Part 1 (parts 2&3 in comments, post too long)

It finally arrived, the wedding night. The newlyweds had gotten a fancy hotel for the weekend to celebrate their nuptials. Little did Ava know, Anthony had packed some fun toys and outfits to play with his new wife. From bondage to anal plugs, he had the weekend covered.

Standing at the balcony, overlooking the Puget Sound, Ava was in awe by the sight and from all the events of the day. It brought tears to her eyes, realizing that today she married the man who brought her so much love, happiness and orgasms. Anthony came up behind her and wrapped his muscular arms around his wife, holding her tight and kissing her neck. “Life couldn’t get better than this,” she thought to herself.

“Let’s go try out that jacuzzi tub.” Anthony whispers in my ear.

“I guess life could possibly get better,” I thought with a smile.

Beaming, I turn to him and kiss him. “Nothing sounds better, my sweet husband.”

We make our way to the bathroom, stripping off clothes as we go. I see that Anthony has put tea light candles all around the bathroom, giving it a sultry glow. He’s filled the tub with hot, steaming water and bubbles. Two flutes of champagne on the side of the tub along with my favorite chocolates, this man has thought of it all. I look at him in the glow of the candles and I don’t think I’ve seen anything look so beautiful, so gorgeous, so mine. He takes me hand in his and leads me to the tub and helps me get in. He climbs in behind me and we both lay back to relax. He runs his hands over my body, gently caressing me. I can’t keep from moaning out, it just feels so good, his hands on me. I can feel his cock behind me, growing for me, getting needy for me.

I look over my shoulder with a grin and ask, “someone getting excited?”

“Can you blame me? I’ve got my smoking hot wife naked in the tub, how can I not get excited?” He replies with a smile.

“Well let’s get finished up in here then and we can go play.” I say to him. We wash each other and take in the sight of each other, the feel of skin on skin. I can hardly wait to move this into bedroom.

I know he’s thinking the same thing, when he says, “Let’s go get dirty again.” After we get out and dry off, Anthony gives me my first set of instructions. “Get to the bedroom, lay on your back, arms up and legs spread out. Wait for me there.” He says sternly.