The day of the honeymoon

Island sex was better than plane sex, they decided. Plane sex was exciting. Holly and Toby were both now official members of the mile high club. Normally Toby had been the aggressor in their private life, but much to Toby's surprise she initiated this unexpected encounter.

It started when they were holding hands under the blanket. Toby looked at her, feeling quite possibly more content than he'd ever had before in his life. He had it all; a beautiful daughter who hadn't yet seen how imperfect he was, and a wife who adored him and accepted him for who he was. Life was good.

Holly began rubbing her thumb against the palm of his hand, soothing him, yet stirring something in him. Before long she had released her hand and placed it on his upper leg. Nothing wrong there. No one thought twice when she started to slowly massage his leg and thigh until she accidentally discovered the reaction she had caused.

Holly looked at him with a sparkle in her eye. "Would you like me to take care of that for you?"

The feeling only intensified. "Honey I would love that but we're at least four hours away from the island."

Holly touched the source of the problem. "Wanna join the mile high club?"

He looked at her and felt his breathing deepen. He removed her hand. "I'd love to but you're going to have to give me a few minutes."

She smiled then calmly walked back to the restroom, waiting impatiently for her husband to arrive.

After what had seemed like an eternity she let Toby in and he immediately pounced upon her like a cat devouring its prey. He kissed her greedily, tracing trails of kisses along her earlobes and neckline, following as closely to her breasts without her damn clothes getting in the way. Frustrated, he lifted her shirt up and unhooked her bra, revealing his favorite part-okay his second favorite part-of his wife. He couldn't take them in fast enough. Meanwhile Holly reached down and released her aching husband from his pants and attempted to release some of his tension. Her pants had to go. After pulling her pants down he quickly pumped her fast but steadily; she could barely catch her breath. He continued for a small eternity. She came and until, with her encouragement, he did too. They quickly washed up and dressed and ignored the small line of passengers as they made their way to their seats. You only lived once, right?

And their first night in Hawaii was no different. They spent the day settling in and sight seeing and at night changed to their swimsuits, grabbed a blanket and a cooler of beers and made their way to the beach. They were shocked to discover they were all alone. They spent time talking about everything-where to live, how many kids they wanted, their childhoods, their dream jobs. The more they drank the more they relaxed the got and the more they laughed. Neither one of them had ever had so much fun.

"You know Toby-this is my honeymoon night." Holly smiled. "You're not so drunk that you won't be able to, you know…"

"Are you kidding me? I could do you right now," he laughed.

"Then why don't you?"

"What? I was kidding."

"I'm not." Holly undid her bikini top and let it slip to the ground.

He needed no further encouragement. He laid her down on the blanket and made love to her right there beneath the open skies of Hawaii. When it was over Holly took Toby's hand and they walked hand by hand alongside the shore, wondering if they would ever be this happy again.

Holly once wondered if it was pity sex or jealous sex that led her straight to Toby. She found that it didn't matter anymore. In her heart she knew that it was love. And in the end that was the only thing that really mattered.

Fin