As they entered the helicopter Mark watched the wiggle of Mandy's ass and her long legs displayed in the short summer dress. He grinned that now she wasn't his brother's girlfriend but his new wife. He had tried to hide staring at her as a secret for the last year.
After they were belted in the executive twin couch for takeoff Mandy grabbed his hand and pulled it onto her leg squeezing it lightly. She turned towards him and started talking rapidly "Knowing you were as surprised as I was, but now I am glad that you and I are married. For quite a while we had wanted each other but couldn't or wouldn't act on it for fear of hurting our twins. All the conversations and the sly watching we had shared fueled our thoughts forever."
Mark spoke up then "Yes, I'm relieved that you're my wife, not Kammi. I've desired you for too long. When we get to the hotel I want to finally make love to you. The fifty-minute flight from Dallas to Galveston can't go quick enough for me."
"Me either" stated Mandy quietly.
The helicopter landed on the roof of their hotel, where bellmen waited to take their luggage to the Honeymoon suite.
After tipping the departing bellmen, lighting the "Do Not Disturb" sign, and locking the doors Mark poured them glasses of the waiting chilled champagne. Toasting their wedding and kissing for a few minutes Mandy said she wanted to change into the gown she had bought for this moment.
Rolling her bag into the bathroom, she rapidly returned with a stunned look on her face. "Mark, please check to see if you have your bag or Rod's by mistake."
After unzipping his bag on the luggage rack and opening it Mark's voice was higher than normal when he explained "This isn't what I packed and there are wrapped presents marked "With love to my wife!"
Just as he said that both of their cell phones buzzed with incoming messages. The identical messages read "Congratulations. Please enjoy our personally selected wedding gifts. They are for you now to make this time even more special. R & K"
"Let's see what we have here that they bought for this night," whispered the stunned Mandy and Mark agreed.
Searching Rod's bag first they found the wrapped presents, new Speedo swimwear, and packages of new colored briefs. There was an assortment of normal outerwear and under these were tubes of flavored lubes: they both blushed when the lubes were exposed.
Mark stated, "Unless I go out and buy new things to replace the trunks and the briefs I will have to wear something different than my normal boxer whitey tighties and my surfer trunks."
Mandy asked "I would like to see you in them. Very much so. Could you wear them for me?"
"For you, I will. What surprises do you have in your suitcase for me?" Mark teasingly questioned.
Mandy's case contained a major shopping trip to a kinky boutique of sexy clothes. There were matching thong and bra sets, two pairs of crotch-less panties, and a micro string bikini set in semi-transparent white material. Besides the normal clothes, Kammi wore there were three very sexy nightie gown sets, one with a warning that parts of it were eatable.
Looking up from the contents of the second suitcase they both started grinning. Mark spoke first "I think we have been set up. They had planned to switch places with us. Do you mind?"
"Not if you'll let me change and we get on with this honeymoon ASAP. Turn around so I can pick something to wear for you."
Behind Mark, he heard Mandy scampering to the bathroom and the door softly slamming. The next fifteen minutes seemed to take forever.
Thru the cracked door Mandy requested that Mark undress down to his boxers and set in the low narrow armless chair that was by the dressing table. As he was setting down Mandy's giggles of "You do wear whitey tighties" came thru the door.
When Mandy opened the door she was wearing one of the hotel's monogrammed chenille robes that covered her completely to down past her knees and a pair of tall "FuckMe" high heels. She turned the TV to an adult radio station and started dancing just out of Mark's reach. She began slowly turning around while opening the front as she turned away from him knowing he could see her reflection on the tinted floor-to-ceiling sliding glass doors.
Slowly she allowed the top of the robe to slide off her shoulders exposing the pale off-white nightie and robe set. At last, she allowed the robe to fall to the floor exposing the full set to Mark's stare.
The set didn't hide anything, it highlighted what was beneath. She quickly removed the silken robe and stood there swaying to the music in the nightie and panties.
Moving forward, untying the ribbons holding the nightie together, shrugging it off, settling herself onto Mark's legs facing him, and kissing him deeply. After a couple of minutes she leaned back from the kiss only to have Mark raise her to suck her nipples and as much of her breasts into his mouth then switching between them after a minute on each one.
She rose as she reached down in between their bodies and grasped the front of the mini panties ripping them off. As she did she moaned "Velcro side closures."
Momentarily she backed off Mark's lap standing to let him look at her for a second before telling him to "raise and drop the boxers to the floor and kick them away".
After her demand was obeyed, pushing him back down she followed him. She repeatedly swiped his cock across her pussy before centering it and slowly lowering herself. "Let me bury myself on you at my own pace! Please!" she whispered.