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I was watching her eyes. She was seated opposite me, desperate to cum and I wouldn’t let her. I was demanding she did something that might be impossible in this state – explain quantum theory to me. Not the easy parts, the hard ones. I was curious what she was going to do – and my cock has leaking pre-cum like crazy in anticipation.This was our wedding night, and it was a hell of a way to treat my bride. The only thing is, I wanted it this way. And so did she – even if she protested. Whimpered. Pleaded. Begged.Then her eyes changed, and I saw why she was perhaps the world’s leading authority on quantum physics: because her mind would permit nothing less. I saw a deep focus take over, overcoming all the demands of her body.She took a deep breath and her body language changed. Her back straightened, and her forehead smoothed. Her fists, fastened by red leather cuffs to the red leather collar around her neck, relaxed. Her breathing slowed and returned to something approaching normal.She had transcended her body and was living entirely in her mind now, and it didn’t matter how hard the egg was vibrating in her cunt. She could no longer feel it; it was no longer there.“What’s the smallest particle known to humanity?” she asked quietly.I sat back, unsure where she was going with this. “The quark.”She smiled slightly. “And what are quarks made of?”“Uh…I don’t know. What?”Now she sat back and gave me a big smile. “Nobody knows but God – and She’s not telling so far.”“What about superstring theory?”“What about it? In my humble opinion…”I snorted.“…in my humble opinion,” she shot back, “…it’s guesswork, not theory. There’s no evidence. A theory has at least some evidence to indicate that it might be correct.”She paused and thought for a moment. “I think reality is fractal. You know what fractals are, right?”I nodded. Fractals were infinitely detailed patterns that go down and down and down. Anyone who has ever googled images of “fractals” has been hypnotized by them and their unreal beauty. But what Marta meant was that the closer you zoom in on a fractal image, the more detail appears. There is no end to it.So, what she meant was that there was no final particle, no smallest quark or whatever.“So, what is reality, then?”She looked at me for a moment, a hint of a smirk on her lips, and finally said, “Mathematics. One of my contemporaries, physicist Max Tegman, recently said, ‘Everything in our world is purely mathematical – including you.’” [1]I just stared at her. She had answered the question I had asked, the one that I had spent months and millions of dollars to ask, the one that had eluded me from the first time I had read her published scientific paper. She had explained it in simple words, every one of which I understood, yet I was no further ahead than I had been all those months ago.I stared at her, then asked, “Why?”She shook her head. “You’re a mathematician. You know better than to ask that question. The only answer is: because.“Physics only seeks answers to the questions ‘What’ and ‘How.’ We leave questions of ‘Why’ to the theologians and philosophers.”She pursed her lips, closed her legs, and said, “NOW will you let me cum?” Her icy control collapsed, she started crying, deep wracking sobs and hinged forward onto the floor.I quickly moved down to her and unclipped her hands, then held her and whispered, “Of course you may cum, my darling wife.”I held her close as she shivered into a massive orgasm.I don’t know how I got https://escortium.org so lucky to be married to her, but I love this woman with all my heart, which seems strange, when you consider I had spent the last several hours denying her permission to cum, and torturing her to the edge of sanity.~~~~~I made it up to her during the night, and then some. I lost count, but I believe she came seven distinct times – and was exhausted and begging me to stop by the seventh. I did stop, and held her close, kissing and hugging her until she fell into a deep, peaceful sleep. I followed shortly afterward and felt a special glow holding her, knowing that she belonged to me – and I to her – for the rest of our lives.We woke to brilliant sunshine and bright blue skies out of our windows, with the Pacific Ocean stretching away into the distance. We lay in bed for a while, just cuddling and chatting. I apologized for being so mean to her the night before. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but somehow, in the light of day, it made me feel like a heel.She looked at me and smiled, “My Lord, whatever pleases you, pleases me.” Then her smile turned just a tad nasty, and she added, “But next time, perhaps you will believe me when I say you’re not a quantum physicist, and wouldn’t understand?”I laughed. “I already knew that! But it doesn’t relieve the itch at the back of my head – my need to know.”She smiled at me, then stretched up and kissed me. “I know that itch. It’s driven me relentlessly since I was in my early teens.” She looked sad. “I’m not sure I – or anyone else – will ever really know how the universe works, especially if I’m right about it being fractal.”I leaned over and kissed her, and decided to change the subject. “So, my lady wife, what would you like to do today?”She grinned at me.I laughed, “I mean aside from that!”“You mean there is something else on a honeymoon?”I smiled, then said, “Well, there’s the spa. They can pamper you.”“Sure…when I have nothing better to do.” And she grinned at me again.“Well…how about deep sea fishing? They have boats with a crew, and can help us…”I stopped because she screwed up her face in distaste.I picked up the binder with all the activities they offered and thumbed through it. “Here we go. How about horseback riding along the beach?”She sat up suddenly and leaned forward. “Could we? I love horseback riding! I haven’t done it since I was a girl!”I nodded to her and smiled.“But…there’s no hurry is there, my Lord husband? I’d love to say good morning to my favorite…appendage.” She slid down the bed, found my semi-hard “appendage,” and kissed it good-morning.“Well, it does say early mornings and late afternoons are best – for horseback riding – so…no, we’re in no…uhhh…there’s no hurry at all!” I stroked her head and encouraged her forward as she took my cock into her mouth.~~~~~Once I saw what Marta was planning to wear – a black bikini top and thong with a translucent cover-up – I insisted that we apply a high SPF sunscreen all over her body – even the tiny areas that were covered by her bikini. And, of course, I had to help her, making sure she was well covered – and very wet – before she put it on.I mean, you don’t want to risk sub-burn, especially on your honeymoon, right?We eventually made our way down to the beach-side stables, where the stable-hands helped us select horses. I got a bay gelding, and she picked a chestnut mare that she liked the look of. The hands were saddling them up when we heard a familiar voice, “Hey! Marta! James! Are you guys going riding too?”I turned, and there was Sammi, and behind her Elizabeth Beech, both dressed in beachwear. “We decided to go riding – won’t it be fun?”I didn’t know whether to feel annoyed or pleasantly surprised. On the one hand, Sammi was always fun. On the other hand, I hadn’t really had that much time alone with Marta since the wedding. And on the third hand…what was Elizabeth doing here?Marta sensed what I was feeling, put her hand on my arm, and smiled at me. “Sammi! Good morning! And Elizabeth, lovely to see you!”Sammi didn’t catch Marta’s look, but Elizabeth did.She coughed into her fist, then said, “Sammi was kind enough to…uh, keep me company last night,” and smiled.“Yeah, guys, Elizabeth is fuckin’ AWESOME in bed! She taught me so much!”Then she stopped and looked embarrassed. “Oh, shit! Me and my big mouth again.” She turned to Elizabeth and said, in a little girl voice, “I’m sorry, Elizabeth.”Then she straightened up and smiled down at the older woman, and said, “But it’s true – you are fuckin’ awesome!”Elizabeth reached up and rubbed the girl’s arm. “You’re pretty… fucking… awesome yourself, Sammi.”Sammi’s smile broke into a big grin, and she threw her arms around Elizabeth.I thought it was time to get things rolling, so I said, “Why don’t we all ride together?”Sammi jumped up and clapped her hands, “Yeah! Let’s!”Elizabeth looked at Marta and said, “Sammi, remember this is their honeymoon. Maybe they had…plans other than just horseback riding?”Marta noted the slight question at the end of the statement and smiled broadly. “Well, James and I had a…fascinating…time last night, and I think together we might have an equally fascinating time today – all of us together!”I smiled. “Guys, I hate to break it to you, but we’re going to have a chaperone. The stable sends someone with us to make sure we don’t lose a horse or ride them to death or do something stupid.” I pointed to a lean, curly-haired young man in his early twenties saddling one of the horses. “This is Angel…” I pronounced it “Ang-HEL” in the Spanish manner, with a hard-g, “…and he’s going to be our guide today.” Angel, hearing his name, turned and waved, then went back to the horseSammi turned to look, vexed – then stopped when she saw him. Her eyes went wide, and she said, “Ho-ly COW!”“No, it’s a horse,” I said. “And our guide’s name is Angel.”There was no more complaining about our guide and horse-wrangler.I turned to look at Marta and wondered what was going through that complex and magnificent mind. Then I shrugged. Life with her would never be dull!~~~~~So, off we trotted in two groups. It turned out to be too awkward to ride five abreast. It might look great in cowboy movies, but it’s not practical for chatting. I insisted that we start with Marta and me together at the front as I wanted to know what she was plotting. We left Sammi talking animatedly to Angel while Elizabeth looked on indulgently.When I asked Marta what she was up to, she gave me one of her dazzling smiles, “Why, my Lord! What makes you think I have something on my mind?” And she dropped her head so she was looking at me through her lashes, amused.“Okay, slut – out with it. What’s going on?”She straightened up and accentuated her motion in the saddle. “Do you know why girls – and women – are so drawn to riding horses?”I looked at her, rocking back and forth, exaggerating the riding motion, and the lightbulb went off. “Oohhh…I get it. It’s a socially acceptable way to bring yourself off in public, isn’t it?”Her smile broadened. “Well, it’s more than that, but…yes. And I thought this might be an opportunity for both of us to have a little fun.” She handed me a small, plastic controller. “You seemed to enjoy playing with me so much last night that I, uh, took the opportunity to insert your egg vibrator in my pussy when I went to the bathroom, just before we left.“And with Elizabeth and Sammi and Angel along, I’m betting that the idea of me getting hot and squishy is going to edge you, too, as we won’t be able to, um, play together until we get back to the hotel.”We were trotting along, so we were both bouncing back and forth slightly in the saddle – and suddenly, the thought of her getting hot made my seat much more uncomfortable. You try riding horseback with an erection some time!And as she saw the penny drop in my head, her smile broadened further.Which almost made me mad.Then I had an idea. They say revenge is a dish best served cold, but in this case, I was going to serve it hot. Really hot! And to kick things off, I took the controller and started the egg buzzing in her cunt at a low- to medium steady vibration.I smiled when my lady wife started to squirm in her saddle, then said, “Why don’t you drop back and ride with Angel and Elizabeth for a while. I want to talk to Sammi.”She looked at me, and I could see the wheels turning in her head as she tried to see what I was planning, then shrugged and pulled her horse off to the side, then fell back with Elizabeth and Sammi. She spoke to Sammi, who nodded, then spurred her horse forward to catch up where I was waiting for her.ElizabethI knew something was up when Marta’s horse dropped back and Marta told Sammi to ride with James, but I had no idea what. These people didn’t play by the same rules as most other people I knew, so I braced myself…then decided that the best defense was a good offense.Besides, I had had more fun last night than in several years, and if I could keep playing with these people, why the hell not? For the first time in my adult life, I was free of all social obligations and conventions.Besides, my bikini bottoms were already surprisingly wet, just being around Sammi, Marta, and James. The three of them seemed to exude sexual fun, and I wanted to be part of that.“How are you enjoying your honeymoon so far, Marta?”She laughed, and said, “It’s been more than I expected – and it’s not over yet!” She glanced at James and Sammi up ahead, “My husband is…well, shall we say, playful, and more than slightly unconventional.“Did you enjoy playing with Sammi last night?” she asked in return.Her change of direction caught me off-guard, but I smiled and decided to go with it. “She’s a delight. So innocently slutty, and willing to try anything. She’s much more experienced than I was at her age!“Why do you ask, Marta? It seems to me you have something on your mind – and I’d very much like to know what it is,” and risked reaching out to stroke her arm with the back of my index finger.I felt again the electricity in our touch, like lightning striking the sea. And I could tell from her face that she felt it, too. She swallowed, and replied, “I’m not quite sure what my Lord is planning, but…would you be interested in playing with us…if that’s what’s on his mind?”I was silent for a while, then said, “I don’t know. Let’s see what he has planned, shall we?” But the wet patch between my legs said differently. Provided there was no blood involved, I wanted in!