As she watched Mark bringing in their baggage, she could sense that the honeymoon was almost over… Almost but not quite. There was still one more night left, and she was determined that she was going to make the best of what was left.

"Whew… these things are really heavy," Mark breathed, setting them down on the inside of the door. "Next time we go on a honeymoon, suppose we take about half these things."

He looked up to see his new wife smiling at him, her hands demurely folded in front of her, resting lightly on her loins.

"Suppose we go on a honeymoon next week," she said teasingly.

"Fat chance," he said, not quite picking up on his wife's seductive smile yet. "Work tomorrow, and let me tell you, it'll be a long time before I can afford to take another vacation."

Kate gave a little chuckle as she stood perfectly still, watching her husband slave over the suitcases.

"The least you could do is help me with these things," he said in a playful tone.

Still she remained unmoving. While he was busy with the luggage, she decided that she would be as blatant as she had ever been in her life. She slipped out of her coat, the thought of what was about to happen filling her with a thrill she had never known before… not even on her wedding night. Then, Mark had slowly stripped her, taking the part of the aggressor while he taught her the things she would have to know. This time, she would show him that she had learned her lessons well.

After her coat was off, she began unbuttoning her blouse, letting it fall open and allowing her full, luscious breasts to separate, unhindered by a bra. And while her husband was still busy with the suitcases, she kicked off her shoes. Finally, she gave a little child-like giggle.

"Hey, I could really use some…"

He started to say something, lifting his head to look at her while he talked. But suddenly he stopped as he saw his wife revealing her mature, lovely nakedness to him.