I never thought I would marry ... not until he asked me... but to have it happen twice in my life.....
“One more?” Ryan pointed towards the pub. I looked to David. After a moment he shook his head. “Nah... I want food...”
“That's what you call her now?”
I was only half listening. This whole day had been like a dream so far. We had started the pub crawl just after 1. Just after the registry office. It had been just the three of us. Me, David – now my husband – and Ryan, his best mate.
A nearby church bell struck, announced seven o'clock. The streets and pubs had gotten more crowded during the last hour.
“ I buy, consider it a wedding present” Ryan grinned as I tuned back in. We had reached one of our favourite chippies. I followed them inside.
Never had I expected my wedding to be like this. Registry office in combats and shirt, pub crawl after... and back to work after the weekend... Not that I had expected to get married at all... before he had asked me.
His.. David's wife.... I still couldn't fully grasp the meaning.
The food was good. Hot, greasy and plenty... just what I needed even though I barely tasted a thing.
“You must be scared Macdonald” I felt Ryan's elbow in my rips. “So quiet now. Or are you having second thoughts?”
I just laughed, shrugged my shoulders. “I don't have to pretend anymore. So I don't have to talk to you.” Only David saw the smile on my lips as I turned my head away from Ryan.
“Peace at last” Ryan didn't miss a beat and laughed.
But he was right. I was scared. Kind of. Tonight I would be leaving my comfort zone. The bag was hidden in the bathroom...
“Come on, I didn't marry you that you can hide in our bathroom forever!” David sounded impatient. How long had I been in here?
The clothes I had been wearing were lying in an untidy heap on the floor. I had purchased this body specially for tonight. Black lace and satin. Fabric I wasn't used to, expensive... special.
It hid the big scar across my abdomen nicely but still exposed my small tits. And my freshly shaved crotch.
“Just a sec” I called back.
There was still time. Get this thing off me and hide it in my clothes toss it away.
“Fuck this” I muttered and opened the door.
David had drawn the curtains in our bedroom. He was lying on the bed. Naked, relaxed, arms behind his head he looked towards the door.
“Wow”. He sat up, let his eyes wander over my body.
I was nervous, felt more naked even though I was dressed... kind of.
“Wow” softer this time.
“Don't get used to it.” I bit my lip. Trust me to ruin a special moment.
He chuckled, reached out. “Come over here.”
I knelt down on the bed, next to him.
“That's nearly a good start.” He lowered his face towards my crotch. I felt his breath, his lips as he breathed a kiss on the exposed skin. It tickled and I couldn't suppress a giggle.
His tongue on my skin, licking, exploring, tasting. He stopped just before my cunt, moved back up, explored more.
Spreading my hips wider I pushed towards him. “My greedy wife.” he chuckled and his lips brushed my skin.
I licked my lips. He was right. I wanted him, was greedy for his cock.
My hand trailed along his side, upwards, his back, his neck. Gripping his short hair I pulled him up. Our lips met. I moaned in his mouth, touched his lips with my tongue. Applying a bit more force I pulled him down, onto his back.
Pre-cum glistened on his hard cock. Licking my lips I bent down. “Your greedy wife” I confirmed.
He shuddered as my I licked up every last drop.
“Mine” I whispered, lips touching his sensitive skin.
Slow,soft, teasing like he had been. His taste on my lips and in my mouth. Tracing the veins, hearing his loud moan.
His hips rose as I closed my lips around the head. I was only half aware of my own body now, the spread legs, the burning heat between them.
I was the mouth around his dick. A wet warm hole to fuck.
David moaned again. His hand in my hair, soft pressure. I leaned against it, wanted to feel it, him before I gave in with a low moan. Letting his hand guide me I closed my eyes.
It was slow, but intense. Down, holding me there for a moment before he pulled me up again. His rhythm for his pleasure right now. Not far enough down for my liking. Or fast enough for that matter.
I bent lower, felt him deeper in my mouth, my throat. His body shuddered, hips rose to meet me. Deeper. I gagged, hadn't been prepared. Saliva flowing freely from my lips now. David thrust upwards again, the grip in my hair tightened.
“I would feel sorry” he panted while he kept fucking my mouth. “If I didn't know how much you love it”
Faster, harder, deeper. His pace, his pleasure. I let him use me, moaned softly. The more he took control the more I wanted it. My hand touched his thigh.
“Oh yeah...” holding me down he shot his load in my throat. I felt it, swallowed.
His grip relaxed.
“That wasn't the plan.” His voice was hoarse.
“No plan survives enemy contact.” Relaxed I giggled again. All doubt gone now, relaxed, myself again I lifted my head.
David chuckled, pulled me in his arms. I felt his fast heartbeat, his slightly sweaty skin on mine.
Silence... only our breathing, the dimmed sounds from the world outside.
His fingers trailed lazily over my body, exploring the fabric, the unfamiliar sensation of lace on my body. I closed my eyes, let him touch me. As soon as his fingers reached the exposed skin I spread my legs. A reflex, wanting him.
Further down, reaching the warm wetness.
“You're leaking”. There was no mocking in his voice, only awe. He pushed himself up on one arm, moved his face between my legs. I felt his breath, the tip of his tongue, his lips.
Moaning I spread my legs wider.
“All mine” A flick of his tongue sent shivers down my spine. “Forever”.
The started to lick me, sucking up the wetness that was leaking from my cunt. I moaned. It felt so good... and was a kind of torture at the same time.
“Turn around. On your knees.” His voice was strained, commanding me.
His hands guided me as I obeyed. His tongue dove deep into my cunt. “Oh fuck” I moaned, his fingers touched me spread the wetness. One finger circled my asshole.
To answer his unspoken question I stretched myself, reached for the lube on our night stand.
Already wet from my juices his finger slid in my ass. “Do we need that?” David teased me but reached for the tube. His hot wet finger touching mine, stroking my fingers as before he took the tube.
The shock of the cold gel made me flinch. He didn't react, concentrated on getting a decent amount between my ass cheeks.
His finger slid in easier now, no stopping until it was buried deep and I could feel his knuckles touching me. He started to fuck me with it, widening me. The second finger followed. Moaning I pressed my arse against them. Finger fucking me, he loosened the muscle, widened me to get my tight arse ready for his cock. I wanted more...
His fingers left my arse. “I'm sorry” he whispered over my nearly silent whimpering.
I felt him straighten up, the tip of his cock sliding between my ass cheeks. Without thinking I pressed against it.
No thought about the fact that he usually used more finger, gave me more time. I wanted him. Inside me. NOW.
' Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me' I was screaming in my head but couldn't force myself to even whisper these words.
Still careful he pushed, forced his hard cock in my tight arse. It hurt, not much, I've had worse, much worse... and it was David, my David... who was starting to fuck me.
Deep, skin on skin. His hands on my hips. He pulled back, tightened his grip buried his dick in me again. I moaned. It was pain with a promise of relief to come.
As his pace got faster one hand slid between my legs. He started rubbing my clit, tentatively at first, harder as he fucked me harder. I closed my eyes, moaned softly. It felt so good. His cock, his hand. Reacting was all I was able to do now. I felt the tension building up. He knew me so well, touched me how I needed it.
Harder, faster. We were panting, moaning. His loud moans drowning my soft ones. The tension was nearly unbearable.
I whimpered as I came. My legs trembled, my whole body shook. He continued to fuck me, it nearly hurt, my whole body seemed on fire.
With one last deep thrust and a loud moan he came, pulled me hard in his arms.
Arms around me we sank down. His dick left my arse came to rest in the stickiness between my legs.
Satisfied, happy, tired, exhausted we lay there.
“I love you” David whispered in my ear. “my wife, my forever”
his words followed me into the darkness.....
With my hands crossed behind my head I lay on the bed. Through the open bathroom door I could hear the shower running.. Every now and again I thought I heard him humming.
My husband humming under the shower. I was married. Again.
Just like the sound of water was droning on so were my thoughts. David. Jack. Married. Betrayal.
Who was I betraying? David – the husband who had left me? The bastard who had left me with nothing but this stupid DVD.
Jack – the man who had married me today? The man who had promised....
The water stopped. His humming remained. Jack sounded happy, content. Only now I realised I was biting my lip. Nervous? I asked myself and grinned. Wedding night nerves?
Not that we hadn't practised. He had fucked me from the start, the first day he had found me on the streets. The day I had taken his offer.
Travel with me for a year. Marry me. And today I had.
I got up. My naked feet made no noise on the cheap motel carpet. I hadn't bothered to dress after the shower. What was the point when he would want to fuck me as soon as he had his?
My second husband would want to fuck me. Time to stop thinking about the first one.
Towel around his waist he came into the room. His eyes seemed to shine as he looked at my naked body. “Mine” was his first word. “my wife”.
“All yours”, I confirmed quietly. “Your...” I couldn't say it.
“My” he nodded, his voice hoarse with lust. With one careless movement the threw the towel over the chair. His dick was semi hard already.
I made one step towards him. Suck him, get him hard. You want it.
He crossed the space between us closed his hand around my small tits with a firm grip. I moaned as his thumbs rubbed my nipples.
Why had I never noticed how cruel his smile was? His grip tightened and it hurt.
Pulling on both nipples he directed me down. One hand let go, touched my shoulder. The second hand let go, fingers in my hair.
Firm grip, No pain. Not yet.
I was down on my knees, looked up. He had stopped me face just in front of his crotch. “Now... my wife...” Jack grinned and I heard the pleasure that simple short word gave him. “Open your mouth for your husband”
Swallowing I squinted upwards. The cruel smile, a cold glint in his eyes.
I opened my moth, licked my lips.
The hard cock in front of my face. Getting closer. “That's what you want... what you need.”
Only with his words I realised that he hadn't pushed me. I had moved towards him.
My lips touched his dick, parted tasting him.
Normally I would have played with him, teased him, take my time, give him the most pleasure. Today my lips closed around the head and I started to suck immediately.
The hand in my hair tightened it's grip.
Deeper, rubbing my tongue against his dick, feeling the veins. He felt familiar now. His taste in my mouth was familiar as well. It was something I loved.
Deeper. Spreading my legs further apart, the indistinct feeling that I was wet already. That my pussy lips were parted like the lips of my mouth
TRAITOR.
I flinched. The voice in my head had been silent for so long. Six weeks I had been with Jack, fucking him, sucking him off, letting him fuck me. Why now?
A push, deeper, at the back of my mouth. A moan – mine. Soft, nearly a whimper.
With a sharp jerk Jack pulled my head back. He looked down on me. Possessive, satisfied.
Saliva on my lips, on his dick. “You belong to me now.”
Before I could even try to respond he shoved his dick back in my mouth. No warning and deep... all the way. I wasn't prepared, gagged. He didn't notice – or didn't care now.
Jack used me, fucked my open mouth for his pleasure. At his pace.
With a groan I closed my eyes. Had I made the right decision? Would he keep his promise, his part of the deal?
Pressing my face against his stomach he stopped, held me, moaned. “No” yanking my head back with force.
My sharp intake of breath turned into a cough.
“Look at you, dripping all over the place.” Grinning he caressed my chin. “And I'm pretty sure not only here.”
He bent down.
Fingers in my cunt – in my wet cunt. “My horny wife.” Fingers leaving my cunt. “Dripping wet.”
Pressure, more finger entering my wet but tight cunt. “Hot, horny,” The fingers moving again. Slowly this time. A low moan escaped my throat. My hips pressing down, wanting more, wanting the finger deeper, filling me, filling the void. My body reacting, skipping the brain.
Bury them in me, fuck me, more, deeper, more... The other voice in my head nearly droning out the first one. Fill the emptiness.
Thoughts racing, unable to speak. I was on my knees in front of him, in his grip. At his mercy.
Fingers leaving my cunt. NO! Both voices in unison now.
“On the bed. Now”.
Legs trembling I got up. One shaky step. Pins and needles in my legs. Another step.
“On your back” his voice full of command.
I did obey, spread my legs.
His fingers again, spreading my swollen pussy lips, rubbing my clit circling my wet greedy hole.
“I wish you could see that...”
Was he speaking to me? Stroking fingers, probing, rubbing, teasing. I moaned again. “you're leaking.” He mocked me, chuckled. “Just how I want you...”
His breath, his tongue on my clit. A sharp intake of breath, my legs twitched. “Later... maybe” His lips moving over my clit made me squirm. I was nearly overstimulated. I wanted... I needed to be fucked now.
A sharp pain, the tongue soothing after the bite. His finger again. I couldn't help it, pressed myself against it. It slid through the wetness. Wet as it was it entered my ass with ease.
Finger moving in my ass. Leaving my ass.... pain... two finger forced their way in now, probing, widening.
The tongue again, teasing as both fingers left me.
My body reacted. I had no control left. Legs trembling, panting slightly,
I moaned as I felt him get up and raised my hips. A silent plea.
Whatever, wherever but don't let me lie here with the voices
His body between my legs. Relief washed over me. His dick between my pussy-lips. A moan, pressing myself towards him to welcome him.
Jacks dick sliding further down. Pain.
Another low moan, pain mixed with pleasure. He forced his was up my arse. Slow yet powerful, deep, deeper.
I was hardly aware that my hands clenched and unclenched, that my hips rose to meet him.
“My wife...” his voice was barely audible, hoarse with lust. He was controlling himself, his want, his greed. “I'm fucking my wife”
A powerful thrust that made me wince with pain. “My wife.” Possession and dominance in this growl.
And now he stopped holding himself back. Hard, harder. Fast, faster.
I gasped. It hurt. It felt good. Beg him to stop. Beg him to go on forever.
A gasp turned into a moan, into a whimper.
His rasping laboured breath, sweat on our skin. The smell of our fucking filled the room.
Hands on my body, groping, probing, inflicting pain.
“Mine” he panted. Buried himself as deep as he could to shoot his load.
I was lying under him. His... his wife, his toy... his...
In the space between being horny, being fucked and calming down again my thoughts weren't clear.
We had a deal. I had fulfilled my part so far. What was I for him... a thing to posses?
Will he hold his side of the deal?
Now I was awake. His gaze, his smile today, his words.
This night I lay awake in his arm, half buried under his weight, wondering while his cum dried between my legs...