Monday, April 25, 2011

So This Is Married Life?

(inspired by the loop “BRIDE COMFORTERS (Swedish Erotica #22)”

So this is married life?

A cock in my mouth, a cock in my cunt and a third one so close I can feel it dripping on my cheek. Hell, I could get used to this.

If only my husband would quit his drunken snoring.

They said it would be the happiest day of my life. Mark and I had been dating for nine months when he popped the question, in a motel room somewhere between Albuquerque and Colorado Springs, while we both came down from two of the best orgasms of our life. Of course I said yes, any guy who could make me feel like that was obviously a keeper. We bought an engagement ring the next morning, saw the Justice of the Peace the day we returned home, and had the invitations in the post by the weekend.

Mrs Rebecca T Williams, welcome to the world.

So what if it was a quick ceremony, without any of the trappings my folks had hoped I’d demand? When I woke up that morning I had three things on my mind. Get the ring on my finger, get his ass to the honeymoon suite, and get his cock down my throat. The rest… the bridesmaids and bouquets, the toasters and percolators (why do people always give you toasters and percolators for wedding presents?), even the $400 a night bridal suite… were simply icing on the cake.

But from the moment Mark started drinking, which was the moment we arrived at our wedding reception, I knew the only icing I’d get on my cake was going to be whatever the baker put on it. By the time the best man got up to toast the happy couple, Mark was already so far gone he didn’t couldn’t recognize his own brother and, by the time the party began breaking up, he wasn’t even conscious.

I looked around the room helplessly. Jerry, Mark’s brother, was in the same shape as his sibling. But a few guys were still standing, old college friends of Mark’s who I’d never met before, but who certainly seemed familiar with his predicament.

“Hey, sorry to bother you but…” I walked over and touched one of them on the arm. Damn my memory, why can I never remember people’s names, even when I was only introduced to them that same morning.

He laughed, a broad smile creasing his not-bad-looking features. “Mark’s out for the count?” His friends laughed with him.

“Yeah. I was wondering if you could help me get him up to our room.”

“No problem.” He turned, and his two buddies followed – Mark wasn’t the lightest man in the world when he was upright. In this state he was 200lbs of dead weight.

Into the elevator, with his draped across two sets of shoulders, while the third guy carried his legs. “Not much of a wedding night for you, eh?” one of them laughed.

“You can say that again.” He was right, it wasn’t. But we got to our suite, arranged Mark in a heap in one of the armchairs, and I eyed the complimentary champagne bottle. “Anyone fancy a drink after all that lifting?” I poured the two glasses that sat on the table, hunted around the minibar and found a couple more, then sat down on the edge of the bed. To my left, Mark began snoring, and we laughed at the sound.

“Is he always like this when he gets drunk?” I asked.

“Oh yeah,” nodded one. “And you could have an earthquake and he wouldn’t wake up. Do you remember that time…” He turned to his friends, then his voice trailed off. “Maybe not.”

“No come on, tell,” I prompted. “If I don’t know his deepest secrets, then what sort of wife would I be?”

“Well, I’m not sure…” He looked at his friends for support, but they shrugged. “If you don’t tell her, she’s only going to imagine, and it’ll probably be even worse in her mind than it was in reality,” one said, then paused. “You’re not the jealous sort, are you?”

I shook my head. “What’s done is done, what’s past is past,” I said. Heaven knows, there were things in my past that I could have torn myself up about, things I’d done with guys I’d met… sometimes I didn’t even know their names. More than sometimes. I eyed my three new friends, and if there was a little voice in the back of my mind to remind me that those days were firmly behind me, the champagne had obviously muffled it.

“So he brought this girl back to the dorm room, he was already drunk as a skunk when they got here and he had a couple more brews while they were just sitting around. She was getting really pissed off with him, she wanted fucking and all he could do was get fucked up. So she started coming onto Tommy over there…” he indicated one of his friends, the cute blonde one… “and to cut a long story short….” Tommy ended up fucking her there on Mark’s bed, while Mark lay dead to the world alongside them.

I laughed and felt a familiar pulse in my pussy, one that echoed the sudden lurch of daring that my heart had flipped. “Served him right,” I said. “I’d have done the same.”

“Really?” Frank, the storyteller, looked at me curiously.

“Really.” I thought of telling a tale of my own, of the night I went clubbing with a girlfriend and her man, and spent a good forty minutes jerking him off with my feet under the table, without her even being aware. Or the night… oh, so many nights, so many memories. Mark gave an especially loud grunt and I felt a lurch of absolute horror. I’d had a good eight years of free and single, running around with my circle of friends, clubbing at weekends, sleeping with strangers, enjoying myself while I was still young enough to do so. And I’d given it all up for – what? Yeah, Mark was a good fuck, but only when he was sober enough to stay awake long enough. Again I eyed my companions. The old me wouldn’t have kicked one of them out of bed. I wondered whether the new one would?

“I wonder if he’d notice tonight?”

Frank laughed. “I told you, he could sleep through an earthquake. Watch!” He stood and walked over to where Mark lay unconscious, and shook him violently. All Mark did was snore eve louder.

Tommy and the other guy, whose name turned out to be Terry, joined him and suddenly the three of them were pushing and pulling the chair back and forth. Mark slumbered on. “See, you could do anything and he’d sleep right through it.”

I lay back on the bed. Still in the dress I’d been married in, I surveyed the scene. Well, it wasn’t quite how I pictured tonight unfolding, but… I shifted a little, reached out one arm and snagged Tommy’s belt; pulled him towards me and began unfastening his pants.

“Okay, let’s see,” I murmured, then smiled as my hand touched his hard cock through his flimsy briefs. I was going to do it.

The room was silent around me, three pairs of eyes fastened onto me as I sat up, and pressed my face to that fabulous bulge. I licked its length, tasting hot man through the fabric and wanting more. Using my teeth I pulled at the waistband of his briefs, jerked them down and his cock sprang to attention before me. Now I licked it, my tongue tracing the length of the thickest vein till it tapped at his helmet and drew him into my mouth. Tommy gasped and, behind me, I’d heard the sound of his buddies stripping their own clothes off, as hands began wrestling with the buttons down the back of my dress.

My breasts were bare and firm fingers began pulling at my nipples as I sucked Tommy’s prick, taking him as deep into my mouth as I could, then backing off gently, feeling every pore of his flesh as it slipped back and forth over my lips.

Hands pulled my legs open; I swiveled a little and a finger thrust itself into my pussy. Damn, I was soaking wet already – it’s amazing what a good length of cock down my throat can do to me. I felt a tongue there, lapping at my lips, fingers spreading me wide as the mouth slurped and sucked at my pink. God, I wanted this.

I broke my grip on Tommy. “Fuck me. Somebody fuck me. But not you…” I looked up at Tommy. “I want you here.” I lay back as he pulled his pants down and off, and then straddled my chest. He fucked my tits for a moment, his hard cock sliding between them as I raised my head and stretched out my tongue, licking his tip as it swept back and forth. Pre-come was pooling in my cleavage, lubricating our flesh as we moved together, and as I slipped his full length back into my mouth, I felt another one slam into my pussy, stretching me wide and penetrating me deep, two heavyweight balls slapping against my ass as his cock end pushed towards my womb. My clit was on fire, but that was only the start of it. My entire pussy was crying out in ecstasy, to be answered my throat.

Fuck me! Spear me! Impale me!

Oh my God, this was paradise. I’d had threesomes before, but I was younger, my partners were younger. Too much indecision, too much laughter. This was the real thing, this was serious business, and this was bigger. Fuck a threesome, I wanted all four! I raised a hand and gripped a third cock, longer than Tommy’s, thicker than… thicker than whoever was pounding my pussy.

“Come here,” I whispered, and its owner knelt closer to me, the tip of his dick almost touching Tommy’s as they both hovered at my lips. I knew without even trying that I’d never fit them both in my mouth. But I was going to have a go anyway, my head switching from side to side as I sucked on one and then the other, sometimes just quick gulps, other times long, loving caresses that started in the back of my throat and engulfed the entire length.

My cunt was screaming with joy; whoever was fucking me… Frank or Terry, Terry or Frank. It didn’t matter… sure knew how to fuck; one little orgasm after another pulsed through my body, all building up to the big one that I knew would leave me screaming the hotel down, no matter how many cocks I had in my mouth. And talking of orgasms… Tommy had lasted well, but not any more. He cried out, twitched and then roughly thrust himself deep into my mouth as his come poured out, thick and warm and gooey, straight down the back of my throat. I spluttered a little, swallowed the lot, and kept on sucking as he softened on my tongue.

He pulled out and his pal slipped straight in, so thick I felt like my jaw would tear, so long that, even as he banged against my throat, I was struggling to take more meat inside me. I’d never felt a cock so huge, never tasted one so hot, and never ever felt somebody fuck my mouth so hard, banging into my face as frenetically as his friend was fucking my cunt.

They slipped into the same rhythm, and that was amazing as well, the ultimate carnival ride, the waltzer and the twister and the teacups all in one, and I was spinning and twisting and flying, listening to the headboard bang against the wall as the boys picked up their pace even harder, and then….

Fuck. You know what it feels like when you and your partner come together? Multiply that by a thousand and then add some more, because that’s what it feels like when you and two partners come together, one thrusting as deep as possible up inside your pussy, the other stuffing himself as far as he can, all the way down your throat, and the both letting fly at the precise same moment. And where the two floods met somewhere around my ribcage, that’s where my orgasm started, a crashing, splashing, sense-mashing explosion that filled my entire body with absolute, unbeatable and undiluted pleasure.

Both men were slow to pull out, and that was exactly how I wanted it. I wanted to suck and suckle and squeeze them until there was nothing left; to hold them inside me until the end of time. And when they did finally, unwillingly, slip from my grasp, I raised myself and sucked at all three again, and they melted in my mouth, drained of even the ability to speak.

But not to act. A mouth closed on mine, a thick tongue deep inside, sucking out the come that caked my gums. Another was at my pussy, cleaning me out. It was as if, having borrowed me from their best college buddy, they were now determined to return me to him in the same condition they’d found me, licked clean of any trace of the night’s events, and I closed my eyes, relaxing to their magical ministrations as I felt another orgasm building deep inside me. And this time I did cry out, all the pleasure and joy that had filled me tonight flying free with a gasping, sobbing, ecstatic scream that sounded like no word I had ever uttered before, but was filled with more meaning than any I’d ever heard. I was in heaven and I wanted the whole world to know it.

And beside us, Mark snored on.

They dressed, I undressed, they left the room, I went to bed. My mind was a jumble of sensations and thoughts; I had loved harder and come more dramatically than I ever had in my life, and if I felt even the tiniest twinge of regret or embarrassment, even a hint of horror at how readily I had betrayed my husband, the memory of that final orgasm pushed it away. Besides, in the morning… assuming he’d sobered up by then… I’d more than make up for it.

Which, I’m thrilled to say, I did. And only once did I ever have cause to wonder just how deeply asleep my husband had been, as I sucked on his cock while our breakfast went cold, and I heard him tell me… thought I heard him tell me…to suck it like the slut I was, to swallow his mess like I’d swallowed his friends’, and if he didn’t flood my mouth with enough, then maybe he’d invite a few other friends over, and they could drown me with their cocks.

I raised my head and looked him in the eye. “I’d like that,” I told him. “I’d like that a lot.”

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Very nice - now I want to read about the anniversary party!

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