Wedding nights
Wedding nights
Sex Story Author: | Alex MacDonald |
Sex Story Excerpt: | Down, holding me there for a moment before he pulled me up again. His rhythm for his pleasure right now. |
Sex Story Category: | Anal |
Sex Story Tags: | Anal, Blowjob, Fiction |
“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.
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