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Adventures Of A Bride

By: Submissive Susan



I have a friend from many years ago that kept telling me that for some reason she occasionally seemed to be hit on by men that she knew she didn’t come on to and in a couple of instances by men she didn’t even know. For example, when she was about 19 she was riding down the elevator at work one mid afternoon and a middle age man in a nice suit was on the elevator with her. It wasn’t a tall building, so the ride was short. She said that he never said a word but just reached around her very quietly and quickly and fondled her (ample) breast. She just turned red and walked out when the door opened.          

Things like this always happened to her. She said that she was watching a football game one Sunday afternoon with a boyfriend (whom I knew to be a very nice person) and one of his close friends showed up. Within the hour, they were sharing her, passing her from one to the other to be kissed and felt. Even though she admitted later after the shock had worn off that she had actually enjoyed it, she still insisted she had said nothing or did anything to make them think she was open to it. I used to laugh at her and tell her to shake it off. She MUST have done something for an unwanted advance like that. However, as the years have passed, I have changed my opinion about her and can easily relate to her situation. Now, I seem to be the one on a revolving carousel of attention that I never invite.

There’s nothing special about me. I’m 28, average height and weight and am told I am very attractive. In honesty, I am. I’ve been lucky to have a really nice figure and my other features are very pleasing. I do not put myself in the category of strikingly beautiful, but I’ve always had more than my share of attention, as men seem to find me very desirable. I guess it doesn’t hurt that I’m pretty intelligent, graduating from high school and college with honors.   

Although I had many chances, I never had sex with anybody until I met Colin. We were both in college at the time. He was from Dallas and I from a very small town with a strict Baptist upbringing. Rather than hitting it right off, we sort of grew on each other over a short time. He was an engineer student and I majored in elementary education. We decided to get married in late May of that year and would Honeymoon in Cancun. It wasn’t our first choice, but with him graduating and starting to look for a job we certainly afford Europe, which was our dream. 

The events that started to change my life began a month before our wedding. Colin came over all excited one evening. He has an uncle in Houston that he called Uncle Keith. I had met him and couldn’t bring myself to call him “Uncle” anything. He was only about 35 years old and didn’t look a day older, if not younger. There was money there from the other side of his family and he had a nice business and family. Colin’s excitement was caused when Keith told him that he had to travel to Paris the week after our wedding and wanted to know if we wanted to travel with him as a wedding gift. His own family was tied up with school still in progress and could not travel with him.               

Even though I was hesitant because it was our honeymoon, I gave in after a few days when I personally spoke to Keith and he assured me that we would have most of the time to ourselves. He would be tied up with business. 

Then, during our shower party, Blake and Blain told me that they had a special surprise for me on our wedding day. THAT made me nervous! Blake and Blain are twins that are old boyhood friends of Colin’s. By themselves are really neat, attractive, intelligent guys. Colin is, too. Put them together and they are dangerous. They have lived their life in mischief, according to old friends and family. Even though it has been rather harmless fun, they won’t hesitate to make somebody a target. They detected my hesitation and assured me I would love it. I think they have always shared girls with Colin and both found me very attractive. Neither of them tried to hide it but Colin felt no danger.

Our wedding day came. Not to get into detail, it was very beautiful and went off without a hitch. The reception was in a local hotel in which Colin and I had a room. As soon as we arrived after the ceremony Colin and I went up to the room to spend a few quiet seconds together before the reception. Imagine my surprise when, after a long kiss, he laid me back over the bed, pulled my dress up, and slid my panties off. I had on a real sexy pair of white panties that were under my garter belt that held up white thigh high stockings. With that, he dropped down on his knees and slowly started kissing up my legs, finally burying his face in my crotch.   

Totally taken back, I moaned with the intrusion. It was a real pleasant moment that broke up the tension, not to mention it felt wonderful. He went into a feeding frenzy, absolutely bent on making me come. I didn’t disappoint him. We had not had sex for a month before the wedding in order to make it special and I was certainly pent up and anxious for relief. We had no real time, so as soon as I came he pulled me up. Then he did something REALLY unexpected. I had on a really pretty garter to throw at the reception. He wouldn’t let me put my panties back on, putting them in his pocket, and took my garter off. When I protested and said it would ruin the reception, he assured me it wouldn’t and said not to worry. I worried!!

The reception went fine and we were surrounded by all our friends and family. The lack of panties turned out to be very exciting, especially when I danced very close to somebody. It was then that it started and I’m not sure I’ve been the same since. The reception area we were using had a number of smaller halls and rooms attached. I told Colin I was going to the bathroom and he said that Blake was going with me to show me his surprise. When my eyes shot up, he simply said, “I promised.” As we walked down the hall, Blake opened a door to a small room, pulled me in, and locked the door.            

The room was bare except for two small chairs. Blake sat down on one and pulled a garter from out of his jacket pocket. He said “Colin said I could place this on your leg.” I didn’t want to believe it, but knew their past and just went with it. I pulled my dress up slightly and placed my shoe on the other chair. Blake lifted my foot slightly to slip the garter over my shoe, and then slowly started moving it up my leg, using both hands. As his hands went higher and higher up my leg, he asked me to raise my dress.   

At the point I thought he should have stopped, I protested. He said, “Lets put it a little higher to give all the guys a good look. They’ll love it.” As he went slowly higher, I suddenly realized I had no panties. Just as that thought hit me, I flinched and gasped out loud as he reached up and brushed me intimately with his hand, letting it linger for more than a few seconds, then sliding his fingers slowly and softly up and down my slit. I was shocked! How dare him. I also felt a real unusual unwanted feeling between my legs. Maybe because I did not react any more than I did, he continued for a short time.                   

I was shaking with both anger and anticipation when he abruptly stopped, leaving my face red and my breathing hard. Then he simply dropped my dress down, stood up and checked the door, and we walked out as if nothing had happened. I was churning inside. There was no way that he would have done that without Colin taking part. When I saw him, he kissed me deeply and asked how it went. I told him we’d talk about it later. What I didn’t tell him was that I had an unwanted twitch between my legs over the event that only grew as the evening passed.              

Our long awaited sex that night was explosive, with Colin totally taken back by my aggressiveness. I later found out Blake had won out over Blain for the honor and it was all part of a bet that Colin had lost. My anger was quieted by the explanation, but I did wonder what I had ever said or done to what made them think I would go along with it. 

The next day, I thought it was the strangest thing I would ever do in my life. I was wrong!! Little did I know how soon I would be tested.

Adventures Of A Bride Ch. 02



The next few days following our wedding proved to be both enjoyable and busy. As our attention turned from the last minute wedding planning to last minute trip planning for our trip to Paris, we still had time to spend a little time with friends and share some quiet time with just the two of us. 

Several times I moved the conversation in the direction of what happened with Blake at the reception. But each time he just laughed it off with some weak attempt at an apology, admitting that it was poor judgment. I began to think that he did not know how far it had gone. Before the “garter tossing” part of the wedding I had gone back to the bathroom and adjusted the garter back down to just above the knee, so he was unaware of how high Blake had put it. 

I convinced myself it was just an isolated event caused by a stupid bet, and allowed to go too far under unusual circumstances. However, we saw Blake and Blaine twice in that short period and each time there were little things that were unsettling. Both of them were a little touchier with me than before, and Blake made a few little off-the-wall remarks such as “How have you been, uh, uh, feeling?” as he smiled at me in a very knowing way. I decided to ignore him. What may have bothered me more than anything, though, was the fact that each time I thought about it, I would get that little unwanted tingle, both in my mind and between my legs. Every love session with Colin was torrid, each time driven to some degree by those little illicit thoughts. I spent more than a little time reminding myself that even though I did nothing to attract his attention, I did little to stop it and was aroused by his attention.

Finally, we made the trip to Houston to spend the night with “Uncle” Keith. I still couldn’t bring myself to say it, as Colin did, and I think he appreciated being on a first name basis. It was the first time I had been in his home and it was even more than Colin had described. I’m sure he would prefer it not be mentioned as a mansion, but it certainly seemed so to me. But, for all the grandeur, both he and his family was gracious, down to earth, and downright friendly in a Texas sort of way. Keith was captivating. In just a few hours I found him to be very interesting, very attentive, and even more attractive than I had remembered. We immediately went into deep discussions of the upcoming trip. He apologized about the flight leaving at an evening hour, but his schedule had dictated it. Besides, he reminded us that we would be facing serious jet lag and it is best to travel at night so you can sleep and not lose all of the first day there to the lag. We agreed, not having any experience in the matter.

The next night we started our trip. Each of us dressed casually, each of them in short sleeve shirts and slacks and me in a short light dress that buttoned all the way up the front. I had planned on wearing something different, but Colin chose it for me, then asked me to wear a really sexy black thong and extremely low cut flimsy black bra that really exposed my breast, barely covering my nipples. I had never seen them before and had no idea how he had gotten them past me while packing. He laughed and said, “If they need to search you let’s make sure they get their money’s worth.” I really didn’t object, as it wasn’t that big a deal and I was pleased that he was so thoughtful and enjoyed the sensuality. It was still light when we took off, but we knew that within the hour it would be dark. The plane was packed, with us sitting very near the front. Colin chose the aisle seat, with me in the middle and Keith at the window. Within an hour, we were served a really decent meal. Keith bought little bottles of wine for us, enough for me to get a little buzz and become quite relaxed. When they picked up the trays, I noticed Keith quietly slipped the napkin off my tray and his and stuck them in the pocket in front of him. How odd, I thought.

By then it was dark. Many of the passengers had already turned off their lights and were in for the night. Since there were three of us, the conversation tended to last a little longer into the trip. Eventually, though, it was understood without saying that it was time. Colin got each of us a pillow and blanket from the overhead compartment and we got all tucked in. Even though our lights were turned off, there was still a very dim light because we were so close to the front of the plane. I was having a hard time getting comfortable, but Colin seemed to have fallen right off and Keith, being a seasoned traveler, seemed to be out. If nothing else, I could at least be quiet and pretend I was asleep.

After about thirty minutes of being very still, I detected Keith very slowly moving my blanket around. I was facing away from him when he touched me ever so slightly on the leg. I was caught by surprise but didn’t move, sitting very still and forcing my eyes to stay closed. The touching became more brazen after a while until he put his hand fully on my leg just about the knee. I didn’t know what to do. Wake Colin and tell him? I decided it would be best if I just pretended to be asleep. I was sure it would go away, but I was wrong. Maybe the lack of response made him think I was sleeping and encouraged him because he slowly started an upward exploration of my left leg. My dress slid upward as his hands slowly advanced, his fingers gently making small circles on my skin. His advance was slow and deliberate, making it harder to feign sleep. He started unbuttoning my skirt as he went up, pulling it aside as he went. I know my breathing had increased and my heart was pounding. I couldn’t believe it! First Blake, now this. His advance up my leg was excruciating, my nerves tingling with his touch.

Finally, with my dress separated way up and his hand well under it, he touched me over my panties. Only then did I reach down and grab his wrist. That opened the unspoken dialogue. We both knew I was not asleep now, and we were to determine where this was going. I didn’t fight him so much but put steady pressure on his wrist, trying to force him away from me and let him know he was not to do it. He never got rough or pushy, but just continued the pressure, slowly starting to caress my pussy through the flimsy panties. I avoided eye contact, keeping my eyes to the right where my husband was blissfully sleeping through this. 

The next ten minutes or so seemed like hours, with me fighting his advancing, ever exploring hand. I turned my head to him and quietly said “No, Keith. No.” He looked deep into my eyes as his massage continued. Finally, I started to relax my hand, both out of exhaustion and the realization that I was not in a position to fight this too much unless I intended to make a big scene. With that loss of panic, my body relaxed a little, my legs parting slightly.

He made full contact with me then, cupping me in his hand. After a few minutes of rubbing me with the palm of his hand, my thong was gathered to one side and he came in actual contact with my clit with his finger. Even though I somewhat expected it, it still came as a surprise and I involuntarily jerked at the contact. For all my apprehension, it started to feel good. 

With feelings of guilt overridden by his wonderful touch, I was really becoming aroused. He wasn’t a dirty old man off the street, yet it dawned on me that I didn’t know this guy at all. My breathing continued to increase, my heartbeat was fast, and I started moving slightly with his touch. His touch never got rough, but continued as slow, gentle movements as he had from the start. I adjusted my body a little and it became more accessible to him. With that, his fingers found full contact with my clitoris and started rubbing it with vigor, making strong rapid circles then flipping it rapidly from side to side with one finger. I was a goner!! My hand no longer was pushing his wrist, but rather was squeezing it and pulling it toward me, encouraging him to keep it up as if he needed any. At that point, he reached up with his free hand and turned my face toward him so that we were looking straight at each other. Very softly he silently mouthed the words “Come for me.” I was already writhing as quietly as I could, trying to control it in my seat, my mouth open and the air rushing out. The speed and pressure on my clit increased dramatically then, almost like a rapid vibration, and I lost it. My hand went over my mouth and I had a terrific orgasm, moving over in the seat towards Keith and as far away from Colin as I could, trying not to wake him with my gyrations.

He kept it up, never stopping to let me come down off my high. The explosion was followed by another, this one more intensive than the first. My face had to be beet red and I knew anybody sitting close to us could surely hear me. I glanced constantly at Colin, maybe to see that he was still asleep, maybe to mentally cry out for his rescue. I definitely was a willing prisoner to his uncle’s hand.

At that point, I don’t know whether to describe as things going uphill or downhill. He took full control of me. He looked around very carefully, and then gently pulled my face to him, kissing me very softly on the ears first, then the lips. He whispered, “Do you want more?” I didn’t answer but rather moaned very quietly. That was the answer he was seeking. His hand left my wet crotch and slowly inched its way up my stomach, taking my buttons apart as it traveled. Finally, the dress was totally opened, my flimsy bra covered only by the blanket. 

He pulled the blanket back carefully to admire the view in the dim light. I watched his face as he openly showed appreciation for my breast, leaning over to kiss the nipples protruding above my bra. He deftly found the front clasp and opened it, freeing my breast. I could tell the nipples were standing out proud, covered with a bit of perspiration. He gently grasped the right one between his thumb and finger, rolling it gently and then using it to pull me closer to him. Again looking around very carefully, he slipped the blanket down, trying to see them in the darkness of the plane. He slowly moved his head over them and took one in his mouth, nipping it slightly with his teeth, causing me to catch my breath. To my surprise, the danger of being caught only seemed to add to my pleasure. 

Not taking any more chances, he put the blanket back up and helped me replace my bra. I assumed it was over, but was caught by surprise when he slid his hand under me and removed my panties, taking them all the way down and off my legs. I lifted slightly to accommodate him, denying him nothing at this point. His hands slid back up and went under my hips. Without a word, he roughly inserted a large finger inside me. I moaned quietly and threw my hips forward and then back, impaling myself on it.

I couldn’t believe he could make me feel so good. As he moved his finger in and out, exploring every part of my crevice with those expert fingers, I realized how much I didn’t know about sex or for that matter, my own sexuality. As he nibbled my ear and the side of my mouth, his finger sent me into another crashing orgasm. He never stopped, moving from the finger penetration back to massaging my clit and then back to the intrusion, causing a non-ending chain of climaxes. At times he would tease my anus, using my lubrication to allow his finger to slightly penetrate it. I had never had that happen before and it felt wonderful!!

I was literally speechless, my mind totally taken over by his mouth and fingers, breaking the assault only to check Colin to see if he was asleep. What would he have thought? He had long ago turned over so that his face was facing us. “Don’t open your eyes, honey,” I quietly pleaded. This went on for what had to be hours, with him stopping any action whenever there seemed to be any movement with Colin, who continued to face us as he slept. I have no idea how many times I came.

Finally, he slowed everything down and eventually pulled totally out just as casually as he had entered, my hips still rolling as I put my dress back together. I thought it was over, but he reached across me and gently grasped my right hand, pulling me on my left side toward him. He guided my right hand under his blanket and I gasped as I came in contact with his exposed cock. He was massive in comparison to Colin, which was my only guide. I instantly grasped it without him asking. He took my hand and started moving it up and down, indicating to me that I was to masturbate him. I took a few seconds to adjust my hand and then started to slide his skin up and down. I found it to be very exciting and began to speed up. With that, he took my hand and said “Slowly, very slowly. Make it last.” I slowed down, and found a real nice pace, not moving the blanket very much yet causing him to move with me, moaning slightly and trying to kiss me. Finally, as I could tell he was about to come, he handed me the napkins he had taken from the trays and told me to cover the head to catch his come. I had to really lean over him in order to use both hands, and was astonished with the power of his orgasm and the amount and force of the semen he ejected. Cleaning him carefully, it felt like it was a pint. I realized it was the first time I had ever masturbated a man to orgasm. I definitely like it!

He pulled my face close to him, gave me a long kiss, and advised me to get some sleep. As I settled back, my body started to calm down and the remorse started to set in. For the second time in less than a week I had been subjected to a man’s advances that I did not provoke or invite. Why is it happening? Am I sending out a signal? I reached down and gently rubbed myself as I relived what had just happened. I had to live with the fact that no matter what caused it to happen, I had been a willing recipient of the advances.

Keith had thoroughly aroused me and there was no denying it. Maybe the environment in which it happened with Colin right beside increased the excitement, but it was definitely the most explosive sex I could remember and he had done it all with one hand!! Then I was mentally jolted. He had taken those napkins off those trays long before this had happened. He had anticipated this in advance, assuming I would be receptive. Good grief! What ever made him think I would be so easy?

I turned over on my right side and looked at my husband quietly sleeping. What have I done? What would he think if he knew? Then I remembered that Keith had removed my panties. I wondered what he had done with them. If I didn’t recover them somehow I was going to have a very inquisitive husband. This was the second pair of panties I had lost in a week, with Colin never giving me back the ones he took from under my wedding dress.

With that, I felt very close to Colin for some reason, slowly slipping my hand under his blanket, and then sliding it down his chest to between his legs. I was stunned. He was absolutely rock hard! My God!! Had he been aware of any of this? I was petrified. Surely not. Maybe I should not be so sure.



Adventures Of A Bride Ch. 03



In comparison to what had happened on our wedding day and on the plane to Paris, the rest of the honeymoon seemed uneventful. We had a great time hitting all the normal tourist spots, eating too much, and having great sex at all times of the day. Keith pretty well stayed out of the way as he said he would. We saw him occasionally, with him always picking up the tab when we were around. 

The one and only time that Keith and I were alone for any period of time happened one afternoon when Colin had fallen into a sex induced nap. I slipped down into the hotel lobby, looking into shops that I couldn’t afford. As I was looking into the window of an expensive lingerie shop, I heard a familiar voice say, “See anything you like?” I looked up to find Keith standing there with a suggestive smile on his face.

I told him I liked all of it but could afford none. He insisted that I go inside with him for a few minutes, “Just to look”, he said. I was hesitant but went in. The saleslady was very attentive as we wandered about, and the merchandise was unbelievable. I looked and touched, but nothing more. It was a bit embarrassing with Keith right there, and I know she assumed he was my husband. 

While I was looking through some panties and bras, she asked what size I wore. Since I didn’t know if she meant American or French sizes, which I didn’t know, I hesitated to answer. All at once Keith said “ Size four and 34C.” She went straight to them and started showing me what they had. I was standing there dumbfounded. How did he know my exact sizes?

As I started to protest that I couldn’t buy anything, Keith whispered to me that he wanted to buy me a few items “for being such a good sport.” He and the girl selected some extremely provocative items for me, including two very sexy see through short gowns. I was afraid to know what it cost. Instead of giving them to me, he said he would keep them for me until we got back to his house so that I wouldn’t have to explain anything to Colin. It was all so bazaar I said nothing.

The flight home was uneventful. I wore shorts instead of a dress and made sure Colin was seated in the center. I wasn’t about to have any repeats of the trip over, still not understanding what gave him the mental liberty to accost me. I was still chastising myself for not only allowing it to happen, but for getting caught up in it like a high school girl with the football captain. Why hadn’t I been furious instead of aroused? Never, ever again will I be taken advantage of.

Even though we arrived back in Houston late on a Saturday night, we got up at an early hour. Colin had already made plans to play golf with some of his college friends from Houston, so I got up when he did. The house was quiet because the children had been sent to their grandparents for the weekend. Keith arrived in the kitchen shortly after me and prepared coffee for us. His conversation was light and entertaining as always and I sort of slipped into the mindset that everything was over. When I asked about Debbie, he told me she had a very early tennis match and would be out for a while.

When we finished our coffee, he snapped his fingers and said, “I almost forgot. The bag with your new stuff is in my closet. We’d better get it now. I’ll let it be your problem as to how you handle it with Colin.” He led me into their master bedroom. I had seen it before during our mini tour of the house. The size of the actual bedroom was surprisingly snug for a house that size, but it had a huge bathroom and two massive walk-in closets. 

“It’s in here,” he said, and walked into his closet. At his beckon, I followed and was amazed all over again at the size of it. He picked up the bag but instead of giving it to me he just sighed and said, “I really envy Colin. I know you’ll look great in these.” It was then that panic struck.

“Keith, are you in here?” It was Debbie! Keith looked at me as if he had been caught red handed. He put a finger to his mouth, motioning me to be silent. Then he casually stepped out of the closet and told her he had just finished getting dressed. He turned the light off in the closet, but left the door open some, forcing me to step back into the darkness. I could easily hear everything and could see out if I wanted to, which I didn’t. I felt like a trapped rabbit.

“Why are you back so early?” he asked. She told him her partner bowed out with a sick child so she just came back home since there was guest. He told her I was still asleep as far as he knew. At that point, she walked right in front of the open closet door, looking great in a very short white tennis outfit. Their bed was just a few feet in front of the closet and I could see perfectly as she sat down on the edge of the bed and began to remove her shoes.

Suddenly, I stepped back as Keith walked past and brushed open the door even more. As well as I could see out, surely she could see in, even in the darkness. However, her attention was quickly diverted as Keith walked around and sat down behind her on the bed. He kissed her on the neck and said, “the kids are gone” as he slowly lifted her top up.

Just as the top was going over her head, he looked at me in the closet and had a knowing smile on his face. “Watch,” he silently mouthed. He continued to lift her top over her head and then off, keeping his attention on me. I’m sure he couldn’t see me, but he knew I could see them. I was a prisoner in that closet, wondering where all this was going and certainly wanting no part of it.

The removal of her top revealed a white transparent demi bra. Keith slid his hands around her and gently slid his fingers over the exposed top of her breast where just a hint of nipple was exposed. “I see that you are entertaining the guys at the club again, “ he said. She just laughed a little and reminded him that he liked it. She had her head turned to one side most of the time as he continued to kiss her lightly on the neck, his fingers caressing her breast. 

He slipped his hand inside the right cup of the bra, cupping it fully before massaging the nipple with his fingers. She moaned lightly and pushed back against him. “It’s been a long two weeks,” she said. He answered by slipping the straps off her shoulders and lowering the bra from her breast. I could see well enough to think to myself that I hoped I would have breast like that at her age after two children. They were larger than I had expected and were perfect. 

She moaned slightly and tried to find his lips. I was able to relate with her to some degree. Those same fingers had filled my senses with unwanted pleasure two weeks ago. Unlike me, though, she had no reason to be quiet and her noises escalated as the pleasure increased. His soft manipulations began to become rough as he pinched her nipples harder and started pulling them out away from her chest.

She began a slight grinding of her hips as she tried to push back against him. When he stopped the fondling long enough to discard her bra, she sighed softly. He leaned her back and went to her breast with his mouth then, going from one to the other. Even though his head blocked my view of the action, but I could imagine her enjoyment as her mouth opened slightly and her eyes closed as she emitted little sounds. Her arms went around his neck as he alternated between her breast and her mouth, burying his mouth in her neck at times.

His mouth never left her when his hand went down and started pushing the bottom of her outfit off. It appeared to be one piece that was like a panty and skirt combination. She lifted her hips to accommodate him, exposing the rest of her body to me. I had never seen such raw exposure as then. It wasn’t like being in a locker room. He laid his body across her stomach so that she couldn’t possible see past him where I was. His eyes were looking straight into the closet now, even though he couldn’t see me in the darkness. What he did know was that I was watching him take her, and I’m sure he assumed I was excited by it.

His hands went to her knees, and then slowly started that slow, sensual trip up her leg that I well remembered. Just inches up her leg, he took his hand off and crooked his finger at me a couple of times, indicating I should come closer. I stayed put, petrified of being found. He went back to her leg again, then again motioned for me to come forward. He clearly mouthed the words “I want to see you.” I hesitated but complied, moving up so that I was in the door, still somewhat hidden. He smiled and slid his body back up on her, attacking her breast and her mouth to her obvious enjoyment. Her hips were moving in a large, circular motion by now.

This was getting to be too much and I was starting to feel it. A tingle within me was starting to override my protest. He continued to block her vision with his body as his hands delivered her pleasure. When he finally reached her crotch, instead of touching it, he used a little pressure on the insides of her legs so that she would open them wider. He slowly spread her labia wide for me to see, exposing a glistening woman and an erect clitoris. I caught my breath. I’d seen porno movies before, but this was different. Did I look like that?

When he started a slow circular massage of her clit, she just wailed, moving her head from side to side. He never stopped watching me and was picking up on my vibes. He must have liked what he was seeing because he slid even higher up on her to make sure he was totally blocking her view, then moved his hand sideways to me. It did it three times before I finally understood that he wanted me to open the door more so he could easily see me. I shook my head no, but he kept insisting.

Finally, I gave in and slowly opened the door almost all the way. He could easily see my entire body then as I stood there shaking and breathing hard. He nodded with approval, than went back to playing with her pussy in earnest. She was moaning loudly, her hips a constant fluid movement. It was a perfect synchronization, his fingers and mouth and her hip movement. 

He run his fingers down the front of his shirt as if to be unbuttoning. Then he nodded at me. This time, I knew exactly what he wanted. I said no with my mouth and shook my head. He nodded again, and I said no again. This was where I was going to take a stance. I knew that I was getting very excited by the scene, but it was up to me to end it here. I emphatically mouthed “NO!” He nodded with understanding. I was relieved!

He slowed his fingers a bit and said, “ I brought you something from Paris.” When she asked where it was he told her it was in his closet. I panicked as she made an attempt to get up, stepping back quickly into the darkness. He held her down not only with his body but also by picking up the pace with his fingers. She moaned again and lay back down. He looked at me and had a stern look on his face as if to say, “Are you going to do what I say now?” 

I stepped up fully into his view and slowly started the top buttons on my blouse. With a smug look, he nodded his approval and motioned for me to take it slowly as he wanted to enjoy the view. He withdrew his hand from her long enough to undo his shorts and slid them off. The tingle within me turned to electricity when I saw him. If you could hear somebody’s eyes open wide, I would have been a clap of thunder! 

I know that it had been in my hand at one time on the plane and I knew he was huge, but I had not actually seen it. Stupid things come into your mind at the strangest times. I thought about all those “big dick’ stories the girls in my dorm told late at night, but I always blew them off as just that – stories. But this was not a penis. This was not an erection. This was a COCK!! I never dreamed a man could be so massive. I instinctively looked back at her crotch and immediately gave her credit for being able to accept that log on a nightly basis. Was it pain or bliss?

If there was any question about him being in control, it was gone now. He motioned for me to remove my bra, which I did without hesitation. My breast swung free, exposing nipples of stone. After I dropped it on the floor, he moved his hand over his chest, massaging his own nipples, then pointed to me. There was no misunderstanding what he wanted. I reached up and started rubbing my nipples, gently at first but then with more speed and pressure as I watched the two of them.

He made a big move then, turning his body around and placing his hard near her face. With that, he buried his face in he crotch and she bucked wildly. He pulled her legs up against his shoulders and spread them wide, allowing him to lick and suck on her while maintaining direct eye contact with me. I couldn’t tell if she had him in her mouth because he had my vision blocked. He would look up at me at times, and then bury his face in her again. I was standing there rubbing my nipples, my body on fire. This was disgusting. And fascinating!!

His mouth left her clit for a few seconds and replaced it with his fingers. During that time, he pointed at me and made a downward motion. When I didn’t respond, he did it again and mouthed, “Take your shorts off!” I was really reluctant, then thought what the heck difference does it make now. I simply dropped them where I stood and kicked them back. I was wearing a yellow thong, which he obviously liked. He let me stand there for a few minutes, asking me often to turn all the way around. Finally, as I knew he would, he had me remove them. I just dropped them in place, not bothering to move anything.

Her sounds were becoming muffled by what I assumed was that massive head in her mouth. Surely she couldn’t take any more than the head in there. He would back off eating her for a few seconds just to tease her, watching me closely during those times. My eyes were locked on the action, my nerves on edge and my fingers slowly teasing my sensitive nipples. The burning sensation between my legs was taking control like a magnet, drawing reluctant fingers down my stomach to fill the need. 

He didn’t have to ask. I slipped my hand all the way down between my legs, the fingertips brushing my lips aside to go directly to my clit. I stifled a moan as my senses reacted, my hips pushing out to meet the touch. The gratifying look on his face told me that I was meeting all his expectations. I was bent over slightly, my hips moving back and forth in concert with my fingers, knees bending slightly then returning, sending me in an up and down motion. In short, my whole body was a mass movement, being torn between what I was doing and what I was seeing.

Just as I knew I couldn’t hold it back any longer, I received relief from the situation as she started to come. I watched as she raised her head up, throwing it side to side and cried out loudly, begging him not to stop. He defied her, removing his mouth from her clit and replacing it with two fingers, pumping them deep and fast into her as I watched. That was more than I could take. My orgasm washed over me, dropping me to my knees as my fingers flew over my clit, increasing the pressure and speed. He watched me with glazed eyes, his pleasure obvious. His hips were driving back and forth, caught up in the frenzy, as if he were actually penetrating us.

He had no intention of letting her stop coming. His fingers kept driving hard and fast into her, keeping her bucking up and down with the action. In union with him, I moved my fingers from my clit and inserted them inside me, keeping pace with his fingers. I must have been a sight, down on my knees and pounding myself in front of him. One thing’s for sure. He was certainly getting off watching me. 

As I heard her build again, I went up the scale with her. Again, hearing her moan out her new orgasm was more than I could take and I went with her. I was shaking uncontrollably now, totally lost to the sensations of my situation. It was mad! It was dangerous! It was more exciting and erotic than I could ever have dreamed. The thought of getting caught was all part of the pleasure now! Was this really happening to me? 

Everything slowed down then, each of us bringing ourselves down. I was still a bundle of erotic nerves in need of further release. My fingers were back at my clitoris, making very slow circles as I watched him nibble slowly on hers. His eyes seemed never to leave me now, the desire obvious. Had I somehow finally gained control over him to some degree? I thought about what it would be like to have that huge cock slide in me. My eyes closed and I almost came again with the vision.

Finally, her voice broke the thought. “I need to go to the bathroom,” she said. She attempted to rise, but he held her down, burying his face in her crotch again. As she moaned again, he pointed to me to move back into the closet. I scrambled back, slowly closing the door. I stood in terror as I heard them moving about. Suddenly the door opened and Keith held out his hand to me. I gathered my clothes quickly and let him lead me out the bedroom door, completely naked. As he showed me out, he stopped me and gave me a real deep kiss, clearly not wanting to let me go. 

“You were wonderful,” he told me. Then he gently closed the door. Instead of walking away, I just slid down to the floor outside their door. It all washed over me and was just too much. My legs were jelly and refused to move. My brain went numb. What in the world just happened! I just sat there with my clothes in my hand.

I heard them as she returned to the room. She told him to lie down so that she could take care of him. Her long, blissful sounds followed as I enviously visualized her lowering herself on him, being totally filled by that massive erection. Their groans were easily audible from where I was sitting. Then she started to talk softly, her voice sultry from the orgasms and the cock still deep inside of her.

“Well, how did the trip go with Susan”?

“It was nice.”

“Did you do it”?

“Not totally. I came close.”

“What do you mean? What happened”? Her voice was shaking badly and sounded like she was ready to come again.

He went into an unbelievable vivid detailed account of what happened on the plane, leaving nothing for her to imagine, right down to my writhing body. She would stop him at times to clarify or enhance his description of the events. It sent her over the top and her orgasm was loud even from the hallway. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My feelings were mixed between horror and ecstasy as I relived the event with them. Her reaction to all this was more than I could take and my shaking hand was back between my legs.

“Do you still think you can have her”? 

“Any time I want.”

“So, you think you can win the bet”?

“It’s a cinch.”

I sat there in disbelief. They were discussing me as if I were a trophy. As I gathered my clothes and went back to my bedroom in tears, I was full of questions. What had I done now? What was going on and who was involved?

Time would give me the answers.



Adventures Of A Bride Ch. 04



When Colin arrived back from his golf game I was anxious to leave. Even though I had truly enjoyed our honeymoon and felt very close to Colin, there had been just too much of everything since the wedding and there was that reoccurring, nagging question about something going on in my life that I was unaware of. He sat on the bed and pulled me close, letting his hand slide up my shorts. He let out a low whistle and said, “Wow, are you ever wet!” I know he thought the dampness was for him but I knew better. I had just been aroused to a fever pitch and it just wouldn’t go away, my hand slipping down at times to quiet the itch, yet not being able to erase the excitement of what I’d witnessed. 

As much as I hated to admit it, Keith had exploded into my life, becoming much more of a factor than I could have ever imagined. Each time I started thinking about him I became very aroused. I knew that he was aware of what he did to me. I could tell by the look on his face and the knowing look in his eyes as if he’s saying, “You like what I do to you and we both know it!” He definitely had a swagger about him concerning me, and it didn’t help at all that I had seen him naked. His body was nice overall, but what sent the huge jolt straight down through me, making me seep between my legs, was remembering the sight of that massive cock!                   

Much to my disappointment, Colin asked if we could stay an extra day. He wanted to have an interview with a firm here in Houston and see what they had to offer. He already had offers in the Dallas area but wanted to remain open to any opportunities. Both Keith and Debbie were very happy about the news, with it opening up the rest of the day for a dinner around the pool that we couldn’t have done if we were leaving that day. The day went well, but I felt that all eyes were on me. The attention paid to me by everyone was almost overwhelming, whether it was the skimpy swimsuit I was wearing or because they really were trying to appease me. 

When the evening ended Keith and Debbie turned in, leaving the two of us alone in the late hour. Colin guided me into the hot tub as he thought we had the night to ourselves. After a long romantic petting period, he took my suit off. At his insistence, I came out of the tub and sat on the edge, my nipples becoming hard coming out of the heat into the cool air. Using his fingers and then his mouth, he sent me up the ladder, leaving me on the top rung for what seemed forever. He would bring me to the top, tease me on the verge of coming, and then bring me back down only to start all over again. 

This was the sweet love that I wanted from my husband, not the explosive illicit sex that had been happening to me lately. I put my hands back behind me to support me and opened my legs wide for his tongue. He would lick and suck me for a while, then pull back and use his hands to keep positioning me so that the dim lighting would illuminate my crotch. “I want to see your clit as it stiffens,” he said. I readily complied, as he would back away a few feet at times and ask me to open it wide for him and rub it a little. Over the period of about thirty minutes, the “rubbing’ I gave myself ran from a few long slow strokes to furious masturbation bringing me to the edge before he would intervene and stop me. I loved it!

Finally, he pulled me back into the tub and had me straddle him, my knees on either side of his legs. He took great caution to have me face a certain way, saying that it had to do with the jet streams of water hitting us. The screwing began and it ranged from slow and easy to torrid. I felt no requirement to be quiet so it was a vocal affair. Since I had already been building to an orgasm for so long, the first few strokes sent me over in a shuddering, noisy climax. Then, at his request, I really slowed it down for him, not wanting to make it end too soon. After a while, my mind drifted back to earlier in the day. With those visions, even the slow strokes sent me past the top, moaning and muttering and pressing my breast in his face. 

He encouraged me, asking me to be very vocal and using his hands and mouth to make my body movements exaggerated. It was if he were trying to watch us from afar as I plunged up and down on him in long strokes, my body separated from his and my head thrown back. I’m sure he would have been very disappointed if he knew that my sex drive that night was being fueled with the vision of the two people lying in a near bedroom. Finally, he bucked against me and begged me to drive hard and fast on him. I did, and it was more than enough to finish me off again. It was a real comfort when it was over to know that we had come together as a husband and wife should. 

It was just as I started to dismount him that I saw the curtains close on the window just a few feet in front of me. 

The next morning Keith was out of the house long before we were up and around. When Colin left for his appointment, Debbie suggested we go out for a while. There were some chores she had to do and she had a dental appointment in the same building that Keith’s office was in. I didn’t want to be too casual so I chose to wear a short skirt and a blouse instead of shorts, with some slightly elevated heels. When we arrived at the building about noon, I was impressed. To be in a suburban location, it was tall and very nice. To my surprise, Debbie suggested that I spend the hour that she had to be at the dentist with Keith and that she would meet up with me later for a late lunch. I was hesitant but what was I to say. We would be at his place of work and there could be no danger. My biggest concern was me just dropping in but Debbie insisted it was fine.

She was right. Keith acted like it would have been a terrible day if I hadn’t showed up as he introduced me to the immediate staff. When Debbie left, Keith guided me to his office. I knew that he was connected and had money, and his office reflected it. I really didn’t know what he did, but the respect he received was evident. He paged his secretary and told her that there were to be absolutely no interruptions until his wife returned. For no reason at all, the call was ominous to me and I started to shake. All at once, we were alone again!

He spent a little time showing me showing me his office and tried to explain what he did. It was plush, to say the least, with a full private bath. One other door led out of the office. He opened it and said that it was his favorite part. I looked in and saw that it was a dark narrow hallway that led to the main one outside his offices. “That’s my escape route,” he said. Since he was one of the original tenants of the building, he had it built in. He explained that only he and Debbie had the keys and he had used it often to leave and come back when everybody thought he was in his office. He gave a mischievous grin and said that Debbie had called ahead and sneaked in for some daylight delight a number of times. I noticed that when we walked away from it he left the door slightly open.

Then, as he was pointing out the view of downtown Houston in the distance, the concerns I had about being behind closed doors became reality. As stood behind me and talked and pointed his right hand slowly started rubbing my arm. I walked away slightly as if I saw something, but was just trying to brush him away. He followed, casually answering my questions, but again with his hands making contact. After a few seconds, I was out of questions and room at one end of the office. His touch left my arm and slid around to my right breast, cupping it with his hand. I said “No, Keith. I don’t want this.” He paid no attention, playing with the nipple and kissing my neck lightly. 

I shuddered slightly at the touch of his lips on my neck, involuntarily moving my head towards him as if in approval. That’s how he took it, slipping his other arm from off my shoulder and dropping it down and around my waist, his hand landing on my lower stomach.

The kisses continued, the right hand moving over to my left breast and his left hand gently massaging my lower stomach through the thin skirt, bunching it up slightly as he inched his fingers downward. Turning me around, his arms went around me, pulling me to him for a very long, deep kiss. I was melting fast as it was and when his tongue started exploring mine it shattered the remains of my resistance. I was breathing hard, feeling my heart doing a fluttering beat, and that all too familiar feeling between my legs. 

None of these signals went unnoticed with him. Accepting my actions as approval, he picked me up and took me over near the hallway door, placing me on a small plush couch. I glanced into the darkness of the hallway through the partially open door but gave it no more thought as he pulled my head toward him for another kiss. He sat beside me, covering my body with his, his hands never stopping their exploration and his tongue deep inside my mouth doing a slow dance with mine. My eyes closed, I relaxed my tense body and accepted him from all the angles that he was attacking. He stayed there for several minutes, telling me how beautiful he thought I was and how much he was attracted to me. I was in the mood to accept anything he told me, each expression adding to the dampness I was already feeling. 

After a while, he slid down off the couch to his knees in front of me. I couldn’t hide my disappointment when his mouth left mine. It had been s-o-o-o nice. He placed his hands between my knees and very slowly spread them, giving him an unhindered view of me under the short skirt. His gasp was audible as I realized that he had never seen me this close before. His hands went above my knees, pushed my legs wide apart, and he leaned over and started trailing kisses up my legs right behind where his hands were rubbing. I closed my eyes and lifted my hips slightly from the warm rush I was feeling. He took that chance to push my skirt up above my hips, exposing my thong. It was white, extremely frilly, and very French! He laughed heavily as he recognized it as one he had bought in Paris. He simply said, “I knew it would look great on you,” and kept moving higher with his hands, then kisses. He kept positioning me on the couch so that my back was away from the window and I was facing the hallway door.

His hands never stopped their upward movement in a tantalizing slow process. The fingers were magic, each little circle making my nerve ends explode as they crossed. Finally, mercifully he reached my panties. Those fingers never stopped tormenting me, teasing me through the little wisp of nothing that covered me as if they weren’t there. I’m not sure where the biggest turn on was coming from by then, his fingers slowly teasing my lips through the lace or the look on his face coupled with his ragged breathing. I silently encouraged him with my hip rotations, soft moans pouring out of me at all times, while he spilled out non-stop compliments about me while expressing how I was his dream.

He teased me forever before his fingers went under the thong and found me. I gave no protest, hoping my moans were not audible through the door. I didn’t want this to stop and I wasn’t even going to pretend. I opened my legs wider as his fingers worked magic on my clit, finally slipping inside. When they did, I bucked my body up to meet them with a muted cry. They felt wonderful in there and I protested when he slowly removed them after a few minutes. But my protest fell quickly as he deftly removed the thong, then took both thumbs and spread me wide open. The kisses that I had been wanting came not on my mouth with his tongue searching for mine, but rather on the pussy with him receiving my clitoris in his mouth, slowly running his tongue over it. 

My noise became louder, my hips rotating as he began a very slow, very soft sucking motion, slipping the clit in and out of his mouth, scrapping it with his teeth. I couldn’t hold it any more and exploded, bucking so hard he had to work to stay with me. At the time, I couldn’t remember anything ever feeling so good. He was on his knees on the floor but sort of extended out so that even though my legs went up over his shoulders I was not in a contorted position, but rather lie out. His hands slipped under my hips, giving them support as he lifted them in the air. He was no doubt by then in complete control. He was welcome to it, as I encouragingly whispered softly “yes, yes.” 

He slowed down for a long time, teasing me and allowing me to regain myself. Then, as if on my cue, he sucked hard on me again, boiling me over. These certainly were not the first times I had an orgasm while getting eaten, but it felt like the best. The way he was going about it showed that not only was my pleasure his first priority, but he couldn’t get enough of pleasing me. If this was repaying me for what had happened in the last couple of weeks, I considered it paid in full. He stayed at it for a long time, sucking and licking like it was a meal he had not had forever. 

My hands alternated between the back of his neck to being stretched high above my head, soaking in the sensations. He started asking questions like “has anyone else made you come like this”? and “does Colin make you feel this good”? I answered, almost in a begging voice, telling him anything so he wouldn’t stop. 

Finally, he slowed down and the torrid eating became a gentle nibble. I was mentally disappointed but said nothing, as I knew as well as he that our time was up. Finally, he stood up and pulled me forward. It was almost more than I could take!! Sometime, somehow, he had removed his pants during all this and I was staring straight at that monster cock not more than six inches away. If I had thought it was huge before, I swear it doubled in size at this range. He took my hands and placed them gently on it, fully feeling the full girth and length for the first time. My heart jumped. It was astonishing, almost freakish!

“Do you want it”? he asked.

My only answer was an unintelligible moan.

“Would you like to have it inside you”? He asked again.

After a few seconds, I could only nod. I still was holding it, slightly moving the skin up and down with both hands, causing him to weave back and forth.

“You’ve not answered me,” he said. He knew he had the power here.

“Yes,” I said very quietly, almost hypnotized by the size of the head and the protruding veins.

“Yes, what, Susan”? He was pressing.

“I want it inside me. I want you to fuck me,” I finally said, not believing those words had come from my mouth.

Rather than being a jerk about it, he leaned over, tilted my mouth up to his, and gave me a super long deep kiss; his tongue feeling like it was well past my tonsils. I think I could feel a spurt down below and I knew I felt his reaction because it was in my hand. He reached between my legs, slowly inserted two fingers and said, “You probably don’t want me half as much as I do you. Stay another night and you’ll get what you want.”

I shook my head no. “Stay another night, Susan. I’ll show you something magic you’ll never forget,” he whispered. The fingers were deep in me, curling up to slowly caress my insides. 

The words burned my ears and his fingers were blissful inside my pussy. I barely could whisper “Okay,” as I was coming again, my hips starting to thrash about. With that, he dropped down on his knees again and buried his face between my legs, sucking on my clit like a vacuum. Just as he did, I could see over his shoulder straight into the hallway door. There was Debbie, standing in the partially opened door, her face fully in rapture, her eyes partially closed, her mouth fully opened. She had her skirt lifted and her hand was buried under her see thru panties, the busy fingers visible even from where I lay. Her hips were moving back and forth and her legs seemed to be having trouble standing. 

For some reason, maybe because I was escalating to what became an explosion, I didn’t panic or feel concern. I continued to watch her as she watched us. She may have not thought I could see her with her somewhat in the darkness. Her left hand continued to hold up her skirt, as her right hand was deep inside the top of her panties, furiously rubbing her clit as she observed. In what was another self-revelation, I found myself being excited with the scene. I was at the top and ready to come, his mouth having become a machine, sucking my clit super fast and hard as if it were a penis. It was then that I realized what a sight I must really be! My blouse still on, short skirt above my waist, and still wearing those platform shoes. 

It had turned all so erotic, so exciting, that I actually wanted it to last longer. I kept my eyes open as I ground against him, constantly saying “oh, yes, oh, yes,” as he drove me into another orgasm. I took her with me as I watched her come, her mouth wide open, her body dropping way down as her knees buckled. Her attempts at stifling her sounds were inadequate as I could clearly her moaning as she came. With that, she fell back into the darkness and out of my sight. 

Keith brought me down slowly. I was very tender and sensitive, which he recognized. His tongue became a feather and actually gave me a mini orgasm during the cooling process. Finally, he stood up and pulled me up with him. His arms went around me and held me for a long time, kisses falling all over my face and lips. I could taste myself on his lips as the wetness transferred from his to mine. “I’m serious about you two staying tonight. I really want you to experience something,” he said. I was just too high and my nerves too alive to say no. I knew Colin would approve.

Later, as Debbie stopped by to pick me up, innocent good byes were exchanged. I did notice some knowing looks from some of the female employees. Were they intimate about the situation or was I just walking gingerly? My legs were still rubber and my pussy on fire, wanting more and still dreaming of that thing!!

As we had lunch, I asked Debbie how she was able to eat after just getting out of the dentist’s office. She looked at me in surprise, turned red, and mumbled something about not having to use Novocain. I wondered if she had been Colin’s and my uninvited guest last night. 

I found out later I was right.



Adventures Of A Bride Ch. 05



After leaving Keith’s office I spent the afternoon piddling away the day with Debbie. If she was embarrassed about watching Keith and I that morning it certainly didn’t show. I highly suspected that she didn’t know I had seen her. What I knew for absolute certain was she liked to watch. She was number one on my list as being the peeper behind the curtains last night watching Colin and I in the hot tub. I was surprised it didn’t bother me more. Instead, in my little warped world I was living in right then, it was a little exciting.

As for me, everything that had happened that morning was not only vivid in my mind, but still leaving me tingling. It seemed that my hand was down between my legs every chance I got when I thought I was not being observed. My thong was soaking wet and didn’t seem to be in any great danger of becoming dry. As I nodded and said things Debbie wanted to hear as she spent tons of money, my mind was actually locked in on what Keith had said this morning. I remember him talking me into staying another day and making references about “showing me something magic” and “experiencing something really great”, but I was at a loss and wondering how this was going to sit with Colin. I had been in the throes of orgasm when I agreed to stay and now wished I could take it back. Hopefully, Colin would pull me out of this.

No luck! Debbie got a call from Keith telling us that Colin was deep inside some very promising interviews and meetings that would take him well into the night and was wondering if it was okay to spend another night. Keith suggested we meet for an early evening dinner and Debbie locked us in. She wanted to eat at her favorite Chinese place, which was not too far from home. We didn’t even bother to go home before meeting Keith. The meal was as good as promised, but the most interesting part was the times I was sure Keith had his hands on her under the table. She would go quiet for a few minutes and would rock gently in the booth beside him, her eyes appearing to glaze.

As soon as we got home a series of events began, making it an evening I’m not likely to ever forget. I could tell by Debbie’s voice that she was not totally recovered from the scene at the restaurant and Keith still had a bulge in his pants when he walked in the door. She made an immediate excuse that allowed her to go to her room. Keith came up behind me, slipped one arm around me to cup my breast, and slid his other down to just above my knees, slowly coming back up my leg, pulling my skirt up with me. “I need you to follow my directions without question tonight. Are you up to it”? My lack of response was unacceptable. “Are you with me tonight, Susan. I’ll take you where you’ve never been.” As his hands pinched my nipple and went under my thong, I had no power to say no, so I just nodded slowly and quietly.

“It’s very important that you watch something. Be very quiet and enjoy.” With that, he reached down and took my thong off, hiding it under a sofa cushion. “I want you to be wearing your skirt. A woman’s hand under her skirt is extremely provocative.” He guided me toward his bedroom, holding my hand. Motioning me to stay in the hall, he quietly entered his room, leaving a sizeable gap open.

Debbie came out shortly and approached the end of the bed totally nude, apparently just coming out of the shower. Surprised to see Keith in there, she was appreciative when he gathered her up in his arms and gave her a long kiss, then turned her around so he could take her breast in each hand. When his right hand dropped down between her legs and gave out a low whistle, she laughed and said, “Yes, it’s wet. All of this is exciting me almost as much as she is you. Have you had this hard on all day?” I knew the answer and so did she. He didn’t lie, admitting it had been with him ever since I came into his office that morning.

Losing no time, he slipped his clothes off and lay back on the bed at an angle so that by looking to his left he could clearly see me. There was that massive tool, sticking obscenely up in the air. I still wasn’t ready for the sight of it and did a silent gasp. He motioned for her to mount him, guiding her above his hips. I was surprised when the look I saw on her face was that of apprehension rather than anticipation. She had been there before and obviously knew the perils of accepting him inside her. He reached between her legs and started rubbing her as she began the mount, maybe trying to manufacture as much lubrication as possible. 

Standing on her knees, her eyes apparently closed, she took it in her hand and guided it between her legs. A slow rocking session began, barely visible at first, as she accustomed herself to the entry. Keith was watching her face closely and with his left hand slowly motioned for me to open the door wider so he could see me. I did so, amazed that all this was coming so natural for me now, with all sense of being caught swept aside by my voyeuristic side. I watched as she was moving him up and down her channel, lubricating it to the max.

Finally, she poised for just a second, then slowly started pressing down, accepting the leading edge of the head into her. I was fascinated with the scene, her mouth open and her face becoming contorted. My hands slowly went down, the left pulling up my skirt above my waist and my right finding my clit in all that slippery dew. Keith was sharing his attention between Debbie’s face and me, evidently torn between what was hotter. My vote went to her. By now she had accepted the head and was slowly moving down the shaft, her groans getting louder and, I realized, not particularly in pleasure. An occasional grimace on her face told me this was uncomfortable if not painful. 

My appreciation of both of them increased dramatically as I watched them work together. As I provided a side show for him, he started a slow upward movement with his hips, impaling her a little deeper than she would might have gone at the time. Each time he did it, we were rewarded with a low, almost painful groan from her. He would look at me as if to say, “I told you it would be exciting.” My hands were moving with fast steady strokes by then, not paying any thought of getting caught. My legs were becoming Jell-O, hardly able to hold the weight of my swaying body. 

Their experience at this started to show, as her movements and sounds took on a different tone. The slow strokes started to pick up speed and a tiny smile started to creep onto her face. I could see there was a lot of him left for her to take, even from where I was watching, but she was changing tactics and the rhythm picked up speed a she went down a little further each time. Her groans turned to moans and he began to join her with his mutterings. I know that I was right there with them, having to suppress any noise but my fingers busy, causing me to lean against the doorframe to steady my quivering legs undeterred by the fleeting thought that I was even more exposed to her. She could have easily seen me. 

Then, with no visibly long build-up, she suddenly threw her head back, moaned real loud, and started to come. When she did it, she threw herself on his cock, impaling it all the way in to the hilt as she bounced on top, swinging her head about as she continued. It wasn’t quick, as she came for a long time. It became too much for Keith and when he came with a series of grunts it took me over, too, jerking around and sliding down the door as my legs deserted me. I normally close my eyes during orgasm, but I couldn’t tear them off the scene in front of me. She was now able to gracefully slide that entire log in and out of her, letting the head come almost out before slamming herself all the way down. Keith whispered his appreciation to her as she slowed down and eventually came to a stop. Recognizing the decline, I pulled the door closed and stepped back, feeling the terror again of getting caught. They began a quiet conversation and I quickly went out by the pool. A few minutes later he found me, without hesitation gathering me in his arms and kissing me deeply. As he slid his hand between my legs, he let out an appreciative “wow’ and simply said, “The best is yet to come!”

Debbie came out twenty minutes later, walking gingerly out to the pool with a slight rolling of her hips broadcasting her recent sex. Any man would have picked up on it. I had a new appreciation for her and now wondered where I stood in comparison to her. She looked at me and asked if I would be terribly upset if she had to leave for a while. She had a previously planned engagement that she had almost forgotten.

She was no longer out the door when Keith asked me to go put on the green negligee that he had bought me in Paris. I nodded numbly, dug it out from where I had hidden it and put it on. I’ll have to admit his taste was good. It looked really nice, being a very thin, almost gauze like light green material that tied together several times down the front with some little ribbon ties. Underneath was a very abbreviated thin soft bra and thong that was of a darker green color. When I came out, his eyes told me all I needed to know about his approval. Leading me inside, he had me sit down at one end of a small couch and he took the other. Instead of touching me, I was taken by surprise when he began to just talk.

“ I know that the past couple of weeks have taken you totally out of your known world, and that I have taken advantage of you. What you need to know is that you have telegraphed sensuality ever since we’ve met. I’m sure I’m not the only man to pick up on it and won’t be the last. I’m just the one that took a chance and moved on it. You’ve proven to me that, without a doubt, I was right. I wanted you to watch Debbie and I tonight to show you something. I know that you have noticed my size. I am essentially a freak, much larger than the normal male. It causes me a great deal of problems in that many women have wanted it but few can take it. That’s one of the reasons I chose Debbie. More than twenty women have made me stop when I was with them. It was just too much. Debbie is one of the few who has been able to accommodate me, though it is not without pain.” 

“The reason that I wanted you to watch tonight is to let you know that sex with me is not easy, but when it works it is something that you will never experience with another man, no matter how much you love or want him. The other reason is I want you to see how attracted I am to you and how much you excite me. I have intentionally had Debbie drain me so that we can start new. It will allow me to stay hard for you for a long time.”

Then he just quietly looked at me and said, “So, are you willing? Do you want me as bad as I think you do and as badly as I want you? I don’t want you to feel forced.” My prolonged silence must have been answer enough. He slid over next to me and started kissing me as his hands ran over my body. He made nice comments about how sexy I was in that outfit and it was too bad he would not get to see them all. With that, he stood up and took off all his clothes and sat back down on the other end of the couch. He lifted his right leg up over the back of the couch and dropped his other on the floor, leaving him extremely exposed to me, his cock hanging like a huge hose between his legs.

“The first thing I want is for you to know how much I want you and how excited I get by being with you. I want you to start touching yourself, starting high at first then follow your instincts. We won’t touch each other during this time. I want you to watch what happens.” With that, he lay back against the arm of the couch and waited. It was extremely awkward and if I hadn’t been already been riding this sensuous crescent I wouldn’t have been able to comply. As it was, I moved my hands to my breast and started the show as requested. 

Any inhibitions I should have had deserted me. I felt like I was in one of those strip clubs, doing a private dance for him with the anticipated payoff not being bills stuck in my thong, but cock stuck in my pussy. I felt myself moving with my touch, closing my eyes at times and staring deep into his at others. He never took his eyes from me, appreciating every move. My fingers went from breast to nipple to slowly untying the little ribbons in front. I seemed to be frozen in slow motion, feeling no desire to hurry my show. After about five minutes, I watched him start to grow.

He kept his hands behind his head at all times, never touching himself. His eyes were closed slightly and his breathing heavy as he watched me. His penis started to move slightly as if coming out of a sleep. By then I had my top wide open, my rigid nipples protruding fully through the nothing bra, and my hands had began a southern migration down to the top of the transparent thong. As I watched him and started my delicious decent into depravity, I had no idea of the depths I would reach. If there had ever been a turning around point, I had obviously missed it. I was in an unintended sexual freefall with no desire to stop.

His cock slowly lumbered to life. He was not circumcised, so the head was still partly hooded as I could see it turn purple and start to swell. My fingers tantalized my clit as I observed this amazing development before me. His progress was as excruciatingly slow as it was erotic. Watching his face as he observed me was almost as great a turn on as watching him get hard. I was moving fast and knew I was going to have an orgasm any time, possibly spoiling everything. Just then he quietly said with a raspy voice, “take you panties off so I can see inside you.” 

They were already down low from my invading hand, but I slipped them on off and left them on one foot. I reached back for myself, wanting to quench the fire, when he said, “Use your fingers to open yourself up. I want to see your clit.” I used both hands, opening myself wide for his pleasure, exposing the bundle of nerves that I knew had grown stiff and slipped out of it’s little protective hood. He let out a small moan and he grew even more. By this time he was sticking well up into the air, about half way hard. The head had pushed the foreskin almost all the way down and I could see a little droplet coming out of the eye of what was becoming a St Bernard head. He continued to keep his hands tucked under his head, which I knew had to be a real test of his patience.

I didn’t have that patience and being on the edge of orgasm, I reached for myself again. “Not yet,” he said.” Make yourself wait.” I groaned with disappointment but followed his lead. Here we were, just propped up on our backs, taking an up close and personal view of each other’s genitals. I would never have put that high on my list of erotic notions, but in reality it was unbelievable! I continued to hold myself wide for him, trying to not block his view as I squirmed in the seat, grinding my legs together then opening them wide. My ass was in constant motion, grinding small circles and pumping up and down.

At last, he told me to continue. My fingers flew to my clit like a magnet, furiously trying to quiet the rage. It didn’t take long as I found the intense pressure and speed too much, exploding in a climax for him that no longer had to be subdued. I wailed and wailed in front of him as I gushed, my hips off the couch as my feet dug in. I could see his reaction through my gyrations as he was bucking back and forth and making strange sounds. His cock was at full staff then, huge and menacing, as it stood in a huge curve. The purple head was monstrous when totally unsheathed, dripping and wet. My mouth hung open, my pussy liquid as I savored the moment. Mother never told me about this!!

Finally, relief came when he slowly stood up. He kneeled down on the floor right beside me, took my hands from myself and placed my right hand on his shaft. One of his hands went to my breast, the other replacing my fingers in me. Instead of teasing my clit, though, he slid two fingers deep inside me, and then curled them back towards the front. The impact was immediate and devastating. So THAT was where the g-spot was! I gasped and grasped him harder as I responded to his touch.God, he was huge!

“Do you like it”?

I mumbled something. He was not satisfied.

“Do you like it”? He looked at me with the question.

“Yes,” was the soft answer.

“Do you think you can take it”?

“I don’t know,” was the best I could do. It really scared me now that I realized my hand could not handle the full girth. The length was an entirely different thing altogether. I had been astounded with the size before, but not apprehensive as I was now, knowing that I was moments away from him trying to enter me.

He started kissing my breast and increased the pressure and speed inside of me with his hand, then shocked me with some questions. I had thought at that point I was past shock. “Do you like to suck Colin”? He asked. I hesitated before answering yes. It was a bit silly to try to hide something like that at this stage. “How about Blake and Blain,” he asked. I looked at him in surprise and emphatically said no. “I was just asking. I know they are all close.” After a few more seconds with his fingers tormenting me in a great way, he leaned closer to me and said “Have they ever felt you up”? I wondered if he noticed the hesitation when I lied and said no. He said, “Um-m-m,” and waited just a minute. “Are you sure they’ve never tried to make a pass at you”? His hands came out of me, lifting one of my legs up over his shoulder. He took both my hands in his and buried his face in me, his mouth and tongue finding the swollen clit. As my body arched with the sensation, he said again, “They’ve never touched you”? 

He wasn’t going to let it go. “One time Blake did,” I said. My admission was brushed aside in my brain by my quivering clit.

“What happened”?

“He caught me by surprise one night and touched me under my dress.”

“Touched you where”?

“He brushed my pussy with his fingers for a short while.”

“Did it feel good”?

I hesitated before he gave me a real hard suck. “Yes.”

Then, as if he were satisfied with everything, he stood up slowly and took my hand gently into his. “If you want me, lead me to your bed,” he softly said. I was riding high and wanted him badly, but I was still fully in fear of the size of him. My pussy won out over my brain so I removed my panties off my foot and, leaving my top wide open, I slowly got up and with his hand in mine started towards his bedroom. He said “No, I want to fuck you in Colin’s bed.” A little bit surprised, I said nothing and led him to our room. I might not have been so compliant if I had truly realized what was ahead.

Without bothering to close the bedroom door, Keith pulled me into his arms and after a long kiss said “I can’t begin to tell you how long I’ve waited for this.” There was no need for foreplay. I was soaking wet, he was menacingly hard, and we had been having foreplay for two weeks. “Do you want to be on top”? he asked. “It’ll give you control of everything.” Looking down at him, I agreed. I didn’t think I wanted to be ripped apart when he got caught up in the passion. He slipped me out of the rest of my negligee, leaving me nude for his twinkling eyes.

He seemed to be very meticulous about how he positioned himself on the bed. As he motioned me over, his cock was hard as steel as it lie across his stomach. As for me, I felt incredibly hot and slippery. Surely I could do this. I straddled him gently, pulling my knees up above his hips, my pussy just above that huge head. Before letting it touch me, I began to slide myself up and down the shaft, spreading the moisture and finally getting a feel for the size. Every time I thought I knew how big he was, something happened to make me know I was underestimating him. I allowed myself the luxury to glide back and forth along the length of it. My labia had separated as far as it would, and the lips were clasping his cock as I slid up and down the length in a warm, wet embrace. 




Adventures Of A Bride Ch. 05



Each time I reached the top of his shaft, I could feel my clit rubbing the underside of the monster head, adding to the sensation I already felt and hopefully increasing the much-needed lubrication. He held himself perfectly still during all of this, but his mouth gave him away with the continuous flow of small moans. Finally, I rose slightly, grasping him with my left hand and guiding the head to its target. Sensing that the moment had come, he pulled me forward and gave me a deep kiss, his hands moving to my nipples, applying a soft massage to each one. “It’s time,” he said quietly.

I said nothing, but started a slow, methodical motion, getting the feel of him inside my lips, pressing against my entry. Slowly, with all the nerve I could muster, I pressed forward a tiny fraction with each rocking motion. It was like a rock thrown in a pool, the ripple starting from the center of my vagina and going out in directions simultaneously filling me until- -it just stopped! I gasped as I realized he had filled me without so much as a small entry. It was like I had run up against a wall. He recognized the hesitation and said, “Just keep rocking back and forth slowly.” 

I felt almost paralyzed as I followed his instructions. With barely any downward pressure, I began a real slow rocking motion on his head. The shaft was a long ways back. I was wondering if this was going to be like a train going through a tunnel, where once the engine gets through the rest would follow with ease. Surely the entire shaft would not be this difficult. With the encouragement of his words and light kisses, I felt him inching very, very slowly into me. Besides the warmth of his mouth and the steady manipulation of my nipples, what I felt most right then was pain. The pressure on the lips of my vagina was overwhelming, concern starting to rise about them starting to tear.

As much as I was embarrassed about it, I started to whimper and moved back off him, releasing the pressure to some degree. He answered by giving me a real long gentle kiss, moving his hands from my breast to my hips and telling me not to worry, that I didn’t have to continue. Even thought I was tempted to take him up on it, once again I started my small motions, pressing the head against inside the wetness. I could feel him starting to work with me, applying a gentle but constant pressure towards me. Gradually, slower than slow, quarter inch by quarter inch, the immense width of his swollen head filled my swollen lips. I tried to relax my muscles to allow the entry.

Finally, through my groaning and crying, I felt his head enter me. My walls collapsed around it, grasping the shaft. I heard him gasp with the pleasure and his body jerked slightly with the entry. I couldn’t believe how tight it felt! No matter how much I had envisioned it, there was still no preparation for the real event. How was I going to continue taking him? The answer was not long to come. He began to very gently prod me on the ass with his hands, indicating it was time to proceed. Slowly, slowly, slowly I resumed my tiny pumping motions. I wasn’t too sure that I was even getting penetration, until I felt the burn as he filled me. Pressing me on all sides, my canal was totally packed, feeling like there was no possible room left for expansion. The pain and the heat were just unbearable and I was ashamed of the obvious discomfort that I was telegraphing to Keith. I can’t believe that I had been so presumptuous to think I could handle him. My admiration for Debbie grew ten fold in five minutes. 

Through it all was the soft encouragements from Keith. Slowly kneading my ass and running his hands up my back and around to my breast, he comforted me with small then deep kisses, encouraging me and making sure I knew I could quit. I looked down between us and realized I had taken no more than half of him. I had to stop for a while. He simply said “Keep up with the little strokes, don’t force it.” I moved forward again, doing my best to relax those inner muscles. 

The change was excruciatingly slow. Through the pain, I actually started feeling something good. It wasn’t overpowering or an explosion, but just some pleasure starting to intermingle with the burning sensation. I felt so stuffed that it was frightening, yet there was that new glimmer on the horizon. I backed off trying to penetrate any more, staying at the depth I was and slowly picking up tempo. It hurt, and then would feel good, then hurt again. I stayed there for a long time, maybe minutes, when I realized the hurt was gone and was replaced by deep, deep sensations throbbing out of me. At that time, I realized that I might not ever be able to take all of him but may be able to please us both at half-staff.

He continued to let me set the pace, his hands gently riding the motions of my ass as it rose and fell in small amounts. His kisses and the attention to my nipples were mixed in, always at the very perfect time. I realized that the man was a sexual god. How could any woman not get off on him? I changed tactics and started a larger pumping action, going back up to the top of him and back down, almost exposing his head out of me when I went to the top. The results were magnificent! I couldn’t believe the pleasure it was giving me now, the fullness of him deep inside me without the pain. 

His voice was giving me all the positive feedback I needed. He was feeling as much as I. Now that I had let my cunt expand, I felt wonderfully full and was totally connected with that staff, driving into it without reservation, feeling the power I had over him at the time. 

I clinched down rhythmically with my vaginal muscles, going down real slow then coming back up quickly. I realized both of us were sweating profusely when one of my drops fell into my constantly open mouth. It was then I realized how much of the noise being made in that room was I, not him. With all my gyrations, I was spouting a non-ending stream of verbal appreciation for him. 

Suddenly, I felt a pressure deep inside me that could only be him prodding against my cervix. I had read that it would tip up to accommodate entry during sex, but that was nothing I really knew about. All I knew was that he was deep in me and it was wonderful. I rode him now pretty much with abandon, taking fast, deep strokes as I accelerated the action. I wish I could talk to my college girlfriends now. I could tell them for a fact that size DOES make a difference and they haven’t had sex until they’ve had eight inches buried in them. 

I was totally out of it now. My strokes were full and fast, an orgasm steaming very quickly up the line. I drove myself down deeper and deeper when suddenly I felt the undeniable. His balls were slapping my ass. Looking down, I realized I had taken him fully into me and was driving hard on the base of it. I looked at him and he had a real amusing look on his face. “Told you that you’d be wonderful, didn’t I”? His eyes had a glazed look on them telling me I had taken him into a dream world. I had done it!!

It was all I could take. I slammed myself down harder and harder, grinding myself against him with each downward stroke. He thrust himself off the bed and threw his head back while uttering a deep groan. It heightened my excitement and I jammed down hard one last time, driving him impossible deep. I came on his shaft like I had never before. Wave after wave came across me as I shook all over. I could feel him pumping hard into me, no longer leaving the action up to me.

He cupped my breast painfully but with intense pleasure, and then exploded within me with more of a scream than a moan. He bucked forward so deep within the bowels of my vagina I could feel his semen spurting against my cervix. Not that I had ever quit coming before, but the pressure of his orgasm sent me shaking and screaming all over again. This was not sweet love. This was not intercourse. This was a hard, hard driving fuck between two people and it was priceless!

Never stopping for rest, he rolled me over, carefully bringing us back to the same spot in the bed. Then, the fuck began in earnest. I remember him saying he had intentionally let Debbie drain him so that he could start fresh with us. I was mentally thanking her as he gained new strength and pounded me unmercifully. As his cock went from baring his head on the upward stroke to slamming my pelvis on the down, there was no part of my cavity not filled. My clit was grinding into him with a speed and pressure never felt before.

It was probably about then when I started telling him how much I loved him. It wasn’t so much a declaration of my heart as a total abandonment of my body and senses to him. Whatever it was, the words drove him deeper and faster. I couldn’t stop coming and kept up the sensuous chatter. He punished me with his force and moaned loudly constantly, my body driving up to meet his with every stroke. My legs couldn’t decide whether to stick out wide to accommodate him or to wrap around that driving ass, so I alternated, keeping them in perpetual motion. 

The explosion from within him was slow, ferociously hard, and frightfully noisy. He pushed himself up off me with his hands, his body still slamming into me and he came with what could not be described any way other way than a scream. I was right there with him, discharging again with my own noisy climax. It wouldn’t stop for either of us. It was far away the longest and most intense orgasm I had ever had or witnessed. Come was running down out of me and down my ass, spreading out on my inner thighs. I felt insatiably nasty. At the end, he crashed down hard on top of me, totally spent. His mouth found mine and never left it for minutes, long and hot, his tongue and mine becoming one. I realized, if I wanted him, he was mine as much as I was his as I writhed nonstop beneath him. Through this, I wanted more and would have screwed him all night if we had the time and he the energy.

Finally, after at least thirty minutes of after sex lovemaking, he got up. Fully naked, he departed the room. I went straight to the bathroom and couldn’t believe that I masturbated in the shower. Come was pouring out of me and I was just now letting Colin come back into my mind. But, what it was saying was “Colin, I love you and always will, but our lovemaking will never, never meet this.”

I got dressed and left our room, the door still wide open. Somewhere in the background I could hear Keith talking to both Colin and Debbie. Just as I walked by a small table in the hallway just outside our bedroom door, I looked down and saw something lying there. I picked it up and it was a lens cap that said CANON on it.

I froze in place, and then thought to put it back where I found it. 

“Oh, Colin. What have I done to us”?