David Ingram: The naughty bride

"Shit, I don't want to play bridge, and neither does anyone else. Let's go and see if your stupid wife has passed out yet. I want you in bed, John."

John let her pull him to his feet, his mouth open with shock. He knew they were leading up to this, and that it would eventually happen even if he didn't really want it. He followed her dumbly to the library door, noticing that one of the ladies was on the floor under a card table sucking her partner's cock, or was it her partner? At any rate, it strangely excited him.

Roxanne opened the door. "Oh look, John," she said softly.

"My God!" was all that John could say. He started to rush into the room, but Roxanne blocked his way.

"Let them be, John," she said.

"But that's my wife, and your son is fucking her… in the ass!"

"Yes, isn't it beautiful?" She had one arm around his waist, and one hand against his fly. He was hard. "Let's watch them fuck, it makes me feel so hot."

John stood stupidly watching, his mouth hanging open, while Roxanne pulled his cock from the front of his pants. "You watch Ronny fuck Eva and I'll suck your cock," she said, sinking to her knees in front of him. John felt her mouth surround his prick and started pushing in and out. Others had come from the bridge room and were watching the carnal display.

"Keep it up, Ronny, I don't think I'll ever stop coming!" John heard Eva cry and started spurting into Roxanne's mouth. She milked him and swallowed, and then milked him some more.

Roxanne looked up at John. "You naughty man, you made me swallow all that nasty stuff, now you won't be able to fuck me."

"Yes I will." John bellowed.

"When?"

"Right now, and right here on the floor where Eva can watch."

Roxanne started stripping. "Take your clothes off!" she snapped, "and fuck me right here in front of Eva!"

John looked at Eva. She was now flat on her stomach, Ronny on top of her, a long string of jizz coating her outstretched thigh. By the time he had his shirt off, Roxanne was naked on the floor in front of him.

A man stepped through the door, his heavy prick sticking from the front of his trousers. "You need some of this, Roxy," he said. He had wanted to fuck her for a long time.

"John first." Roxy said. "Then I'll have some of that, a lot of that."

John settled down between her open thighs. Her cuntlips were open to receive him and he went right in. He started fucking, but kept his eyes on his young wife. Ronny had gotten off and was sitting on the couch, still dressed, with his limp prick still exposed. A woman, Mrs. Norton, he thought her name was, went over and sat by Ronny. Her hand wrapped around his wet prick and she kissed the young boy on the mouth.

Then he saw the man with the big cock walk over to where Eva lay and take off his pants. His prick was very large. He rolled Eva over and lay down on top of her. He couldn't hear what they said, but her legs came up around his hips as he buried his cock inside her cunt. She groaned loudly like she was really enjoying it. She couldn't be enjoying it that much, John thought, his own cock lost inside the big, hairy cunt of Roxanne DeWinter. A fishbowl would be tighter, he decided. He knew he'd never make it again this way and got up.

"John, what…" she cried.

"Shit, Roxy, your mouth is tighter. You need a club to fill that thing, and a club I ain't got."

He walked over to where the man with the big cock was fucking his wife. Her eyes opened wide and she looked up at him. "It feels so good to be fucking again," she said.

He sat down and watched the man with the big cock fuck his wife. He was sure that she didn't even see him. He saw emotions mirrored on her face that he had never suspected, conflicting emotions. He saw the grimace of pain followed quickly by pleasure, probably derived from the pain. He saw greed and lust and animal desire, but he also saw love and compassion and goodness. Boy, this was some broad he had married.

He thought that he should be terribly angry, but his lawyer's mind reminded him that it was probably his own fault. Her words came back, 'It feels so good to be fucking again', and he knew it was his own fault. He had neglected her.

He concentrated on Eva, who was now in the throes of another orgasm. "Oh, Jesus Christ!" she moaned, "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! I love men, I love cock, I love to be fucked!"

John winced and looked around the room. Mrs. Norton was on her stomach on the couch, her face buried in Ronny's lap. He suspected from the look on the boy's face that he was about to come in her mouth. Roxy was still lying on the floor, only now she had another man on top of her. The man was in to the core and fucking like a stallion.

While John watched the action, the man with the big cock ejaculated into Eva and got to his feet. He stood with his cock dripping. Eva sat up, watched the big prick in front of her leak its cum onto the carpet, and then got to her feet. She picked up her skirt.

"We have to go now, John," she said, "and pick up the boys at your mother's. It's their feeding time."

She stuffed John's flaccid cock into his pants and zipped him up. They left the house and walked to the car.

"Nothing like tonight has happened before." John explained after they had gotten into the car, wondering why he was explaining his actions instead of demanding an explanation of hers. "I haven't had relations with Roxanne since our honeymoon. We've done nothing but play bridge the few times we've been together."

"Are you telling me the truth?"

"Of course." John said.

"I won't have you out cheating on me."

"What?" John cried. He felt like exploding. "What in the hell about you? Roxy's kid, that other guy?"

"That's your fault. You totally ignored me before the boys were born. And you totally ignored me after they were born, even tonight when I had planned on a big evening with just you and me. I'll lay it on the line, John, if you won't fuck me, someone else will."

Eva pulled up her sweater, revealing her fat, smooth tits. She pulled his face down to a protruding nipple. "You're just like one of my babies," she said. "Suck it, John."

John sucked and his mouth filled with sweet milk. While he sucked, Eva opened his trousers and took out his prick. She soon had it hard in her hand. "Suck me while I play with your cock," she said.

She had him rigid, the thrills racing through her body, her hand steadily masturbating him. She stopped when he was about to come, letting him cool down before resuming. Once she went too long and had to squeeze it off by pinching down hard at the base of his shaft. When she let up, jizz dribbled from the end of his prick.

"You'd better stop now and drive, John. Your boys are probably getting hungry," she said.

John reluctantly slid under the wheel and started the car. When they were out in the street moving, she slid down in the seat and ducked her head under the wheel, her tongue licking the cum from his cock.

"Are you going to be a better husband and keep Mamma satisfied at home?" she asked before she closed her mouth over his cock.

"I'll do my best," he moaned.

Eva sucked hungrily on her husband's throbbing prick. She thought of Ronny's cock, so sweet and clean, so perfect for sucking, and suspected that his best probably wouldn't quite make it. It would be close, but not quite.

John pulled into the circular driveway and stopped the car just as his load splattered into Eva's mouth. She swallowed his nectar and sucked for another gob, hoping his best would somehow be good enough.