Brad Boyer: Bondage wives

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Dave waited at the doorway of the hotel room for a moment while the bell-hop placed the bags on the floor at the foot of the bed and drew back the drapes, exposing the lovely view of the Florida beach and the sparkling blue of the Gulf of Mexico beyond. The bell-hop returned to the waiting couple, smiling, his hand not quite outstretched.

"Here you go." Dave shoved a dollar at the kid.

"Thank you, sir." The smile showed that the amount was not exceptional, but acceptable anyway. The boy walked down the long hallway, back toward the lobby.

Dave turned to Marilyn laid one hand low on her back and looked into her blue eyes. "Here we go!" He swept the girl into his arms and carried her across the threshold.

"Ohhhh!" Marilyn gave a small gasp as her new husband's arms held her easily. She knew Dave was strong, knew what his body could do, but was still surprised at how forceful he could be.

Dave lowered her and she turned to look around the room. "Oh, this is nice! So pretty. And right on the ocean, with the beach right…" His arm pulled her in, stopping her words with a kiss.

"I love you," Dave held her with both hands in the small of her back, his body tightly placed to her, pressing in firmly.

"Dave, oh, Dave. I love you so much." Her mouth parted at the movement of his probing tongue and she accepted the mounting passion of his kiss, responding to the desire she sensed in the man, melting to him easily, naturally, her tongue pressing to his as he explored her mouth. "Mmmmmm, yes," she murmured, "yes."

Dave's hips leaned out, shoving his crotch to her. One hand glided, over her butt and he let her feel the rising hardness of his cock. "I want you." One hand slid over her left tit.

"Yes, yes. Oh, Dave." Marilyn pushed against her husband, moving her hand on his back, her hips pivoting very slowly against his body. For six months she had been his, been his lover, taken his love, and the thrill kept growing each time they were together.

And now they were married; it was all legal, proper. They could do anything. Anything!

Dave's hands were all over her, everywhere, touching where they had touched many times before, but with a new depth of feeling now that they were man and wife.

Three hours from the wedding ceremony and now only minutes from the consummation, from her opportunity to give herself totally to the man she loved.

"Dave. Dave! Take me. I'm yours. All of me, every part." Marilyn crushed herself to the man, trying to touch as much of him as she could.

"Oh, Marilyn. You'r so beautiful. Beautiful." He caressed his wife's long blonde hair. His lips parted and he began another kiss on her bright red lips. He knew her body well. He had married her for the splendid sex she gave him. For the way she satisfied his physical desires.

Dave's hands found both big breasts and fondled them heavily. The blouse and bra felt stiff, clumsy under his fingers and he began to tug at her clothing, wanting the naked flesh to touch him, to complete his arousal.

"Why don't you pull the drapes?" Marilyn whispered. "Give us some privacy." She began to undo her blouse.

The room opened onto the beach, just a small concrete patio and two steps separating them from the sand. Dave pulled the drapes closed, a dusky pale light filling the room after the bright sunshine.

Marilyn took off her blouse and bra. Usually she didn't need a bra, her breasts stood up high and firm on their own. But she wanted to be very proper for her wedding. A tan slope of skin spread down nearly to her nipples, picking up again across her stomach, accenting her slim waist. She slipped out of her shoes and tugged down the zipper at the side of her skirt. The skirt fell away easily. Her long legs were sheathed in panty hose, the same shade as her tan.

Dave laid his jacket over the back of a chair and loosened his tie. He sat on the chair to take off his shoes, then stood and removed tie and shirt quickly, eyes all the time on the young woman as she undressed. Marilyn was twenty, the figure full, hips rounded, legs sleekly tapering. His desire rose as her round butt came into view, peaking when she stepped free of the panty hose and turned, fully naked, to face him, her smile soft, quiet, full of love.

Many times Dave had seen the naked body. It always sent the wild excitement streaming from his crotch. His balls tingled as he crossed the room and took the nude form in his anus, drawing the large, bared breasts to his chest, leaning in, kissing the blonde with deep passion, his hands on her butt, holding her close.

Marilyn dissolved in desire. Her hands caressed the broad back, her body shuddered with the feeling of the man's passion, his arms like steel bands looping her, holding her close to his naked torso. Throbs of lust pulsed from her snatch. She clung to him, quivering, wonderfully happy.

"Let's go to bed." Dave broke the embrace and undid his belt. His pants fell to the floor and he stepped past Marilyn in just his shorts, the front all stretched out from his hard prick.

Marilyn pulled the covers away and lay out on the cool yellow sheet, arms raised, smiling, her legs apart to invite the man to enter her, to take her body, to possess her completely to fuck her.

Dave gazed down at the woman – his wife – as he slid his shorts from his hips. His trapped dick sprang up, tall and stiff. Naked, he leaned forward, put one knee to the bed and crawled to the waiting girl. His hand caressed one boob as he lay down.

Marilyn smiled as her husband moved to her, touched her bare body. His mouth found her lips and she took his advancing tongue swiftly as he lay on top of her, his big, hard cock digging slowly for her pussy.

"Dave. I love you. Take me. I want you to. I love you. Dave, Dave. OH!" He entered her cunt suddenly, his whole prick penetrating with one brisk jab. Her desire soared and she clung to him, arching against his regular thrusts, taking his screwing easily, accustomed to his moves, his tempo, his wishes.

"Ohhhhhhh. I love you, Dave." Lust poured in warm cascades as the man's dick did its wonderful work. His hands were on her breasts, his mouth kissing desperately, ravishing her, her entire being responding now, responding to her husband as he made love to her. Magnificent love.

"Dave. Dave, Dave. Oh. Oh, God. So good. Oh. Don't stop. Not ever. I love you. Oh. Forever." She moaned, gasping as her twat heated. Her clit began to throb as the man's crotch hit against it, their bodies tightly touching from mouth to thighs, engaged in sensuous pleasures.

Marilyn lifted her knees, giving the man more of her pussy. She wanted him to have every bit, all of her, nothing held, back. Not now. They were mated.

Her family had opposed it, but Dave was so strong, so dynamic, so masterful, that he had overwhelmed her and she had said "yes", first to sex and now to marriage.

As she felt his body above her, his dick all inside her, the force of his body plunging into her, Marilyn knew she had been right. Dave was the perfect man for her.

She raked his back softly with her fingers, feeling his muscles clench as his fucking took on more force.

"Ohhhhh, Dave." Marilyn's voice turned husky as her need for the man deepened, her lust turned to insistent pounding in her twat. "Dave. I love you." Her body quivered under his heaving dick, under his driving muscles. The long tool gouged into her body again and again. Marilyn mounted on a flight of wild desire until orgasm took her. Quivering, she came under the man, under her husband, her body filled with sexual beauty, her legs tight to his sides, her cunt flaming as his rigid prick filled it over and over. An arrow of pure desire sped from her cunt and she sank into a shuddering, thrilling moment, coming with full, intense enjoyment, her pleasures overwhelming her. She felt his body tense, sensed the new urgency in his drives and knew he was coming, knew her husband was at the pinnacle of his desires, knew that she had given him the ultimate pleasure.