Robert Vickers - Tied up wife

"What's wrong with a little taste of the honeymoon beforehand? I mean, we've been doing that sampling for months now."

He wasn't going to argue with her. His cock was straining too hard. This was exactly what he had in mind when he'd come to her room. But to find her so eager!

It made him even hotter to fuck her.

A slender-fingered hand gripped his cock with a fierce tenderness, then guided him directly into the berth he so passionately desired. They gasped in unison as his prick shot up into her clinging cunt.

She closed her eyes and rocked back, secure in the strong circle of his arms. The man's prick was dancing around in her cunt, making her even more aware of how large he was. The way he spread her pussy-lips apart when he penetrated her was one thing – lots of men felt that big when they began fucking her.

But his prick was huge inside her, and that's where it mattered. To have him fucking her, that large cock moving relentlessly, was sheer heaven to her. She could have stood there and let him bounce up and down inside her all day long.

"Go on," she urged, "fuck me good. I want to feel that strong prick of yours against my pussy walls."

"Don't worry. I'll get down to it in a second. But now, Christ! You're so hot. I just can't get over the way your cunt walls seem to grip me. It… it's like fingers all up and down my pecker!"

She tensed her belly muscles to give him a taste of what it would be like. Rippling from the top to the bottom of her cunt, she was able to send a strong constricting pulse down his cock. It was as if he was being gripped by fingers instead of her twat.

At the very end of this erotic squeeze, she let her pussy lips flutter a bit. This stimulated him even more than the powerful contractions of her cunt.

"Do it to me!" he begged. "Go on and use that sweet, tight little cunt on my prick!"

She gripped his strong upper arms and leaned backwards even farther. This drove his prick deeper into her cunt. She could feel his cock begin to pulse wildly. The knobby head of his glans was swelling even as the cock moved sluggishly in the well-greased sheath of her pussy.

Things were beginning to work for them. Their bodies were starting to respond in all the right ways.

Her pussy flared with bright desire. The motion of his huge prick against her pussy walls made her glow inside. The warmth was rapidly turning into a full-fledged fire threatening to consume her entire body.

She let it.

The flow of heat into her belly made her weak in the knees. She had to grip the man's arms even harder to keep from collapsing. Still, lowering her body a bit more drove the impaling spike of virile cock even farther up into her cunt.

"That's so nice," she cooed. "But it's not fucking me fast enough. I love the way your prick jumps around inside me. But you've got to fuck me good! I'll go mad if you don't!"

He didn't answer her with words.

He let his body show her what he was going to do. Bending at the knees a little, he pulled his prick from between her juicy cunt lips. Her cunt lips were drooling with thick juices. Then, with just the glans poking between them, he shot up into her needy cunt with the force of a rocket being launched.

She was literally lifted off the floor for a split second. Her cunt was filled to overflowing with cock. Fuck fluids dribbled out around the plug of manmeat to ooze over the man's balls.

"That tickles," he told her. "And you're burning me up. That cunt is too damned hot and small for my cock!"

"It's just that you're so large in me!"

He began to rhythmically fuck her. Each stroke sent his fucking cock a bit deeper into her seething cunt. Spinning from side to side worked his cock into her.

She wrapped her slender legs around his body and dung to him for dear life. The man's cock seemed to sink deeper and deeper into her. Then they were both startled by a loud knock on the door.

She felt Matt's prick melt inside her as the words came, "Hurry up, dear. The ceremony's about to begin. If we can find Matt, that is."

It was her mother. Struggling to get the words out so they didn't sound sex-slurred, she said, "Be right there."

"Well, hurry!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" she cried.

But she wasn't coming from the man's prick. It was already limp from the shock of the near-discovery.

"Better give me back my panties," she whispered to Matt. "The wedding is about to begin."

"I'm not giving them back to you. Not till later."

"What?"

"You heard me. Your panties will stay in my pocket all, through the ceremony. And during the reception, too. If you don't want anyone to find out, you'll do everything I say."

The words thrilled her strangely. More than anything Matt had done to her, this excited her.

The ceremony went smoothly, but Diane grew increasingly uneasy as Matt's hand sneaked under the thick folds of her dress and began stroking bare flesh. As the minister was reading the last of the ceremony, his fingers found her pussy lips. A single finger rocketed all the way up into her cunt. She began wondering if he'd injured her, if it were blood oozing from her snatch.

It wasn't. It was her own cunt juices. The finger in her cunt was turning her on, while the minister was still in the process of marrying them!

She almost blew her lines because of that wiggling finger. But they were finally married. From that point on, it was all ritual with nothing new or different to do.

Or so she thought.

Diane floated through fifteen minutes of the reception, thanking people, politely listening to relatives boring her with little pieces of wisdom accumulated from thirty or more years of unhappy marriage. Then she found Matt sitting near the table with the punch bowl.

"Come sit on my lap," he urged.

She started to say that she had other obligations, to relatives, to friends, then she saw him begin to remove the panties from his pocket. She didn't want her parents to see this, so she hurried over and deposited herself on his lap as he'd asked.

"I knew you'd see my way, with a little urging," he told her.

"Blackmail is closer to the truth."

"I feel very uptight over not finishing what we'd started earlier."

"I can tell. I'm sitting on yolk lap, remember?" The man's cock was poking up through the thick folds of her dress to nudge against her bottom.

"I want to continue where we left off."

"Fine. In an hour or so…"

"Now." And his hands began working on her dress in ways she didn't want to think about. After all, she didn't have any panties on.

"What do you think you're doing!" she hotly whispered in his ear.

"I know what I'm doing. Just sit still."

But she couldn't. Not with his erect prick pressing into her cunt lips. He reached around her waist and caught hold of her. In this way he was able to lift her just enough to fully insert his cock.

She bit her lower lip to keep from crying out. This was an outrage! He was her husband. They'd just gone through the ceremony, but even a husband couldn't fuck his wife in plain view of all their friends and relatives.

It wasn't right. But he was doing it, any way.

He began bouncing her up and down. His cock was wiggling and dancing around in her snatch so much that she began to grow wet. She wasn't able to speak for fear of giving away what was happening.

To all outward appearances, nothing was amiss. A loving husband was sitting with his new bride and they were cuddled close. Nothing more. The fact that he was fucking her couldn't be seen due to the acres of white satin dress surrounding their crotches.

"Don't do this!" she squealed.

"Why not? I wanted to finish what we'd started earlier. This is the best I can do."

"But in public!"

"Why not? Don't you like it. The hell with it. I'm going to get my rocks off fucking you, my lovely new wife, and if you don't like it, fuck you!"