Peter Jensen - The Captive Bride

"Please, give me something more to drink," Becky muttered in a nervous way and turned back to the mirror.

"Would you like gin and tonic?" Schneider asked, reaching to the bed table.

"No, just more Pernod, please."

Fritz hesitated in getting her more of the passion-stimulating liquor. He let his eyes roam over her curvaceous body for a moment after she had turned away. The robe fell casually apart, half-exposing her naked body from her full fleshed breasts down over her belly almost to her blonde-fringed pussy where she crossed her legs. His hands fumbled a bit with the glasses as he studied the soft blonde hair that ran in a feather-line from tanned abdomen to her sparse-curled cunt.

Becky turned away from the mirror. "When will Christina come back?" she asked uncomfortably.

"Any second," Schneider said.

"What do you think she's doing?"

"Probably trying to fix something to eat. I'm afraid she's not very used to cooking."

"Oh," Becky said, wishing she could get out of her robe and into her clothes again. "What is Jack doing?" she asked, not wanting to look.

"Smoking a cigarette," Schneider gloated.

Once again, the young wife felt infuriated as the image raced through her mind of Jack lounging guiltlessly on another woman's bed after he had been unfaithful to her.

"What time…" she began, but her words choked off as she heard footsteps padding softly down the hall.

Fritz stiffened on the mattress. "That is Christina."

They listened as the steps continued lightly down the hall. Then there was the sound of a door opening and closing.

"Well?" Schneider said, as though he were going to let the young girl go.

"Just a minute," Becky said and stood up slowly. "I want one last look so I won't forget this moment."

She turned away from the dark-haired man to look in the mirror. Once again she was surprised to see her bridegroom and the voluptuous brunette together in the next room. She had hoped it would have gone away, that there would be no mirror and it would all prove to be a nightmare!

Becky watched as the seductive Italian girl moved to the bed and set down a tray with a bottle and two glasses. Now Christina dropped down beside Jack, and they propped their pillows against the headboard and sipped at their glasses like a married couple! One of Christina's hands lay on Jack's flat muscular stomach, absentmindedly rubbing her fingers in tiny circles.

"No, no, no," Becky half-groaned. "Oh, no!"

On the other side of the mirror, Jack's deflated cock was beginning to come to life again under Christina's skillful stroking. Her hand trailed down to his coarse black pubic hair, moving lazily through the stiff tendrils that cushioned his exhausted penis. Her teasing fingers slid down the crevice where his thigh joined his loins and softly cupped his flaccid balls. Jack's legs tensed slightly and moved apart. The naked young woman's hand settled gently on his splayed-out thigh while she stroked the sac with feather-like fingers in a tender movement, kneading his testicles as though she had all the time in the world. Jack's buttocks hollowed and uplifted, slightly forcing his susceptible testicles up against her lightly stroking fingers.

"They're going to do something again," Becky whimpered.

As though she were mesmerized, the young wife moved away from Schneider and crossed the dimly lit room like a sleepwalker until she stood mere inches from the mirror with her legs pressed against the bed table. She leaned over the table toward the mirror until the wooden edge sent a sharply fluttering stab through her pussy, making her hardly notice that Schneider had come up behind her and laid his hands on her shoulders.

"No, no, no," she murmured unintelligibly.

Jack's depleted cock expanded against his stomach, filling with blood and lustfully lengthening right before Becky's unbelieving eyes. Then his virile male form stiffened, his lips curling backwards from his teeth as though he had whimpered or groaned. His eyes had an excitedly glinting expression and one of his hands circled over his heaving stomach, trailing up to the hair on his chest.

Oh God, I'm enjoying this! Becky realized when she tried to pull herself away from the mirror, but found that her body wouldn't move.

Schneider sensed the passionate change in the blonde wife's mood and let his hands roam slowly down Becky's arms until his fingers rested against her full breasts. He pressed his chest softly against her thinly covered back, being careful not to frighten her by any abrupt action. The obscene sight was exciting him, too. A soft groan escaped from his tightly clenched lips as Becky unknowingly moved her young buttocks back against his throbbing penis.

Jack's rock-hard cock now stood out like a tree trunk from his panting belly, a tiny bit of lubricating fluid glistening on the desire-swollen head. One of Jack's hands reached for his stiffened cock and drew the heavy foreskin back, sliding the skin down his taut male organ and exposing the thick rubbery head. Then Christina removed the hand and placed her own in a gently massaging hold around his burgeoning cock-shaft. With a gasp, Becky watched as the woman's fingers gloved around Jack's rising cock, making a clasping sheath of her curling hand. The brunette gripped his masculine rigidity with a gentle hold and pulled on the foreskin in a lightly teasing gesture. Then suddenly, he lifted himself up and pulled Christina's robe from her shoulders, tossing the nakedly alluring brunette over onto her back.

He's going to fuck her now! thought Becky.

Although she knew it should have upset and angered her, the exciting realization thrilled through her stomach in an endless series of lewd quiverings. She fought the nerve-shattering pulsings beating uncontrollably now through her moistening vagina. It wasn't right. It was just as wicked as what Jack was doing! Tongue-like flames of desire licked over her young body, coursing over her dampening thighs and streaming wildly through her excited pussy.

Without realizing it, she parted her own lust-slickened thighs as Jack mounted himself over the Italian woman's splayed-out body. The blunt tip-end of his long thick cock was poised just at the entrance to Christina's pinkly shining cunt, and the shapely brunette spread her knees apart on the bed, balancing her whole well-endowed body in a pose of lewd, submissive anticipation; her softly trembling vaginal lips were exposed and lifted up to him like a licentious offering.

Becky felt a silky wetness lubricating her throbbing cunt and a soft mewl escaped from her gaping mouth as she felt Schneider's hands move slowly and gradually up to cup her aching breasts. She tried to resist the ever increasing pleasure, but the attempt to shift her ripely quivering mounds out from under his hands merely increased the passion-inciting pressure against them. His palms seemed to burn right through her robe, searing against her rising nipples.

Schneider's wife moved her hands down her body and used her fingers to pull her moist pink vaginal lips farther apart, as Becky's head reeled in stunned disbelief. The last bit of resistance snapped in her head and her pulsating cunt pressed against the bed table, swaying back again in an obscene rotating movement. It was as though she was not sure if she could end this anguish better by grinding forward against the bureau or backward over Schneider's erected penis that was wedged now between her trembling ass-cheeks.

Jack's penis was stretching the brunette's clasping cuntal hole, then disappearing between the hair-lined lips in one long smooth stroke that seemed to reach into the deepest recesses of Christina's vagina. Her arms lifted in the air and wrapped themselves tight around his neck, her buttocks salaciously uplifting and grinding as she strained to get his penis deeper up into her proffered pussy. Jack levered himself up on his elbows and drew his long impaling shaft slowly out of her impaled cunt until all but the inflated head was exposed to view. Becky's eyes widened at the sight of the pink cuntal flesh that clung to his hardened penis like a straining rubber band. Then he thrust hard up into her widespread cunt, beginning a rapid buffeting motion that joggled their lewdly entwined bodies crazily on the bouncing mattress.