Chapter 15
"You don't need our approval, Sandra," Anita told her when the last guests had departed and she was alone with her host and hostess, "but you have it. I've known for a long time, perhaps longer than you did, that you were in love with Steven."
"That's right, dear," Bruce told her, "we've discussed it often."
"How come you didn't say anything?" Sandra asked.
"Because it was none of our business. Technically," he went on, "you came to us as our ward, but we never saw it that way, we considered you a beautiful and exciting friend. We both love you and want you to live your own life in your own way. I hope we'll go on being friends after your marriage and, with Steven's approval, we can still play our games from time to time, with him included, of course."
"Such a long speech, darling," his wife teased, "but of course you were talking for the two of us."
When she suggested a drink, he agreed. As usual they had drunk little during the orgy, preferring to remain sober to enhance their enjoyment of the party.
When they finished their drinks, they went to bed, tired but beautifully content. As usual, the three got into the extra wide bed, with Bruce in the middle, but that evening they'd had their fill of sex and there was nothing more than a few kisses and pats. Sleep visited all of them quickly and claimed them soundly.
The following day, Sandra and Steven met to make their wedding plans. Sandra offered to live common-law if he preferred but he wouldn't hear of it.
"No, Sandra, you're going to be my wife, if you want to be and will be provided for during and after my life. I have no children to provide for, my entire estate will be left to you, my wife."
"Don't talk about estates, darling," she told him. "I remember once I planned to marry a rich man just for his money, but you've changed me. I suppose I am marrying a rich man, but for love. You may will your estate to your favorite charity if you wish. I'd rather you just stay alive."
He read the sincerity in her voice and responded by kissing her on the mouth, not the searing kiss of lust, but a warm, light kiss of love.
Their original plan had been for a simple ceremony at city hall, but by accident, they stumbled on a plan that was anything but simple.
They were sitting in the living room of Steven's house. He was naked, she wore bra and panties as well as garter belt and nylons, knowing that dressed that way, she was more likely to stimulate the man to another erection.
Over drinks, they chatted about how they had shocked the guests by deciding to marry while locked in intercourse on the floor during the orgy.
"Maybe we should get married that way to really give them a jolt," Sandra commented, laughing at her joke.
Steven joined her in laughing, but he stopped suddenly, a serious expression on his face.
"What is it, dear?" she asked.
"All right, so you were kidding about getting married at an orgy. Now think about it again, this time without laughing."
Sandra didn't laugh, but her face lit up with a wide grin.
"Darling, you're brilliant," she said, throwing her arms around him. "Well do it, of course. What a wedding that is going to be. Do you think you can find someone to perform the ceremony that way?"
"One thing I've learned in life, my dear, is that you can find anything, if you have enough money. I have more than enough for two men for ten lifetimes. I'll find the man without even working up a sweat."
"Darling," Sandra suggested, trying to hide an excited little giggle, "at formal weddings there is usually a photographer. After all, a bride likes to have her wedding pictures to show off."
"Well have a photographer," he assured her. "On second thought, well have two, one for stills and the other for color movies with sound."
"Darling, that would cost a fortune," Sandra protested.
"Stop worrying about money, darling," he scolded gently. "Actually, the cost will be peanuts, a few thousand."
"Oh, darling," she squealed, "I'm so excited."
"You're excited? Take a look at what's happening to old Ronnie baby down there."
"Ooh, I think he could use a hand," she told him, "or better still, a mouth. I'll stiffen him up in my mouth, dear, then when he's hard, I'll suck you off."
"Mmmm, wonderful. I love the way you suck my prick."
"I'll tell you what," she said, excitement rising to a fever pitch, "I'll kneel astride you to blow you and you can spank my bum with a paddle. Would you like that?"
"Like it? Hell, I'd just adore it. I'll go get a light one. Shall we do it in bed?"
"Yes, let's. That way, you'll also be able to watch in the mirror while you spank me and get your cock sucked at the same time."
They got up and went toward the bedroom where Steven kept part of his collection of erotic literature and implements of punishment. The remainder, the major portion of his collection, were in the big basement room in which orgies were staged.
Sandra stripped off her bra and allowed Steven to take her panties off, her vulva and buttocks getting a nice fondling in the process, his penis stiffening even more.
Without any further foreplay, Steven, paddle in hand, lay on his back on the bed. Sandra lost no time in kneeling astride him, her lush buttocks arched just far enough from his face so that he could swing the paddle at them.
He felt her tongue lick the head of her erect penis, his body jerked and he slapped a buttock with the paddle. Sandra swayed her naked behind, bent farther and as her mouth closed around the head of his stiff penis, he swung the paddle again and smacked her other buttock. The impact of the smack seemed to push her ahead so that her head went down and more than half the length of his penis shot into her mouth. By way of reward, he swung the paddle and gave her another resounding smack on the behind.
Warming to the task before her, while Steven warmed the cheeks behind her, Sandra's head bobbed up and down as her mouth played the vaginal role, sliding up and down on the pole of his erection while he slapped with the paddle and watched the white cheeks flowering into warm exciting pink.
Since they had made love earlier, Sandra knew he would require a long session of mouthing of his penis before she could trigger ejaculation and was delighted. She had come to love the feel of stiff cock pushing in and out of her mouth and hoped it would stay that way for a long time before he shot his load into her mouth and throat.
But this time, the thrill of the velvet head, big and warm in her mouth, was made greater by far by the slap of the light, stinging paddle the man kept slapping against her tingling nether cheeks, making them feel so alive and exciting to the lovely masochist who wanted the sucking and spanking to go on forever.
But nothing lasts forever and, too soon, she felt the signs that told her he was approaching ejaculation. She sucked more slowly then, savoring the feel of that big head in her mouth, then the smacks of the paddle came more frequently, there was a final hard smack, then she heard the paddle hit the floor and felt the rich fluid shooting up into her mouth.
Thrilling to the tingle in her buttocks, Sandra sucked greedily and the throbbing penis rewarded her with a generous drink.