Chapter 4
Wendy winced as she opened her eyes. The light was glaring, and it took a moment before her vision cleared. She had a splitting headache. "Ohhhh," she groaned, pushing up on one arm to look around.
"Here," Jim said simply, pushing an almost-empty bottle of whiskey into her hands.
She took a deep swig, and then another, before handing the bottle back and lying back to let the fiery liquid settle in her belly. Gradually, her unpleasant feeling subsided.
"What time is it?"
"Eight," he muttered. His attention was focused on a piece of paper that he held in his hands.
She groaned and sat up. "We've got a meeting at nine."
"Fuck the meeting."
She stared at him and grinned. "My sentiments exactly. But wouldn't that be wicked, playing hooky?"
He laughed. "It would be less wicked than some of the things we've done this weekend."
She flushed, the events of the night before returning in a haze of memory. "Don't remind me!"
"Do you remember this?" he asked, thrusting the document he had been scanning into her hands.
"Why, it's a... " she frowned, ". . .marriage license. Is this a joke?"
"You don't remember?"
"Not this. I remember the...orgy. Then, driving down the strip...."
"Nothing more?" She shook her head.
He grinned. "Well, it looks like we got married."
She buried her face in her palms. "Oh, my God!"
"Do you remember saying that you wouldn't fuck me unless you were married to me?"
"I...I remember something like that."
"Do you still feel that way?"
Her heart thudded as she stared at the document.
He chuckled and took her hands. "You can't say no to me now," he said, lifting them one at a time to his lips and pressing hot kisses into her palms.
"You married me just so that you could fuck me?" she asked, her blue eyes widening and her cheeks flushing as tremors moved through her. "Why that's b-b-bigamy."
"You can't refuse me now," he muttered again.
"My God," Wendy murmured. She rose to face him. The fire flared in her eyes as she slowly slid her hands up along his arms to his shoulders with the possessiveness of a wife touching a husband. She thrilled to the feeling.
Locking her fingers around his neck, she rose on her tiptoes and pressed her plump breasts against his chest. A wavering sigh fluttered from her lips when she felt his hardened groin fit into the softness between her hips.
"Oh, Wendy," Jim breathed with his eyes closed, relishing the feel of her lush body nesting with his. A jolt of desire rushed through him. "My bride... "
"My husband," she whispered as she kissed him.
Although they both had breath that was rank from the night before, neither seemed to notice. Jim's hands spanned her waist lightly. He deepened the kiss, plunging his tongue into her mouth to explore the heated cavern beyond her teeth.
Wendy moaned and sucked on his tongue, feeling his hands stroke smoothly over her hips. His aroused body became more demanding, his hard-on pressing into her lower belly.
They took their time, savoring the feelings as their bodies rocked and rubbed against each other.
Jim's body burned for her. It seemed like he had longed for her forever. He had often dreamed of her, fantasizing about her when he made love to his own wife. And now he was on the threshold of fulfilling that fantasy.
He forced himself to be patient, devouring her mouth while he imagined doing the same thing to every part of her body. He couldn't seem to get enough of the taste of her. Her breath was an erotic perfume, her juices a mixture of exotic tastes.
This was debauchery, pure and simple. Marrying a woman just to get her pussy. He would have to pay for this later, but right now he just wanted to enjoy. And she was right with him, giving herself fully and completely. No reservations. Legal or not, in her mind-as in his-they were husband and wife.
Responding to his kisses, Wendy's hands moved over his chest and shoulders, groping frantically. The desire surged within her.
Jim's hands searched her curves and her hollows through her clothing. The cloth barrier that separated his touch from her naked flesh became increasingly frustrating as his need rose. Tearing his lips from hers, he lifted his head and sucked in a huge gulp of air. He began to fumble with the buttons of her dress. When the dress fell away, he caught his breath as he caught sight of the black lace bra and matching panties she wore. The black silk stockings that encased the length of her shapely legs allowed a tantalizing view of pale skin at the top of each thigh.
Watching Jim from beneath half-lowered lashes, she reached behind herself to free the catch that held her bra. Her breasts settled when the flimsy garment loosened, then tumbled free as she shrugged out it and dropped it atop her dress on the floor.
"God, Wendy," he choked, seeing the throbbing of the pulse in the hollow of her throat. He leaned forward and touched his tongue to the spot. His hands found her tits and weighed them. Their satiny smoothness sent a stab of energy directly to his groin.
"I like that," Wendy whispered, arching into his hands with her eyes closed. Her nipples were tight beads pressing into his palms. He plucked at them with his fingertips and made soft sounds burble from her throat.
Impatient for a taste of her flesh, Jim leaned down and sucked the tip of one breast into his mouth. He sucked hard on it, drawing a gasp from her lips. His tongue nourished the morsel into a smooth, shiny cap with a stiffened spike in its middle. His hand slipped down behind her and under the edge of her panties to caress her buttocks.
Dropping to his knees, he slid her panties down her legs. He held onto her swaying hips as she kicked the scanty garment aside. Licking his lips, he stared at her pussy as he stroked his palms up her nylon-clad legs. He left her stockings on. They were no barrier for what he wanted to do, and they served as an attractive accent to her nakedness.
Gripping her hips with his hands, he blew a soft kiss over the gentle swell of her lower belly. His tongue made her skin wet, and the tip tangled in the silky curls of hair that edged the top of her love nest. The heat streaming from the juncture of her thighs warmed his chin.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders and she sighed softly when he wedged her thighs apart with his hand so that he could kiss her more intimately.
His fingertips slid along the slick folds of her sex, and her pussy lips quivered with desire. His mouth brushed them lightly, then the tip of his tongue traced the damp seam. Her taste was warm and sweet and sent a thrill through him that made his cock strain against the folds of his pants.
Eager to press his naked body fully against hers, Jim stood and began tearing off his clothing. She helped with trembling fingers. Gay, hysterical excitement bubbled from her lips as her fingers locked into the dense dark hair that covered his muscular chest. She couldn't wait for him to get the rest of his clothes off. Jim balanced on one leg, and then the other, as he stepped out of his trousers and his shorts, then bent over to skin off his socks.
When he was naked, Wendy eagerly accepted him back into her arms, molding their bodies together as one.
Covering her mouth with his, he reached down and cupped her ass cheeks. She twined her arms around his neck and lifted her legs, stretching them around his hips. The notch of her crotch locked around the stiff stalk of his penis.
"Oh, baby," he breathed as she wobbled from side to side, brushing her big, tight-tipped tips repeatedly across his chest. A slight up-and-down motion caused her swollen cunt lips to lightly stroke his erection. "Oh, baby, oh, baby."
She was as much woman as he had ever wanted, and his desire for her flared as their mouths fused and their tongues sparred. It was his wildest dream come true-his sexy office partner going all out, loving him with nothing held back.
With her ankles locked behind him and her body clinging to his, he carried her to the bed and seated himself on the edge. She unfolded her legs and pushed him down onto his back.
Leaning over him, she kissed his chest and trailed her tongue tip over the ridged muscles that covered his belly. She licked with a cat-like tongue, cleaning away the salty sweat that covered his abdomen and reaming the puckered indentation of his navel. Her tongue made his hair wet and shiny with saliva where it thickened, low on his belly.
Her hands slipped down to touch his cock. Jim tensed. She circled the pulsing organ with her fingers and gently slipped them up and down, marveling at his length and thickness. The tantalizing strokes continued, her grip expanding until her whole hand was wrapped around his cock, inflaming his senses with each up-and-down motion of her fist.
"You're a Jezebel," he said.
"You're a lecher," Wendy returned with a smile that sent molten heat to his loins.
Straddling him, she guided their lower bodies into an intimate kiss. The wet length of her pussy split spread to cuddle the shaft of his cock. Every movement she made teased them both, and she cooed with delight while a low, feral moan came from deep in his throat.
She had never felt so flirtatious before-never so delightfully naughty, never so distinctly female. She teased, she tempted, she tormented, using her body in ways that had never before fired her imagination. Jim brought out all the lust and hunger that had been lying dormant in her for years, hidden just below the surface of respectfully, never touched by anyone but him. Not by her husband. Not by any other man.
"I want you to fuck me," she finally told him. "I want you to fuck my cunt."
A shudder shook Jim, and then he reacted. Rolling her over, he angled his body above hers with his knees between her legs and the weight of his torso resting on his elbows.
"God, Wendy," he said slowly, "tell me I'm not dreaming."
"I'm the one who's dreaming."
"I love you, baby."
"Don't lie. You love Sarenna."
"I love you, too."
"Oh, Jim! And I love you, darling." She reached up to trail a fingertip across his cheek.
He caught it and sucked it into his mouth while he made the smooth thrust that drove him into the snug channel of her cunt.
She cried out and gripped his shoulders, digging her nails into his soft flesh. It was a cry of passion, not pain, and it matched the feelings that rushed through him as he drove to possess the woman, fully and completely.
Hanging onto his shoulders, Wendy locked her nylon-clad legs around his hips, holding tight as he pounded into her. The nylon was soft as silk as it slid against his skin, the sensation causing his skin to tingle. Heated blood pounded through his veins, sent surging by the sledgehammer-beat of his heart.
Wendy trembled as life filled her body. She churned beneath Jim, twisting and turning against him. She bucked upward, meeting each of his downward jabs with a thrust of her own. Her muscles tightened, and then they relaxed, clutching gently to a rhythm that matched the motion of their bodies. It felt wonderful to be taken so intimately, to be sharing the strength of excitement that fired this magnificent man. She leaned up to nuzzle his neck and kiss him as their bodies worked together, the pace steadily increasing.
And then something started inside Wendy that couldn't be stopped. Her head spun as her tension wound up tighter than the mainspring of a watch. When it broke, it sent a shower of sensation through her. For a long movement, she hung on the edge of reality itself, never quite going over the edge as the thrills gently subsided.
Jim grunted enviously, knowing he had just pushed her through an orgasm. His pumping motion sped up until his hips were nothing more than a blur of energy. Leaning against her, he felt her tits strain against his chest as he forced his tongue into her mouth and duplicated there the pounding his cock was giving her pussy.
Wendy's heat rose again, the sensations all-powerful, all-consuming. The explosion in her cunt came without warning, and her hot fluids spilled. She soared on a cloud of pure pleasure while Jim pumped her full of the cream of his lust.
Spasms rippled through her body, joining her spirit to his, until he finally pulled away and fell, panting, to her side.
"Oh, baby," he gasped, "that was great!"
"Oh, God, Jim, you fucked me," she moaned. "You fucked me."
"Yeah. I fucked you."
"It's...it's never been like that before," she said softly.
"For me, either."
They lay together, pondering that thought for a while, then Jim sat up. "I'm going to take a shower. Wanna join me?"
Wendy looked at her naked work partner... lover...husband. She grinned and held out a hand for him to pull her up. "Yeah! Why not?"
Jim adjusted the shower spray, then stepped into the tub behind her. "Here," he said, handing her the soap, "why don't you do me first?"
Wendy knew what he wanted. Squatting in front of him with the warm water streaming across her back, she cupped his balls in one hand and began to wash his cock with the other. The organ remained soft and supple while she thoroughly cleaned it. Then she slipped her soapy fingers between his rear cheeks and ran them up and down his ass crease. She thought about sucking it, but decided to hold off on that. Instead, her fingertips began to probe his ass-hole. He grunted and pulled her back up.
"We'll save that for later, baby," he said as he began soaping her breasts.
"Do you shower with your wife?"
"Which wife? The other one?"
She chuckled. "Yeah, Sarenna."
"Yep, we shower together sometimes. But she doesn't have big tits like you."
It pleased her to see how fascinated he was with her bosom. It did make her different from Sarenna. Special. His dick hardened as he soaped both tits until they were thick with suds.
"I can't wait to tell the guys at work about this," he said, picking up the soap.
"You wouldn't!"
"Hey, I'll be the envy of the whole department," he said, snickering, as he continued spreading soap over her tits. "When they hear what it's like to actually get your hands on these big boobs of yours-"
"You tell a single soul, and you'll never get your hands on them again," she warned.
"And if I don't tell?" he challenged, reaching down and sliding a finger into her pussy.
She sighed submissively. "What can I say to the harem master?" She tightened her pussy muscles, playing against his strokes as he finger-fucked her with the soapy finger.
"Harem, eh? Heh, heh! I like that."
"I thought you would," she growled, rubbing her soapy breasts against his chest. Her fingers were gently bringing his cock to hardness. "Lecher."
"Jeez, Wendy, baby, I guess that now that we're married, I can fuck you anytime and anyplace I want."
"You mean, now that we're married, you've got to fuck me anytime and anyplace that I want-like right here in the shower," she said, giving his prick a flick with her fingertips to check its readiness. "Oh, baby-"
He helped steady her as she held onto his shoulders and lifted one foot to the edge of the tub. With the water streaming down on them, he dipped and guided his prick to her snatch, then rose again.
It slid easily into her.
"Mmmmmm," she cooed as he started bobbing up and down, sliding his dick in and out of her cunt. She now realized that her husband was a "wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am" kind of man, while Jim was the type of guy who like doing different things with his prick. This was fun, playing around. The friction of his cock moving inside of her, strained by the awkward position while her soap-slick nipples rubbed against his chest, was silky smooth. His hands slid down to cradle her ass cheeks, and he slid a slippery finger into her ass-hole.
"Ooooh," she groaned, her lips puckering almost as tightly as her ass-hole was doing. He really had her juices flowing. She writhed and moved with her body pressed against him, the soap and the water making the connection slick and almost frictionless.
"Now you're going," he told her. "Who's fucking who? Oh, God, baby, my prick's on fire."
He held her hips and tried to keep her still so that his cock could stab her pussy. The tight, smooth folds of her vagina moved effortlessly over his sex extension. He couldn't wait for his cock to explode, yet he wished the delicious excitement could last forever.
"Give it a pussy squeeze," he begged. "Oh, God, yes! That's the way."
She scrunched her vaginal muscles around his moving prick. She became better with practice, and her pussy kisses added an extra bit of excitement for them both to each forward thrust that he made. While she clung to his neck to hold herself in place, his hands cruised freely over her body and his soapy fingertips teased her nipples.
"Oh, baby!" he grunted, and lurched forward, and began to stream cum into her pussy.
She squealed
"I'm cumming," he panted as he fucked her rhythmically with his pumping cock, each thrust pushing deeper into her pussy.
"Me, too!" she cried out in pleasure. "Yes! Yes! I'm cumming, too!"
The feel of the hot sperm swirling inside her vagina sent her soaring. She went through a whole series of orgasms, each one stronger than the other, before her body finally settled down.
"Wasn't that good?" he asked her softly while the water streamed down over their clasped bodies.
"Yes. It was good."
Releasing her, he turned off the water. "Are you ready to go home?"
"No," she muttered sadly. "But I guess we have to."
He held out a hand to steady her as she climbed out of the tub and marveled at the way her breasts swung as she moved, then settled back gently on her chest when she straightened up again. And they shook and shimmied, dancing together when she toweled off.
He wondered, as he watched her dress, whether this weekend had been a one-time thing, or was it just the beginning of something bigger.
She was wondering the same thing.