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Freaky Honeymoon - Chapter 05
There was no doubt that their meeting with the Landers had changed their way of thinking about their future. The sex had been marvelous and it continued when they returned to their small town outside of London. Marsha immediately started agitating for a new set of tits, claiming that her husband paid considerable attention to the set that Emily proudly displayed during the incredible sex orgies the quartet had during that fantastic week. Naturally she used her feminine wiles, giving Andrew as much sex as he could handle and doing her best to make it top drawer as well.
Her blowjobs became more and more sophisticated as she put her mind to what she was doing. Now he could lie there and stare at the ceiling while his hot-holed wife sucked, licked and kissed his hard prong for fifteen to twenty minutes before allowing his churning testicles to release their load of sperm that she eagerly suctioned up and swallowed with relish. That was merely the overture to what followed next. Andrew found it amazing that his relatively shy wife was now offering her tight asshole for his enjoyment on a nightly basis. Married life could not be any better as far as the young groom was concerned.
It took her a few weeks to finally bring up the idea of getting a boob job. Naturally he argued rightly that something like that was way too costly for the newlyweds to consider. Marsha countered with the idea of working as a part-time lady of the evening as well as servicing his friends on the weekends at a discount from her rates as a prostitute. She reminded her husband of what he had said about her lack of tits while they were with the Landers, and his desire that she turn pro to get the money necessary for a decent boob job. This did not sit well with her husband who was getting quite comfortable with the hot sex he was getting every evening with extra helpings on the weekends. That was when his wife played her hole card.
It seemed that at work there was an older gentleman who had taken an interest in her. He was a widower, and held a relatively important position with the company for which she worked. If Andrew gave her his permission, she was confident that this man could be the source of income that would enable her to consider getting a breast augmentation. He was stunned and angry at the prospect of his wife becoming a prostitute, even if she only had one customer, and was most outspoken about it. For the next two weeks he didn't get so much as a sniff of that hot pussy or tight arsehole she had offered daily before their argument.
To Andrew it boiled down to "What's good for the goose is good for the gander." He started foraging at his place of employment and struck up a budding relationship with a plump, thirtish type, divorced with a teenage daughter who was fourteen. Angie was only too happy to spread herself for this handsome, just-married stud with a big cock that filled her empty quim to its limit. However what made Andrew come back for more wasn't the mother, rather it was Ruby, her daughter.
The teen seemed to always be around while he and Angie did the nasty in her tiny bedroom. What brought things to a head was one evening he and Angie were taking a break in the sitting room; the weather being rather unseasonably warm. While they relaxed and watched the telly, she started stroking his cock back to life and feeding him some of her sagging set of 37Ds. Then in should walk Ruby, wearing only a pair of knickers with a sheer crotch that showed off her fat cunt lips. Caught in the act, they had no place to hide. The teen simpered, patted her pussy and gave Andrew a salacious wink before turning around and wiggling from the room, giving him a good view of her pert, apple-shaped bottom. That started things, which didn't become full blown for another month or so.
Marsha was doing her best to spite her husband. When cutting him off didn't work, she took up with Mr. Featherstone, who had kept his distance but continued to give her gentle hints that he would enjoy a relationship of sorts with her. At first he reminded her of Charles Landers, but rather quickly he exposed another side that took her breath away. Having sex for money with this older man was fine with her. He paid well at first for rather pedestrian sex. To be candid their activities were nothing to write home about, and just served to remind her that Andrew was a great catch that she was letting escape out of mostly hurt feelings. To add to the situation, the twenty quid a pop wasn't early enough to let her consider having her boobs fixed.
Then one evening while she was giving him a lengthy blowjob instead of their usual shagging, he made her an interesting proposition. If she agreed to allow him to give her a sound spanking while in the buff, he would pay her an additional thirty quid. At first she thought to reject this offer out of hand; what did he think her to be? Then she reconsidered the offer and decided it was a way to get a bit closer to her goal. Later that night, after she swallowed his cum, which was considerable in comparison to what he usually delivered, she allowed him to have his way with her bottom.
It had been many years since she was over the knee of anyone, and never in a state of total nudity. It was a spanking to remember for many reasons. Mr. Featherstone knew his craft well, and each blow with his open hand was delivered with authority. After only ten swats she was in tears from the shame and pain. It was then that he massaged her burning bottom and to her amazement she found herself becoming rather wet. He had a magic touch, gradually the stinging turned into a warm glow of something akin to satisfaction. The next ten swats made her become extremely wet. In fact she was embarrassed at the realization that her quim was overflowing and likely would require that his trousers be cleaned by a professional afterward.
This time when his strong hand began massaging her swollen bottom she groaned and had an accident, losing control of her bladder and peeing all over his lap. He chuckled and pinched her sore bottom, making her gasp from the pain of this unexpected assault. Marsha was mortified and began crying. He never stopped rubbing her reddened cheeks until she regained her composure somewhat. It was then that she felt his fingers invading her soaking wet quim and once more she turned on the tears. However, it didn't take more than a minute before she was writhing in ecstasy. Those magic hands also had magic fingers and they were quickly bringing her to an orgasm. For a moment, she resisted out of propriety, then let herself go.
Marsha hadn't had any decent sex in weeks thanks to her difficulties with Andrew. Now she made a silent vow to make sure she and her husband made up their differences and went on as a couple. Even as she decided, Marsha began hedging about her continued relationship with Mr. Featherstone. This one was too good to let get away from her. Not only would he be a source of significant funds, he also had the capability of making her have the kind of orgasms that perhaps Andrew was not yet capable of providing her. Her client's voice brought her back from her dreaming. He was asking her to stand up so he could remove his trousers which by now were soaked through and through.
Marsha had no idea what to expect. Would he thrash her to within an inch of her life, give her the sack, or make the job at the company a living hell? Instead he stood up and removed his trousers, revealing an erection that was tenting his underpants. Now that was something she might be capable of handling. Then her heart sank when she looked down at the stained rug. How could she make up for that? Before any words could be spoken, he smiled wryly.
" My dear wife sometimes was afflicted by the same malady that you displayed. That's why that old remnant of carpet is located where it is. Tonight it paid a grand dividend, don't you think? "
All Marsha could do was nod her head. There was so much going on that she felt dizzy. He pointed to his groin and she misinterpreted his intention. She would do anything he wished, no matter what it might be. Had he been able to read her mind, she would have found herself upstairs in the master bathroom taking a golden shower as she lay in the bathtub, her eyes focused on his cock as it painted a stream of yellow over her small tits and then moved downward to splatter against her pubic mound.
Instead Marsha went back over his lap with his erection poking up into her pubic mound. The last ten swats were delivered with a great deal of enthusiasm, and unlike the other two sets, this one took seemingly forever. Not that she was complaining, far from it. Every one or two swats and his hand would begin rubbing and kneading the firm flesh of her bottom, exciting her no end. To her utter and absolute astonishment, she had another orgasm at the end of the eighth swat. By then his lap was soaked with her pussy juices and neither of them were concerned at the mess they were making.
To finish off their evening's tryst he made Marsha bend at the waist and support her weight by placing her hands on the seat of the chair that he had used for her spanking. It was sticky with her juices, and for some odd reason that excited her. What excited her even more was the feeling of his stiff rod moving up and down her slit, causing it to drip once again. She had never been this wet ever, not even at the height of their games with the Landers.
When that hard length began pushing back the tissue guarding her cunt, she shuddered and her entire body shivered for a brief moment. His cock took its time entering and she felt anxious for the fucking to begin. She so wanted to feel that hard cock moving back and forth inside her hot, wet channel. He took his time, savoring the moment, then began picking up the pace and the force with which he skewered her. That was all she needed to have another orgasm, her third of the session. At that point, she was his slave, now and forever.
Andrew's little trysts with Ruby's mother were rather static. The sex was frequent but almost perfunctory. Angie seemed to think things were fine, but in reality the only attraction was the possibility that Ruby might make an appearance, once again displaying her physical attributes. Angie was no fool, she realized that his interest in her daugher was quite strong. Soon she took to telling him about her daughter's various and sundry escapades. That kept his interest and he did his best to scratch her itches in exchange for the randy stories she told him concerning her wayward daughter. Angie made no bones about the fact that Ruby was peddling her quim to the punters that hung around the local pub.
One night she gave him a special treat, a surprise visit to the pub Ruby was working.They stood in the shadows and watched the girl soliciting her customers and being taken away in their cars. That excited Andrew to the point that he let Angie wank him off as they waited anxiously for her to return from one of her "dates". He knew that it was going to be impossible to continue this relationship under these circumstances. Then something happened that gave him an opportunty to get Ruby under his thumb.
( To be continued - jethro jodhpur )
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