Chapter 9 A

Now, planning a big wedding, working on my career and keeping time with my new fiancé took a lot of time and it was months before we did anything else outside of our relationship except for me, our relationship was not old enough to cause much of a dent in my office antics. I still saw Dar more or less regularly as well I had a friends with benefits thing with Susan from records. When Sally and I had some free time finally, I asked her if she felt like being naughty. She did but I wanted to do something really outrageous. I had always wanted to take my girl to an adult theater about half way into watching sweaty people groaning and pushing their pink, shiny genitals all but in your face. I wanted to strip her naked and walk her towards the screen slowly so that all those horny guys could see her plainly. Once we were screen side, I wanted to watch the men in the place with guts take her one by one or in groups, whatever. The only problem with that plan was that the advent of video rental stores had pushed all the adult theaters out of business.

I started looking around my area, I had not be living in that place long and wasn’t sure what type of taverns and pool halls were in the area or who frequented them.

 I wanted it close but not too close to where we lived. I learned from my time with Jill that it’s not always a good time for some random stranger or neighbour to tongue kiss your wife on the street in front of you or take her away to fuck. This always happens when you let guys too close to your home do as they please with your wife. I came upon a small bar, dingy but well lit with few windows and those placed high enough up as to preclude bystanders from looking in from the street. I walked in and went to the bar, where I ordered a draught and sat on one age faded wooden chair and watched the goings on as the smell of stale beer filled my nostrils. There were two full sized pool tables but only one was in use. Two tables were occupied by older men. I estimated that the place would hold not more than 30 people when it was at capacity. I figured that I’d bring my fiancé there in the afternoon where she would hopefully not be fucked by more that ten or maybe twelve horny cocks. That night I asked my fiancé how she wanted it, one by one or a group cream pie gang bang. Sally blushed, “oh my God.” She said, I don’t know, I’ve only ever been fucked by two guys at once. “I’ll let you decide.” I was flattered and the intense heat built up in me just knowing that by this time the next day my future wife will be a soaking mess of smen from who knows how many strangers. I grabbed hold of her and bent her over the sofa. I dropped her yoga pants exposing her black, fine mesh panties. In a second those panties hit the floor, showing off her beautiful rump and I jammed my dripping cock up her waiting asshole. Every part of her became stiff and even though she didn’t utter one word of complaint, I knew I was hurting her. I stopped and withdrew, I then apologised for hurting her and we made love. I just hoped that there weren’t a couple of guys that would do that to her without mercy. The next day was sunny and warm, I wanted to get there early enough so that Sally wouldn’t have to take on 25 or 30 guys. When we pulled into the parking lot, Sally inhaled raggedly. “Stage fright?” I asked knowing how she felt but I knew once that started happening she would get into it, she was a true slut that way. She giggled and I walked her thru the old wooden doors, and we entered the bar. Predictably, she was the only woman in the place and every eye landed squarely on her. I walked her to a central table close to the pool table where we sat. Right then and there I had Sally stand up on her chair, she was wearing the cute little suit I bought for her. A braless tube top and micro mini skirt in cool gray, under it she wore a bright red G-string. Once she was stable on the chair, I lifted her short skirt over hir middle and had her flash her bare ass to every guy in the place. I then pulled her panties off so that they could see her pussy. I finished by pulling down her tube top releasing her beautiful B-cups. It wasn’t long before several men came to our table offering pleasantries. Its funny about people, their sexual fantasy walks through the door and is stripped naked for them and they still feel the need to offer platitudes for her approval. It began with a big man with gray hair fondled her bare breast. Another older man, I assumed the two were friends as they were seated at the same table began to fondle her bare bottom. Others were coming to the table. Sally was starting to enjoy the fondling; her breathing was deep and even she’d closed her eyes and surrendered herself to the moment. Pants started to hit the floor like rain, and she was guided on her knees to face the back of her chair. Her beautiful ass in full view, the first guy had a surprisingly big cock and he pushed it into my girl with no grace whatever. She groaned loudly and he began to hump her. I guess these guys don’t get laid a lot because he didn’t last ten strokes and blew his load as deeply in her belly as he could. His friend was getting a blow job, and he blew his nut in her mouth, she gave him a dirty look and spit his wad on the floor. In no time, they carried Sally to the pool table where they banged her two at a time. They gave it to her down the throat, in her pussy and in one case up the ass. Somehow, they took all of  her clothes off and I could see every horny cock plunging deep into her body most of them left their seed in her belly but one guy had a different idea. He rolled the weak girl over on her belly and settled atop her. She got stiff and screamed loudly as he sank his member up her asshole balls deep. She didn’t complain or cry out, she took it, and he shot his load up her ass. At one point the bartender cam and joined in. “You like it? You want it? Here!” He said and pushed his organ deep into her pussy. She moaned as he fucked her. “Here! Take it up your dirty cunt! You cheap whore, take it! Take it up your fuckin cunt!” With that he filled her soaking pussy with even more cum. When it was over, the bartender brought me some clean towels to clean her up. I did what I cold externally, but her womb was full. I helped her off the table, she was weak. A big gob of semen drooled out of her vagina and hit the floor with a thick plop. This caused most of the men to cheer. I found what was left of her clothes and started to dress her when someone asked me if she could stay naked for a while. She allowed it and several men sat her on their lap, kissing her. The bartender asked if he could have a picture of himself with my naked fiancé on his lap for the bar. I agreed and he sat down with Sally naked on his old lap, someone took a picture. Every guy that sat her on his lap ended up with a wet spot on his pants. The impromptu photographer asked if he could take a few nudes of Sally for himself. “If she wants.” I replied not committedly, she refused, she was tired and sore and wanted to go home. When we got home I just put her to bed for the night. She smelled of sex, sex and more sex. The next day I grabbed her and fucked her hard, she was still full, and I mean full of sperm, and it felt delightful.  It took days for her to rid her insides of the last dregs of that party. Several weeks later she came to me, she was scared to death. “Honey, I’m late, I’m really late. I waited ten days past my due date and still nothing. What if I got pregnant at that bar?” She was truly afraid. At first, I was taken aback. “I thought you were on the pill?” I answered surprised at this turn of events. “I am honey but all those guys cum in me and the pill is only 98% effective so it could be that the sheer quantity of what flooded me may have drowned the effect of the pill. Well, that and that I had one extra pill at the end of this cycle.”  “Which means what?” I asked fearing the answer. “It means I forgot to take a pill this month and if it was that day, I’m pregnant for sure.”  I settled down, the only bother I had was that I didn’t want a kid until I was married for a while but things change all the time. “What am I going to do?” She asked anxiously. I smiled reassuringly, “first we get you to a gynecologist and make certain of our situation. If you’re not Prego then you’re not. If you are, we’re getting married anyway and make the best of it.” She looked so relieved, “if you want I’ll get an abortion.” She offered, I found that in these situations women only offer abortions to men that they are certain will refuse it. Staying true to myself, I replied.” “I can’t order you to do anything but if I have anything to say about it, I’d rather you had the baby. If it comes from you, the child is ours.” She collapsed into my arms and informed me that she had an appointment with her gyno the next day. I was off work so I told her that I’d take her. The next day, her gyno took a pregnancy test but the results would not be ready for two days. Then they talked about her life situation. The gyno told her that she was going to be married in seven weeks and she didn’t get her period most likely due to stress. She seemed soothed when we got in the car and five minutes after we got home, boom her bleeding started, it was stress. And better, she knew she could have confidence in me.

The Honeymoon

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Seven weeks went by quickly and we were married in a big wedding followed by a lavash reception. Our honeymoon trip to Europe was set for the week following and I rented to bridal suite for five days. I stocked it with snack foods, Champagne, soft drinks, a beautiful white lingerie ensemble and a series of sex toys. The first day was just for us, we fucked and slurped and play and drank in the jacuzzi ordered dinner, fucked some more had dinner and I asked her if she wanted to invite another couple over, Sally told me that she just wanted another man, she enjoyed being center of attention. That and that she loved strange cum in her puss. “Well at least now you don’t have to worry about getting pregnant.” I said lightly smiling. She smiled back at me, “that’s true.” She replied also smiling. I got on the phone, in those days there was no internet and cell phones were few and far between, so everything had to be done the old-fashioned way. I Left a message and got a contact in seconds. As ordered, a single straight guy looking to wet his dick in some strange girls pussy. Of course, I gave him our location and a time to show up. As to his looks, physical condition or anything else we’d have to meet him to find out. About 90 min later there was a knock at our door, it was him. Not horrible t look at, around our age and in decent shape so we invited him for a drink. After the usual bullshit we found out his name was Bruce, and he was 31yo. I sent him to Sally so they could get up to their own devices. Seeing as my new wife was wearing her sexy lingerie it wasn’t long before they were both naked and kissing. His dick was average size and he fucked her in every way you could think of. At the end she was atop him and invited me to join. I always wanted to try a Double penetration, so I agreed, and my inexperience shined through. I didn’t know at that time that you had to start with anal penetration before the other guy penetrated her vaginally. He already had his cock up her snatch balls deep and fully intended to cum as deep in her as he could. Pushing my prick up her anus took several strong thrusts, although Sally was OK with it, the weight and pressure was more than our guest could cope with. I stopped and left them alone so they could conclude their coupling. He pumped his meat up into her making her moan and soon after, thick sperm backwashed through her vulva and slopped her inner thighs and his ball sack, mission accomplished, Bruce left soon after and we continued our week by trying a rudimentary exchanges’ club. It was a small, basement concern, fashionably gloomy with a simple dance floor, a bar and signs on the wall clearly stating that only the women can make the first moves. We decided that it would be fun for a chuck to watch the off-centre dynamic of the place in action. A couple of women were dancing alone and the larger of the two picked up a man. She was there with a guy and the three left together. OMG, the hens did cackle judgmentally, how stupid were they? We were in a swingers club after all. Another couple came in. They were attractive enough and the wife quite pretty. She asked if they could join us at our table, and we made room for them. In a short time, her husband started to chat up Sally, my wife seemed cool with it so, I invited his wife to sit closer and we could flirt, this was a normal opening gambit in swingers clubs. She asked him and he went nuts, he was so mad that he complained to the waitress. Calmly, she asked what the issue was, he said that I tried to flirt with his wife, she offered him a dour look and pointed out that she’d already broken the ice by asking to join us and everybody saw him flirting with my wife. The woman was seated farthest from me so clearly I had not touched her. She offered to reseat them if that would help. He demanded that I, not we, I be ejected. The waitress didn’t care, they paid the cover charge already and the first round of drinks and repeated diplomatically that they could sit elsewhere or leave as they wished. His face turned beet red, and he shot out of his chair. His escort tried to calm him down to no avail, he gathered her up and they left the club, my wife and I had a laugh and ordered another glass of wine. That was fun and the rest of the evening was tame by comparison but entertaining, nonetheless. We went back to our hotel alone and made up for lost opportunity.