The Wedding Present Ch. 11

Simon is downstairs talking with relatives at the reception, it's been sometime since he heard anything.

Trying to quell the immersive, all encompassing feeling that is a heady blend of betrayal and arousal, suspicion and suspense, apprehension, and above all, longing.....It's just too much to bear all alone when he is so publicly exposed. But he has to, there's no other way except to force it all down, squashing everything he is feeling and wondering, beneath the perfunctory shield of the occasion. It's not that he doesn't like most of the people he's engaging with, only the context of it when everything in him is being suppressed to satisfy this social construct he is trapped within, even the clothes feel strange and alien to him now, the novelty of the smart dress just an itch to be scratched away to get to what's really happening inside himself. But he mustn't let it show, mustn't fidget or think about what she's doing, up there.

After what has felt like the longest time the wait feels suddenly almost over as he spy's Amelia in the distance straightening her dress, and heading over from the lift.

As she sidles past tables he watches her and her patient demeanour. He holds his nerve. Waiting, to perceive some knowledge from what lies behind those blue eyes, to know before he really can know just what has transpired and to be with his wife.

A flick of the eyebrows from her and he is finally, on his way up, meandering through the tables, trying to ignore faces, trying to walk in these shoes, these clothes, and the lift, forget the lift. He makes for the stairs, the cold emptiness of the stairwell, movement that feels like freedom, pushing out the bullshit layers that infringe on his being, to pull against the banister and work his neglected legs for a time.

He comes to the corridor, composes himself. Allowing the excitement now to enter his fibres and spread out, steadying his nerves.

He knocks gently at the hard wooden door of the bridal suite. His wife is only moments away and he must have her, be with her.

He hears her coming to the door. It opens slowly, a crack, and then some more, enough to let him in and together they shut it swiftly.

Her arms open to him, her face comes to kiss, passionately, her lips on his. She pulls back.

"Come in the room." And leads him in.

She turns to look at him. "Have you noticed somethin'?

"You, you look...you smell different."

"You smell of a guy."

She turns up the seduction, her smile is quiet but beaming from inside

"That's cause I've been with a guy." She offers And kisses his face, lips. Her arms holding him.

"And sucking cock." She pulls him tighter, slips her tongue into his mouth. He grabs her head, clasping, now in her mouth, and she moans softly.

"You like that I've been sucking cock?" She says softly.

"Yea!" He responds breathlessly, sounding his approval.

She groans, smiling. "That's good."

His hands feeling her beneath the dress, grabbing her arse, kissing her face, her neck, smelling her warm skin. Her giggling.

"Unzip me!" She urges him, her voice quickened, impatient. He hauls it down by the zipper and breaking herself free of her confines goes for his shirt.

"But have you had a good time?" He thinks to check in with her.

"I've had a FUCKING good time now stop bein' so flippin' considerate will ya!" She smiles at him lovingly for a moment then breaks her tongue out all over his, salivating over him, entering him, owning his mouth.

"Did he fuck you good Tamara?"

She smiles, such a look on her face.

"I've been a dirty, slut Simon!" She says, kissing him.

"Just how you like me to be". She says, her eyes twinkling.

"Yea!"

"Can't you tell?" "I've 'ad SPUNK, all over my face!" She says aggressively.

"Yess!"He says under his breath as she holds up her chin to him and he kisses her all over her cheeks, revering her like a queen as his lips pay homage to her, little licks too, tasting the salty cum on her, on his goddess.

"I love you being a dirty slut!" He tells her, reassuring her of his love and approval.

"A real...dirty....slut?" She questions him.

"Yea!" He answers feverishly.

"Good." She says.

"Cause I didn't just fuck one guy, I 'ad two!"

He pushes her back onto the bed and climbs onto her, his mouth on her skin, on her tits, sucking at the nipples, pulling her dress up.

"Wait, just a sec, let me get this off." She says sitting up. "I've 'ad it on all night."

"Really!" Returns Simon excitedly.

She smiles at him. "They wanted to fuck a bride in her weddin' dress." "There's spunk on it, somewhere." And teasing him even more whilst feeling his cock. She stares him dead in the eye.

"I'll make you suck it off for me!" "Before I tek it t' dry cleaners."

"Oh, shit!" He exclaims,, and she laughs softly to herself while she pulls him off, taunting as she drives him close.

"They both fucked me with my dress on Simon!"

"They both USED me." "Fucked me!" "In the arse as well!"

"Oh yea!"

"Ye'ea...."Loved it in my arse tonight, all tha' SPUNK mmm!"

"Look, got my slutty knickers on for you!"

"You love me in these don't you?"

"Yess!" He responds feverishly, then moving down her stomach she opens her thighs to him and he dives between them, she smells so beautiful, soaked in spunk and her own cum. Smooshing his face against her nylon covered bush he breaths her in, smelling and ingesting the ripeness of her, wanting to lick her but holding off, rubbing himself against her, before giving way and running his salivating tongue over the coarse fabric.

"Lick me Simon!"

"Yes."

She lifts her bum up and pulls her knickers down over her legs. His tongue comes in on her, salivating as he slides over her, licking her clit, diving into her entrance, pushing his face hard up against her, she pulls him by the back of his head tight between her thighs, loving him down there after all she has done tonight. He pulls back and she lets him go.

"You love that babey?"

"Yes!" He says as he comes up on her, tongue going in her mouth, their lips smooshing.

" Oh I love tha' smell, on you!" "...incredible, tha'is!" She says.

"I 'ave t' fuck you, now Tamara!"

"Oh yea you do!!"

"You 'ave to...stick your cock in me!"

"You want another cock?"

"Yes!" "I want your cock in there!" "In all tha', spunk, juices." "Mmm!"

He is in her, hilt deep, in the gloopey hole...fucking.

"I fuckin' love you, Simon!"

"Oh!" He fucks her, sliding in the slippery mess.

"You love me fuckin' those guys?" "On our wedding night?"

"Yes!!"

"Their, big hairy cocks in me!" "Both of 'em Simon.....same time at once..." "Oh shi'....wan' em t' fuck me again!"

"Would you let me Simon?" "Right here, now?"

"In front o' me!"

"Yea in front o' you....make you watch whi.....make me.....cum!"

Simon is banging into her harder than ever, fast, relentless....

He isn't holding back. Shoving himself as deep as he can.

"Ohh!!" Tamara is suddenly cuming, contracting over his cock, just as he jets his seed into her. Her calf's pulling him in tight in.

"Oh yea, spunk in me!" "Make me pregnant."

"Oh, yea.."

"I might already....be pregnant...." "Oh god, so many, cock...." Then she holds him, he is shaking. She pulls him into her breasts.

"I love you Simon, you know that, don't you?"

He lifts up, kisses her.

"Yea" "Yea, I know you do."

"Good." She is smiling at him, through sweaty tears. "Good!" "I'm your wife!" She is smiling at him in awe, her hands gliding over his trim body.

"You love me, still Simon?"

"Yes I love you more!" "An' I'm SO happy, right now." "My dreams have come true, finally!"

"Mmmm...." She moans contentedly.

Then he rolls off of her.

"So it WAS a good fuck then, earlier?"

Her mouth gapes, she smiles. Searching his eyes, it was incredible. She licks her lips.

"You want to hear don't you?"

"Ye'ea!" He says quite definitely.

"They had, lovely big cocks." She glances down at his and gestures with a hand, touching him.

"Sorry."

He kisses her arm.

She plays lightly with him.

"I always had a fantasy, I should 'ave told you about, before but." She looks him dead in the eyes. "I wanted to have two cocks in me, at once." She looks him straight in the eyes.

"Two guys fucking me!"

Her hand let's go of his cock.

"And well Amelia set it up, made it happen."

She looks at him, searching.

"I've 'ad two cocks in me Simon." The excitement pours out of her face, and she wraps her fingers about him again, sliding her hand up and down while her eyes taunt and tease.

"Two, big, cocks!" She says, boring into him with her eyes.

"Slidin' inta me..."

"Strreettcched....in both holes." She gasps.

Simon's cock has hardened once more.

"And now I wanna 'nother one in my arse, i want yours in there too Simon."

"You're, cock in me....are you ready for me?" "Yea."

"Mmm.....already?"

"Then get my big arse in your face! lick me and taste....spunk he gave me." "Are you ready for tha'?"

"Yess!"

"You like tastin' tha' spunk don't you babe!"

He grins a little and she teases him some more.

"mMMm...." " My babey boy likes eatin' spunk off me don't you."

He moans low as she wanks him.

"Well you're not havin' it t' night, you gotta fuck me now!"

"Yea." He says excitedly. Gliding his hand over her sides as she rolls, enjoying the movement of her body, the weight of her. *He loves her body, the want he has to lose himself in it, all her folds and crevices, her humps and inlets, to him she was like a living sculpture of womanliness.

Her big bum was high up on the bed for him, thighs quivering beneath, kissing her cellulite weight as he fondles her mass, moving round to the darkened door of her back entrance. The beauty of her, taking her in, the peach that she was, her warm fuzz gliding over his face as he sails into her darker region and tracing his path to her back door, his head in his favourite place, in her, exploring first with a nose, then pushing up at at the gooey rust, the direct touch right on her, slippery now from the cum of before. He salivates, and drooling, plunges onto her and into her, arms about her wide width, the wife on his face he adores, laced with a treat, stretched from the meat, like a huge big sun that bears down on him, the biggest bum of all wide open and salivating for him, kissing him and consuming him, her brown taste different.

"Put your cock in me Simon!"

"Ye'ea..." "Fuck my shit hole!"

"Fuck my arse Simon!"

And without any other lubricants, the dirty animals rut, and groan in the bridal suite. That dirty, semen flooded bride begging for more as they talk their dirty chat and plot their coarse, dreaming up the many lovers, and she, a whore, and he loves her for it and begs her for more of it and the more slutty she wants to be, the more he wants her. And she can't believe her luck, she has hit, jackpot. Finding that surrendering to her darker thoughts only endears her to him further.

And when they are at last finished and they lay wasted, a different sensation begins to take hold.

All that rutting has stirred things up inside of Tamara and she clambers drowsily off the bed, leaving Simon spent and apparently lifeless and goes over to the bathroom, naked she squats down.

The gloop sending easily, the big log from her chamber she shits out from her loosened bowel whatever her big arse can throw at the clinically white porcelain, bent and relaxed she gushes her hot piss out over the gleaming receptacle until it comes to a tinkle..

"Simon...?" She calls, and hears a murmur.

"Simon?" Then movement. A few moments later he is there, looking down at her, her eyes pleading to him.

"Come 'ere." Her voice soft, calling to him again.

"Kiss me! Kiss me here.."

He squats in front of her. She reaches for him, needing, wanting.

"Don't leave me will you?" "Now that you know I love other men not just you.."

"Of coarse I won't.." They kiss again, breathing deep into one another. She breaks off.

"Cause I am dirty....." "Just like I am right now."

She grabs his hand and takes it to her big round arse.

"Will you love me now I'm a dirty mess?"

She looks at him curiously .

"Will you touch me...?"

"I will touch you." His arms about her, he slides his hand down.

"You feel me there....now?"

"Would you do anything f' me?"

"Yes, yes I would!" And he slides down into her crack with the side of his hand, and it glides through the filth, smearing her mess onto her bum cheeks.

"Oh, Simon!" "I want you to love me, all..,."

"All the dirty, filthy bits of me are yours, too!"

"Yes!" He replies. Kissing her open lips as his finger slips easily inside the gape of her duty bound hole. She tenses, squeezing tight, questing for more as he wiggles at the soft lining.

"No I think I'm done."

They kiss again.

"Would you lick me though?"

"For me, would you lick me?"

He kisses her cheek tenderly, then her neck.

And then to her ear. "Yes, yes I will lick you."

She lifts straight off.

"Here on the lino!" And she kneels down, bending forward, her big arse begging for his attention, pouting at him, begging at him.

Relinquishing any dignity he complies, and on his knees he moves towards her with his face.

And she gasps at the eel now sliding against the excrement covered sides of her bum, and she can't help, she pushes onto him just as he pulls her onto his face. Locked in the stench of her acrid waste, he takes it inside his mouth, his nostrils fill with her shit, that sharp, acrid taste of her oven bake.

"Oh Simon....I need you more....than ever!" And he takes it inside.

"Swallow me!" "Swallow me Simon!" He takes it inside, perhaps unwisely, but he cleans her. He dutifully, takes away her defilement for her and makes it his own.

"Mmm....tha's heaven!"

Then she pulls forward, and looking back calls to him.

"Now my pussy!" "Lick me Simon!"

He falls back with his browned face.

"Le's get on the bed." She tells him.

And there on that big bed, she spreads those knees apart for him, and her bush sproils before her. Untamed, unkempt. An animal in its own right.

"I need you down here..." She whispers to him, not caring his face a mess, kisses him.

"In my dirty fanny as well....licking me!"

"I know." He replies as he slides back. And kissing her thighs reverentially, goes toward the hot smell of her bush. That woman's sex, used and sated, happy...He breathes her in.

"Should 'ave done that piss on me!" He hurriedly states to her.

"Oh! Yea...!"

Then he licks her hairs, tastes the drops of her urine.

"Would you like tha' babey?"

He licks his way deeper into the thicket of her gorgeous hairy bush, groaning his pleasure.

"I' do it next time...for ya!"

"Piss on ya!"..."Shhit on yo' s'well, fuck!"

He shoves his head into her.

"Lick me till you can't breath...."

And he does.