We Were Married

The day Lee and I got married was the best day of my life. There I was, pregnant with my second child; his child. I felt so loved, but when the best man–Lenny–kissed me I felt kind of like an electric pulse hit my pussy. It was strange, Lenny had never attracted me before. I did not think any more about it until later when I started to look at all the guys in a new light. Maybe it excited me now just because it seemed so wrong.

Lee and I went up to Reno and checked into Circus Circus on our wedding night. It was fantastic, we fucked like animals until Lee fell into a drugged sleep. But I was still so wound up I couldn’t sleep and felt restless; I tried several times to wake him but he just snored softly, grunting each time I shook his arm. I wanted to see this town so I quietly dressed and went downstairs and into the casino. There were people everywhere. I only had a few dollars on me and I felt so wild listening to all the people around me. I found that I couldn’t gamble with money, just tokens, so I wandered around just watching everyone.

An older guy came over, sat down beside me, and we started talking. He asked me what I was doing here and I told him that I just got married and was simply watching. He asked where my husband was and I told him he was upstairs asleep. He laughed and asked if I had worn him out and I giggled, admitting that I had.

He said, “Good girl. Can I buy you a drink?”

That surprised me at first, but then I thought, What the hell? He is just an older guy that is lonesome, and accepted. I soon had a screwdriver in front of me and it was a very strong drink. This older guy, Louis, talked about his family back East that he had lost in a divorce and how lonely he was. I felt very bold after the drink took hold and we started to talk comfortably, I even answered some very personal questions; I was getting tipsy for sure. By the time I was half way through my second drink I was telling him how I had gotten pregnant with my first child and then how I had met my husband.

Louis helped me off my bar stool and took my hand.

I asked, “Where are we going?”
“To my room,” he said.

I laughed again. When we were in the elevator going up and I couldn’t stop laughing; he pulled me up against him and took one of my breasts in his hand. I gasped, but burst out laughing again. Then we were at his door and he opened it for me. It hit me then that he was going to fuck me.

“I can’t stay all night,” I said.

He pulled me to him and kissed me. I remember that I reached down to feel his cock and it felt huge. I thought, What the hell? This is my wedding night, and burst out laughing again. I let him undress me and stood by the bed as he undressed, then I let him push me back on the bed. I crawled backwards, opening my legs for him. As he moved into position I could see his thick cock swinging back and forth. I took it in my hand and guided it to my opening; it felt bigger than any cock I had ever had before. Then he was in me, his hairy chest against mine. My mind was confused with drink, but I started to fuck him back. I could feel his cock stretch me out and it felt wonderful. His body was against mine and his head was beside mine. I listened to his breath as he grunted, moving his cock in me. I felt strange; almost like I was above us watching, detached from my body as his hips pumped up and down between my legs. It suddenly seemed so funny and I had to clap my hand over my mouth to keep from laughing. I vaguely wondered just how old he was; he must be over 50, but he fucked real good. After a while I felt my body respond to his love-making and I relaxed, letting my climax come; it was good but not fantastic. Louis started to grunt and gasp, I was afraid that he might be having a heart attack. Then he lunged into me with a loud grunt, straining against me with his teeth bared in his release. He strained against me like this several times before I felt him relax.

He gasped out, “You are tight, young lady,” then he rolled off of me and in minutes he was snoring.

I dressed quietly and went back up to my room. I was glad that I was already pregnant because he had cum quite a bit. I went potty and climbed back in bed with Lee. Lee came awake and crawled on top of me. I wondered what he might say if he knew that I had just had sex with another guy and his cum was still inside of me.

Occasionally over the next few days I would burst out laughing. Lee would ask me what was so funny, but I always told him something else and not that I was laughing at the thought that he had screwed me in another man’s cum–a wedding night cuckold, no less.

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