MIXED MARRIAGE
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They humped and they dumped. They kissed for some time, and finally Max removed his appendages from inside Hannah and lay beside her. He held her and their mixed cum seeped out of her and puddled on the bed.
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After the bachelorette party, Ella and Carly were back at Carly’s place. And like Hannah and Max back at Hannah’s house, they talked about some private, personal, unexpected things.
“I still can’t believe what we did,” Ella said.
“Forget it. Just some wild, crazy fun. It doesn’t mean anything,” Carly said.
“I don’t know. It’s weird. It’s like it wasn’t even me doing it. It just happened.”
“Our secret.”
They were sitting on the wicker sofa on the back porch having a glass of wine, which they both knew they probably didn’t need.
“Should I call off the wedding?” Ella asked.
“What? Don’t be ridiculous! You’d piss off a lot of people if you did that.”
“But I cheated.”
“Come on, Ella. If everybody who got a little something at their bachelor or bachelorette parties called off their weddings, nobody’d ever get married.”
“Really? You think so?”
“Sure. You ever watch porn?”
“Yeah. We watch it sometimes.”
“Do you talk about it? Fantasize?”
“Yeah.”
“So, think of it as virtual porn. You sucked a cock. So what? It doesn’t change how you feel about Max, does it?”
“No.”
Carly poured more wine for both of them. She sipped and held her glass up in salute, then put it down.
“I don’t want to make another toast, there have been enough of those tonight,” she said. “But, can I show you something?”
“Sure,” Ella said.
“Okay, good. Close your eyes.”
“Why?”
“Just do it.”
Ella chuckled and shrugged, then closed her eyes. Carly slid a little closer, took a deep breath, and pressed her lips against Ella’s and kissed her, and held it for a long moment. Ella opened her eyes in surprise but Carly’s were closed. They parted, but only for a second. Carly went back for another, and Ella was ready. This second kiss was longer, deeper, and open-mouthed. When they separated Carly had a smile on her face.
“Wow,” Ella said. “Where did that come from?”
“I’ve wanted to do that since the first time I laid eyes on you.”
“Really?”
“Oh, yes. I wanted to, and I thought you’d like to too, but I wasn’t sure.”
“I liked.”
“I could tell. Can I be completely honest with you?”
“Sure,” Ella said.
“When Max first introduced you to my family, to me, I knew he’d hit the jackpot. I knew you were a thoroughbred and a class act, were attractive and would be good for him. I think I loved you right away. We all did.”
“Thank you, Carly, that’s so…”
“Shh,” Carly said. “Let me finish.” She took another gulp of wine. “What I want you to know is, that I was also very jealous.”
“Jealous? Why? Because I was taking your brother away…”
“No!” Carly barked. She took Ella’s hand in hers. “That’s not why. I was jealous because he was fucking you, and I wasn’t.”
Their eyes were moist globes, locked in. Then, after a few seconds of dead air, it was Ella who initiated the kiss. She opened her arms and Carly was immediately inside them. Their lips met and opened and they were suddenly sucking tongues. They made out like teen lovers, wet and hot and sloppy, and their hands probed over each other, and soon buttons were unbuttoned and zippers unzipped, and despite the fact that in about sixteen hours Ella would be marrying Carly’s brother, tonight would be Ladies Night.
“God, I want you so bad,” Carly croaked.
“Me too,” Ella said. It had been a long time since she’d had a taste of pussy, but she would be eating Carly’s tonight.
They made their way to Carly’s bedroom, undressed each other, and fell naked together onto the bed.
They lay there kissing for a long time while their hands wandered over every reachable nook and cranny of their bodies. Carly’s lips found Ella’s aroused breasts and her fingers slipped inside her soppy gash. She moved downward.
“I’ve dreamed about eating your pussy for a long time,” she said, licking her fingers.
“Wait,” Ella said.
She pivoted her naked body around so they pointed in opposite directions and they both had a head between their legs. Their first sex would be a sixty-nine. They didn’t hesitate. Both buried their faces into wet cunt.
The slurp fest that followed took time as they zealously, and not quietly, licked lips and kissed clits. They moaned and groaned as their assholes were rimmed and finger-fucked.
When they came, only seconds apart, it was an overdue explosion that drowned their tongues, doused their faces, and dribbled onto the sheets. After, they stayed in the same position, kissing pussies and thighs, and licking up what they could, tasting the residue of their sex. Then they were back up side-by-side, holding each other, kissing, half-drunk with wine and each other, and did so until they fell asleep.
They woke up a little later than they wanted in the morning. For each, their first vision in the morning was a face smiling back at them.
“Are you okay?” Carly asked.
“I’m wonderful,” Ella said. “Loose as a goose. Another secret to keep.”
“Right. I was just wondering. You know…”
“Yes, I know. But it’s okay, I think. You’re Max’s sister. We’re going to be family.”
They kissed. They kissed again, longer and deeper. Within thirty seconds their nude bodies were enwrapped like a soft pretzel and they did everything they’d done the night before, and more, and they took their time, until both had come.
Carly looked at her watch.
“Oh God, we have to get up,” she said. “Or we’ll be late. We have to be over to your step-mom’s by eleven.”
They dragged their drained, bare bodies into the bathroom and stood side-by-side as they brushed the taste of pussy out of their mouths. Then they got into the shower together.
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Across town, Max was awakened by Ella’s stepmother going down on him. He always awoke with a huge, hard, stretched, semi-painful boner, and Hannah had awakened first, had seen the big old thing lying there and couldn’t resist. She sucked him until he ejaculated, a massive morning blast, and then kissed him with a mouthful of cum.
“Good morning,” she said. “Consider this an early wedding present.”
Max laughed and said thanks, took her in his arms and rolled on top of her. He kissed her lips and sucked her neck and licked her tits and ate her pussy until she came. Then, with his dick again armed and ready, he rose up and inserted it into her wet snatch, rammed a finger up her ass, and they fucked until they both came again.
“I’d like to stick something else up here,” Max said, wiggling his finger inside her asshole.
“Some other time,” she said. “We have to get up and you have to leave. The girls are due here at eleven, and will likely be early. It’s a pretty big day, you know. We don’t want them finding you here.”
“I know,” he said. He picked up his various pieces of clothing from the floor and started putting them on.
“Hey, are you okay?” Hannah asked.
“Me? Are you kidding. Never better. I had an incredible night.”
“So did I. God knows, I needed it. But…”
“What?”
“Ella.”
“I know.” He pulled on his shoes and sat beside her. “Look,” he said, “It’s going be alright. I think this was bound to happen, and Ella knows it.”
“What are you talking about?”
Max took her hands in his and stared into her eyes.
“Ella and I, well, we have a great sex life. But, uh, we… I probably shouldn’t tell you this. We have talked about having other partners, um, in our bed. Threesomes. But only with somebody we were both a hundred percent comfortable with. We’ve not done it as of yet, but, you were the first person we both agreed on. If she never mentioned it, it’s because we’re not there yet.”
“Really.”
“Yes. So it doesn’t even that feel wrong to me. But if you want to tell her when she gets over here, go ahead, do it. I’m fine with that. Or if you want me to call off the wedding, I will.”
“Like hell, you will,” she said. “You do that and you’ll have a pissed-off crowd, a pissed-off wife and a pissed-off mother-in-law.”
Max laughed, kissed her, and thanked her for saying that.
----
The female wedding party straggled over to Hannah’s house, one was on time, the rest were thirty to forty minutes late, and most giddily hungover. But that didn’t stop them from having a couple of pops of cheap champagne as they dolled up. They were all in a merry mood, which would transfer over to the festivities, and thereby infect all of the guests. The weather was good, clear, and warm.
The wedding went well, another short and sweet ceremony for the preacher, although there were coy smiles and subtle eye contact between Max and Hannah, and between Ella and Carly, which they all hoped nobody noticed.
The reception was a blast. Ella was beautiful, and all of the rituals took place smoothly and without a hitch. Max stole a couple of dances with his new mother-in-law, the second one a slow number. He navigated them to the center of the dancing crowd so they would blend in. He held her close.
As they slow-danced, Hannah asked Max if he was looking forward to his honeymoon.
“I have a hard-on, you know,” he said into her ear and pressed it against her. “Can you feel it?”
“You’re young. You have to learn to control yourself.”
“I can’t. It’s because of you.”
“Oh, please,” she said. “You’re about to go on your honeymoon. A week in paradise. You and Ella will be fucking like rabbits.”
“I miss you already. I want to see you when I get back.”
“We’ll see.”
“Hey, you can’t shut me out. Not after last night. It was good for you too, wasn’t it?”
“It was. Like I said, we’ll see. We can talk when you get back. Maybe I’ll give you an I.O.U. Not in writing, of course.” She laughed.
Max backed away and looked at her as the song ended.
“So, Ella told you about the I.O.U. on our first date,” he said.
“She’s told me lots of things. You knew we were close.”
“Did she tell you anything about maybe having a threesome?”
Hannah flicked a few strands of her blond hair out of her eyes. She smiled coyly.
“No comment,” she said with a wink.
----
Hannah had been right about one thing. Ella and Max were like sex-crazed maniacs on their honeymoon. Maybe it was the tropical heat, maybe it was relief that the wedding was behind them and they were now husband and wife, or maybe it was guilt from their premarital strays, but whatever it was, they sure as hell knocked the sexy shit out of each other.
They’d lie by the pool, fondle one another, and go back to the room and fuck. They’d be eating breakfast and Ella would peel a banana and seductively slide most of it into her mouth, and they’d go back and she’d suck his cock. They went on a bus trip, snorkeling and some Mayan ruins, but they just wanted to get back to the hotel and fuck. They went to a bullfight, but that was not a good experience for them; they were appalled when they watched the matador stab the bull over and over until it was dead. But when they got back to their room, Max stabbed Ella over and over with his stiletto penis with about the same amount of force.
Max would see a woman that resembled Hannah, and it would make him think of her, and make him want her, and he’d think about getting back home so he could have her again. Then, as if it were overcompensation to cover up his secret, he’d seduce his wife back to the room and bang the bottom out of her.
Ella had similar thoughts. She’d spot a gal around the pool that reminded her of Carly, take a glance at her wet bikini-wrapped cameltoe, and imagine her face down there, between Carly’s legs, and she’d get wet, and horny, and she’d lead her husband back to the room where she would be eaten and fucked.
The honeymoon was an amazing, hot success by any measurement. But when the week ended and they flew home, their thoughts drifted back to the reality of their lives. The flight was smooth and on time, and by the end of the day they both had contacted their secret lovers.
----
“So, Ella, it’s been almost three weeks since our last meeting,” Elizabeth said. “You haven’t told me about your wedding and honeymoon.”
They were in the therapist’s office, well into their session. It was Wednesday evening after Ella had returned from Mexico.
“The wedding was beautiful. The weather was good, and the reception was a lot of fun. Everybody said they had a wonderful time. And the honeymoon was really good, and relaxing. A whole week at this luxury resort right on the Caribbean. We did a little sight-seeing, but mostly all we did was eat, drink, and have sex.”
“That sounds like what an ideal honeymoon should be. Are you both now back into the routine of daily life?”
“Uh, I guess so. Back to the real world. Or bizarre-o world.”
“What do you mean? Is everything okay?”
“Yes, things are okay. Just… I don’t know. It’s not quite what I expected a few weeks ago.”
Elizabeth waited in silence. Then, “Go on.”
“Well,” Ella said, and sipped water. “It’s complicated.”
“How is it complicated?”
Ella took a deep breath, and said, “I’m kind of having an affair.”
Elizabeth’s jaw dropped. “An affair? Already? When did this affair begin?”
“The night before the wedding. At the bachelorette party. Or, actually, it was after the bachelorette party.”
“How did happen?”
“That’s a good question. I don’t know how it happened, it just did. She was one of my bridesmaids. Her name is Carly. I went home with her. She kissed me, I kissed her. We went to bed. It was incredible. I hadn’t had sex with a woman since Hannah and it felt so good. I saw her again yesterday after work. We were naked in about thirty seconds.”
“Hmm, this is a new twist,” Elizabeth said. “I see how it could be a complication.”
“That’s not all,” Ella said, and took another drink of water. “Carly is Max’s sister.”
Elizabeth almost dropped her pen. She jotted down a quick note as she tried to figure out where to go next.
“Ella, let me ask you. Does Max know that you and Hannah were lovers?”
“Not really. We’ve never discussed it. But I don’t think it would shock him.”
“You don’t? Why?”
“Because we’ve talked about it, uh, having sex with others. Threesomes with another female. We’ve discussed other women we’d like to, you know, go to bed with. And Hannah was the first one we agreed on. He didn’t think it was sick that I’d go to bed with him and my stepmother.”
“But what I mean is, do you think that Max expected that it would be two-on-one, as in he would have sex with two women, and the two women would have sex with him, or would he expect that you and the other woman would be having sex independent of him?”
“Uh, I don’t know. I just figured it would be anything goes.”
“Well, it might be good to find out.”
Elizabeth capped her pen, signaling that their time was about up.
“I’m glad you opened up about this, Ella. You’re being honest with yourself and that’s the first step. But I think you will feel better once you are honest with everyone involved. This affects them as much as you. Think about how you can get it all out in the open. Honesty really is the best policy, and sooner is usually better than later.
----
Once back from the honeymoon, Ella and Max fell back into the routines of their lives: jobs, socializing, hobbies, exercise, marriage, sex. But in the weeks that followed, neither stopped getting pussy on the side.
Once a week or so, Max would slip over to Hannah’s and they’d spend a couple of hours in her bed. The sex was uninhibited and physical as if they had a lot to do and say with their bodies in a short time and wanted to let it all out in a hurry. It didn’t even feel like cheating because they knew they would have ended up in bed together anyway once Max and Ella followed through on their plan for a threesome. But as the weeks wore on, that feeling of absolution waned.
Similarly, Ella would go over to Carly’s for their trysts. The sex was intense, the orgasms gymnastic, and it didn’t diminish her love and desire for Max. Ella reasoned that she was loving Max’s sister, she was family, it wasn’t like she was running around on her husband picking up skank. But as the weeks wore on, their feelings of absolution waned.
They all knew that at some point, to be fair and honest to all, they were going to have to come clean. On a weekly basis, in their sessions together, Elizabeth would remind Ella of this. But they put it off. Until a particular occurrence pushed the quandary to the top of their to-do list.
----
It was a Saturday afternoon. Ella had gone to the gym for a workout, then over to Carly’s for some bedtime. Once she was back in her car, she called Hannah on her cell. The call went immediately to voice mail without a ring, so she figured Hannah’s phone was turned off or the battery had died. Hannah’s place was kind of out of the way, so normally she wouldn’t just drop by without talking to her first, but she decided to take a chance and drive on over and see if she was at home. She needed to talk to somebody.
Twenty minutes later she drove down Hannah’s street, and was still a half-block away from the house when goose pimples covered her arms and a queasiness kicked up in her belly. She saw Max’s car parked out front, and knew instantly what was going on.
She drove a few doors past the house and parked on the street. She walked back to the house and up onto the front porch. She didn’t knock or ring the bell. She peered in the window. The living and dining areas were people-free. She walked around the side of the house and looked in a couple more windows. The kitchen, the office. Nobody. Then she walked around to the back. Where Hannah’s bedroom was. The bedroom they used to share.
The bedroom had a window on the right side of the house, and french doors on the back that opened onto a screened veranda. The closed window was curtained, but there was a two-inch opening Ella could see through. From her angle, all she could see were the bottoms of four legs: Four twiddling feet. And lying on the bed next to the twiddling feet, were a pair of blue and orange-striped socks. A pair usually found in Max’s top dresser drawer. Hannah is knocking his socks off, she thought, and sadly shook her head.
She walked around the back. Hannah had always left the bedroom door open to the air, and this time was no exception. She thought about sneaking onto the veranda and getting a better look but didn’t want to risk alerting them by opening the screen door onto the veranda. She could hear them just fine.
They were in the middle of what seemed to be a very intense fuck. She could hear the slapping of their wet flesh. Hannah’s breathy sighs and voice saying ‘Yes!’, ‘Oh God!’, ‘Oh fuck!’, over and over. Max’s familiar moans and groans, and finally his crocodile grunts, which meant his cum would be catapulting into her.
Her initial reaction was anger, but that didn’t last long. She knew that she was no better than he. She felt sad, and then she realized what she really felt was jealousy.
She hurried back to her car and drove home to wait for her husband.
----
When Max got home an hour later, Ella was sitting on an easy chair drinking a beer. She never drank beer.
“We need to talk,” she said.
No man on Earth ever wants to hear those words from his woman.
“What’s the matter? Is something wrong?”
“Something’s definitely not right,” she said. “Get yourself a beer. Get me one too.”
Max went to the kitchen and pulled a couple of bottles out from the back of the fridge. It was ice-cold back there. He uncapped them and carried them back to the living room, handed one to Ella, and sat on the couch facing her.
“Okay,” he said. “Let’s talk.”
“How’s Hannah?” she said.
Silent lightning struck. Max’s face whitened, his body stiffened. He felt fear like he couldn’t remember feeling. Except for maybe that time when he was eleven years old and got caught smoking in the boy’s room by that old math teacher, Mr. Pickens. He was kicked out of school for three days, and never smoked again, and never forgot. But now what?
Max stared at his shoes. He felt bad, his eyes watered, he wanted to cry. He couldn’t lie.
“I’m so sorry, Ella. I love you. How did you find out?”
“I went over to see her today, to talk to her. But I didn’t get to see her because there was a minor snag at the time: Your dick was inside her. I was glad to see that you took off your socks before you fucked her.”
“Ella. I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you, I almost did a number of times. I’ll end it. I love you.”
“That’s good, I love you too. How, when did it start?”
Max took his first drink of beer, a long one. In a microsecond, it all flashed through his head. How the hell had he ended up here? He took a deep breath.
“It started the night before our wedding. By accident. All of you girls went off to the bachelorette party. Hannah invited me over to her house for a drink, said I shouldn’t be alone the night before we got married. So I went, we had some drinks. We talked about many things, personal things. She made a joke about the I.O.U. you gave me. I told her about us talking about having a threesome with her. I don’t know, she was just so easy to talk to. We hugged. I started to leave, I was in the driveway ready to get in the car. But I went back. She was horny, said it had been a while.
“So, I let it happen. I told myself it was no big deal because you and I were going to have her in our bed before long anyway. Then… we kept doing it. I’m sorry.”
He sat back and drained his beer. He told her he needed another one and walked to the kitchen and back to the couch and sat down.
“Can you forgive me?” he asked.
Ella was dabbing her eyes with a tissue. She was crying, partly because of the story she was just told, but more so because of the story, she was about to tell.
“Max, I love you. You are my husband, Hannah is my stepmother. Of course I will forgive you. But my first reaction when I found out today, was anger. But that didn’t last long. I felt sad. And I felt jealous.”
“Jealous?”
“Yes, jealous. Because I wasn’t in bed with the two of you.”
Ella let that statement sit there for a moment, but Max stayed silent. She continued.
“I have no right to be angry at you, Max. I need to ask for your forgiveness, too. Because, I too, have been having an affair.”
“You have?”
“Yes, it started the same night yours did. At the bachelorette party. We were all partying, having a good time. I became intimate with one of the bridesmaids. I went home with her, we went to bed together. I’ve been seeing her ever since. And like you, I thought it would be a one-time thing. But we kept on. I was with her today before I drove over to Hannah’s.”
“Wow. Are you going to tell me who it is?”
“It’s Carly.”
Max turned ashen for the second time since he’d gotten home. His heart was thumping double-time in his chest. He’s caught cheating, then finds out his wife is cheating, then finds out his wife is cheating with his sister.
“Carly!? Are you kidding me?”
“No. I’m sorry. Like you and Hannah, it just happened. One minute we were talking, the next minute we were making out, then… She said she liked me the night we met, and wanted me. We were going to be family, she’s my sister-in-law. It didn’t seem that wrong. Oh God, what have we done…”
Ella burst into tears. Now, no man likes a weeping woman, it weakens their knees. Max got up and walked over and took her hand, pulled her toward the sofa. They sat and he put his arms around her.
“It’s okay, Baby, I love you. We’ll get through this.”
“I love you too,” Ella said, looking up at him through cloudy eyes. “Goddamn, we’re screwed up.”
“No. We’re not.”
They started kissing, gently at first, but soon more passionately, and before long they were naked in bed. They made love, gently, taking their time, slow-cooking. Crockpot sex. Max ate his second pussy of the day and lingered down there a long time, egging her on until he’d gotten a faceful, and Ella’s mouth worked overtime on his bloated member until she got a mouthful. Her pussy swallowed up his cock, squeezed it and sucked it, and she even gave him her ass, and enjoyed feeling his big bone up there. She knew Max loved a good buttfuck.
Afterwards they got up, showered together for the first time in quite a while, then called a pizza delivery for a late dinner. They were both much relieved, and talked about how to proceed moving forward. They loved Hannah and Carly, and wanted to be completely honest with them and get everything out in the open. They decided that they would invite them over for a little party and clear the air.
That night they went to bed peacefully, each of their guilts and indiscretions canceled out by the other. Ella had left out the part of the story about the stripper’s cock, and hoped that it stayed dormant forever. She also hadn’t yet told Max about her sexual relationship with Hannah. It seemed like it would have complicated things even further and been too much for Max to absorb at once. But she would tell him soon.
----
The clear-the-air party was the next Friday evening at Max and Ella’s house. It was set for eight p.m., and Hannah and Carly were both prompt and arrived within five minutes of one another. There were platters of snacks on living room tables. Max got everyone drinks and they were seated. The music was low; they wanted no distractions. There was small talk through one drink. Then Max served refills and they got down to business.
Ella and Max tag-teamed. They told them everything. How they had fantasized about having threesomes. How they were both cheating and Ella caught Max and Hannah in the act and Ella admitted her affair with Carly. How they were both betrayed, but they were both guilty and had accepted it. How they couldn’t be mad at each other, they were equally culpable.
Carly and Hannah sat and listened, barely moved their heads, and hadn’t said a word.
“We love both of you. You both are an important part of our lives, and we realized that part of the reason we both let it happen, on the eve of our wedding day nonetheless, is because we love you,” Ella said.
“Not only let it happen once, but again and again,” Max added. “We don’t want anybody to be mad, or hurt. We want you in our lives.”
Finally, Carly and Hannah spoke up. Carly started to apologize, but they cut her off. No need for that, they said. We all four did what we did. We all had the same desires.
Hannah cleared her throat. “Ella,” she asked, and paused. “Does Max know about us?”
There was an uncomfortable silence as the question sunk in. They could almost hear Ella’s eyes watering up.
“No. But I will now. It’s about time, don’t you think?”
Hannah nodded. Ella turned to Max and unburdened herself.
“Max, I’ve wanted to tell you this for a long time. I almost did, many times, but always chickened out. The time never seemed right, and I figured you might have guessed it anyway. When my father passed away, Hannah and I were devastated. I was close to my father, and she’d lost her husband. She hadn’t even been married two years. It was such a shock. Not just to us, but to everyone who knew him. He was so vibrant. I wish you could have met him; I know he would have liked you.
“Well, it was just the two of us,” she said, and looked at Hannah, whose eyes were glued to hers. “We got through all of it together. The hospital, the funeral, the burial, the insurance, the estate, you name it. It wasn’t easy, we helped each other, we held each other, and we both had our rough patches, believe me. We became very close. We hugged, we kissed, we made ourselves feel better. And, well, we became lovers.”
Ella dabbed tears from her eyes and cheeks. She took a sip of wine, then continued.
“We slept in the same bed for nearly a year until we chose to end it. We ended it, not because it didn’t feel right, but because we didn’t know if it was right. Some people suspected. We heard the whispers. Anyway, I’m sorry it took this long. And I hope you don’t think it’s crazy or sick or anything because she’s my stepmother. Because I love her.”
Ella and Hannah both wore soft, tired smiles. All three women now had tears rolling down their cheeks. Max passed out cocktail napkins in lieu of tissues.
“I’m so relieved,” Ella said. “Sorry to dump this on you, Max.”
Max didn’t know what to say. He nodded his head and mumbled, “It’s okay.”
She turned to Hannah and said, “I miss you,” and burst into tears. Then, she said, “Excuse me,” got up, walked to Hannah, and kissed her on the mouth. She strutted out of the room, down the hall and into the master bedroom.
Max, Carly, and Hannah sat there for a couple of minutes in silence, before Max started to get up and say he was going to go check on Ella.
“No,” Hannah said, rising from her chair. “Let me.”
----
Hannah tapped on the bedroom door. Ella let her in and shut the door.
“I was hoping it would be you,” Ella said.
She pulled Hannah into her arms and kissed her, hugged her body tightly. She jabbed her tongue into her mouth and groped her back and rump, and burned their breasts and groins together. It was a long, deep, wet, body-bending kiss, and when they parted, both had a fire down below.
“Let’s make love,” Ella said, as she started to unbutton Hannah’sTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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MGC ? The Marriage Guidance CounsellorBy Ivan Wilson ([email protected])Story codes: mf, mff, mc, nc, md.INTRODUCTION:Ivan was a most unusual Marriage Guidance Counsellor. He was independently wealthy due to a very fortunate Inheritance from his Great-Uncle. Ivan was his only surviving relative & benefitted hugely from his Great-Uncle?s wonderful business skill.Since Ivan knew that he had no commerce skills at all, every company he inherited was sold before he had the chance to damage...
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Continuing with where I left, We exchanged garlands in front of everyone. Everybody started coming one after the other to pose for photographs with us. I was blushing most of the time. My children came and wished for us. I was a bit uncomfortable to stand beside my nephew at that age in front of my children. My friends too came and stood beside me for photographs. They wished us. They whispered in my ears that am very lucky to marry my young nephew. They also told my nephew that he’s very lucky...
IncestDark Tales of Force Feminization Volume One "The Martin Hastings Saga" is a work of erotic fantasy/fiction in three distinct pieces and is not based on any beliefs/realities or are any of the characters based on person's alive or dead. This story contains elements of b/d, s/m, forced femininity, and some explicit scenes of gay sexual activity, some non conventual in nature. The story is meant to be a piece of erotic literature for entertainment purposes...
Part 1My name is Albert. My wife Alice and I have been married for nine years and have a loving and strong marriage. We have five k**s, certainly more than most families have these days. They are ages 3, 4(Twins), 7, and 9. We may be having more, but that depends on what the future holds for us.The number of c***dren we have is due to the steadfast love between my wife and I. We've had many past challenges, and still face daily, new challenges to our deep love from individuals who've sought...
On Sunday morning i was sitting in drawing room I’m waiting for her with the think about her helpless life. Really she was a very poor fate of lady. In her early age she lost her father and mother and moved towards an unsecured life, her husband every night forced fucked her and no one there in her home to help her. She wants a man who can give her security with love. Being her son it is my duty also to full fill her desire. I promised myself that i shall take care of her in all respect with...
IncestSissy marriage by Ellie Bagshaw Did you know that they changed the law concerning weddings a few years ago? It was all due to equal opportunities. Now when a couple get married, the groom has the option of taking the bride's right hand saying to her something like: "I, Michael, take you, Victoria, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward; for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love, cherish, and obey,...
CHAPTER 1 THE PROBLEM"But Dr. Ross, I-I just find it difficult to forgive Rose for what she's done. After all, we're engaged and plan to be married in eight months. Don't you think if she requires me to be faithful that she should do the same? A-And what she did with them in the way of-of sex is just too painful for me t-to even talk about yet.""I understand how you feel Robert, but in response to your question of faithfulness, she was faithful to you in terms of emotional feelings. She said...
Copyright© Lazlo Zalezak, 2003 Susan's mind was still fuzzy as she struggled to wake. She wiped the sleep out of her eyes and looked at the old woman seated in the chair. "Grandma?" "Yes dear?" "What are you doing in here?" Here was the bedroom that her Grandmother had put them in last night for their stay. It was an extremely beautiful room within an enormous old mansion. The queen size bed took up a very small portion of the room. There was a sitting area with a love seat,...
Hello every one how are you .hope that you people r doing well in u r life. readers this is my very first story on iss .hope that my story will not disappoint you. so without wasting your time lets come to the story .first of all i want to tell that this is little bit a long story so please read it fully with patience.it was the 2nd week of December in indore .the cold winter was spreading its effect all over the horizon. As it was Sunday deepak was still sleeping in his bedroom. the clock on...
Hi friends. I am Arun. I’m 23 years old and I’m here to share with you my unexpected and unprecedented sex experience with my sister-in-law’s beautiful aunty Sudha aged 45 years. She is very sexy, wheatish complexion, not fat but a broad upper body and great arms. We went to the marriage hall 2 days before marriage as there was some function on the day before marriage i.e. the next day after we reached. From the time we entered the marriage hall our family kept complimenting her that she is so...
CHAPTER 1: The BeginningReaders. If you're a small cock husband, whether your wife be beautiful or average, there will come a time when your cocksmanship and tongue-manship will still fall short of what she believes she needs in the way of sex. And if you truly love her, then you have to go all out to do what it takes to keep her, and hold the marriage together.Believe me; it can be rough at times to do so. It's trying. For instance, I'm baby-sitting our three young k**s tonight while my...
Hi All, This is Akshay Ganna again. I am 36 years old and have a very nice 6 feet tall athletic body. I hope you have enjoyed my previous stories and 4 parts of “My Brother’s Bride”. This incidence I am narrating is of the day of the marriage when I had sex with Bhavana (my cousin brother’s bride) just few hours before they tied the knots of new relationship. My cousin brother Vinay and Bhavana marriage was on 3rd May. It was a hot summer month, but with an unpredictable Indian monsoon. The day...
The Trial"Guess what?" Becky was saying to her next door neighbor, "Bob and I just have a winter home in the tropics.""That's exciting," Joy remarked, "but why so far away?""Well, the weather for one thing. We are so tired of the winters here in Minnesota, and it gives us an opportunity to have summer all year long.""How nice, Becky, but isn't it hot there?""Yes, Joy, but here's our little secret: we own the whole island, and it's cooled by trade winds and a rain forest.""Wow, is there room...
Group SexChapter 1Is Internet Porn DESTROYING your marriage? (that’s what the card on the wall asked)My story began a year ago at the start of summer. I’m Kathy, a social worker in my home town hospital. I went to school to become an RN but got pregnant with our first before graduating. I plan to go back some day, I hope.My husband Joe is a furniture warehouse factory worker. We have 2 teenage daughters, a nice split-level home, 2 good cars, Well mine’s a Chrysler mini-van, and what I thought was a good...
"The Marriage of Martin Hastings" REVISED Chapter Three "For Better and For Worse" By Rikki Martin shifted his eyes back and forth, looking at all the people standing, and were totally focused on him. He could not turn his head because of the neck corset held his head slightly tilted back but firmly in place. He saw many people smiling and some giggling at the sight of him, but politely covering...
My lovely wife just came in from an evening out. It’s 3:30 AM. She nudges me to see if I’m awake. As I acknowledge that she awoke me, she has me roll over on my back, and as soon as I’m in position, I feel the heat, smell, and wetness of her juicy drippy and gooey pussy surrounding and almost smothering my upturned face. After a moment, I get my nose clear for proper breathing. I then immediately get busy licking and sucking the flowing and draining juices running and oozing...
Special thanks to my Proof Reader, George Davis. Jenn and I met at a big orgy at college and started dating. We both loved sex. A lot of sex. So after two years when the subject of marriage came up, we decided to try a special model of marriage - known as 'Open Marriage'. We really put a lot of thought into this, and even wrote a paper saying what was allowed and what wasn't. Like a contract. We decided to get married because of a very common reason - we were deeply in love with each other....
All the chattering employees heard a door swing open and the tapping of heels. The room immediately fell silent. They knew the boss' secretary only came out if she had news for some unfortunate soul. It was a slower day than usual at the Mixed Zone Bureau of Economic Analysis. Endless forms came in and out, hastily checked and processed by lackluster employees who'd rather talk to their mate the next cubicle over than actually do their job. There was an exception to this trend of...
My family was asking me to marry my brother’s son, my nephew. They said marrying their grandson is the best thing which can happen to me. It would be a safe marriage for me as my previous marriage had failed. I thought for a while and said that I need some time to decide. All in chorus said, “Ok, take your time.” Hearing that I realized that they all want me to marry my brother’s elder son. After some time, my parents asked me how much time I need to decide. I said, “3 months.” My parents...
IncestHi friends, you would be living happy and joyful life and your penis must have tasting many different kind of pussies and asses. I am pinku here. My age is 25 as already mention in my last story. I get good responses from the readers. I get mail from many girls also some want my no. and want to sex chat. So thank you all for sending me your mail. Please keep sending me mail, my email id is Your responses forced me to write another story. I am going to narrate a true incident which has happened...
IncestHi, I am Mrs.Madhumita Pal with nick name Reema,a 28 year old probashi bengali lady who is married to a lean built middleclass man of 34 year name Arindam. I run a beauty parlour of my own in Hyderabad where ladies from upper middleclass of both single,married and divorcee community pay visit.I am an orthodox patibrata woman without an issue till after couple of years of marriage.I look absolutely stunning with my envious 36C-28-36figure.I am medium built with 5’3”.I am issueless and look real...
Hi everyone, I am back with yet another story. I hope you enjoyed my last story. This is the story about how I and my teammate, Meghna, enjoyed and had fun in one of our friend’s marriage. First let me tell you about the girl Meghna, she is 26 years of age, always ready for exciting stuff and trying new things. She has a nice fair skin, and with a figure of 34d 28 34. She is one girl in our team whom everyone wants to go out with, and even my manager who is 45 years old married with 2 kids, do...
A wife is a female partner in a continuing marital relationship. The term continues to be applied to a woman who has separated from her partner, and ceases to be applied to such a woman only when her marriage has come to an end, following a legally recognized divorce or the death of her spouse. On the death of her partner, a wife is referred to as a widow, but not after she is divorced from her partner. The rights and obligations of a wife in relation to her partner and her status in the...
Open your mind. See the world in all its splendid color. Truly look at the uniqueness of the people around you and cherish the nuances. Before you make judgments of others and their lifestyles, always remember that there are a million ways to live and love and be loved, and no one way is right or wrong. Women should be proud about their sex, there is something special or awesome about being female but trust me You are all wondrously made, women / girls. Remember that: wondrously made, and you...
by: S. Stevenson To me there is no conflict between Romance and D/s (Domination/submission) in a marriage. At least there shouldn't be any conflict. In the examples that I am going to give in this article I hope that you will see, and agree, that a D/s marriage is not much different than a Vanilla marriage. I was going to say that the only difference is that in a D/s marriage the rolls of the partners is more defined, but that is not really true. In the vanilla marriage the rolls become very...
"You'll have to bear with me, Lisa. At any one moment my thoughts are as clear to me, and sometimes as chilling, as the water in the lake. And I can drift away without the slightest warning. I don't have long now and I don't know how long it will take me to tell you what I need to tell you. I need to tell you, but please stay with me until I have finished."Lisa choked back tears and, holding Elizabeth's hand in hers, gently stroked the side of her face. "I'm not going anywhere," she said, "take...
Love StoriesI went back to my home where my dream lady is ready to give me her answer and i was very excited about what mom took decision. I come to home and rang the door bell and mom opened the door for me. I was shocked to see my beautiful darling mom. I went near her and asked her what you decided she said wait i told i need some time i told her i gave you full three day’s for your decision she said to me she need more time to think i went to my room and took my bath i was in my full extent to propose...
IncestIntroduction Recently, I'd discovered another genre of stories that are found in this site; cheating wives stories. I am amazed at the depth of feeling that these stories generate in me, even the least scored ones. I once asked myself what I would do if my loved one cheats on me. The truth is that I don't know. I've never been in love before; I don't suppose to know anything about it, except for what I'd read about it. So you can understand the kind of uphill task I set for myself. But...
Clark didn’t outlive Beatrice by more than sixty days, as it happened. He put his affairs in order, sold off or gave away many things that he no longer wished to have, and then just ... wasted away. In fact, he even started drinking a bit, something that he had never done before, just to kill the pain. This man was a lifelong teetotaler, but fifty-eight years of age, he took to booze and stopped going to church at all. I got the impression that he wasn’t just lonely ... he was bitter that God...
I am lying naked, on a cot, in a jail cell, if jail cells are ever pure white. Well, almost pure white. There are four black video screens on one wall. As the only non-white things in the room, they attract the eye.There is a large screen in the middle. It is at the eye level of someone seated in the room's only chair. The other screens are on both sides and above it. The cell also has a cot, a toilet, a sink, and a door with a small view port and a small slot at the floor, presumably for the...
VoyeurMMH Ch. 4 revis Dark Tales of Forced Feminization Volume One "The Martin Hastings Saga" is a work of erotic fantasy/fiction in three distinct pieces and is not based on any beliefs/realities or are any of the characters based on person's alive or dead. This story contains elements of b/d, s/m, forced femininity, and some explicit scenes of gay sexual activity, some non consensual in nature. The story is meant to be a piece of erotic...
After my talk with Surgeon Armityge, or Krish, as I now thought of him, I wrote a letter to Amy apologising for my behaviour at our last meeting, and suggesting that we meet to discuss our future relationship. I was too ashamed to take the letter to the Bell myself, as I did not want to face the black haired serving girl, but one of Billy's troopers took it for me. A dragoon, from Billy's troop, would call into the Bell every day looking for a reply from Amy, but I still had not received a...
Benjamin sat across the table from his father in a Harlem diner. They were eating their weekly Sunday lunch. As usual, Benjamin did his best to parley his father’s question. He normally kept his cool until the desserts, but this week, Benjamin’s frustration started early. ‘Your mother and I are getting old. When are you going to give us grandchildren?’ his father asked. ‘I keep trying, Pops. I breed 2 or 3 men each week, but none of them get pregnant,’ Benjamin replied. ‘Stop using that as...
I cannot even imagine that my wife will agree for a swap proposition. It is always the forbidden that excites me the most, even in the bed. So after 15 years of a happily cruising marriage, I have taken the plunge to spice things up a bit. Knowing fully well the consequences that we will face for the many decades ahead we shall live together. How will I know that she will agree? We have never discussed the topic of swapping with other couples, hence the first step is not to feel shy discussing...
My name is Venkat 30 years old. Last year I married and my wife is 25 years old. Due to our relatives marriage we are going to nearby village. While going on bike unfortunately lorry came in front our bike trashed our bike. My wife got injures and I got heavy injures. After joined in the hospital doctors given the treatment. After 1 month, discharged me. Then doctors says your very lucky man. God saved your live. They said but you have one problem. I asked doctors what is the problem…? They...
She wrote Finis to her marriage. A story of cheating, regrets, pain, divorce, and forgiveness. What I did, I did of my own free will, most of the time with pre-planning. I cannot blame my drinking, I was never drunk enough not to know what I was doing. I was sober at the planning stage, some of the deeds, I did cold sober. I have no excuses for what I did. After it was over. I went in therapy. I still did not accept full responsibility for my actions at the time. I was looking for some...
Wife LoversThanks to mikothebaby for editing this story Betty Sutton scanned the bar around her nervously. Though she'd done this many times before, she was always worried that she'd run into someone she knew. The chances of that were remote since she'd picked a meeting place that was a half hour's drive away from her neighborhood, but you couldn't be too careful. Only stupid people weren't careful, but that was why stupid people got caught. Betty didn't want to run into anyone she knew. The...
I woke from my troubled sleep as tired or more tired than when I had gone to bed. I could tell from my wife's eyes that she was in the same boat. Her face was pale and her eyes red; probably from all the tears she had shed the previous evening and night. I glared at her then started to turn and enter the master bathroom. When she opened her mouth to speak I raised my hand for silence. "Jennifer, there is nothing more to be said unless you are going to tell me you have decided NOT to go to the...
This is a sexually explicit true story containing detailed descriptions of consensual incestuous and non-incestuous sex including oral-genital-anal straight, gay, lesbian, transsexual and mixed-group sex between adults, exhibitionism, transvestism, transsexuality, body-shaving, fist-fucking, urine-bathing, urine-drinking and prostitution. If any of these offends you, then please do not read further. However, this story does NOT contain any descriptions of scat, shit-eating, non-consensual sex,...
466, an explosive marriage It is a fact that us stay at home Englishmen if told to stay at home get restless… perhaps we don’t like being told… anyway this poxy virus, had us all shut in so I thought I would relate to you a friends tale. He`s just your average married man, suffers from a chest complaint and his wife has diabetic tendencies, so they are on the ‘at risk’ register, and isolating which to them is simple, but inconvenient some days. they have been married five years, and in her...
I first met my wife whilst I was on a break in Durban, South Africa, five years ago. I was based in Lusaka in the final year of a four year assignment in Zambia and I needed a week or two in a somewhat-normal country, and found a small but elegant beachside guest house on the internet and booked it for a week. The owner promised to send her daughter to meet me at the airport in Durban and drive me to the guest house. There was no direct flight from Lusaka to Durban so I had to fly into...
Cuckolda big hello to all of you. My name is Deepa, a 42 year old housewife from Jamshedpur Jharkhand. I am new to this site and story writing. I used to be very innocent and very conservative Hindu lady. I am here because of my son who is now my husband too. Strange isn’t it, but it is true. I married my son under his tremendous pressure and unconditional love which I was missing since my husband’s untimely death.Now to coming to the story, which is a true story I hope you all will enjoy it. My...
Dear all, myself Sumathi, the 39-year-old woman, happily married to my nephew, who is 11 years younger to me. I am now carrying his kid. To describe our family, I was the youngest of all the children of my parents. My parents had 6 children, 3 sons, and 3 daughters and I was the youngest. All are married and are having children. I have 1 son and 1 daughter. Son is 20 years old and daughter is 18 years old. My eldest brother had 2 sons. They were 27 and 24 years old. My all other brothers and...
IncestCHAPTER 1: A PERFECT MARRIAGE?"James Dear, I'm going over to Jeffrey's place. I need to see him.""Now? It-It's almost 8PM Judy." I responded to my wife."I know darling, but I'd already promised to see him tonight. He's counting on me coming over.""Y-You did? B-But your father a-and your brother a-and your uncle were over before dinner. Aren't you too tired to go out?""It's been almost three hours since they left. I feel fine. They didn't tire me out.""I-I see." I meekly replied, knowing...
Devil In The Machine: The Marriage Conundrum By Cabinessence The junior Republican senator from South Carolina sat at his desk, alone in the center of the known universe, Washington D.C. It was after 11PM and most of the movers and shakers had moved or shaken their way out into the evening. Now the silence was broken only by the sudden whir of an autonomous electric device, off in an abandoned room or the passing of a night watchman hopelessly caught watching the night from...
Hello friends I got this story from my net friend Deepa a 42 years old housewife. She says the story is true. I found it very erotic. Please read it and rate the story. You can send your comments to or or Dear Iss readers, a big hello to all of you. My name is Deepa, a 42 year old housewife from Jamshedpur Jharkhand. I am new to this site and story writing. I used to be very innocent and very conservative Hindu lady. I am here because of my son who is now my husband too. Strange isn’t it,...
IncestA Traditional Marriage Completely devoted. On our wedding day we'd exchanged the traditional vows. Never to part and all that. But afterward we had recited our own private vows to each other. To always support each other. To be completely devoted to each others' happiness. To be completely devoted to the relationship. We left the church ready to enter into our new lives. In our families, a few modern ideas had slipped in and become accepted, but in general we believed that family and...
One Way MarriagePART ONEBy Xavier CouperinI remember the exact moment it all began; though Fiona’s take on the genesis of my fall might date from a little earlier and, now I think of it, is probably the more accurate observation of the two:?You just don’t do it for me anymore,? my wife of ten years said, settling a pair of still full breasts into a black bra; breasts that continued to defy the pull of a gravity made greater with each passing year – though not so pristine she could decline a...
My wife Nora is such an angel. She let me know that my size didn’t matter when she found out how small my penis was. She said that there was more to love and marriage than sexual dimensions. “Nolan, true love is based on emotional devotion to each other, not appendage length. Love will lets us work around and overcome such trivial things.” Her words made me feel so overly delighted to be in love with this Earth-angel. Nora never let me put it in until we were...
Helena waved off the happy couple as they departed down the rutted driveway in the somewhat old-fashioned carriage and as she went indoors she felt a sense of dread falling upon her. The preparations for her sister’s wedding, modest though the occasion was, had distracted her from the consequences of that match.She looked around the shabby drawing room, now empty of revellers as they were still outside chattering. Despite the floral tributes she had arranged in honour of the celebrations, the...
Historical“It is a shame to your family that at 23 you have no husband!” said Aunt Two “Your are causing so much distress for your poor mother” said Aunt One “As a Pakistani girl, your priority should be marriage not a career” said Aunt Two “Do you even have a boyfriend Nadia?” asked Aunt One “Please Nadia, we do not do lesbian in our culture!” said Aunt Two in disgrace “NO!!!, No Aunty I am not a lesbian, I have... a boyfriend in London!” explained Nadia “Oh, is he of good background?” asked Aunt...
Introduction: Arrangements that work out well… but for who Nadia, you should really start to settle down said Aunt One It is a shame to your family that at 23 you have no husband! said Aunt Two Your are causing so much distress for your poor mother said Aunt One As a Pakistani girl, your priority should be marriage not a career said Aunt Two Do you even have a boyfriend Nadia? asked Aunt One Please Nadia, we do not do lesbian in our culture! said Aunt Two in disgrace NO!!!, No Aunty I am not a...
LOVE IS THE BEST THING IN THE LIFE- I am looking for true, deep love and happy marriage. chat on Y.a.h.o.o! Messenger ID: egyptian_souvenirs(AT)y,a,h,o,o.c. o. m skype name: egyptianman1967 My name is Mohamed El-Sayad, I am strong Egyptian man, handsome,good looking, my birth date is 27th January, 1967, Height: I am 185 Cm.tall,or 6 feet.1 inche, my Body Type: Average, I do not gambling, I do not use d**gs, I do not smoke nor drink wine, Alcohol at all, I never make sex with all and any girls...