Amelia's Pet 2
Amelia was a mess! Her pussy was red and sore, and after I finished cleaning her up from her lovemaking, all seemed well. I mean he was still pink and puffy, but her pussy was clean as a whistle.
I hoped that I had slurped out as much of the manly cum that was shot deep inside her as humanly possible, hoping against hope that my dear Amelia had not become pregnant from the perverted tryst I had witnessed from the safety of the bedroom closet. As I watched her get fucked I pathetically shot into my lavender panties, and my newly engorged cock was all sticky in the panties and that made me even more excited.
I must admit our marriage is a bit unconventional, my dear Amelia is such an assertive person and has always know how to get what she wants in life. Tonight it was ten inches of thick Black cock.
But it was all right, I know she has needs. And that was just fucking, there was no love attached to the act. Me lapping at her well used vagina was the real meaning of love I think.
I sensed she was drifting off to sleep as I lay there down between her legs lapping at her vagina. And in the calm, my mouth did not leave her. I sensed she was drifting off to sleep, exhausted from being on the receiving end of one of the biggest cocks I had ever seen. I began to think about the last time that I fucked her, reliving the encounter. It had been a while.
There, in the safety and comfort of the bridal suite at the Marriott Airport Hotel, my dear wife and I retired after a wedding reception that seemed to go on forever. Oh how she danced! Back in the room we giggled and kissed, I in my white tux, and she in her wedding gown. The gown was gorgeous, with a full skirt, and plenty of lace and small crystals to make my bride the envy of the room. And the gown certainly seemed to impress, I couldn't believe how many men insisted on dancing with her while I watched on nervously, jealous of every bit of attention she received. Amelia had insisted on a gown that made her look even more busty than normal, most of her cleavage was on display and I and other men were in awe of her charms.
But now she was mine! I kissed her, gently though passionately, and I felt her pull me close to her. She pulled me off her lips and down to her neck. My kisses worked down her neck o the open bodice, and my kisses continued down to her cleavage and the portion of the breasts I could easily reach. Her gown was rather low cut, I thought, but she told me it was the style now.
She pushed me off her .
"Norman it's time for me to get out of these heels and this dress, help me with the heels won't you?"
I got down to the floor and she lifted the edge of her dress, which nearly hit the floor. I scooted under the hem and began to unbuckle the white straps around her ankles, noting how pretty her shoes were. As I put her heel on my leg she dropped the skirt over my head.
I was surrounded by a world of girlishness, and though it was wrong I imagined being the one dressed this way. My breath was short and my fingers fumbled on the thin straps of her shoes.
There in the rustle of her petticoats I struggled with her ankle strap and looked upward in the dim light. I was surrounded by silk and lace and femininity, and it made me very excited, I felt my cock getting very hard and I was actually shaking a bit, shocked to see that she was without panties! Her stockings were very sheer and were attached to her white garter belt by lacy straps bearing small pink roses. She smelled excited, and it made me excited as well, anticipating straddling her and having her for the first time, I had waited a long time for this! I thought it odd that she was without panties, but then she always was a modern girl.
Her shoe was on my knee and with one hand I worked at undoing the ankle strap, the other hand was rubbing my crotch through my white tux pants. The tux didn't fir well, and it was very tight around the waist and crotch. I worried at the reception a panty line could be detected, and when I mentioned it to Amelia she just laughed and told me to shake my booty, it was her wedding and she wanted to have a good time.
She got impatient and hurried me along, giggling.
"Norman are you done ogling my lingerie? Honestly, you and that panty fetish of yours!"
I wanted to object, but felt it wasn't important at the moment. All I could think about was fucking my new wife!
I climbed out from under her bridal gown, a bit dizzy from the experience, and Amelia asked me to help undo the buttons on the back of her gown. There were a lot of them, they were spaced every inch or so down her back and I was nervous. I helped her out of the dress and petticoat, she stepped out of it and remained in her white brassiere, her breasts bubbling over, and her garter belt and stockings.
I looked between her legs, she was indeed without panties, and I could see she had shaved down below. Her cooter was completely bald and it excited me.
She was so beautiful, her shoulder length wavy red hair had sparkles in it and her face was made up beautifully with rosy cheeks, and eyes defined by black liner and beautifully blended eye shadow of purples and pinks. I licked my lips as she rubbed her breasts.
"Groom, remove your clothing...all except the undies."
"Yes Ma'am!"
She giggled at my reaction and watched me undress. I removed the tux and then got down to underwear and socks, she had insisted I wear long white sheer stockings to match the tux she had picked out for me. I pulled them off and threw them on the floor, absentmindedly leaving the underwear on.
Before I strode over to kiss her I realized that the panties she was not wearing, the match to her brassiere and pretty garter belt, was the exact pair she had forced me to wear under my tux, white satin and lace panties adorned with small pink roses.
It embarrassed me no end! To think I was actually wearing part of her bridal trousseaux, the panties. Why she made me wear the matching panties while she went commando kind of threw me for a loop. In fact it had the effect of making my cock soften considerably and I felt it retract in the pretty panties.
"Darling, why is it I am wearing your matching panties, and you are going without?"
"Oh no reason, Norman. I just thought it might be a nice way of sharing the bridal experience with you. You do look very sweet in those panties, I'm ever so glad you wear the same size I do, it's all so terribly convenient, isn't it? I love watching you move in them, you have such womanly hips honey., and you're so FLAT down there...that is unless you've got a little boner like the one you have now. Oh look, the little fellow is excited, isn't he?"
I must admit it wierded me out that I was the one wearing the panties in this marriage, and it seemed things might stay that way. When I focused on that my cock began to bounce around and leak a little, despite the things she was saying to me, something a groom does not expect to hear from a loving bride.
By the time that I joined her there on the big bed, I just didn't think about it, about being pantied. I was a bridegroom and I had waited so long to fuck my wife's sweet pussy.. There she was, my beautiful Amelia, lying on her back waiting for me to make love to her. I climbed on the bed and laid next to her, then crawled on top of her and kissing her. She opened her mouth and let me slip my tongue inside her hot mouth, and I felt her hands drop down to caress my body, working down my back to the fancy panties, she gently stroked my bottom and slipped her hand inside the back of the panties.
"Norman, I know how much you love being pantied, but don't you think it's time you removed them, and had your way with me?"
"Umm, certainly dear, I will remove them right away!"
I kicked them off, feeling the air his my bobbing erection. I think I was harder than I had ever been, so full of passion for my wife! Her body was so warm and inviting, and she smelled wonderful, she loved wearing Dior perfume, and the scent left me dizzy.
I kissed her some more, and maneuvered myself so that my cock was at the entrance to her pussy. I could feel the heat from it, and I scooted forward so that I could enter her. OMG it was amazing! So hot and wet, and I started to move back and forth. I leaned down and started to suck on her right breast as I pumped her, and focused on the nipple. I love my wife's tits! I had been pumping in and out of her for a few minutes, it felt so damn good to finally be inside her.
"Norman, when are you going to put it in me? I'm waiting!"
I stopped moving, and looked up at her from her breast, my face wet with saliva.
"But Dear, I AM inside you...I have been for several minutes!"
"Oh really? Well I felt a tickle down there, are you sure you are inside me?"
"Yes, Amelia, I am."
I tried to pick up the pace, and really slam into her, but I heard her yawn and when I looked up she was actually looking at the pretty sterling silver wrist watch I had given her as a wedding present. I felt my cock softening, even though I was fucking her. With a few more thrusts I shot inside her, though it was from a cock that wasn't even fully hard, and I collapsed on top of her.
"Thank you Dear, that was wonderful!"
"For you, maybe, I am unsatisfied and now have a sticky vagina! Oh Norman I worried that that little dick of yours wouldn't satisfy me, and now I know my fears were right!"
I was mortified. What can a man say to something like that?
"Amelia what can I do to satisfy you?"
"Well I guess you can get down there and use your tongue on me. You might as well clean up the mess you made, I don't want to leak out all over the sheets. And if I did, just so you know...I DON'T sleep on the wet spot!"
I licked her, excited by her lack of pubes and I ate her, tasting my cum right away, it hadn't shot very deep I guess. It's not like it was the first time I had tasted my own cum, I tasted mine now and then, all men do that, right? But it was a bit odd to eat my cum from the pussy I had just fucked, it made me shudder and shake a little.
Amelia began to moan and thrash about, reaching down to grab my hair. I could barely breath as she tried to get my tongue as deep as possible into her.
But suddenly she went limp, and then lifted her leg over me and turned onto her side, and she started to cry, I attributed it to wedding night jitters. I pulled up from between her legs, my face all wet with our juices, crawled up behind her and hugged her until the tears subsided a bit.
"What's wrong honey?"
"Oh, Norman. It's just that I so hoped that you could satisfy me with your penis. I mean, I know it's small and all...and of course it's not your fault...but I worry about our marriage."
"Why dear?"
"Well I am a woman Norman, and I need to feel a penis fucking me good and deep, so that I can feel fulfilled.. How am I to achieve orgasm?"
I felt like a piece of shit. I knew I was hung small, but then so did she, right? It never seemed to bother her before. I felt like a heel since I had gotten off in her bald pussy and she was frustrated.
"Amelia what can I do to make it up to you?"
"Really? You mean it?"
"Of course, Dear. Tell me what to do."
"Well, you could go down to the hotel bar, and find a Man with a normal sized penis to fuck me."
"Amelia! You can't expect that of me! And besides, it's our wedding night!"
"Oh I see....Mr. Man here with the little prick gets satisfaction, but the bride cries alone, unsatisfied. If you love me, then you will do it husband, you promised you would make me happy."
"How do I approach a strange man, and convince him to come back to the room to fuck you?"
"I don't know, be a guy. Buy a man a drink. I'm sure if you go down there in your tux some conversation will develop. And Norman...."
"Yes honey?"
"Don't forget to put your bridal panties back on first, you look so sweet in them."
I went down to the hotel bar, shaking my head. I truly needed a drink! And after three or four I started to loosen up. I watched the people coming and out of the bar, it was getting late. I saw a guy in his thirties come up to the bar. He was pretty tall, a dark haired guy with a mustache, and he seemed incredibly hairy., based on what I could tell from where his arm was exposed from his tropical shirt. He just reeked of confidence..From the looks of things he was packing, so to speak...not that I check out guy's crotches or anything. He ordered a drink and I moved down the bar next to him and tried to talk to him. I said Hello.
"Listen man, I'm no homo! I saw you checking out my junk."
His reaction surprised me and I laughed nervously.
"I'm not either, I'm just a guy trying to make his wife happy."
I can't tell you how humiliating it was when I enlisted his help in bringing Amelia an orgasm, especially the part where I had to explain why. He smiled but tried to sound sympathetic when I told him how small I was, and how I had disappointed my bride. He asked a lot of questions, thinking it was a set up, but when I showed him a picture of Amelia from my wallet I guess his dick told him to take a chance.
He didn't believe me enough though and told me to follow him to the men's room.
When we got in there he unzipped at the urinal and told me to undo my pants, he wanted to confirm I was telling the truth. Having a few two many drinks I was not discrete, and when I undid my pants and exposed my little cock he could plainly see my panties.
Nice panties, princess. No wonder your bride needs a real man! Man, that is one tiny prick! I'll bet you were really teased in school, right?"
I looked over at his cock, trying to be discrete, and his cock was a real beauty, something Amelia would enjoy.
Just then, a guy came out of one of the stalls, and was witness to what was going on. He went to the sink and took a long time washing his hands, craning his neck to see what was happening at the urinals. I did up my pants quickly and went back to the bar, followed by the stud I was enlisting to satisfy my wife. He was for real, he had a great big cock, guys with big cocks always amazed me.
"Well if your old lady is looking for a big fat cock I'm the guy for her. I'll fuck her good man,"
He was a good sport, and a bit cocky, but he ordered me another drink which I needed. I was shaking like a leaf, but knew Amelia was waiting. I gave him my room key card and watched him walk out of the hotel bar and over to the elevator.
Gosh I hoped he had a rubber. I looked around the bar and saw the guy from the bathroom down by the other end, alone, watching me, and he came over to sit next to me, full of questions as to why I was wearing a white tux with a pink cummerbund, and mostly about the panties I was wearing. When I stammered a ridiculous response, clouded by liquor, he just laughed and bought us another round.
He was a nice guy, a little older than me and pretty handsome. He had shoulder length blonde hair, and seemed to be well built. I tried to explain myself and he was very sympathetic. He told me he felt for guys who were hung real small, and said we couldn't all be studs, could we?. After a while I forgot all about my wife and what might be going on. He suggested we go back to his room since he had some liquor up there, and we could be more comfortable and drink cheaper. I probably shouldn't have gone, but I didn't want to go back to the hotel room until that stud was done with my wife. I may have set it up, but I didn't have to watch it.
I can't tell you what happened after that, I Just know that I woke up early in the morning passed out in a lounge chair by the hotel pool. People walked by me, a drunken groom in a white tux passsed out on one of those web lounge chairs. I had an incredible headache and felt dirty and kind of sore, I felt uncomfortable under my pants, like I hadn't wiped well or something. Gross!
I staggered into the men's room nearby and went into a stall. When I dropped my pants I realized the panties were gone and I was sticky. I put my finger into it and smelled it before I sat down on the toilet. It was sperm.
All I could think about was that Amelia would kill me, and must have been worrying about where I had been. I couldn't tell her about this, I just couldn't. But how would I account for the missing panties, which were obviously taken as some kind of souvenir? I shuddered at the thought, and went to bar for a screwdriver to try and compose myself before facing my lovely wife, not sure what I would tell her, or if she would even care after being fucked senseless by a real man with a big dick.
They say a man never forgets his wedding night, and I certainly wouldn't. It was the only time I would ever push my dick into my wife.
It's a shame about those panties though, they were really sweet.