About six long time ago I met the guy who would become my hubby at a gang bar, so I wasn't surprised that he was in a gang. He had tidy sum of tattoos and a replete, closely beard that made him front tough and intriguing….I got wet just looking at him. I always lived on the fringes of gangs and tough neighborhoods, anyway, so I was usually pretty comfortable with their personalities, usance and principle. After I got married to Kurt, I found out there are a lot more rule, and even some that apply to the wives of mob members.

The entire mob was at our marriage ceremony and reception. The day was going beautifully….after a sweet observance we headed to a party venue for the reception. About 3 minute into the reception, everyone was dancing to the heavy metal rock medicine and eating the catered nutrient, when I realized I desperately needed a bathroom time out. I told my Kurt ( my new husband ) that I was heading to the ladies'room, and gave him a speedy kiss before I left the main way and headed down a foyer to the toilets. After finishing up, I opened the door of the restroom and almost fell into the arms of Sammy, the drawing card of Kurt's gang.

I smiled up at him and said,"Hey, Sammy….nice party, right ?"

He laughed and said,"It's a great outcome, Sara…..great food, keen music, and a beautiful blushing bride."As he said this he wrapped his arms around me and gave me a big, tongue-filled kiss. As he continued to kiss me, he held me tight with his odd arm around my shank, while he slipped his right hand into the top of my marriage dress and began squeezing my redress tit.

I pushed away from him the best I could, although he still had a cockeyed handgrip on my waist, so I wasn't going anywhere….."What the screwing, Sammy ? I just got marry. pit, we're still at the reception ! !"

"I know, Sara….that's one of our pack rule. The drawing card gets to fuck every new bride at their reception. It's been a tradition since the beginning of the gang, so it ain't about to shift now."

I continued struggling, though not successfully, and as I did, Sammy managed to unzip my attire and draw the top John L. H. Down, exposing my big dumbbell. I usually wore a 32E bra, but was not wearing one under the marriage ceremony clothes, so when he pulled my top down, my bosom popped out and bounced around as I continued my fruitless attempt to stop him.

"Sammy, stop it. I can't believe this is a material tradition,"I squealed.

"Well, it is, so stop all this din or I'll have Rusty and Paco come hold you still while we do this. Kurt knows this, by the way. I'm surprised he didn't honorable mention it."

I didn't need Sammy's two police lieutenant involved, so I grudgingly let Sammy nip and swipe both of my titmouse with his right hand, as he moved his leave behind hand to the strawman of my dress…pulling the textile up until he could slip his hired man underneath and stroke my pussy through my panties.

He locked onto my mouth again in a harsh, tongue-filled kiss, while his right hand hand pulled my pantie aside and he slid 2 fingers into my cunt. He started sliding his fingers into and out of my kitty-cat, using his thumb to flick my clitoris, and in a bit of a surprisal I found myself getting wet from all the stimulation.

I pulled away from his buss and said,"What the fuck, Sammy ? This can't be happening. What about Kurt ?"

"It's happening, miss, so get used to it…..I'm shot there are other rules for bunch wives you haven't been told yet, either."

As I was digesting what he just said, Sammy spun me around so that I faced the wall in the hallway and bent me forward. I put my hands on the wall for reenforcement, and felt Sammy pull the material of my wedding dress up until it was piled on my low back. He reached between my legs and pulled my panties down to my human knee, then kicked my pegleg all-encompassing and lined the head of his cock up with my pussy. With a huge push, he shoved his pecker into me with a oink, then started slamming it in and out of me like a jackhammer. I was surprised at how big it was, and I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the bulwark as I felt it fill my now drenched cunt. I could sense his nut sack slapping against my clitoris with each drive, causing me to emit tiny muffled squeals as he continued to pound me from behind.

He reached around and grabbed my swinging breast, slapping and squeezing them, and pinching my, now, fully erect nipples. Suddenly, a totally unexpected warm, tingly orgasm swept through me, making my ramification tremble and my trunk shake. I held myself up on the wall with eyes closed and legs spread wide, as my climax washed over me…..and Sammy kept blasting my slit with his cock.

After another couplet of mo, I heard Sammy begin to view his breath, and he moved his hands from my boobs to my hips, as he picked up the pace and appeared to be close to a climax. All of sudden, he spun me around and pushed me to my knees, as he grabbed his cock with one deal and the back of my point with the other. He shoved the nous of his shaft into my mouth just as he exploded, sending watercourse of cum down my throat. I had no choice….I swallowed all of it, then sucked and stroked his shaft as cum continued to pour into my oral fissure. He kept sliding his dick back and Forth River in my rima oris until he finished cumming, then slowly pulled it out, leaving it dangling in front of my grimace as he stood there catching his breath.

With a shit-eating smile he said,"Go ahead and kiss it, Sara. Then put it away….for now."

I gave the tip of his flaccid shaft a quick peck, then tucked it into his blue jean and zipped him up, saying"Fuck, Sammy - now I need to clean up again before I can go back to the reception."

"Sure…go ahead. I'll tell Kurt you've done your gang wife duty, and you'll be out shortly."

My eyebrows shot up a bit, and Sammy laughed, and said,"Sure, he knows. Every gang wife goes through this."

"Would've been fucking nice if person told me about this ”, I muttered.

As I pulled the top of my dress over my swaying breast, and pushed my dress material back around my ramification, then turned to go back into the restroom to strip up, I heard Sammy say,"Welcome to the gang, Sara. I guess you'll find out about the early mob wife rules soon enough."

I didn't know what he meant at the time, but I definitely found out"soon enough ”.

When I went back to the reception, I walked over to Kurt and said,"What the fuck, Kurt ? ? Sammy just fucked me in the hall by the public lavatory ! He said it was a gang tradition, or wife rule, or something fucked up like that. What the piece of tail is going on ?"

looking sheepish and uncomfortable, Kurt said,"Yeah, I know. That happens whenever a gang fellow member gets married. Sammy gets to get it on them at the reception."

"Holy fuck, Kurt…you couldn't tell me this before now ? ?"

"Sorry, Sara. But every crew wife goes through it, so you're not alone."( Like THAT makes a difference. )

I shook my head and said,"So, what was Sammy talking about when he said there were more mob wife rule for me to get wind ? What else am I in for ?"

Looking even more sheepish, Kurt said,"Well…..basically…..being the ring leader, Sammy can fuck any gang married woman any time he wants. If they resist, then Rusty and Paco admit them down and Sammy fucks them anyway….then Rusty and Paco each get a turn. If they go along, then it's just Sammy."

"Holy, holy, sanctum fuck, Kurt. When the hell were you gon na tell me about this ?"

I sat there grumbling about this situation for another 10 minutes, then - with herculean attempt - shifted into company mode and enjoyed the sleep of reception. I had no idea what was in store for me, but at least I knew it was coming….or ‘ cumming'….as the case may be.

It started the adjacent calendar week when Kurt and I were at the gang's main hang-out, watching a run around effect on the crew's vast TV. Sammy, Rusty, and Paco were all there, along with about 20 other mob member and their married woman. At half-time of the biz, Sammy got up from his chair and walked over to Darlene, the married woman of another gang extremity, who was sitting at the end of a couch next to her husband. Standing right next to the arm of the couch, Sammy unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. It was semi-hard, bending down slightly, as it dangled between his wooden leg, swaying back and Forth. He leaned forward and nudged Darlene's cheek with it, causing her to turn her head to see what was up, and he gently slapped her in the case with the head of his stiffening shaft.

When Darlene saw Sammy's motherfucker in her face, she whined,"C'mon, Sammy, not today, okay ? You fucked me lowest night, for fuck saki. have me a break."

"You know how this works, Darlene…open up,"Sammy said as he kept nudging her mouth with the mind of his dick.

Darlene kept pushing him away, so Sammy looked over toward the other sofa, and Paco and Rusty slowly got up from their seats.

Darlene saw this and said,"OK, OK, no problem. I'll do it."She opened up and sucked Sammy's almost fully tumid penis into her mouth, rocking her head back and forth as she sucked and stroked Sammy's stiffening rod. She used her free hand to reach into Sammy's jean and pull out his Ball dismissal, fondling and massaging it, as she continued to use her mouth on his shaft. Sammy stood there with his work force on his pelvic arch and his header thrown back….most of the other phallus ignored Darlene's blowjob, but some sat transfixed…watching her straits slide back and Forth River on Sammy's cock, using her paw and tongue on the tip of his hammer to help promote a nimble climax.

It seemed to figure out, because in just a few minutes, Sammy let out a grunt and shoved his hips forward into Darlene's face, pushing the capitulum of his shaft deep into her throat, as a load of cum exploded from his prick. Darlene continued rocking her head back and Forth as Sammy emptied his bollock into her sassing, swallowing his entire load until he finally finished cumming. Sammy slowly pulled his still laborious cock from her sass, stroked out a few last drops of cum onto her spit, then tapped the oral sex of his gibe on her lingua before removing it so she could swallow. He let go of his bastard and - leaving his softening pecker hanging out of his pants - he leaned over and slipped a manus into Darlene's shirt, squeezing both tits for a few second gear before standing back up and saying with a stinking grin,"Nice job, Darlene. You're definitely one of my favorites."

I glanced at Kurt as we watched Darlene finish giving Sammy a blowjob while her married man sat on the lounge next to her, and he just shrugged and said,"Them's the rules."

Two Clarence Shepard Day Jr. later, the"linguistic rule"found their way to my doorstep….literally. Kurt and I were just about to sit down to eat when there was a knock on the doorway. As I continued finishing and serving the meal in the kitchen, Kurt went to answer the door, and returned with Sammy in tow.

Sammy said,"Hey, everlasting timing….I'll joint you guys for dinner ”, as he walked into the kitchen and gave me a big hug from behind. My hands were full with serving home base and pasta, so he just stood behind me, pulling my ass into his groin with one hand, while the other hand moved up to my breasts and started squeezing my mammilla through my tee shirt. I continued placing food onto the scale in front of me while Sammy went further, slipping his hands under my shirt and playacting with my boobs and nipples.

I said,"C'mon, Sammy, let me get the nutrient on the table, for fuck sake."

With a last exigency of my mammilla, he pulled his hands out from under my shirt and said,"No problema, Sara. Let's eat !"

The 3 of us sat at our footling kitchen table, with Kurt directly across from me, and Sammy sitting right side by side to me, with our home of solid food in front of us. Once we began eating, Sammy reached over and took my left hired hand, pulling it over to his lap. He said,"No indigence to bar eating, Sara, but go ahead and pull out my peter and stroke it while we eat."I shook my capitulum in disbelief, but - knowing"the normal"- I unzipped his jeans, reached inside for his bastard, then pulled it out and began slowly sliding my bridge player up and down the prick while we continued eating. It was already semi-hard, and was getting harder as I stroked it. I was again impressed with the size….long and thick….and it actually felt expert in my deal. Kurt had a nice sized tool, too - no ill - but it wasn't quite this big. I thought to myself, ‘ Hell, if I'm forced to do it the gang leader, at to the lowest degree it helps that he has a nice cock.'I glanced over at Kurt as this view went through my brain, and he was laughing, eating alimentary paste, and enjoying a casual conversation with Sammy……almost as if my hired hand wasn't jerking off his leader under the table right in straw man of him.

As I continued pumping Sammy's stiffening rod, I focused on the principal sometimes, which Sammy seemed to like, because he'd take a small break from talking with Kurt every prison term I did it, moaning for a few seconds before continuing their conversation. At one point during the meal, Sammy had reached over and pulled my tee shirt up, so that my knocker swung freely in front of me, and he began massaging them and tweaking my nipples as he continued chatting with Kurt and eating his alimentary paste. Kurt never blinked an eye. Every once in a while I'd arrest him eyeing my swaying boobs, as Sammy squeezed and pinched them. Other than that, the two of them just ate, talked, and laughed as I continued using one hand to pump Sammy's dick under the table, while I ate my pasta with the other.

By the time our collection plate were empty, Sammy's prick was rock hard and fully erect. I let it go as I got up to remove the scale and serving platter from the table, taking them to the kitchen with my jersey still pushed up to my chin, and my naked titmouse bouncing and wobbling in front of me. When I came back from the kitchen, Kurt had moved into the livelihood room and turned on the TV, while Sammy stood next to the dining mesa, slowly stroking his raging hard-on.

"That was an mystify meal, Sara. It was just about pure. C'mon over here…..now, it's meter for dessert."

Dismissing the horrible cliché, I went over to where he stood by the table, with my boobs rolling back and Forth on my chest as I walked. His eyes were laser focused on my wobbling teat as I walked over to him, and when I was close enough, he unzipped my shorts and pulled them down to my ankles, along with my panties. I stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Sammy reached around me and grabbed my ass, then lifted me slightly and put me down on the edge of the board. In a pretty deft move, he stepped in between my peg and spread them apart by putting his munition under each knee. He lined up the head of his prick with my kitty and shoved his rose hip forward, ramming his shaft deep into my pussy. I was surprised to find I was already wet, and his entire dick slid in easily. He began slamming his dick in and out of me in earnest, causing me to grunt with the strength of each knife thrust and my bosom to bang into each other as he eagerly pounded my pussy.

His eyes were locked on my bouncing boobs, and he squeezed them continuously, occasionally bending over to suck one nipple into his mouth, then the other. He was using his tooth to gently bite and nybble on my mamilla, which had them fully erect and tingling from the attention. He picked up the pace, thrusting harder and harder between my legs. With his turncock hitting all the flop place inside me, and the attending he was giving my nipple, it wasn't long before I let out a low lamentation as a flood tide coursed through my body. I wrapped my legs around his ass and pulled him tighter into my pussy, as my orgasm washed over me from clit to nipple.

After my culmination, Sammy started thrusting even harder, which made the mesa I was sitting on tremble. So, Sammy grabbed my ass and pulled me off the tabular array, with my peg still wrapped around his ass, and his pecker still deep inside my snatch. I grabbed behind his cervix with both bridge player while he held me up and hurl his rose hip into me, pumping his putz deep into my bitch over and over while I bounced up and down on his strict shaft.

After a few mo of being fucked while Sammy stood there with his men under my ass holding me up, Sammy made another deft move….he pulled his engorged prick out of my kitty, turned me around and deflect me over the dining board, then slammed his cock back into me from behind, almost in a unity gesture. Holding my coxa with both workforce, Sammy pounded away at my cunt as I bent over the mesa with my dumbbell squashed beneath me. It didn't take hanker before I heard Sammy let out a grunt and felt him shove his pelvic arch forward, shoving his prick as far as it would go inside me. I could even feel the forcefulness of his cum blast as he erupted mystifying inside my cunt. He continued sliding his shaft in and out of me as he finished cumming, then pulled his softening dick out of my pussy with a ‘ plop ’. Between my climax and all the gymnastics, I was exhausted, so I just stayed laying on the table as jizzm leaked out of my vagina, dripping on the floor between my counterpane legs.

Sammy slapped my naked ass with his softening prick a few fourth dimension, then tucked it back into his pants, zipped up and said,"That was astonish, Sara. You definitely jazz how to entertain guests."

I mumbled something in response, but wasn't really paying attending. I just lay there on the table, with my shirt up to my chin, my dummy squashed beneath, my wooden leg spread head and my naked pussy dripping cum onto the floor. Sammy went over and did some kind of a ring handshake with Kurt, then let himself out the front man door.

No Oklahoman had Sammy left, than I felt movement behind me and hired hand on my articulatio coxae. In my dazed condition, I realized that Kurt had stepped behind me, and was shoving his fully vertical cock into my put-upon twat. Apparently watching me get pounded by Sammy had given Kurt a hard-on that needed immediate relief. As I lay there, bent over the board, Kurt moved in between my feast legs and began slamming his prick in and out of my puss. He held my hip with his left script, and slipped the early one around in figurehead to tweak my clitoris while he fucked me from behind. I was still wet from fucking Sammy, and Kurt's rooster felt marvelous moving in and out of my swamp cunt. With his fingers rubbing my clit while he fucked me, and his jibe hitting all the right spots inside my cunt, I felt another coming construction between my ramification. It wasn't long before I let out a low groan as a tingly orgasm crashed through my physical structure, taking my breathing spell away and making my legs tremble.

Kurt kept pounding away, and a few minutes later he growled, grabbed my hips with both hands, and slammed his putz hard into my cunt, shooting forget me drug after rope of cum deep inside me. He kept sliding his dick in and out of me as he continued blasting my pussycat with more ejaculate, forcing his lading to leak out out from the position of his shaft, and drip onto the flooring between my legs, where it splashed into Sammy's mess from before. When he finally finished cumming, Kurt slowly pulled his softening peter out of my pussy, helped me up from the table, walked me into the exhibitioner where we got cleaned up, then we both went back into the animation room to watch TV.

Before I settled in to watch a movie with Kurt, I went out to the dining way and cleaned up the mess on the floor, wondering how often this was going to happen in my newly married gang life.

As it turned out, it tended to fall out about three times a week. Sammy had his pickax of wives, and he definitely had his favorites, but between society natural action, normal socializing with the gang, biker trip-up, and stopping by the house….Sammy managed to get a blowjob from me at to the lowest degree once a week, and he usually got to fuck me about twice a week. It didn't matter where we were, he'd either pull me ( or any of the other wife ) into a room or hall for a quick nookie, or he'd just walk up to one of us any prison term the gang was hanging out and perpetrate out his dick for a blowjob. Given the alternative, none of the married woman resisted or complained. Some of the guys really enjoyed watching Sammy get his cock sucked or when he fucked one of the wives. Sometimes they'd get so worked up, they'd have their own wives suck them off while they watched Sammy in action.

Eventually, it just became"normal"for Kurt and me….in fact we usually had pretty hot and demented sex after each meter Sammy came by to know me. I thought it seemed odd, but the early work party members treated it like it was normal, too, and….as Kurt explained to me when this whole thing began….'them's the rules'.