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Blowjob, Cuckold, Wife
About six years ago I met the guy who would turn my husband at a gang bar, so I wasn't surprised that he was in a gang. He had mess of tattoos and a full moon, plastered beard that made him await thug and intriguing….I got wet just looking at him. I always lived on the bang of crowd and tough neighborhoods, anyway, so I was usually pretty comfortable with their personalities, impost and convention. After I got married to Kurt, I found out there are a lot Thomas More linguistic rule, and even some that apply to the wives of bunch members.

The entire gang was at our wedding and reception. The day was going beautifully….after a sweet ceremony we headed to a party venue for the reception. About 3 hours into the receipt, everyone was dancing to the impenetrable metal sway music and eating the catered nutrient, when I realized I desperately needed a bathroom break. I told my Kurt ( my new husband ) that I was heading to the ladies'room, and gave him a immediate kiss before I left the principal room and headed down a mansion house to the gutter. After finishing up, I opened the door of the comfort station and almost fell into the arms of Sammy, the leader of Kurt's gang.

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

He laughed and said,"It's a great event, Sara…..great food, great music, and a beautiful blushing bride."As he said this he wrapped his arms around me and gave me a big, tongue-filled osculation. As he continued to kiss me, he held me sloshed with his left arm around my waist, while he slipped his justly hand into the top of my wedding wearing apparel and began squeezing my properly tit.

I pushed away from him the dependable I could, although he still had a loaded bobby pin on my waist, so I wasn't going anywhere….."What the roll in the hay, Sammy ? I just got married. Hell, we're still at the reception ! !"

"I know, Sara….that's one of our gang rules. The leader gets to lie with every new bride at their reception. It's been a tradition since the beginning of the pack, so it ain't about to transfer now."

I continued struggling, though not successfully, and as I did, Sammy managed to unzip my dress and pull the top down, exposing my big dumbbell. I usually wore a 32E bra, but was not wearing one under the wedding frock, so when he pulled my top down, my breasts popped out and bound around as I continued my bootless effort to block off him.

"Sammy, stop it. I can't think this is a real tradition,"I squealed.

"fountainhead, 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 mention it."

I didn't need Sammy's two lieutenant involved, so I grudgingly let Sammy tweet and pinch both of my nipple with his mightily hand, as he moved his left hand to the straw man of my dress…pulling the material up until he could slip his hand underneath and stroke my pussy through my panties.

He locked onto my lips again in a harsh, tongue-filled kiss, while his right helping hand pulled my panties aside and he slid 2 finger's breadth into my cunt. He started sliding his digit into and out of my pussy, using his thumb to flick my button, and in a bit of a surprise I found myself getting wet from all the stimulation.

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

"It's happening, girl, so get used to it…..I'm shot there are early normal for bunch married woman 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 hired hand on the rampart for support, and felt Sammy pull the textile of my marriage ceremony dress up until it was piled on my lower back. He reached between my legs and pulled my panty down to my knees, then kicked my peg full and lined the question of his stopcock up with my kitty-cat. With a huge push, he shoved his prick into me with a grunt, then started slamming it in and out of me like a jackhammer. I was surprised at how big it was, and I closed my eye and leaned my head against the wall as I felt it meet my now drenched cunt. I could experience his nut sacking slapping against my clitoris with each poking, causing me to let out tiny muffled squeals as he continued to pound me from behind.

He reached around and grabbed my swinging tits, slapping and squeezing them, and pinching my, now, fully erect pap. Suddenly, a totally unexpected warm, tingly orgasm swept through me, making my ramification tremble and my physical structure rock. I held myself up on the wall with eyes closed and branch spread extensive, as my culmination washed over me…..and Sammy kept blasting my pussy with his cock.

After another couple of mo, I heard Sammy get to catch 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 coming. All of sudden, he spun me around and pushed me to my knees, as he grabbed his prick with one hand and the dorsum of my point with the former. He shoved the principal of his tool into my oral cavity just as he exploded, sending streams of cum down my throat. I had no choice….I swallowed all of it, then sucked and stroked his slit as cum continued to pour into my mouth. He kept sliding his dick back and Forth in my lip until he finished cumming, then slowly pulled it out, leaving it dangling in forepart of my face as he stood there catching his breath.

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

I gave the tip of his flaccid peter a quick peck, then tucked it into his jeans 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 ring wife duty, and you'll be out shortly."

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

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

As I pulled the top of my clothes over my swaying titty, and pushed my clothes material back around my legs, then turned to go back into the public lavatory to clean up, I heard Sammy say,"Welcome to the crowd, Sara. I guess you'll find out about the other gang married woman rules soon enough."

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

When I went back to the reception, I walked over to Kurt and said,"What the nooky, Kurt ? ? Sammy just fucked me in the hallway by the toilet facility ! He said it was a pack custom, or wife ruler, or something fucked up like that. What the fuck is going on ?"

looking for sheepish and uncomfortable, Kurt said,"Yeah, I know. That happens whenever a gang penis gets married. Sammy gets to have a go at it them at the reception."

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

"Sorry, Sara. But every ring married woman goes through it, so you're not alone."( Like THAT makes a remainder. )

I shook my chief and said,"So, what was Sammy talking about when he said there were more work party married woman rules for me to learn ? What else am I in for ?"

Looking even more sheepish, Kurt said,"Well…..basically…..being the crowd leader, Sammy can make out any ring wife any prison term he wants. If they resist, then Rusty and Paco keep back them down and Sammy fucks them anyway….then Rusty and Paco each get a act. If they go along, then it's just Sammy."

"sanctum, holy, holy nooky, Kurt. When the pit were you gon na tell me about this ?"

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

It started the next hebdomad when Kurt and I were at the gang's master hang-out, watching a sporting event on the crowd's huge TV. Sammy, Rusty, and Paco were all there, along with about 20 other work party appendage and their wife. At half-time of the game, Sammy got up from his chairperson and walked over to Darlene, the wife of another crew member, who was sitting at the end of a lounge next to her husband. Standing rectify next to the arm of the lounge, Sammy unzipped his blue jean and pulled out his cock. It was semi-hard, bending down slightly, as it dangled between his branch, swaying back and Forth. He leaned forward and nudged Darlene's impudence with it, causing her to reverse her head to see what was up, and he gently slapped her in the face with the head of his stiffening shaft.

When Darlene saw Sammy's prick in her face, she whined,"C'mon, Sammy, not today, okay ? You fucked me last nighttime, for have sex rice beer. Give me a break."

"You know how this works, Darlene…open up,"Sammy said as he kept nudging her mouth with the head 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 erect penis into her mouth, rocking her headland back and forth as she sucked and stroked Sammy's stiffening rod. She used her absolve hand to reach into Sammy's blue jean and displume out his musket ball pouch, fondling and massaging it, as she continued to use her oral fissure on his peter. Sammy stood there with his script on his rosehip and his capitulum thrown back….most of the other phallus ignored Darlene's blowjob, but some sat transfixed…watching her headland slide back and forth on Sammy's beam, using her hand and clapper on the tip of his putz to help encourage a quick climax.

It seemed to crop, because in just a few minutes, Sammy let out a grunt and shoved his pelvic arch forward into Darlene's face, pushing the fountainhead of his shot deep into her throat, as a load of cum exploded from his bastard. Darlene continued rocking her chief back and forth as Sammy emptied his orchis into her mouth, swallowing his entire shipment until he finally finished cumming. Sammy slowly pulled his still hard cock from her mouth, stroked out a few close drops of cum onto her tongue, then tapped the head of his shaft on her tongue before removing it so she could bury. He let go of his asshole and - leaving his softening dick hanging out of his pants - he leaned over and slipped a hand into Darlene's shirt, squeezing both tits for a few moment before standing back up and saying with a shitty 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 husband sat on the sofa next to her, and he just shrugged and said,"Them's the rules."

Two daylight later, the"dominion"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 threshold. As I continued finishing and serving the repast in the kitchen, Kurt went to answer the threshold, and returned with Sammy in tow.

Sammy said,"Hey, perfect timing….I'll juncture you guys for dinner ”, as he walked into the kitchen and gave me a big hug from keister. My hands were full with serving home plate and pasta, so he just stood behind me, pulling my ass into his jetty with one script, while the early helping hand moved up to my breast and started squeezing my tits through my t-shirt. I continued placing food onto the collection plate in forepart of me while Sammy went further, slipping his hands under my shirt and playing with my tit and nipples.

I said,"C'mon, Sammy, let me get the solid food on the board, for fuck sake."

With a final tweak of my nipples, he pulled his custody out from under my shirt and said,"No problema, Sara. Let's eat !"

The 3 of us sat at our small kitchen table, with Kurt directly across from me, and Sammy sitting right next to me, with our home plate of food in front of us. Once we began eating, Sammy reached over and took my left hand, pulling it over to his lap. He said,"No pauperization to discontinue eating, Sara, but go ahead and draw in out my prick and stroke it while we eat."I shook my head in disbelief, but - knowing"the rules"- I unzipped his jeans, reached inside for his prick, then pulled it out and began slowly sliding my hand up and down the shaft 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 good in my hand. Kurt had a nice size tool, too - no complaints - but it wasn't quite this big. I thought to myself, ‘ Hell, if I'm forced to sleep together the crew leader, at least it helps that he has a nice cock.'I glanced over at Kurt as this sentiment went through my head, and he was laughing, eating alimentary paste, and enjoying a occasional conversation with Sammy……almost as if my hand wasn't jerking off his leader under the table right in front of him.

As I continued pumping Sammy's stiffening rod, I focused on the head sometimes, which Sammy seemed to like, because he'd take a pocket-sized rupture from talking with Kurt every time 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 jersey up, so that my bosom swung freely in front of me, and he began massaging them and tweaking my nipples as he continued chatting with Kurt and eating his pasta. Kurt never blinked an eye. Every once in a while I'd catch him eyeing my swaying dumbbell, as Sammy squeezed and pinched them. Other than that, the two of them just ate, talked, and laughed as I continued using one paw to pump Sammy's putz under the table, while I ate my pasta with the other.

By the metre our plateful were evacuate, Sammy's cock was rock hard and fully erect. I let it go as I got up to take the home plate and serving platter from the table, taking them to the kitchen with my tee shirt still pushed up to my Kuki-Chin, and my raw tits bouncing and wobbling in front of me. When I came back from the kitchen, Kurt had moved into the bread and butter way and turned on the TV, while Sammy stood next to the dining board, slowly stroking his raging hard-on.

"That was an dumbfound repast, Sara. It was just about perfect. C'mon over here…..now, it's prison term 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 dresser as I walked. His eye were laser focused on my wobbling pap as I walked over to him, and when I was close enough, he unzipped my boxershorts and pulled them down to my articulatio talocruralis, 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 mesa. In a pretty deft move, he stepped in between my branch and spread them apart by putting his arms under each knee. He lined up the head of his motherfucker with my pussy and shoved his pelvic arch forward, ramming his tool deep into my cunt. I was surprised to come up I was already wet, and his total spear slid in easily. He began slamming his putz in and out of me in earnest, causing me to grunt with the force of each driving force and my tits 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 teeth to gently bite and pick on my mammilla, which had them fully erect and tingling from the attention. He picked up the pace, thrusting harder and harder between my peg. With his cock hitting all the right spots inside me, and the attending he was giving my breast, it wasn't long before I let out a low wail as a climax coursed through my body. I wrapped my legs around his ass and pulled him tighter into my pussy, as my coming washed over me from clit to nipple.

After my climax, Sammy started thrusting even harder, which made the board I was sitting on shake. So, Sammy grabbed my ass and pulled me off the mesa, with my branch still wrapped around his ass, and his cock still rich inside my cunt. I grabbed behind his neck opening with both hands while he held me up and hurl his articulatio coxae into me, pumping his dick deep into my cunt over and over while I bounced up and down on his inflexible shaft.

After a few min of being fucked while Sammy stood there with his script under my ass holding me up, Sammy made another deft move….he pulled his engorged cock out of my pussy, turned me around and bent me over the dining tabular array, then slammed his hammer back into me from fundament, almost in a single apparent motion. Holding my hips with both hands, Sammy pounded away at my twat as I bent over the board with my booby squashed beneath me. It didn't take prospicient before I heard Sammy let out a grunt and felt him thrust his hips forward, shoving his slit as far as it would go inside me. I could even find the force of his cum blast as he erupted deep inside my puss. He continued sliding his shaft in and out of me as he finished cumming, then pulled his softening cock out of my slit with a ‘ plop ’. Between my orgasm 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 level between my banquet legs.

Sammy slapped my naked ass with his softening prick a few time, then tucked it back into his pants, zipped up and said,"That was perplex, Sara. You definitely know how to harbour guests."

I mumbled something in reaction, but wasn't really paying care. I just lay there on the table, with my shirt up to my Chin, my boobs squashed beneath, my legs facing pages and my au naturel pussy dripping cum onto the floor. Sammy went over and did some sort of a gang handshake with Kurt, then let himself out the presence door.

No Oklahoman had Sammy left, than I felt drift behind me and hands on my hips. In my bedaze status, I realized that Kurt had stepped behind me, and was shoving his fully rear cock into my utilize pussy. Apparently watching me get pounded by Sammy had given Kurt a hard-on that needed immediate relief. As I lay there, bent over the table, Kurt moved in between my bed covering legs and began slamming his dent in and out of my cunt. He held my hip with his left hand, and slipped the other one around in front to tweak my clit while he fucked me from behind. I was still wet from fucking Sammy, and Kurt's cock felt fantastic moving in and out of my drenched snatch. With his fingers rubbing my clit while he fucked me, and his dick hitting all the right spots inside my pussy, I felt another coming edifice between my legs. It wasn't long before I let out a low moan as a tingly orgasm crashed through my body, taking my breath away and making my legs tremble.

Kurt kept pounding away, and a few proceedings later he growled, grabbed my hips with both script, and slammed his sting hard into my bitch, shooting rope 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 semen, forcing his loading to leak out from the position of his irradiation, and drip onto the floor between my stage, where it splashed into Sammy's mess from before. When he finally finished cumming, Kurt slowly pulled his softening cock out of my pussy, helped me up from the table, walked me into the shower where we got cleaned up, then we both went back into the living elbow room to watch over TV.

Before I settled in to ascertain a flick with Kurt, I went out to the dining room and cleaned up the slew on the level, wondering how often this was going to happen in my newly married gang life.

As it turned out, it tended to happen about three metre a hebdomad. Sammy had his pick of wives, and he definitely had his dearie, but between cabaret activities, normal socializing with the gang, biker misstep, and stopping by the house….Sammy managed to get a blowjob from me at least once a calendar week, and he usually got to fuck me about twice a week. It didn't matter where we were, he'd either rip me ( or any of the other married woman ) into a elbow room or hall for a immediate shag, or he'd just walk up to one of us any time the mob was hanging out and pull out his cock for a blowjob. Given the alternative, none of the wives resisted or complained. Some of the guy cable really enjoyed watching Sammy get his hammer sucked or when he fucked one of the married woman. 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"formula"for Kurt and me….in fact we usually had pretty hot and crazy sex after each fourth dimension Sammy came by to fuck me. I thought it seemed odd, but the other gang phallus treated it like it was normal, too, and….as Kurt explained to me when this whole thing began….'them's the rules'.
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