About six yr ago I met the guy who would become my husband at a gang bar, so I wasn't surprised that he was in a gang. He had plenty of tattoos and a full, tight whiskers that made him reckon tough and intriguing….I got wet just looking at him. I always lived on the fringes of gangs and tough neck of the woods, anyway, so I was usually pretty comfortable with their personalities, tradition and ruler. After I got married to Kurt, I found out there are a lot more regulation, and even some that apply to the wives of gang members.

The entire gang was at our wedding and response. The day was going beautifully….after a sweetened ceremony we headed to a political party locale for the receipt. About 3 hours into the reception, everyone was dancing to the great metal rock music and eating the catered nutrient, when I realized I desperately needed a lavatory break. I told my Kurt ( my new married man ) that I was heading to the noblewoman'room, and gave him a quick buss before I left the primary elbow room and headed down a hall to the sewer. After finishing up, I opened the door of the restroom 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 enceinte result, 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 buss. As he continued to osculate me, he held me closely with his left arm around my waistline, while he slipped his right script into the top of my wedding party apparel and began squeezing my compensate tit.

I pushed away from him the safe I could, although he still had a soaked grip on my waist, so I wasn't going anywhere….."What the screw, Sammy ? I just got married. Inferno, we're still at the reception ! !"

"I know, Sara….that's one of our work party regulation. The leader 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 switch now."

I continued struggling, though not successfully, and as I did, Sammy managed to unzip my dress and deplume the top down, exposing my big boobs. I usually wore a 32E bra, but was not wearing one under the wedding dress, so when he pulled my top down, my breast popped out and bounced around as I continued my futile attempt to kibosh him.

"Sammy, block off it. I can't trust this is a real custom,"I squealed.

"wellspring, it is, so stop all this commotion 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 police lieutenant involved, so I grudgingly let Sammy squeeze and pinch both of my tits with his good hand, as he moved his exit bridge player to the front of my dress…pulling the stuff up until he could err his hand underneath and stroke my pussy through my panties.

He locked onto my lips again in a harsh, tongue-filled candy kiss, while his powerful hand pulled my panties aside and he slid 2 finger's breadth into my bitch. He started sliding his finger into and out of my pussy, using his pollex to flicker 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 other rules for gang wife 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 paries for living, and felt Sammy pull the textile of my wedding dress up until it was piled on my depleted back. He reached between my legs and pulled my panties down to my genu, then kicked my legs encompassing and lined the read/write head of his pecker up with my pussy. With a huge energy, he shoved his prick into me with a grunt, then started slamming it in and out of me like a pneumatic hammer. I was surprised at how big it was, and I closed my eyes and leaned my question against the wall as I felt it fill my now drenched cunt. I could feel his nut paper bag slapping against my clitoris with each jabbing, causing me to emit tiny muffled squeals as he continued to pound me from behind.

He reached around and grabbed my swinging titmouse, slapping and squeezing them, and pinching my, now, fully erect nipples. Suddenly, a totally unexpected warm, tingly orgasm swept through me, making my pegleg tremble and my organic structure shake. I held myself up on the wall with eyes closed and branch spread broad, as my climax washed over me…..and Sammy kept blasting my cunt with his cock.

After another couple of minute of arc, I heard Sammy begin to captivate his intimation, and he moved his helping hand from my boobs to my pelvic girdle, as he picked up the tread and appeared to be close to a climax. All of sudden, he spun me around and pushed me to my knee, as he grabbed his cock with one hand and the back of my head with the other. He shoved the straits of his shot into my sassing just as he exploded, sending stream of cum down my pharynx. I had no choice….I swallowed all of it, then sucked and stroked his dick as cum continued to pour into my mouth. He kept sliding his dick back and Forth River in my mouthpiece until he finished cumming, then slowly pulled it out, leaving it dangling in front end of my face as he stood there catching his breath.

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

I gave the tip of his flaccid cock a promptly 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 bunch married woman 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 overnice if someone told me about this ”, I muttered.

As I pulled the top of my dress over my swaying boobs, and pushed my dress material back around my legs, then turned to go back into the restroom to clean up, I heard Sammy say,"Welcome to the crowd, Sara. I guess you'll find out about the other crowd wife normal 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 hallway by the toilet facility ! He said it was a crew custom, or married woman ruler, 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 member gets married. Sammy gets to fuck them at the reception."

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

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

I shook my read/write head and said,"So, what was Sammy talking about when he said there were more bunch wife formula for me to teach ? What else am I in for ?"

Looking even more sheepish, Kurt said,"Well…..basically…..being the gang leader, Sammy can fuck any crowd married woman any time he wants. If they resist, then Rusty and Paco hold 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 place, sanctum, holy place nookie, Kurt. When the hell were you gon na tell me about this ?"

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

It started the side by side calendar week when Kurt and I were at the ring's main hang-out, watching a sporting upshot on the crew's huge TV. Sammy, Rusty, and Paco were all there, along with about 20 other work party members and their married woman. At half-time of the biz, Sammy got up from his chair and walked over to Darlene, the wife of another mob penis, who was sitting at the end of a sofa next to her married man. Standing right following to the arm of the sofa, 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 nudge Darlene's cheek with it, causing her to plow her head to see what was up, and he gently slapped her in the side with the header of his stiffening shaft.

When Darlene saw Sammy's mother fucker in her nerve, she whined,"C'mon, Sammy, not today, okay ? You fucked me lastly night, for fuck sake. Give me a break."

"You know how this works, Darlene…open up,"Sammy said as he kept nudging her oral cavity with the fountainhead 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 vertical penis into her mouth, rocking her top dog back and Forth River as she sucked and stroked Sammy's stiffening rod. She used her devoid hand to reach into Sammy's jeans and pull out his ball sack, fondling and massaging it, as she continued to use her mouth on his dick. Sammy stood there with his hands on his hips and his head thrown back….most of the other appendage ignored Darlene's blowjob, but some sat transfixed…watching her point slide back and Forth on Sammy's shaft, using her hand and lingua on the tip of his tool to serve encourage a quick climax.

It seemed to figure out, because in just a few proceedings, Sammy let out a grunt and shoved his hips forward into Darlene's face, pushing the head of his shaft deep into her throat, as a load of cum exploded from his SOB. Darlene continued rocking her head back and Forth as Sammy emptied his balls into her oral cavity, swallowing his entire encumbrance until he finally finished cumming. Sammy slowly pulled his still severely cock from her mouth, stroked out a few last pearl of cum onto her tongue, then tapped the head of his cock on her spit before removing it so she could swallow. He let go of his tool 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 endorsement before standing back up and saying with a icky smiling,"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 daytime later, the"rules"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 door. As I continued finishing and serving the meal in the kitchen, Kurt went to serve the door, and returned with Sammy in tow.

Sammy said,"Hey, gross timing….I'll join you guys for dinner ”, as he walked into the kitchen and gave me a big hug from behind. My hands were full with serving plates and pasta, so he just stood behind me, pulling my ass into his bulwark with one hand, while the early hired hand moved up to my chest and started squeezing my tits through my T-shirt. I continued placing nutrient onto the crustal plate in front of me while Sammy went further, slipping his men under my shirt and playing with my tit and nipples.

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

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

The 3 of us sat at our little kitchen table, with Kurt directly across from me, and Sammy sitting right succeeding to me, with our photographic plate of food in front end of us. Once we began eating, Sammy reached over and took my left hand, pulling it over to his lap. He said,"No need to stop feeding, Sara, but go ahead and pull out my cock 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 hired man 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 dear in my hand. Kurt had a decent size dick, too - no complaints - but it wasn't quite this big. I thought to myself, ‘ Hell, if I'm forced to fuck the gang leader, at least it helps that he has a nice cock.'I glanced over at Kurt as this thought went through my creative thinker, and he was laughing, eating alimentary paste, and enjoying a fooling conversation with Sammy……almost as if my paw wasn't jerking off his leader under the tabular array right in social movement of him.

As I continued pumping Sammy's stiffening rod, I focused on the head sometimes, which Sammy seemed to like, because he'd look at a small break from talking with Kurt every time I did it, moaning for a few indorsement before continuing their conversation. At one point during the meal, Sammy had reached over and pulled my tee shirt up, so that my boobs swung freely in forepart of me, and he began massaging them and tweaking my pap as he continued chatting with Kurt and eating his alimentary paste. Kurt never blinked an eye. Every once in a spell I'd catch him eyeing my swaying dummy, 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 peter under the table, while I ate my alimentary paste with the other.

By the time our plates were evacuate, Sammy's cock was rock hard and fully set up. I let it go as I got up to remove the plates and serving platter from the table, taking them to the kitchen with my jersey still pushed up to my chin, and my naked tits bouncing and wobbling in battlefront of me. When I came back from the kitchen, Kurt had moved into the living room and turned on the TV, while Sammy stood succeeding to the dining table, slowly stroking his raging hard-on.

"That was an perplex meal, Sara. It was just about perfect. C'mon over here…..now, it's prison term for dessert."

Dismissing the frightful cliché, I went over to where he stood by the table, with my dumbbell rolling back and Forth on my chest as I walked. His centre were laser focused on my wobbling tits as I walked over to him, and when I was close enough, he unzipped my shorts and pulled them down to my articulatio talocruralis, along with my pantie. 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 bound of the table. In a pretty deft move, he stepped in between my stage and diffuse them apart by putting his arms under each knee. He lined up the head of his prick with my pussy and shoved his hips forward, ramming his cock deep into my cunt. I was surprised to find I was already wet, and his entire shaft slid in easily. He began slamming his peter in and out of me in earnest, causing me to grunt with the force of each thrust 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 pap into his mouth, then the other. He was using his tooth to gently bite and nibble on my teat, which had them fully erect and tingling from the attention. He picked up the gait, thrusting harder and harder between my wooden leg. With his cock hitting all the right spots inside me, and the attention he was giving my tits, it wasn't long before I let out a low lamentation as a climax coursed through my body. I wrapped my legs around his ass and pulled him tighter into my kitty-cat, as my orgasm washed over me from clit to nipple.

After my climax, Sammy started thrusting even harder, which made the table I was sitting on handshaking. So, Sammy grabbed my ass and pulled me off the table, with my legs still wrapped around his ass, and his tool still deep inside my cunt. I grabbed behind his neck with both hired man while he held me up and stuff his coxa into me, pumping his putz deep into my cunt over and over while I bounced up and down on his inflexible shaft.

After a few transactions of being fucked while Sammy stood there with his hands under my ass holding me up, Sammy made another deft move….he pulled his engorged prick out of my kitty-cat, turned me around and crouch me over the dining table, then slammed his cock back into me from posterior, almost in a ace motion. Holding my hips with both hands, Sammy pounded away at my cunt as I bent over the mesa with my boobs squashed beneath me. It didn't take long before I heard Sammy let out a grunt and felt him thrust his coxa forward, shoving his son of a bitch as far as it would go inside me. I could even palpate the force of his cum blast as he erupted deep inside my cunt. He continued sliding his jibe in and out of me as he finished cumming, then pulled his softening pecker out of my pussy with a ‘ plop ’. Between my coming 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 spread legs.

Sammy slapped my nude ass with his softening dickhead a few time, then tucked it back into his pants, zipped up and said,"That was astonishing, Sara. You definitely have a go at it how to harbour guests."

I mumbled something in response, but wasn't really paying attention. I just lay there on the mesa, with my shirt up to my mentum, my tit squashed beneath, my legs spread and my naked pussy dripping cum onto the floor. Sammy went over and did some kind of a gang handshaking with Kurt, then let himself out the straw man door.

No Sooner had Sammy left, than I felt movement behind me and bridge player on my rose hip. In my dazed status, I realized that Kurt had stepped behind me, and was shoving his fully erect tool into my used 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 spread wooden leg and began slamming his prick in and out of my kitty-cat. He held my hip with his left manus, and slipped the former 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 marvellous moving in and out of my drenched puss. With his fingerbreadth rubbing my button while he fucked me, and his gibe hitting all the good spots inside my pussycat, I felt another climax building between my leg. It wasn't long before I let out a low groan as a tingly coming crashed through my trunk, taking my breathing spell away and making my wooden leg tremble.

Kurt kept pounding away, and a few arcminute later he growled, grabbed my hips with both hands, and slammed his prick hard into my cunt, shooting rope after rope of cum deep inside me. He kept sliding his dick in and out of me as he continued blasting my pussy with more cum, forcing his load to leak out from the sides of his shaft, and drip onto the floor between my legs, where it splashed into Sammy's mass from before. When he finally finished cumming, Kurt slowly pulled his softening prick out of my slit, helped me up from the table, walked me into the shower where we got cleaned up, then we both went back into the living room to determine TV.

Before I settled in to look on a movie with Kurt, I went out to the dining room and cleaned up the mess on the floor, wondering how often this was going to hap in my newly married mob life.

As it turned out, it tended to encounter about three clip a week. Sammy had his pick of wives, and he definitely had his favorites, but between golf-club bodily function, normal socializing with the pack, biker trips, and stopping by the house….Sammy managed to get a blowjob from me at to the lowest degree once a calendar week, and he usually got to eff me about twice a workweek. It didn't matter where we were, he'd either root for me ( or any of the early wife ) into a room or hallway for a quick fuck, or he'd just walk up to one of us any time the gang was hanging out and rip out his cock for a blowjob. Given the alternative, none of the wives 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 married woman suck them off while they watched Sammy in action.

Eventually, it just became"convention"for Kurt and me….in fact we usually had pretty hot and looney sex after each time Sammy came by to have intercourse me. I thought it seemed odd, but the early bunch members treated it like it was formula, too, and….as Kurt explained to me when this whole thing began….'them's the rules'.