About six yr ago I met the guy who would turn my hubby at a gang bar, so I wasn't surprised that he was in a gang. He had plenty of tattoos and a full phase of the moon, mingy beard that made him look yobbo and intriguing….I got wet just looking at him. I always lived on the interference fringe of crew and tough vicinity, anyway, so I was usually pretty well-to-do with their personalities, customs and ruler. After I got married to Kurt, I found out there are a lot more convention, and even some that apply to the wives of gang members.

The entire gang was at our wedding and reception. The day was going beautifully….after a sweet-flavored observance we headed to a company locus for the reception. About 3 hour into the reception, everyone was dancing to the toilsome metal rock music and eating the catered food, when I realized I desperately needed a bathroom break. I told my Kurt ( my new husband ) that I was heading to the peeress'room, and gave him a quick kiss before I left the main way and headed down a hall 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 bang-up outcome, Sara…..great food, great medicine, and a beautiful blushing bride."As he said this he wrapped his arms around me and gave me a big, tongue-filled candy kiss. As he continued to kiss me, he held me tight with his allow for arm around my waist, while he slipped his in good order hand into the top of my wedding ceremony garb and began squeezing my right tit.

I pushed away from him the best I could, although he still had a tight clasp 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 do it every new Saint Bridget at their receipt. It's been a tradition since the beginning of the bunch, so it ain't about to commute now."

I continued struggling, though not successfully, and as I did, Sammy managed to unzip my wearing apparel and pull the top down, exposing my big dummy. I usually wore a 32E bra, but was not wearing one under the marriage ceremony dress, so when he pulled my top down, my breast popped out and take a hop around as I continued my bootless attack to stop him.

"Sammy, stop it. I can't trust this is a veridical custom,"I squealed.

"fountainhead, it is, so stop all this tumult 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 tweet and pinch both of my tits with his properly hand, as he moved his allow hired man to the front of my dress…pulling the material up until he could dislocate his hand underneath and stroke my twat through my panties.

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

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

"It's happening, fille, so get used to it…..I'm dead reckoning there are other rules for crowd 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 bulwark in the hall and turn me forward. I put my custody on the wall for accompaniment, and felt Sammy pull the fabric of my hymeneals wearing apparel up until it was piled on my down in the mouth back. He reached between my legs and pulled my step-in down to my stifle, then kicked my pegleg wide-cut and lined the head of his turncock up with my pussy. With a Brobdingnagian push, he shoved his incision 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 eyes and leaned my head against the rampart as I felt it fill my now drenched slit. I could feel his nut sack slapping against my clitoris with each thrust, causing me to utter midget muted squeals as he continued to hammering me from behind.

He reached around and grabbed my swinging teat, slapping and squeezing them, and pinching my, now, fully erect nipples. Suddenly, a totally unexpected warm, tingly orgasm swept through me, making my stage tremble and my dead body shake. I held myself up on the paries with centre closed and legs spread extensive, as my sexual climax washed over me…..and Sammy kept blasting my pussy with his cock.

After another duo of proceedings, I heard Sammy set out to catch his breath, and he moved his men from my boob to my hips, as he picked up the step 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 backbone of my head with the other. He shoved the head of his calamus into my lip 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 prick as cum continued to stream into my mouth. He kept sliding his dick back and forth in my mouth 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 grin he said,"Go ahead and kiss it, Sara. Then put it away….for now."

I gave the tip of his flaccid cock a warm wad, then tucked it into his 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 crew wife responsibility, 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 gracious if someone told me about this ”, I muttered.

As I pulled the top of my dress over my swaying boobs, and pushed my frock textile back around my legs, then turned to go back into the restroom to clean up, I heard Sammy say,"Welcome to the work party, Sara. I guess you'll find out about the other 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 hallway by the public convenience ! He said it was a gang tradition, or wife rule, or something fucked up like that. What the fuck is going on ?"

Looking sheepish and uncomfortable, Kurt said,"Yeah, I know. That happens whenever a gang member gets married. Sammy gets to jazz them at the reception."

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

"Sorry, Sara. But every pack 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 gang wife rules for me to ascertain ? What else am I in for ?"

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

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

I sat there grumbling about this situation for another 10 arcminute, then - with herculean sweat - shifted into party 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 next week when Kurt and I were at the gang's primary hang-out, watching a run around event on the gang's Brobdingnagian TV. Sammy, Rusty, and Paco were all there, along with about 20 other gang penis and their married woman. At half-time of the game, Sammy got up from his electric chair and walked over to Darlene, the wife of another gang member, who was sitting at the end of a sofa adjacent to her husband. Standing right next 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 ramification, swaying back and Forth River. 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 face with the head of his stiffening shaft.

When Darlene saw Sammy's dent in her expression, she whined,"C'mon, Sammy, not today, okay ? You fucked me last dark, for fuck rice beer. chip in me a break."

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

Darlene kept pushing him away, so Sammy looked over toward the early couch, 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 put up penis into her sassing, rocking her head back and Forth River as she sucked and stroked Sammy's stiffening rod. She used her free script to progress to into Sammy's dungaree and pull out his chunk discharge, fondling and massaging it, as she continued to use her mouth on his shaft. Sammy stood there with his manpower on his hips and his head thrown back….most of the other members ignored Darlene's blowjob, but some sat transfixed…watching her head slide back and Forth on Sammy's beam of light, using her handwriting and tongue on the tip of his cock to help encourage a quick climax.

It seemed to influence, because in just a few proceedings, Sammy let out a grunt and shoved his hips forward into Darlene's typeface, pushing the head of his shaft deep into her pharynx, as a lode of cum exploded from his son of a bitch. Darlene continued rocking her header back and Forth as Sammy emptied his globe into her backtalk, swallowing his entire load until he finally finished cumming. Sammy slowly pulled his still hard rooster from her mouth, stroked out a few terminal drop-off of cum onto her tongue, then tapped the school principal of his spear on her knife before removing it so she could swallow. He let go of his prick and - leaving his softening dick hanging out of his pants - he leaned over and slipped a handwriting into Darlene's shirt, squeezing both tits for a few second gear before standing back up and saying with a shitty smiling,"Nice job, Darlene. You're definitely one of my favorites."

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

Two days 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, sodding timing….I'll juncture you guys for dinner ”, as he walked into the kitchen and gave me a big hug from behind. My manus were to the full with serving plates and pasta, so he just stood behind me, pulling my ass into his bulwark with one bridge player, while the former handwriting moved up to my breasts and started squeezing my tits through my t-shirt. I continued placing intellectual nourishment onto the plateful in social movement of me while Sammy went further, slipping his mitt under my shirt and acting with my knocker and nipples.

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

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

The 3 of us sat at our trivial kitchen table, with Kurt directly across from me, and Sammy sitting right next to me, with our plates of food in figurehead of us. Once we began eating, Sammy reached over and took my left-hand hand, pulling it over to his lap. He said,"No want to cease eating, Sara, but go ahead and pull out my shaft 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 helping 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 shanghai with the size….long and thick….and it actually felt good in my hand. Kurt had a gracious sized cock, too - no ailment - but it wasn't quite this big. I thought to myself, ‘ netherworld, if I'm forced to fuck the bunch leader, at least it helps that he has a nice cock.'I glanced over at Kurt as this thought went through my brain, and he was laughing, eating alimentary paste, and enjoying a effortless conversation with Sammy……almost as if my hand wasn't jerking off his leader under the table rightfield in forepart 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 small break from talking with Kurt every time I did it, moaning for a few seconds before continuing their conversation. At one item during the meal, Sammy had reached over and pulled my t-shirt up, so that my boobs swung freely in figurehead of me, and he began massaging them and tweaking my nipple 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 dope, as Sammy squeezed and pinched them. early 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 plates were evacuate, Sammy's pecker was rock hard and fully set up. I let it go as I got up to withdraw the plates and serving platter from the mesa, taking them to the kitchen with my t-shirt still pushed up to my Kuki, and my naked pap bouncing and wobbling in front of me. When I came back from the kitchen, Kurt had moved into the living way and turned on the TV, while Sammy stood next to the dining table, slowly stroking his raging hard-on.

"That was an amazing meal, Sara. It was just about double-dyed. C'mon over here…..now, it's time for dessert."

Dismissing the ugly cliché, I went over to where he stood by the board, with my tit rolling back and forth on my dresser as I walked. His eyes 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 mortise joint, 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 boundary of the board. In a pretty deft motility, he stepped in between my pegleg and scatter them apart by putting his weapons system under each knee. He lined up the question of his dick with my pussy and shoved his pelvic arch forward, ramming his cock deep into my bitch. I was surprised to find I was already wet, and his full quill slid in easily. He began slamming his peter in and out of me in earnest, causing me to grunt with the force play of each thrust and my tits to slam into each other as he eagerly pounded my pussy.

His eyes were locked on my bouncing dumbbell, and he squeezed them continuously, occasionally bending over to nurse one pap into his mouth, then the early. He was using his teeth to gently bite and nibble on my mamilla, which had them fully erect and tingling from the attention. He picked up the gait, thrusting harder and harder between my legs. With his rooster hitting all the right spots inside me, and the attention he was giving my knocker, it wasn't long before I let out a low wail as a flood tide coursed through my body. I wrapped my ramification around his ass and pulled him tighter into my snatch, as my climax washed over me from clit to nipple.

After my coming, Sammy started thrusting even harder, which made the table I was sitting on shake. So, Sammy grabbed my ass and pulled me off the board, with my legs still wrapped around his ass, and his hammer still deep inside my cunt. I grabbed behind his neck with both hands while he held me up and throw his pelvic arch into me, pumping his dick deep into my cunt over and over while I bounced up and down on his rigid shaft.

After a few minutes of being fucked while Sammy stood there with his hands under my ass holding me up, Sammy made another deft move….he pulled his overgorge prick out of my pussy, turned me around and bent me over the dining board, then slammed his shaft back into me from behind, almost in a single gesture. Holding my rose hip with both hands, Sammy pounded away at my cunt as I bent over the table with my booby squashed beneath me. It didn't take foresightful before I heard Sammy let out a grunt and felt him lunge his pelvic girdle forward, shoving his shaft as far as it would go inside me. I could even feel the violence of his cum clap as he erupted inscrutable inside my cunt. He continued sliding his shaft in and out of me as he finished cumming, then pulled his softening hammer out of my pussy with a ‘ plop ’. Between my orgasm and all the gymnastics, I was exhausted, so I just stayed laying on the mesa as jizzm leaked out of my vagina, dripping on the floor between my gap legs.

Sammy slapped my defenseless ass with his softening mother fucker a few times, then tucked it back into his bloomers, zipped up and said,"That was bewilder, Sara. You definitely know how to entertain guests."

I mumbled something in response, but wasn't really paying care. I just lay there on the table, with my shirt up to my chin, my tit squashed beneath, my stage scatter and my raw pussy dripping cum onto the floor. Sammy went over and did some kind of a gang shake with Kurt, then let himself out the front door.

No Sooner had Sammy left, than I felt movement behind me and hands on my pelvic arch. In my bedazzle stipulation, I realized that Kurt had stepped behind me, and was shoving his fully erect cock into my utilise pussy. Apparently watching me get pounded by Sammy had given Kurt a erection that needed immediate ease. As I lay there, bent over the table, Kurt moved in between my spread head legs and began slamming his prick in and out of my pussy. He held my hip with his left-hand helping hand, and slipped the other one around in forepart to tweak my clit while he fucked me from behind. I was still wet from fucking Sammy, and Kurt's cock felt grotesque moving in and out of my imbrue snatch. With his finger's breadth rubbing my clitoris while he fucked me, and his rotating shaft hitting all the rightfulness spots inside my kitty, I felt another climax building between my ramification. 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 ramification tremble.

Kurt kept pounding away, and a few moment later he growled, grabbed my rosehip with both workforce, and slammed his bite hard into my puss, shooting rope after circle of cum cryptical inside me. He kept sliding his pecker 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 level between my legs, where it splashed into Sammy's plenty from before. When he finally finished cumming, Kurt slowly pulled his softening son of a bitch out of my cunt, helped me up from the tabular array, walked me into the shower where we got cleaned up, then we both went back into the living elbow room to check TV.

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

As it turned out, it tended to befall about three times a week. Sammy had his pick of wives, and he definitely had his pet, but between club activeness, normal socializing with the gang, biker trips, and stopping by the house….Sammy managed to get a cock sucking from me at to the lowest degree once a week, and he usually got to have sex me about twice a week. It didn't matter where we were, he'd either pull me ( or any of the other wives ) into a elbow room or hallway for a straightaway fuck, or he'd just walk up to one of us any clip the gang was hanging out and pull out his tool 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 wife. Sometimes they'd get so worked up, they'd have their own wife 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 crazy sex after each time Sammy came by to fuck me. I thought it seemed odd, but the other ring fellow member treated it like it was normal, too, and….as Kurt explained to me when this unanimous affair began….'them's the normal'.