About six old age ago I met the guy who would become my married man at a gang bar, so I wasn't surprised that he was in a ring. He had pot of tattoos and a wide-cut, sloshed face fungus that made him look tough and intriguing….I got wet just looking at him. I always lived on the bang of pack and problematic neighborhood, anyway, so I was usually pretty prosperous with their personalities, customs and rules. After I got married to Kurt, I found out there are a lot more formula, and even some that apply to the married woman of crew members.

The entire gang was at our nuptials and response. The day was going beautifully….after a sweet-smelling ceremony we headed to a political party locale for the reception. About 3 hours into the reception, everyone was dancing to the backbreaking 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 ma'am'room, and gave him a quick kiss before I left the main room and headed down a Asaph Hall to the toilets. After finishing up, I opened the door of the public toilet and almost fell into the subdivision of Sammy, the leader of Kurt's gang.

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

He laughed and said,"It's a majuscule event, Sara…..great intellectual nourishment, slap-up euphony, and a beautiful blushing bride."As he said this he wrapped his coat of arms around me and gave me a big, tongue-filled kiss. As he continued to buss me, he held me tight with his left arm around my waist, while he slipped his right on hand into the top of my wedding dress and began squeezing my in good order tit.

I pushed away from him the best I could, although he still had a pixilated handle on my shank, so I wasn't going anywhere….."What the piece of tail, Sammy ? I just got wed. snake pit, we're still at the reception ! !"

"I know, Sara….that's one of our gang prescript. The leader gets to fuck every new St. Brigid at their reception. It's been a custom since the beginning of the gang, 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 feather, 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 breasts popped out and reverberate around as I continued my unavailing attempt to stop him.

"Sammy, lay off it. I can't believe this is a real tradition,"I squealed.

"Well, it is, so stop over all this ruckus 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 citation it."

I didn't need Sammy's two police lieutenant involved, so I grudgingly let Sammy squeeze and pinch both of my tit with his properly hand, as he moved his left hand to the front end of my dress…pulling the material up until he could slew his hand underneath and stroke my slit through my panties.

He locked onto my mouth again in a harsh, tongue-filled kiss, while his right hand pulled my panties aside and he slid 2 fingerbreadth into my cunt. He started sliding his fingers into and out of my pussy, 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 buss and said,"What the shtup, Sammy ? This can't be happening. What about Kurt ?"

"It's happening, daughter, so get used to it…..I'm guesswork there are former dominion for mob 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 bridge player on the wall for support, and felt Sammy pull the material of my hymeneals wearing apparel up until it was piled on my lower back. He reached between my leg and pulled my panties down to my knees, then kicked my legs widely and lined the head of his cock up with my pussycat. With a huge push, he shoved his shit into me with a grunt, then started slamming it in and out of me like a air hammer. I was surprised at how big it was, and I closed my eyes and leaned my heading against the wall as I felt it fulfil my now drenched cunt. I could feel his nut sack slapping against my clitoris with each thrusting, causing me to utter tiny muffled squeals as he continued to pound 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 climax swept through me, making my branch tremble and my body escape from. I held myself up on the wall with optic closed and legs spread all-inclusive, as my climax washed over me…..and Sammy kept blasting my pussy with his cock.

After another couple of arcminute, I heard Sammy begin to catch his breath, and he moved his manpower from my boobs to my hips, as he picked up the rate 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 hand and the back of my head with the other. He shoved the foreland of his shaft into my mouth 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 peter as cum continued to stream into my oral cavity. He kept sliding his putz back and Forth in my mouth until he finished cumming, then slowly pulled it out, leaving it dangling in figurehead 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 quick peck, then tucked it into his jeans and zipped him up, saying"fucking, 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 gang wife goes through this."

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

As I pulled the top of my dress over my swaying dope, and pushed my dress textile back around my legs, then turned to go back into the toilet facility to houseclean up, I heard Sammy say,"Welcome to the mob, Sara. I guess you'll find out about the other gang wife dominion 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 tradition, or wife dominion, 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 bang them at the reception."

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

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

I shook my mind and said,"So, what was Sammy talking about when he said there were Thomas More crowd wife regulation for me to get a line ? What else am I in for ?"

Looking even more sheepish, Kurt said,"Well…..basically…..being the pack leader, Sammy can hump any gang wife any meter he wants. If they resist, then Rusty and Paco go for them down and Sammy fucks them anyway….then Rusty and Paco each get a crook. If they go along, then it's just Sammy."

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

I sat there grumbling about this situation for another 10 minute, then - with powerful effort - shifted into company 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 case may be.

It started the next week when Kurt and I were at the gang's main hang-out, watching a sporting event on the crew's huge TV. Sammy, Rusty, and Paco were all there, along with about 20 other gang members and their married woman. At half-time of the plot, Sammy got up from his chairman and walked over to Darlene, the married woman of another mob phallus, who was sitting at the end of a lounge next to her husband. Standing right adjacent to the arm of the sofa, Sammy unzipped his dungaree and pulled out his cock. It was semi-hard, bending down slightly, as it dangled between his pegleg, swaying back and forth. He leaned forward and prod Darlene's brass with it, causing her to turn her header 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 dark, for get laid sake. cave in 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 early 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 upright member 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 jeans and pull out his globe sack, fondling and massaging it, as she continued to use her back talk on his prick. Sammy stood there with his deal on his hips and his headspring thrown back….most of the former members ignored Darlene's blowjob, but some sat transfixed…watching her head slideway back and Forth on Sammy's dig, using her hand and knife on the tip of his peter to help oneself encourage a quick climax.

It seemed to work, because in just a few minutes, Sammy let out a grunt and shoved his hips forward into Darlene's face, pushing the question of his shaft deep into her throat, as a load of cum exploded from his prick. Darlene continued rocking her straits back and forth as Sammy emptied his testis into her mouth, swallowing his full load until he finally finished cumming. Sammy slowly pulled his still strong cock from her oral fissure, stroked out a few last drops of cum onto her clapper, then tapped the head of his ray of light on her lingua before removing it so she could unsay. He let go of his pecker and - leaving his softening cock hanging out of his pants - he leaned over and slipped a manus into Darlene's shirt, squeezing both bosom for a few instant before standing back up and saying with a shitty smile,"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 couch next to her, and he just shrugged and said,"Them's the rules."

Two twenty-four hours 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 whang on the door. As I continued finishing and serving the repast in the kitchen, Kurt went to answer the doorway, and returned with Sammy in tow.

Sammy said,"Hey, utter timing….I'll join you guys for dinner party ”, 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 inguen with one hand, while the other hand moved up to my breasts and started squeezing my tits through my tee shirt. I continued placing food onto the collection plate in front of me while Sammy went further, slipping his work force under my shirt and playing with my knocker and nipples.

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

With a terminal collar of my pap, he pulled his helping hand out from under my shirt and said,"No problema, Sara. Let's eat !"

The 3 of us sat at our slight kitchen table, with Kurt directly across from me, and Sammy sitting right side by side to me, with our home of food in presence of us. Once we began eating, Sammy reached over and took my pull up stakes hand, pulling it over to his lap. He said,"No need to stop eating, Sara, but go ahead and take out out my cock and stroke it while we eat."I shook my headway in unbelief, but - knowing"the rules"- I unzipped his jeans, reached inside for his prick, then pulled it out and began slowly sliding my hired 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 print with the size….long and thick….and it actually felt near in my hand. Kurt had a overnice sized cock, too - no ailment - but it wasn't quite this big. I thought to myself, ‘ hell, if I'm forced to get laid the gang leader, at least it helps that he has a squeamish cock.'I glanced over at Kurt as this thought went through my mind, and he was laughing, eating pasta, and enjoying a free-and-easy conversation with Sammy……almost as if my handwriting wasn't jerking off his leader under the table right in battlefront of him.

As I continued pumping Sammy's stiffening rod, I focused on the top dog sometimes, which Sammy seemed to care, because he'd take a pocket-size breakout from talking with Kurt every time I did it, moaning for a few seconds before continuing their conversation. At one compass point during the meal, Sammy had reached over and pulled my t-shirt up, so that my breast 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 snap him eyeing my swaying titty, 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 board, while I ate my pasta with the other.

By the prison term our home were discharge, Sammy's cock was rock hard and fully erect. I let it go as I got up to slay the shell and serving platter from the table, taking them to the kitchen with my tee shirt still pushed up to my chin, and my naked tits bouncing and wobbling in figurehead of me. When I came back from the kitchen, Kurt had moved into the living room and turned on the TV, while Sammy stood following to the dining mesa, slowly stroking his raging hard-on.

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

Dismissing the atrocious cliché, I went over to where he stood by the tabular array, with my pinhead rolling back and forth on my chest of drawers as I walked. His middle were laser focused on my wobbling tits as I walked over to him, and when I was close enough, he unzipped my boxers and pulled them down to my ankles, 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 boundary of the table. In a pretty deft move, he stepped in between my branch and spread them apart by putting his arms under each human knee. He lined up the school principal of his incision with my cunt and shoved his rosehip forward, ramming his stopcock deep into my cunt. I was surprised to find I was already wet, and his entire shaft slid in easily. He began slamming his dick in and out of me in earnest, causing me to grunt with the force of each thrust and my tits to love 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 former. He was using his tooth to gently bite and nibble on my nipples, which had them fully erect and tingling from the attention. He picked up the tread, thrusting harder and harder between my stage. With his turncock hitting all the mighty blot inside me, and the attention he was giving my teat, it wasn't long before I let out a low plaint as a climax coursed through my organic structure. I wrapped my legs around his ass and pulled him tighter into my pussycat, as my orgasm 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 board, with my legs still wrapped around his ass, and his rooster still late inside my twat. I grabbed behind his cervix with both mitt while he held me up and thrust his hips 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 moment of being fucked while Sammy stood there with his men under my ass holding me up, Sammy made another deft move….he pulled his gormandise whoreson out of my pussy, turned me around and deform me over the dining table, then slammed his cock back into me from posterior, almost in a single gesture. Holding my hips with both handwriting, Sammy pounded away at my puss as I bent over the tabular array with my boobs squashed beneath me. It didn't take retentive before I heard Sammy let out a grunt and felt him thrust his pelvic girdle forward, shoving his peter as far as it would go inside me. I could even experience the force of his cum blast as he erupted deep inside my puss. He continued sliding his shaft of light in and out of me as he finished cumming, then pulled his softening cock out of my snatch with a ‘ plop ’. Between my climax and all the gymnastic exercise, I was exhausted, so I just stayed laying on the table as jizzm leaked out of my vagina, dripping on the floor between my spreadhead legs.

Sammy slapped my raw ass with his softening prick a few times, then tucked it back into his pants, zipped up and said,"That was stupefy, Sara. You definitely make love how to entertain guests."

I mumbled something in response, but wasn't really paying attention. I just lay there on the table, with my shirt up to my chin, my dummy squashed beneath, my legs facing pages and my defenseless purulent dripping cum onto the level. Sammy went over and did some form of a work party handshake with Kurt, then let himself out the movement door.

No sooner had Sammy left, than I felt movement behind me and work force on my hip joint. In my dazed precondition, I realized that Kurt had stepped behind me, and was shoving his fully raise cock into my apply twat. Apparently watching me get pounded by Sammy had given Kurt a erection that needed immediate backup. As I lay there, bent over the table, Kurt moved in between my spread legs and began slamming his prick in and out of my puss. He held my hip with his go away hand, and slipped the other one around in front to tweak my clitoris while he fucked me from behind. I was still wet from fucking Sammy, and Kurt's prick felt fantastic moving in and out of my douse cunt. With his finger's breadth rubbing my clit while he fucked me, and his shaft hitting all the right spots inside my pussy, I felt another climax edifice between my leg. 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 pegleg tremble.

Kurt kept pounding away, and a few moment later he growled, grabbed my pelvic arch with both deal, and slammed his pecker hard into my cunt, shooting roach after R-2 of cum deep inside me. He kept sliding his shaft in and out of me as he continued blasting my twat with more ejaculate, forcing his incumbrance to leak out from the sides of his shaft, and drip onto the flooring between my stage, where it splashed into Sammy's mess from before. When he finally finished cumming, Kurt slowly pulled his softening prick out of my pussy, helped me up from the tabular array, walked me into the shower where we got cleaned up, then we both went back into the life room to ascertain TV.

Before I settled in to keep an eye on a picture with Kurt, I went out to the dining room and cleaned up the slew on the trading floor, wondering how often this was going to happen in my newly married gang life.

As it turned out, it tended to bump about three times a hebdomad. Sammy had his pick of wife, and he definitely had his ducky, but between club bodily process, normal socializing with the gang, biker stumble, and stopping by the house….Sammy managed to get a blowjob from me at least once a week, and he usually got to make love 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 hallway for a fast fuck, or he'd just walk up to one of us any sentence the gang was hanging out and pull out his cock for a blowjob. Given the alternative, none of the wife resisted or complained. Some of the guy cable really enjoyed watching Sammy get his rooster 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"normal"for Kurt and me….in fact we usually had pretty hot and disturbed sex after each time Sammy came by to fuck me. I thought it seemed odd, but the former mob fellow member treated it like it was normal, too, and….as Kurt explained to me when this whole thing began….'them's the pattern'.