How did I know that was coming? “Sounds kinky.”
“Short little white dress, stockings, garters, small veil.” His penis started to harden.
“Oh goodness.” She blushed. But her hand started stroking him. “You really want me to?”
“Yes. Maybe you can wear something like that here sometime.”
“I'm not going to wear a wedding dress to work.”
“Maybe you can have it on under a coat or something. Or bring it and change.”
That sounded very dirty. She resolved to find something even if they were still two months from the bash. “So you want to fuck me in a wedding dress?”
He growled in lust and pushed her back down onto the couch. “Yes.”
“You want to fuck Jim's bride?”
His thrust caught her by surprise and she gasped at the sudden invasion. Her pussy was filled with Rod's throbbing penis. His thrusts were deep and frantic.
She grabbed onto his butt and pulled. She loved the feel of his muscles working in his butt cheeks as he drove his erection into her pussy. She closed her eyes and drifted, panting, gasping.
“Get something to wear and bring it here.”
“Okay. Are you going to plant your seed in me a third time?”
He grunted, thrusting.
“Plant it. Plant your seed deep. Plant your seed in my womb.”
He cried out, shaking, spurts of his cum squirting into her.
She squeezed the muscles in her pussy and milked his spurting erection, drawing his sperm deep into her.
Carlene said, “Ouch.”
“Sorry, honey.” Jim looked sad. He pulled his fingers away.
“No, I'm sorry. I'm just so sore.” Eight loads in three days, and four of her own orgasms. She was wore out. “Lemme take care of things.”
He laid back as she applied a little oil. “Three loads today, eh?”
She rolled her eyes and blushed. “Yes. The married talk gets him going.” Her hand stroked his erection.
“That's awesome. I'm glad we found someone like that.”
“He even wants me to get a wedding costume for the Halloween bash.”
Jim chuckled. “I like this guy.”
She slapped his arm. “He even wants me to wear it to his trailer.”
“Sounds like fun.”
She slapped his arm again.
“What?” He looked indignant. “What's wrong with making him all hot for you? If he likes all the marriage stuff, feed it to him.”
Why does he have to make sense? “I guess so.”
“You seem a little glum.”
She kept stroking. “He said when the job was done he was going back East.”
“Ah. Shame.”
Insensitive jerk.
“Maybe we could transfer out there.”
“Oh? He means enough to you to pick up and move?”
Yes. “I don't know. He's nice and maybe a change of scenery would be good.”
He raised an eyebrow.
He knew her too well.
“Fine,” she said. “Yes, I want him fucking me and I would miss it.”
His shaft swelled and twitched. “Yeah?”
She stroked his shaft with slow fucking motions. “Yes. And I want him fucking me in a wedding costume.”
He groaned, his hips humping with the stroke of her hand. She marveled that such words could mean so much.
She knew him, too, and raised an eyebrow. A new facet to my onion of a husband? He also has a marriage-thing? “I want him to fuck me and fill me with his load while I wear a wedding dress meant for you.”
She smiled in satisfaction as his sperm shot into the air.
What she didn't know was that the wedding costume was going to bring her intense anguish and suffering.
CHAPTER 14
“How does this look?” Carlene said. She was hooking the garters just beneath the lace hem of the wedding costume. It wasn't really a wedding gown, but a Halloween costume designed to appear as a sexy bride. It was a short single piece zip-up with lace at the neck and short hem. White lace gloves, a short veil, and garters finished the set she bought. She had spent a little more buying some better stockings. The ones with the costume were cheap. She went and bought nicer lace.
The bash was three weeks away.
“Fantastic.” Jim was stroking himself.
“You're impossible.”
“What? I like it.” He waved his erection in her direction.
She strolled over to him, swaying what hips she had. She gripped him and slowly squeezed, then slid her hand along the shaft. “This outfit is for Rod, dear. He's going to fuck me brainless in it.”
Jim moaned.
She knew what he liked now. She knew what he wanted. Two months of constant sex with Rod had shown her some very interesting sides of her husband. And about herself.
He liked her bossy, but not dominating. He wanted her dirty, but sweet. He wanted her trashy, but choosy. And he wanted her pussy filled with other men's cum. But not just any man – only ones who he approved. He had told her one day that if he cut her off from what they were doing, he expected her to understand and agree.
While seemingly submissive, he was actually dominant in what he wanted. But he let her take the reins and play the part.
She stroked slower. “Don't worry, though. I'll come home and let you see his cum dripping out of me.” She knew it would be enough, and it was. She angled his erection to the side as it pulsed and shot his sperm out.
He was grinning.
She chuckled. “You men.”
He winked.
“Okay, help me out of this. I'll take it tomorrow to work and wear it for Rod.”
“My pleasure.”
His fingers were warm and gentle on her skin.
What would Rod think? She figured he would like it. But what would he think of her? She wanted to impress him. She wanted him to be overcome with her. She wanted him to want her, and not just for sex. She thought of him constantly.
Over the last few weeks, she had slowly shifted her sexual routine so that on days she did Rod, she only handled her husband. She claimed to be too sore. She still enjoyed sex with her husband, but she looked forward to being with Rod. She had told Jim a few times that she wanted to save sex for Rod the next day; that she didn't want to be wore out and sore.
When he had raised an eyebrow at her, she had said she might have to cut back on Rod if she wasn't allowed to recuperate. He had backed off and left her alone then.
But she really looked forward to Rod being on her, in her, and filling her. She relished the feel of his muscles and his sexy eyes. She wanted his penis. She wanted him. He hadn't told her he loved her; not yet, anyway.
But he will.
* * *
“Okay,” she said. “You can turn around.”
Rod turned and his eyes blazed with hunger.
Wow, what a sexy look.
“You like?” She spun once.
“Oh, yeah.” He started shrugging out of his clothes.
She lifted the hem of her dress and showed him her trimmed bush. “No panties.”
He growled.
It sent shivers down her spine. Her own lust awakened, flooding her with heat and moisture. She stepped to him and gripped his penis. “My husband wants you to fuck me in my wedding dress.”
He growled louder and turned her, bending her over the desk. Her dress was pulled up and his warm shaft entered her roughly.
She bit back a whimper as he set up a hard pace. “Yes, violate my pussy.”
Gripping her shoulders, he pulled with each thrust.
She moaned loud with each deep thrust. She enjoyed this, but she wanted to see him, to see him above her. To touch his face.
“Your husband wants me to fill your pussy?”
“Yes. Every day. He wants your cum dripping out of me.”
Their gasps and moans took over talking. He thrust deep and hard, as was his style. Her pussy opened for him, accepting
him, taking him as deep as he could go. They worked together in lust, comfortable with each other, knowing what the other wanted.
She grunted and moaned. The desk was skidding along the floor with the force of his thrusts. “Yes, fuck me deep. Shoot your whole load in me. Impregnate me.”
He roared out and pushed hard against her. His penis slid in just so much more and she felt the satisfying spurts of his seed deep inside. He grunted, thrusting against her with each squirt. Then he collapsed over her, panting, his seed seeping out of her.
He got off and stood.
She reached over and picked up her cell phone. Motioning him, she took a picture of her cum-filled pussy with his penis at the entrance. Jim would want to see it later.
“I'll be wearing this at the bash.”
“I'm looking forward to it.” His grin was devious.
“Jim offered you could come back with me to our house afterward.”
He nodded.
She draped her arms around his neck. “I want to spend more time with you.”
He pulled his head back slightly, as if to see her. But she knew. He didn't kiss. It wasn't something he did. He had never kissed her.
* * *
Carlene peeked out the window.
“Nothing?” Jim said.
“Nope, nothing.”
It was the second weekend without a show. The weather was cooler – an unusual cold snap covering the nation.
“What happened to global warming?” she said.
Jim snorted. “Scientists long before the nineties knew we were entering another ice age.”
She didn't answer.
“And they were right.” He thumped back down the stairs.
She fingered the lace of the curtain. What was Rod doing? Was he thinking of her? Was he excited about next Friday and the Halloween bash? Was he going to come home with her and spend the weekend? She had prepped Jim about the eventuality. Her husband would sleep up here in the guest bedroom while she and Rod took the master bedroom.
Her pussy tingled and thrummed with pleasure at the thought of a whole weekend making love to Rod.
She did not see the tragedy that approached.
CHAPTER 15
“Are you sure I look okay?” She smoothed down her wedding costume.
“Carlene, my love, you look wonderful.” Jim arranged her little veil.
“My dress isn't too short?”
He rolled his eyes.
Insensitive jerk. Couldn't he tell I was nervous?
He sighed and rubbed her shoulders. “There's no need to be nervous.”
Jerk, how dare you read my mind.
“Have fun and bring your toy home.”
He's not a toy. He's Rod and I care deeply about him.
“I could come if you want,” he said.
That was new. “You can't. The invitations had to be confirmed two weeks ago.” It was the truth.
He pursed his lips and nodded. “Just try to relax and have fun. It's just a stupid party.”
She knew he hated corporate parties. The Halloween bash brought together BRC employees and the contractors in a booze-filled extravaganza of low lights, costumes and music too loud to facilitate chatter. She figured it was BRC's message saying, “Hey, come celebrate with us, but we really don't want to hear you.” She had no doubt about it.
“One?” he said.
She nodded. “It shuts down at one. Lights go out and they shoo you out like you're vermin in a pantry.”
“Okay, I'll see you sometime before two then.”
She knew he wasn't pressing. He was so sweet.
But she would be ready at any time to leave the party and go with Rod wherever - his home, a motel, someplace out of state; she didn't care. I might not be back tonight at all. I want him to have my pussy. I want him to have me.
She pecked him on the cheek.
The lights were moving and colored. The music was loud. Too loud. People shouted to be heard.
“Coat?” the young door attendant shouted.
She handed him her coat and purse – all valuables and money removed, of course.
Her name tag was handed to her and she pinned it to her wedding costume. Around her were several people in various states of costume – some demure and some absolutely scandalous. She immediately felt better.
She wandered into the hall and noise.
All about her were hundreds of party-goers somehow connected to the BRC Construction Corp. She recognized none of them.
It's the party of my company and I'm a stranger here.
Costumes and faces danced around her, mingled, and shouted to be heard. Faces leaned into ears.
Why couldn’t they turn down the music just a little?
She waved to one of the guys from her office.
A hand gripped her arm and she turned, expecting Rod there. It was Eric, dressed as a pirate. The look on her face must have told him he wasn't welcome to touch her.
“I'm going to have you, tonight,” he said. He had to talk loud and near her ear.
“No, you're not.”
“Your little ass is going to buck on my--”
“No it is not. Where's Rod?”
“Rod? At home.”
“What?”
“Home.”
“He said he was coming.” She jerked her arm out of his grip.
“He never comes to these things; he hates them.”
“He told me he was coming.”
“And you believed him?” He leaned back and laughed, though she didn't hear it too well.
“He promised.”
He shook his head. “I see you're wearing his favorite costume.”
She blushed. “He'll come.”
“No, he won't. Tonight you're wearing that for me.”
“No, I'm not.”
He gripped her arm again. “I'm going to stretch your little asshole open and make you scream. You'll love it.”
She tried to jerk her arm out of his grip, but his fingers were a vice. “Let go, Eric.”
“Is there some kind of problem here?” Some man in a ridiculous pink triangular wig and overalls was leaning between them.
“Shove off, asshole,” Eric said.
“Let go!” Her shout attracted some attention.
Wig stepped closer to Eric and said, “Do you want me to break your fingers taking them off of her or are you going to let her go?”
Her boss suddenly released her, his fingers splayed as if to show he wasn't touching her any more. He scowled at Wig and wandered into the crowd.
“Are you okay, Carlene?”
“What?” She didn't recognize Wig. This isn't Rod.
“Why don't you come sit down and I'll get you a drink. You're shaking.”
She looked at his name tag. It said “RRT Sheetmetal.” One of the contractors, then. Had she met him before? “Okay.”
He led her to a couch unused at the moment. “What are you doing here, anyway?” he said.
“What do you mean? I work for BRC.”
“You do? Really? Huh. What do you drink?”
“Rum, thanks.”
“I'll be right back.”
She looked around as Wig headed to the bar. She couldn't see anyone Rod's height who might be him.
Then Eric was filling her vision.
“Go away.”
“Why not just come with me and get it over with?”
“I'm not going anywhere with you. I'm waiting for Rod.”
“I told you, Rod doesn't come to these things. He was stringing you along.”
“I don't believe you.” But tears threatened her eyes.
“My cock wants to pop your asshole.”
“Go pop some guy's asshole, asshole.”
“What?” He leaned down and gripped her arm.
It hurt. Was he drunk?
“You're not getting anything from me.”
“I'm getting your ass.”
“Go find a guy then. I'm not into it.”
His
sneer turned angry. “Don't make me drag you out of here--”
Her slap caused looks.
Eric straightened abruptly and his hand raised to deliver a backhand.
“Do it and I will make sure your arm is broken and permanently maimed.” Wig was there.
Eric froze and looked around. People were looking. He brought his hand down and straightened his costume. He gave her a look that promised he wasn't done with her, but he left.
Wig handed her the rum. She gulped and tried to stop shaking.
“Aw, Carlene.” He sat next to her. “Where's your husband. Jim, wasn't it?”
How did he know her husband? “He's at home. Do I know you?”
“Yeah, oh.” He looked up at his wig. He removed the silly glasses and the pink wig.
It was Russel, her next-door neighbor. “Russel?”
He laughed and nodded.
“I didn't recognize you under all that hair. What are you supposed to be, anyway? A punk-nerd-farmer?”
He laughed harder and shrugged. “Hell if I know. I just throw stuff on and come get free drinks.”
She looked again at his nametag. “RRT Sheetmetal, oh. Oh. You're RRT Sheetmetal? You?”
“Yeah, why so surprised?”
“I see your bids across my desk all the time, but Oceanview always outbids you.”
“You see the bids?” He raised his eyebrows.
“See them? I select them.”
“Well, I wouldn't mind more than a couple contracts a year--”
“Oh, don't worry, you'll win the next bids I come across. Consider it done.”
“I take it asshole isn't someone you can just brush off?”
“He's my boss.”
Russel whistled. Then he took a drink.
“I was going to meet someone here; do you mind if I sit with you until he comes?”
“He? Not Jim?” His eyebrows climbed his forehead.
She blushed. “Well, he's just a friend and Jim knew he would be escorting me tonight. He hates these things.”
He nodded.
Whew.
“Sure, I'll sit here with you. I was just here for the drinks anyway.”
“Just drinks?”
“Well, and to pass out and be a nuisance.”
She giggled. “Where's Alicia?”
He rolled his eyes. “Dancing.” He waved a hand off towards the dancefloor.
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