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 YOUR WIFE
   Jane her name was, well is I suppose.  It isn't her real name but it's
not far off being her real name.  She's basically a nymphomaniac.
   I bumped into him by chance and he invited me to his wedding.  We hadn't
known each other that well, hadn't really been good friends but I think he
just got caught up in the moment when we met by chance in a pub one day. 
And she was with him.
   Vicar's daughter, gawky looking thing she was and she had rather
prominent teeth.  Not the most attractive of womanhood but I wouldn't go so
far as to comment rudely.  She had that almost no figure form and her long
hair was lank and mousey.
   He'd been her first and although it hadn't been the best of experiences
for her, it was enough to open the gates.  She was 22 at that time.  She
told me all this herself later, but not much later.
   I was invited to the stag night but had to refuse due to another
arrangement ans that was when she had laughed and said, "well you can come
to my hen night instead then," and she'd mentioned the venue.  Oh yes we
had a laugh about that and I think he'd said something sarcastic like "yeah
I'm sure he'd really love that."
   So I went but of course he didn't know and to be honest I really believe
she was surprised at first when I showed up.
   She couldn't handle her drink that was for sure but all her mates were a
bit pissed when I arrived and they were nice to me once it was explained
who I was.  I had to sit next to Jane of course, they all insisted on that.
   ".............it's her last night of freedom..........go on Jane kiss
him, we won't tell...................go on, kiss her...............shall we
make him strip off for her......................."
   All good natured meaningless shit of course but funnily enough Jane was
holding my hand.  She was drunk of course, giggling her head off.  We
weren't so much playing footsie and fingers and handsy.  At one point her
hand slipped into my crotch.
   I had to go to the pisser at one point and when I came out who should I
find waiting in the corridor but giggly Jane.  She wasn't giggling though,
she just swayed over, through her arms round me and stuck her tongue down
my throat.
   "Are you alright," I said when she unplugged herself to which she
replied close to my ear, "I want you to fuck me."
   I laughed of course and said something stupid like, "you'll be getting
plenty of that soon enough, you're getting married the day after tomorrow."
   She simply replied by sticking her tongue back down my throat again and
then withdrawing she said, "take me back to yours and giving me a good
fucking, I'm staying at Angela's tonight."
   "Alright," I said.  It was clear she'd made up her mind.  She'd prepared
the ground.
   I'd hardly got the door closed while she was on her knees and dragging
my pants down.
   "Oh yeah," she kind of growled as she dragged my cock out.
   It was odd.  I thought she was going to immediately suck it because as
soon as she got it out, she licked the tip but then instead she got hold of
it, pulled it down so that it was sticking out perpendicular to my body and
then she seemed to take her time inspecting it.
   I was looking down at her and every so often she looked up at me.  She
looked like the devil.  She was slowly dragging the skin back as far as it
would go and then pulling it over and then repeating, very slowly.
   "I didn't believe them you know," I said.
   "What," I asked looking down at her and watching this bride to be slowly
masturbate me.
   "Some of my friends," she said continuing to play with my erection.
   "Some of your what......................."
   "...............his really is dead small............"
   "................what............."
   "..................dead thin as well..............."
   ".................what the fuck are you talking about," I asked?
   "I want you to do me with it," she said grinning up at me.
   "I'll do it up your arsehole if you don't stop talking in riddles," I
said.
   She looked up at me and then giving me a really dirty look said,
"alright then, if you want," and at that, she let go of my cock, shuffled
around on her knees, pointed her bottom at me, lifted her skirt and pulled
her knickers down, "go on then, do it, do it in my botty if you want.  Go
on then, go on, do it, do it in my bum hole then, go on, you can, I want
you to, go on, do it......"
   What do you do eh?  You've got a bride to be on all fours pointing her
arse at you asking you to sodomise her, what do you do?  You bugger the
bitch of course.  I made a nice gaping hole up her after I'd cum and
slipped out.
   She's howled of course, she'd never done it before but funnily enough
through it all, through all her howls of pain and apparent attempts to
crawl away, she kept squealing, "go on do it, go on, go on." Mind you she
couldn't crawl away because I was holding her long hair.  She came out with
some fucking terrible language as well.
   So that's when it all came out, after I'd buggered her.
   She'd had a sheltered upbringing, the groom had been her first.  They'd
met some 6 months before, she'd given him her virginity only about a month
before I buggered her and she'd got the taste for cock.  At the same time
as all this was going on, he'd proposed and she'd accepted.  But there was
something he hadn't realised.  He'd made her a cock whore which was a bit
odd really.
   "It's awful," she'd complained, "it's only about this big and it's
really thin.  I thought it was my fault at first, the first time we did it.
Of course it hurt a bit but after that it was always the same.  I can't
feel much but I felt enough to know I wanted more and he never lasts.  Is
yours ready now, I'll suck it, alright."
   I have to admit, there was something inspiring about fucking another
bloke's woman.  Knowing that your dumping your spunk up the same hole he
thinks he's the only one spurting his little teasponful.
   And what a dirty bitch she was too.
   "Go on fuck me harder, go on........nghhhhhhhhhhhhhh..........when I
walk up the aisle I want to feel your spunk in
me......mmmmmmmm..........ngghhhh.........fuck me, fuck me, fuck
me........"
   "......................I like fucking little girls," I said as I was
pumping her.
   "You dirty bastard, go on fuck me harder, give me your spunk," she
panted, "if I'd known you when I was a little girl would you have raped
me..........."
   "...........yeah, yeah, yeah..................."
   "................dirty fucking bastard..............."
   ".....would you have let me............."
   "..............yes, yes, yes................."
   ".........dirty fucking whore, I'm going to fuck your dirty fucking
arsehole...."
   ".........yeah fuck it, fuck my dirty arsehole, fuck it, fuck it, fuck
it....."
   I think we left the venue about 1 am and got back to mine within no more
than 15 minutes.  So we can't have arrived any later than 1.30 am and I was
still hard up her cunt at 6 am.  I have to admit I was dry cumming by then.
   The wedding was a day after that and started at 11.15 am.
   At around 6 am on the morning of the wedding, she arrived at my place
and giving me that devil look, she raised her skirt and waggled her arse at
me.  "These are the knickers I'm going to wear during the ceremony," she
said.  Her Father was conducting the ceremony.  "Fuck my cunt and
arsehole," she said, "that way some of the spunk will be in my cunt when I
walk down the aisle and some will be in my knickers and when he gets his
turn later today, he'll never know that he's fucking me in your spunk.  He
likes to wear me knickers too.  So he'll be covered in your cum and he
won't know."
   I went to the wedding and the reception and she found the way for us to
have a fuck during the reception.  She want a top up of spunk to make it
more fresh for her new husband but without him knowing of course.
   When she got back from the honeymoon she kept dropping round and on one
occasion I had a friend over, on purpose of course and that was her first
threesome.  She liked that so much we increased it bringing it up to a
sixsome on one occasion, 5 of us and her.
   That was some years ago now.  I left the area but not before she had
three children and not a one of them looked like her husband.  They were
still together then, not sure about now but I don't see why not.
   She could be your wife and if she is, you're a daft fucking bastard and
she once told me that she had never let you do it up her arsehole and nor
would she suck your cock.  I've seen your wife suck 5 men's cocks and
swallow every drop.  She liked licking arseholes too.
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YOUR WIFE