THAT MAN 5 (The Wedding Story-Part 2) (16 page)

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We welcomed the New Year in together with what we decided would be an annual tradition—we boiled two lobsters. Jen named hers Kat, and I named mine Enid. Over champagne, we toasted to our new life together.

Jen recovered slowly but steadily. As much as she wanted to get back to work, I made her stay home an extra week just to play it safe. And when she finally did go into the office, we drove there together as Jen was not permitted to drive for the rest of the month.

The hardest part was that we couldn’t fuck—specifically, I couldn’t sink my cock into her pussy or her ass. We had to get the okay from Marcy that she was fully healed internally and that might take up to two months. That’s not to say that my cock didn’t get any action. We got creative and I fucked her every other way I knew how. And lucky for Jen, her clit was not off bounds. Nor were sex toys if they were used externally. By the time what we hoped would be Jen’s final visit to my sister, she was jokingly complaining that her jaw was strained, her fingers calloused, and that her cleavage and her armpits, my substitute pockets of paradise, were chafed. She’d also had to replace the batteries of all our sex toys. And she was positive her healthy weight gain could be attributed to all the high caloric cum she’d swallowed. I actually believed her.

On Friday, February the thirteenth, the day before Valentine’s Day, I insisted on accompanying Jen to her morning appointment with Marcy. Hopefully, it would be her last. Jen caved in, but made me sit in the waiting room. I was the sole male in a sea of women, several very attractive, and felt a little conspicuous when I caught their eyes on me. I gave them a little wave and told them I was here with my wife. God, I loved saying that word. They responded in unison with a disappointed chorus of “Ohs” and went back to their cell phones and magazines. I took out my iPhone, but while I answered some e-mails, my mind wandered.

It was strange to think of my sister examining my wife. Exploring parts that were meant only for me. In my mind’s eye, I pictured Jen in those stirrups, legs spread wide, her perfectly preened pinky pussy in full view. My cock flexed. I had the burning urge to bust through the door and fuck her on the examining room table. But the thought of my sister watching quickly put that fantasy to rest though I was still horny as hell. Fingers crossed Jen would be cleared to have real sex. It had been way too long—in fact, the longest my cock had gone without pussy in my entire adult life. Twenty long minutes later, the receptionist broke into my wet dreams and told me my sister wanted to see me in her office. My heart accelerating, I leapt up from my chair.

Jennifer was already seated in Marcy’s office when I came flying in. A smile sparkled on her face. Marcy, seated behind her desk, lifted her recently acquired reading glasses onto her head.

“Hi, babe. How’d it go?” I asked, taking the chair right next to Jen’s and sounding on edge.

“Great news.”

Marcy took over. “Yes, Jennifer has healed beautifully. The two of you can resume sexual intercourse immediately.”

Immediately?
Like could I fuck Jennifer over Marcy’s desk right here and now? “Seriously?” I asked incredulously.

Jen squeezed my hand. “Really, baby.”

My cock jumped with joy, but at the same time, a cocktail of apprehension and anxiety seeped through my veins. While I’d counted down the days to sink my cock into my tiger, unsettling questions hammered my brain. Could I hurt her? Tear her apart? Make her bleed? “Will there be any complications?” I asked Marcy, thinking maybe we should do it in one of her examining rooms for the first time just in case. Again, that image of fucking my wife in those stirrups flashed in my mind.

Jen answered my question. “Marcy says you can do it as hard as you want.”

Nodding, my sister smiled at me sheepishly. My cock was doing a happy dance.

“Yes!” I said with a victorious air punch. The two of us were taking the day off from work. Boss’s orders.

And then if I couldn’t be flying higher, Marcy shared one other bit of good news.

Let me rephrase. It was the best fucking news I’d heard all year.

Holy crap! I was ready to pass out the cigars.

And then I did something I should have done a long time ago. Before Jen’s smiling eyes, I hugged my sister.

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I drove home like a mad man. Skimming red lights and exceeding the speed limit.

“Blake, what the hell are you doing?” shouted Jen, her ponytail whipping across her face. “You’re going to get us killed.”

“Getting us home.”

Ten short minutes later, I zipped into my condo driveway and brought my Porsche to a screeching halt. I literally jumped over my passenger door and yanked Jennifer out. Grasping her hand, I raced past the wide-eyed doorman to the elevator. A press of a button and a ping. The elevator doors parted, and in one swift move, I hauled her into the car and shoved her against a wall. My body pressed against hers in a heated fit of desire and need.

“Blake, I can’t breathe,” Jen panted out as the elevator doors closed.

“In a few minutes, you won’t be walking either,” I panted back, gnawing her everywhere and rubbing my already stiff cock against her belly. I slid my hand into the waistband of her jeans and glided my fingers between her legs.

“Jeez, Jen. You’re so fucking hot and wet,” I breathed against her neck as I maneuvered my middle finger into her entrance. Fuck, she felt good. She fisted my hair and moaned.

“You okay, babe?” I asked, still anxious.

“Yes,” she breathed out. “Blake, I don’t think we’re moving.”

She was right. I slammed the palm of my free hand against my floor button and the elevator ascended. I pumped my finger up and down Jen’s tunnel. It was dripping wet. Intact.

“Blake, are you going to fuck me in the elevator?”

“I may have to.” Dry humping her while I finger fucked her was setting my cock on fire.

Fortunately, the elevator reached our floor with no stops.

Two desperate minutes later, we were stripped to the bone and I was on top of her. My throbbing cock was rock-hard and so fucking ready, but I wanted to taste-test her first—warm her up for me. I spread her legs and then raised myself so I was kneeling between them. Not wasting a second, I went down on her, inhaling the sweet smell of her sex. After flicking and licking her slick folds, I powered my tongue deep inside her. A loud moan escaped her throat.

“Oh God, Blake. So good,” she cried out, arching up against my hungry mouth.

So good
. Just the words I wanted to hear. I began to fuck her with my tongue, driving in and out of her without abandon. She bucked wildly against my face, her moans turning into melodic whimpers. The fact that she was so sexually responsive was sending me over the moon and making my swelling cock ache with desire. I moved one hand to her clit and rubbed it vigorously. Jen’s whimpering morphed into screams as she headed toward orgasm. Her fingernails clawed my skin. The pain mixed with the pleasure I was giving her and was driving me crazy with lust.

A heartbeat later, she succumbed and juddered around my tongue while my taste buds melted in her delicious juices.

Letting her ride out her orgasm, I withdrew my tongue and lifted my head to get a look at her. Still breathing heavily, she looked good and fucked. Now, it was my turn. My cock was ready for its grand entrance, but I had to admit I was suffering from stage fright. The questions I’d pondered in my sister’s office whirled around again in my head. I was still afraid of hurting her with my monstrous cock. And new insecurities surfaced. Could I still fill her to the hilt? Would she feel me? Would she come for me around my cock like the tiger she was?

I repositioned us so that I was hovering over her on the balls of my feet, my hands anchored by her head and holding me up. Her legs were now bent and raised like a happy baby, her ankles hooked around my neck. Somehow, that stirrup fantasy lurked in my head. My anxious cock was lined up with her pussy.

“Baby, I want you to insert my cock into your pussy.” I wasn’t taking any chances. Despite my sister’s assurances, I feared I would rip my tiger apart with a forceful thrust and my size.

My eyes stayed on her beautiful, impassioned face as she fisted my big cock, her fingers barely able to meet. It twitched with anticipation upon feeling the crown at her entrance. The build-up of being back inside her had my blood racing.

“Baby, take your sweet time,” I moaned as she slid my cock, inch by thick inch, into her warm wet chasm. Oh, God yes! She was doing it—taking me to the hilt. I let out a hiss when my cock hit her womb.

“Blake, do I feel okay?” Worry was etched on her face.

“Oh, fuck, yes, baby. Better than ever.”

A smile of relief curled on her lips as she clenched her muscles around my pulsing shaft. My brave tiger hadn’t told me she was as anxious as me. Up until now, neither of us knew if the surgery had any physical impact on her.

“Am I hurting you?” I asked nervously as I slowly withdrew.

“Oh, Blake you feel amazing. I’ve missed you so much.”

“The same, baby.” Relief crashed through me. It felt so fucking good to be home. I thrust my cock back into her, ready to ravish her. But I controlled my strokes, starting off slowly, and then gradually picked up my pace. A look of rapture washed over her face.

“Faster, harder, Blake! I’m not going to break.”

In no time, I was pounding into her, ruthlessly and relentlessly. You’d think my cock would have no stamina after two months with no pussy, but let me tell you, Mr. Burns was blessed with muscle memory. There are fucks. And there are epic fucks. We were heading toward the latter. My cock was in overdrive, and every magic spot was within striking distance.

She clutched my biceps to give her more leverage and rocked her hips into mine with each powerful thrust. I’d almost forgotten how fucking fantastic it felt to fuck her. She was so tight, so wet, so hot. And so mine.

“Don’t stop,” she panted out.

“Don’t worry baby. Not a chance in hell.” I wasn’t going to stop hammering her until the elderly, hard-of-hearing couple next door was calling security.

Our eyes never lost contact. Her face flushed with lust as my cock continued to plunder her sweet pussy. I grunted and growled. She howled. There was something so urgent and savage about this position that brought out our inner animals. My insatiable tiger was back, and my cock was back where it belonged with feral ferocity.

I had newfound respect for the men who served our country. Especially those stationed on ships in the middle of nowhere or twenty thousand leagues under the sea in submarines. I mean, how the fuck did they do it? Months away from loved ones and no pussy. They all deserved medals of honor for their courage and bravery. I was about to get a medal of my own. I’d never lasted this long. Deep inside me, I never wanted her to let me go.

She began to sob, “Oh God, oh God,” and my fears bounced back into my head.

“Tell me you’re okay, baby.” Borderline panic.

She nodded feverishly. “Yes, yes, yes! Oh Blake, I’m about to come!”

My balls retracted as she began to convulse around my pulsating cock. On the roar of my name, I slammed into her one more time and my own massive orgasm assaulted me. I’m talking nuclear. My whole body jerked as my hot release showered her magnificent pussy. Our half-mast eyes stayed locked in a haze of passion.

While my cum spilled into her, my heart filled with a deep love for the woman who was my wife. For the woman who would one day be the mother of our children. I crushed my mouth on her parted lips.

After a few luscious minutes, I withdrew from her. I rolled onto my back and shifted her so her head was resting on my chest. She was still sobbing.

“Why are you crying, baby?” I asked, brushing away her hot tears.

“Oh, Blake. That was so amazing, but I was so afraid. Afraid we wouldn’t have what we had.”

I caressed the top of her head. “Baby, I was a little freaked out too.” Am I fucking kidding? I was scared shitless. “But what we have now is greater than what we had before. That was the best fuck I’ve ever had.”

My words didn’t stop the tears, but they did put a bright smile on her face. I drew her tight against me. We stayed in that position for several long, blissful minutes, neither of us saying another word. Jen finally broke the soulful silence. Her tears had subsided.