Ken reached underneath, below where his dick was sliding into her pussy. It was so wet it dripped onto his hand. He could barely reach her clit, but managed to roll his middle finger over it, which made her say, “Oh, shit, yes, baby!” He kept it up as long as he could, but it was an awkward position, and he was feeling his own orgasm just around the corner.
He grabbed her hips again and pounded her pussy, with no thought other than to get himself off. And there it was, coming relentlessly up from below. He started calling to her, to tell her what was about to happen.
As he exploded into her, he pushed his still-slick middle finger into her butthole, and she cried out, “Ohmigod, YES! Yes! Fuck me, baby!”
His body was operating on auto-pilot now, pushing in and out, slowing, his breath rasping. Under him she choked out, “Oh, fuck, yes, fuck, yes.”
When he could move no more, he pulled out and fell to his side on the bed. Emma remained on her knees, her face buried in the sheets, her butt in the air. As he watched, cum started oozing out of her pussy and down her slit. He thought, smugly, “My cum, my wife.”
Chapter 4
It took almost twenty minutes before either of them had the energy to move off the bed. Emma finally pushed herself up and told him that she had to clean herself up, that she was going to take a quick shower. Ken couldn’t move. She had drained him, left him empty.
He heard the shower stop and shortly after she came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her. “Kenny, I’m starving,” she said. “We’ve got to find something to eat, like right now. C’mon, get dressed.”
“Where do you get this energy? I’m exhausted.”
She slipped on a bra and looked at him over her shoulder. “You’ll feel better after you get some food in you. Let’s go.”
He stumbled off the bed and into the bathroom. He didn’t have the energy for a shower, but he put some soap on a washcloth and wiped off his dick and balls, so he wouldn’t smell so clearly of sex.
Emma was nearly ready when he came out. He found his clothes and dressed as quickly as he was able. She was standing by the door, waiting, while he was still tying his shoes.
He patted his pocket for the keycard, then pulled the door closed behind him. “I never even looked at the brochures when we checked in. I don’t know what the dinner options are.”
“I got a quick look while you were signing us in. The main restaurant has a buffet that’s open late, if we’re too late for waiter service.”
They found their way without too much trouble and discovered that the restaurant served until eleven. They were seated and presented with menus. He ordered something he thought could be made quickly. He passed on a drink from the bar, but Emma thought she’d have a margarita.
“I’m discovering all sorts of unexpected things about you, baby. I never heard you use a curse word before today. I never thought that you’d be so… open-minded. I’ve never even seen you have an alcoholic drink before, either.”
“I’m full of secrets and hidden surprises. You’re never going to know what to expect. My mother would be aghast if she saw me with a drink containing alcohol, even wine. I followed her rules while I was living at home, just to make life tolerable. But this is my life now, my rules.”
He nodded approvingly. Her drink arrived and she took a sip. “Pretty good,” she told him, and took another.
“Go easy if that’s your first. It may hit you hard.”
“I’ll be fine. Okay, look around the place and tell me who you think the newlyweds are. Can you pick them out?”
“The easy ones, probably. Over there, to your left, young guy with dark hair, the woman with short blond hair. He looks like he finally feels like an adult, she looks like she’s afraid that people are going to look at her and know what they’ve been doing.”
Emma giggled. “She doesn’t look a day over eighteen. Who else?”
“Umm, oh, by the window. Athletic looking guy, looks like he spends way too much time in the gym. He’s already half in the bag, she looks embarrassed because he might make a scene. Maybe this isn’t turning out the way she thought it was going to.”
“Yeah, I see it, too. Any others?”
“Probably half the place, but a lot of them are behind your back and you’d have to turn around to see them. Then it’d look like we were staring. Because, of course, we are.”
“You’re no fun. Okay, we’ll play this game another time. How about us? Is this turning out the way you thought it was going to?”
“No. It’s turning out way better. I think I’m a very lucky guy.”
She actually blushed. “Thank you. I think I had you pretty well pegged as far as character and personality and interests went. I wasn’t sure about the rest of it, I mean, the sex stuff. I had set my expectations pretty low, which I think is mostly due to my friends’ and my mother’s view of men. So it was a pleasant — a very pleasant — surprise to find that they were way off the mark. It has been… eye-opening.”
“Have I done anything that has made you uncomfortable or shocked you?”
“Oh, no! Just the opposite. You’ve been very gentle and made sure that I felt good. I told you earlier that I really hadn’t expected it to be so… wonderful. I didn’t know it could feel like that. I can’t wait to see what new things we can do.”
Before he could respond, the waiter brought their food and set it before them. The smell hit him hard and he suddenly felt ravenous. They both dived in, eating with a purpose. She had finished her margarita and ordered a second while she cleaned her plate.
Emma burped, then immediately put her hand over her mouth, flustered.
“Hah!” he said. “The real Emma shows herself.”
“I hope no one else heard that. That was embarrassing.”
“I’ll keep your shameful secret. But it’ll cost you. Just wait till we get back to the room.”
She blushed again. “Do people normally do it as often as we have?” she asked him quietly.
“Hard to tell. Guys tend to exaggerate about how often they’ve done it and how long they can stay erect. The frequency is greater just after people get married or move in together for the first time, of course.”
“I like it. It makes me feel good.”
Kenny thought that the alcohol was lowering her inhibitions. He didn’t think she was accustomed to speaking so openly. The waiter appeared to clear their plates and ask if they’d like dessert.
Kenny passed, but Emma thought about it for a moment before finally shaking her head no. The waiter went to prepare their bill.
“I’m not sure if I mentioned it before,” she told him suddenly, “but I’m on birth control. My mother doesn’t know.”
He looked surprised and waited for her to go on. “I think she’s waiting for her first grandchild. She’s always been opposed to what she calls “artificial” means of avoiding pregnancy. She’s a firm believer in the rhythm method, but I’ve always had lousy rhythm. I can’t dance. So pills and stuff were never spoken of, not in our house.
“But when you asked me to marry you and the prospect of suddenly finding myself pregnant with my mother hovering over every facet of my pregnancy, I couldn’t do it yet. I went to a new gynecologist — my mother took me to hers growing up and I was afraid she’d spill the beans — and I got a prescription for birth control.”