Sue the Nymph: Secret Union

//A very short tail about a wife getting into to a bit of a mess. This may be a continued series about a wife named Sue who often finds herself in weird, naughty situations while trying to please her loving husband. So she says...//

We arrived early to the wedding and was causally roamed about the reception area before all the festivities began. We were one of a few couples who decided to explore the hall although we had previously been there numerous times.

There was a secluded back room Jayson told me to meet him in. The space was more like a broom closet than a room. It was the usual spot. though we've used it a time or two in the past, weddings always made things that more special. When we were up to our mess, Jayson would get extra pushy, and all rough and touchy. It turned me on in the worst way.

I followed his instructions to the letter. Go to the room, turn off the lights, gag myself with my panties, grab the wall with my cute little ass poked out invitingly at the door, and wait for him. I knew how to following instructions and assume a proper position. I loved more than anything to assume the position. I loved the waiting as well. It was funny how wet the anticipation got me. Jayson would come in all creepy-like with very little words said, save the vulgar terms I instructed him to use. The names I told him to call me only in the heat of the moment. I wasn't some sort of whore or anything. I just loved to feel like one. Jayson would be rough and quick. The anticipation growing within us both always pushed us over the edge. We never did last long. We never really needed to, either. That day was no different.

I arched my back, raising my ass up as high as I could get it. So much so that my heels were off the ground. I began shaking from trying to hold the position and from nearly coming due to the naughty images on repeat in my head. Soon the light from the cracked door widened and then quickly disappeared. He was in there with me.

Like many other times, Jayson was rough, vulgar, and quick. He played his part well. He even lowered his voice to sound like some strong, malevolent stranger.

"You are such a fucking, slut." he whispered.

The chills that traveled up my spine caused me to shake violently. The room was black. I couldn't see anything but I felt his presence. I could hear his belt being undone and I could smell his musk. Jayson wanted me bad and I wanted him worst.

"FUCK ME!" I said. Though muffled through the "Me" scented thong, he understood entirely.

I moan aloud as he grabbed me from behind, with one arm wrapped around my waist and the other locking my head in a strong yet none-threatening choke.

"Shut up, bitch!"

His words were laced with lust and his cock was hard as steel. Jayson must have been on his toes as well. He towered over me like a giant and held me tight against him as his hardened flesh rested atop my ass cheeks and lower back. His waist gyrated forcing mine to mimic his motions.

I couldn't stand it any longer. I reached back and grabbed his surprisingly enlarged shaft, credit card swiped it against my sopping pussy, and stabbed my hole while throwing my hips back to deeply seat him inside of me. He grunted and I screamed so loud the gag fell from my mouth.

Before I could composed myself from nearly coming, Jayson took control of the situation. He covered my mouth with one hand, gathered my wrists with the other, and pulled me close to his chest.

"Oh! you think this is your show, huh? you don't do take the dick, you receive it. you understand?"

I quickly nodded in agreement.

After reminding me to "be fucking quiet", he grabbed a fist full of my hair -forcing me forward and mushing my face into the wall- he aggressively pulled me onto his cock. Jayson was in rare form. That day was different in so many ways yet so familiar. He started with slow grinds that morphed to short jabs that struck and massaged my guts. I was so turned on at the thought of making him so impressively erect and aggressive, I nearly came with each stroke.

Before long Jayson made a complete mess of me. My hair was all over the place and my breast jumped free from the stretched and bunched up dress I wore. Even in that darkness my pale white skin must've been beet-red.

Jayson was vulgar, rough, and quick. He slapped my ass a few times and held my hips tightly for his last go at me. We weren't quiet enough in my opinion and in that moment I didn't care. Jayson was ruining my insides in the best way possible. He was so filling. Way more filling than usual. And after repeatedly yanking me into his powerful thrust, bringing me to several mind numbing orgasms, he filled me even further. I felt it all. I felt his grip tighten then loosen moments later. I felt every last drop of him bleach my insides. I felt him exit me followed by a squishy plop and globs of warmth which tickled my clit and caressed my thighs as it freely spilled from my, presumedly gaped hole. I heard his belt buckle fasten and the door knob twist. I saw the light rush in from behind me and the darkness return. I was alone. He was gone. I felt the cool floor on my knees as I fell to the ground, completely exhausted.

Moments past and I did like any good, would-be, skilled whore would. I cleaned myself up and rejoin Jayson and the rest of society like nothing happened. I spotted him seated up front in the main hall. He was looking over his shoulder for someone. He waved for me when we locked eyes. I set beside him and whispered in his ear.

"Thanks. I needed that."

He looked at me funny. "you needed the seat? what are you talking about?"

I leaned in closer. "you know, the room, In the back?"

His eyes widened to affirm my assertions as a devious smile spread across his face.

Jayson leaned in further to whisper. "I know. I can't wait to fuck you in there after the wedding, babes."

End