Joanna had managed to convince Martin that even though the wedding would be small, they should observe traditions and not see each other the night before the wedding. Martin was therefore in a busy town centre having a few drinks as he spoke to Joanna on the phone.
"It is really busy here and noisy, I wish you were here. Can you hear me?" he shouted into the phone.
"Uhβ¦ yes babe, can you β¦uhβ¦hear me?" replied Joanna.
"What was that? I am struggling to hear you."
"I am sitting on your father's huge cock, God yes! Your dad is fucking me so hard! Did you hear that?" she giggled.
"Jo, what was that about my dad?"
"Ooooh, fuck me you stud."
"Wait, I am outside now, that's better. I can hear you now. What did you say about my dad?"
"I think you should call him, at least let him know what is happening. Maybe he can bless the wedding in his own special way?"
"I will call him but we are not meeting him, I don't want him in our lives."
"I know he's fucked your girlfriends and even your wivesβ¦"
"We don't need to discuss this do we Jo?"
"But honey⦠uhh, you wouldn't let him do that to me would you?"
"Of course not honey."
"Good, well phone him sweetie. Good boy, see you tomorrow."
The line went dead.
Tentatively Martin called Richard's number.
The phone answered:
"Uhhhhh, yes babe, you hottie, take my huge pole, let me feed it into your tight hole. Let me thrust up there and rotate it like this, does that feel good."
Martin heard a woman groaning in pleasure and orgasm.
"Hello" Richard said.
"Dad."
"Martin, what a lovely coincidence, I am just here with β¦ well with one of your favourite women."
"I heard. Who?"
"That would be telling. Can you tell by her groans."
Richard began pounding her. Martin listened but was thankfully unaware that it was his wife to be having a 15 inch cock re-shaping her pussy as he listened to her take a fearful drilling.
"I am getting married tomorrow and I am keeping Joanna away from you forever."