This a Jack Grierson story, following on from the chapters of Her Fiancé's Father and the Jack Grierson Chronicles.
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"Oh my God, Jack! No one's ever been this deep in me, even you! OH MY GOD!! Fuck!! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!! AGAIN!!"
Scarlett Callahan was an attractive stewardess with major airline, her Irish heritage reflected in her dark hair and peaches-and-cream complexion. She got together with Jack at her room in the Marriott whenever she was in town. Their sex was great and they never lost any time getting right down to it. She still wore her bra (though Jack had pulled down the cups), stockings and high heel shoes; her uniform skirt was hiked up around her waist. She had her airline scarf knotted around her throat, for Jack loved the reminder of her profession.
She rode Jack, rotating her hips wildly, gripping his huge cock with her tight pussy lips as she cried out in the throes of yet another orgasm. Jack was fucking her for the third time of the night. She'd lost count of how many times she had cum, for Jack knew exactly how to excite his sexual partners. What he liked about fucking Scarlett was that she loved rough sex: it made her cum quickly, hard and often.
Now she squashed her clitoris hard on his mount and raked her nails on his chest hard enough to mark his skin. Jack kept arching his back, continuing to thrust into her as the spasmodic contractions of her orgasm went on and on. Her wet tightness pushed him very close to the edge and he grunted with the effort of holding back. It was her hardest orgasm of the night and her entire vagina pulsed and clenched as she kept up a litany of "OH, MY GOD! OH, MY GOD! OH, MY GOD!" over and over. Jack was sure that her cries carried through the walls to the adjoining rooms. These were occupied by her crewmates and he wondered what they would say to Scarlett on the flight back.
She put her hands on his hips to draw him even deeper into her as she approached the apex of her orgasm.
"Easy, easy!" he remonstrated. "There's shrapnel still lodged in my lower back!"
Then her phone rang and she looked at the screen. It was her fiancé, Don.
"Don! Exactly ... OOH! ... on ... AAH! ... schedule!!" she gasped.
"As usual ... Don's timing is ... perfect!" grunted Jack.
Scarlett tapped the screen and opened the call on speakphone.
"Baby, I've been missing you!" Don's voice was plaintive. "You said you'd call, I've been waiting."
"OH, MY GOD! OOH!" Scarlett's panted as Jack kept pushing into her and she swiveled her hips to keep her pussy rotating on his shaft. "Yes, yes! Sorry!! I've been ... MY GOD! ... busy!"
"Are you all right, honey? You sound like you're in pain!"
"No, ... no, ... OOHH!! ... I'm ... on ... the treadmill ... hard ... workout ... OH, MY GOD!!" The last was forced out of her as Jack gave her a particularly powerful thrust.
"You always seem to be working out when I call. It's very disconcerting to hear you panting and gasping like this. Are you coming home tomorrow?"
"MY GOD, YES!! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!!"
She grabbed the phone to cut the line and her whole body went rigid. Her final vaginal spasm was so hard that Jack felt like his cock was in velvet vice. He could no longer hold back and exploded, shooting yet another gout of thick, musky jism deep into her innermost recesses. She squealed like a stuck pig. He arched his back to empty his load, and she clung to him before collapsing, completely spent.
They were both covered with sweat. Her uniform scarf and bra was soaked with it. Jack's thick, pungent semen leaked out of her cunt and coursed down to stain the tops of her stockings. Scarlett lay on Jack, his thick but softening cock still deep inside her. She propped herself up on his chest and he cupped her firm, rounded breasts, one in each hand. He tweaked her meaty nipples - they were still hard, but grew even harder.
"How do you like fucking your pregnant girlfriend?"
"You're not my girlfriend, Scarlett. I'm old enough to be your father. You're getting married to Don on Saturday."
"I know, I know, I'm 24 and you're in your forties. But I'm carrying your baby, doesn't that entitle me to call myself your girlfriend?"
"No. You're marrying Don; legally it will be his baby. My assistant Farah has gone over the contract with you. Don doesn't know about us, does he?"
"Of course not," said Scarlett. "Don's a great accountant, but he's pretty naïve when it comes to women. When I told him I'm pregnant, he just assumed that his condom had leaked and that it's his baby." She tousled his hair and kissed him. "I want you to come to the wedding, Jack."
"That's not a good idea, Scarlett."
"Why not? You're one of the best things that has ever happened to me. You got me this promotion to cabin service director, I'm the youngest one in the airline! You fuck me to more orgasms in a night than Don has done since I met him. And you're the father of my child. You should be there."
"It won't turn out well."
"Why would you say that?"
"Weddings are always overladen with sexual tension. And I'm a sexual hunter. It's not a good combination."
"You can control yourself for a day, can't you?"
"You can't put a wolf in a flock of sheep and then blame it for preying on them. I know myself. I could ruin your wedding."
"I'll take that risk. I want you to be there."
"Don't say I didn't warn you."
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Scarlett stood at the head of the receiving line at the country club, anxiously scanning the crowd. Jack had reluctantly agreed to come to her wedding, but he had not been at the church. She still hoped he was coming to the reception. She was about to give up, when she saw him - at the end of the long line, wearing an open-neck silk shirt, tailored slacks and well-cut jacket. Scarlett kept looking at him, trying to catch his eye, but he was looking around the reception hall, people-watching. She went through the motions, speaking to friends and relatives in the line mechanically. Don stood by her, receiving everyone much more enthusiastically and did not notice her preoccupation.
Jack finally got to them.
"I love the off-the-shoulder gown, Scarlett. You look beautiful in white. The white ribbon choker is a nice touch. And white gloves! Very classy."
"It is good to see you, Jack." She turned to her new husband. "Don, this is Jack Grierson, he really helped me in my job."
"Pleased to meet you," said Don, extending his hand.
"Congratulations!" said Jack. "You're a lucky man." He turned back to Scarlett. "Here's a little something to help you on your honeymoon." He handed her an envelope.
She opened the flap and took a quick peek inside. It was a cashier's check for ten thousand dollars.
"Jack! You shouldn't have!"
"Give us a kiss, then," he said.
He leaned forward, seeming to offer her his cheek. She puckered up and leaned toward him. At the last minute, he turned his face and kissed her on the lips. He held her by the nape of the neck, a hand on her ribbon choker, his thick tongue forcing itself into her mouth. His other hand was between them and kneaded her firm breasts, first one, then the other. It was only for about five seconds, but to her it seemed to go on for a long time. No one but the three of them saw it.
Jack looked Don in the eye. 'Punch me now if you want your wife,' he thought. 'Otherwise, you're a cuckold.' Don looked down and then away, but would not meet Jack's eye. Jack stepped off the dais and took a quick look over his shoulder as he did so. He saw the relieved look on Don's face.
Jack sat by himself through dinner. He listened to the semi-funny speeches of the best man and the matron of honor, Violet Callahan. She was Scarlett's older sister, but there was only a year between them. Scarlett and Don opened the dancing with a slow number, ending with a very photogenic kiss. Jack clapped with all the others. Then they were joined on the dance floor by Violet and her husband, David, another accountant.
With the ceremonial dances done, the music got faster and a lot of the guests got up to dance. Jack went to the bar and joined Violet's husband David, who was sipping a glass of white wine.
"Hi, I'm Jack Grierson," he said. "I'm a friend of Scarlett's."
"Hello," said David without enthusiasm.
"Scarlett tells me that your wife Violet is a stewardess too - and with the same airline."
"Yes, Violet and Scarlett do everything together," said David. "Though Scarlett got a big promotion recently, so she's more senior. I hear you had something to do with that."
"Scarlett told me that Violet is a year older," said Jack, ignoring the reference to his role in Scarlett's job. "But they look very alike. Except that Scarlett has dark hair and Violet is a redhead."
'Yes, I noticed, Mr. Grierson," said David, with a trace of sarcasm.
The music grew slow again and only couples remained on the dancefloor, in tight clinches. Violet came by to lead David to the floor. Jack stared down her plunging neckline at her cleavage, glancing at David boldly. Then accidentally on purpose he brushed his forearm on her one of her breasts. He made sure that David saw the moves on his wife. David pretended not to see and quickly walked away with Violet to the dancefloor. 'David, you're another cuckold,' thought Jack. 'I can fuck your wife, if I want.'
The lights were turned down. Scarlett and Don were at the very center of the dancefloor, swaying to the slow tempo. Jack waited out the first number before making his move. He walked out and tapped Don on the shoulder.
"May I cut in?" he asked. "I hope you'll share the bride, you'll have her all to yourself soon enough."
Jack's sexual innuendo was very clear. Scarlett's firm cleavage was revealed by the low-cut white bodice of her wedding gown and Jack let his eyes rest very obviously on it. Then he turned to look Don in the eye. 'If you're a man, you'll tell me to go fuck myself,' thought Jack. It was calculatedly aggressive, and Don quickly gave in - he looked away and muttered, "OK, OK." Then to save some measure of face, he went on, "Just one dance, though."
Jack took Scarlett in his arms even before the slow music came on. He put his left hand on one of her round buttocks and squeezed very noticeably as Don retreated, looking over his shoulder. He cupped one of Scarlett's firm breasts with his right hand and moved her smoothly as the music started.
"Don't, Jack," she whispered.
"Just relax," said Jack. "He'll be excited, not angry."
"How can you say that?"
Jack pulled her into a tighter clinch and pushed his crotch between her legs. She felt his growing erection through her wedding gown.
"He's heard you cumming on the phone. I assure you he was jerking off."
"That's different! He didn't know you were fucking me!"
"Look at him. See if he reacts to what I'm doing to you."
Jack put his lips on Scarlett's throat, just above her white choker and let his tongue run over the sensitive skin there.
"God, Jack!" she breathed.
She looked over his shoulder at Don. He stood there transfixed, not making a move to stop them. But the look on his face was not angry. His lips were slightly parted and his eyes were a bit glazed. Had he had too much to drink?
Jack's one hand continued to knead Scarlett's butt through her wedding gown. His other hand squeezed her breasts, one at a time, his fingers tracing her nipples through the bodice of her wedding gown. Her nipples hardened and poked through the thin white fabric.
"Not wearing a bra, I see," murmured Jack. "I love your tits, so full, yet so firm."
