Bridgeford Tales, Part 1
By Alex Barton
Prologue
There are villages within fifty miles of London where pretty cottages with roses in the front garden, backing on to orchards and paddocks that slope down to lazily meandering rivers, have been a feature of the English countryside for hundreds of years.
Now, though, where once generations of families were born, married and lived in these villages all their lives, the cottages are being bought by wealthy people who want to own a second home in the country, or for wives whose husbands stay in town from Monday to Friday and only return home at the weekend.
Naturally this has led to extra-marital affairs and even wife-swapping, the ‘incomers’ thinking they have brought their enlightened attitude toward sexual promiscuity to insular rural communities. In fact they have done nothing of the sort: village folk have been fucking their sons and daughters and each other’s husbands and wives for as long as they have lived in pretty cottages with roses in the front garden…
Pepper Dresses for Dinner
“Oh and Pepper? Wear something sexy to show off those gorgeous boobs of yours…”
Pepper laughed as she put the phone down. The success of her husband Ian’s accountancy business depended on social networking and he’d been desperate for an invitation to join the newly built members only Bridgeford and District Golf Club since they moved to the village. The annual dinner dance was the social highlight of the year and Pepper could hear the relief in Ian’s voice that Andy Brock had asked if he and Pepper would like to join him and his wife Val that evening as their guests.
“It’s a 70s-themed night,” Andy had told Ian. “You know, hot pants, flared trousers, kipper ties, all that stuff…”
Pepper had an idea she had something that might fit the bill and she went to look through her wardrobe.
The little black dress her mother had given her was there, at the back, and Pepper slipped it off its hanger and stood in front of the closet mirror, holding it against her body. Quickly she slipped off her blouse and jeans and lifted the dress over her head, squirming it down her body. She smoothed the material down over her hips and turned sideways to check the hemline still covered the cheeks of her ass. It did, but only just, her bottom having become curvier since she got married.
“Hmm,” she said, as she mounded her hair up in her hands and swayed from side to side, admiring her reflection. “Not bad, not bad at all.”
At seven, bathed, made up, wearing the dress, Pepper heard Ian’s car pull into the drive. A moment later the front door opened and he called her name.
“Up here, darling,” she called back and stood up, waiting for him.
“Did you find anything suitable?” Ian asked abstractedly.
“Oh, I think so,” Pepper said and she checked her reflection one last time, shaking her body so her huge, naked breasts jiggled provocatively, their smooth creamy skin and pale pink nipples perfectly displayed by the topless dress.
Repaying Andy
“I suppose you’ll be wanting sex now?” Val Brock said to her husband as he parked in front of their house and turned off the car’s engine.
“No, that’s all right,” Andy said and Val glanced at him sharply.
“Good grief, I thought you’d be as randy as a dog after Pepper Winston’s display. It may have been arousing for the men but you try having a conversation about where to buy fresh asparagus with a woman whose bare breasts are on display, her nipples sticking out a good half inch which showed how aroused she was by exposing herself.”
Val paused and then added with note of envy in her voice, “She does have Incredible boobs though. I wish mine were that big…”
“Topless was all the rage in the 70s, as I recall,” Andy said quietly. “And she certainly looked stunning in that dress. Something of a coup for that husband of hers. Chaps will be lining up to give him business.”
“And you, I suppose?”
“Of course.”
“Well I’m ready for bed,” Val said as she opened the car door. “Do you want anything?”
“No, thanks. I’ll follow you up.”
“Suit yourself.”
Val got out of the car and let herself into the house.
Andy watched her go and then closed his eyes, remembering the moment Ian escorted Pepper into the vacant Club Manager’s office, informing her as he did so that Ian had agreed to repay Andy for putting him forward for membership of the Club and arranging their invitations to the dinner dance.
Of course Pepper was shocked when Ian told her what that entailed but she agreed to do what her husband asked. Andy instructed her to bend over the desk, positioning Pepper so everything would be recorded on the CCTV camera installed in the office which he knew about but Pepper and Ian didn’t. Then he pulled her dress up to her waist while she reached back with her hands to hold her buttocks open so he could enjoy slide his cock into whichever of her openings he preferred.
Filling his hands with her huge breasts completely exposed by the dress, Andy marveled at the way Pepper was prepared to do everything she possibly could to ensure her beloved husband was put forward for membership of the club, even if that meant willingly taking Andy’s cock deep into her asshole.
Poor Val, Andy thought. It was hardly surprising he didn’t want sex with her. He’d come so hard in Pepper’s rectum his balls were drained dry…
Pleasant Dreams
During the night Pepper woke as Ian’s fingers moved her sleep-heavy limbs apart. He entered her drowsing body and she gasped at the driving power of her husband’s thick cock as his strong body mastered hers. Pepper clung to him as Ian suckled her hot heavy breasts, her cunt flexing in orgasm as he groaned and climaxed.
Eventually Ian eased his weight off her and Pepper slipped back into sleep. She loved Ian’s big, muscular body on top of hers, face up or face down, either way she loved it.
Again in the night Pepper woke up. She was on her side, her back to Ian, and he was lifting her leg, pulling her round so he could enter her from the rear. His cock nuzzled her sperm-slick cuntlips and Pepper moaned with pleasurable anticipation but then she reached back and put her hands against her husband’s hip and whispered, “No. In my bum.”
Ian sighed with delight and began to push at his wife’s anus. His swollen glans slipped in easily, oiled by the slippery mass of Andy Brock’s semen deposited earlier in his wife’s bowels. Pepper moaned with delight and her fists curled in the bedclothes as Ian fondled her sleep-warm breasts and buried his face in her hair. Suddenly Ian’s body stiffened and he shuddered in climax and Pepper felt him empty his balls into her rectum, setting off her own intensely pleasurable orgasm.
Pepper lay breathing hard as her husband slowly withdrew but he had not finished. He turned her on her stomach and lowered his face to her distended anus so he could suck and lick his cum from her ass.
Pepper’s last thought as she fell asleep was that she really ought to be annoyed with Ian for making her have sex with Andy. And she would have been, if she hadn’t enjoyed it so much…
An Uninvited Guest
Pepper heard her mobile phone ring. Just out of the shower she picked it up, using her free hand to hold her silk bathrobe closed. The material clung to her wet body, becoming translucent over the curves of her ass and the bulge of her voluptuous breasts.
“Hi Pepper, it’s Andy Brock.”
“Hello Andy,” Pepper said, coolly.
“I was wondering if Ian was home?”
“No, he’s at work. Why?”
“I was in the neighborhood and wondered if I could drop some papers off for him?”
“I don’t see why not.”
“I’ll see you soon then.”
Pepper put the phone down and was about to head back to the bathroom when the doorbell rang. Despite being almost naked she answered it.
Andy Brock was standing at the door, his mobile in his hand, his erect penis protruding from the fly of his pants.
“You better come in,” Pepper said.
Moments later she was naked sitting astride Andy Brock, her back toward him. Her thighs rested on his thighs; her knees were hooked behind his so her legs were forced wide open. Her asshole was once again filled to capacity with Andy’s prick and Pepper was powerless to do more than grind her buttocks against his belly, whimpering with a mix of discomfort and pleasure.
Beads of sweat stood out on the slopes of her huge heavy breasts as Pepper struggled to take Brock’s massively erect organ into her rectum. To help his entry, Andy reached down and pushed his fingers into her pussy, scooping up oily liquid which he brought to Pepper’s mouth. She sucked Andy’s fingers clean and he thrust them back inside her cunt like a second prick invading her body, stretching and stimulating the walls with loud squelching noises.
“Ian will be back soon,” Pepper gasped.
“Good,” Andy Brock said. “His cock fucking your cunt at the same time as I’m fucking your ass will feel better than my fingers.”
“That’s true,” Pepper said. And she climaxed yet again.
Val Makes a Decision
“Oh God, I’m sorry, Val – I mean everyone in the village is talking and I couldn’t bear it to be behind your back.”
Val listened to her friend Marjorie’s voice on the phone and thought how hollow the sentiment was behind the words. She knew what pleasure Marjorie was taking from being the one to tell Val her husband’s half-hour absence at the golf club dinner dance had not, as he’d claimed, been to spend time discussing business with Ian Winston but to shove that ever-erect cock of his into Pepper Winston’s shapely bottom.
Marjorie was still talking. “You know what you should do, don’t you, Val darling?”
“No, Marjorie. What?” Val asked, amazed Marjorie was too thick-skinned to notice the quiet fury in her voice.
“You should take a lover. Young, old, male, female, it doesn’t matter. All that matters is you have a damned good time being fucked silly and that Andy should find out. That’ll bloody teach him, the philandering sodomist…”
Val wondered idly how Marjorie knew about Andy’s little fetish but she didn’t pursue the matter.
“Thanks, Marjorie,” Val said and put the phone down.
The drinks cabinet beckoned and Val made herself a stiff gin and tonic. As she sipped the drink she wondered whether she really cared about what Marjorie had told her. And she found herself wondering what her feelings were for her husband. Did she even love him anymore?
And then she realized what fun, what sheer blissful fun it would be to get her revenge. And she’d enjoy some bloody good sex into the bargain.
Val finished her drink and stood up, suddenly resolute. Young or old, male or female, Marjorie had said. Well she knew someone who fitted the bill perfectly, just perfectly. A very pretty young woman whose huge breasts turned Val on something wicked…
A Surprise Visitor
Pepper Winston was in her garden lying on a sunlounger reading when the doorbell rang. She was wearing nothing more than a tiny triangle of material covering her mons which left the cheeks of her ass bare. Bridgeford was experiencing a heatwave and Pepper was determined to get an all-over tan.
Deciding she was too under-dressed to answer the door, Pepper kept reading and then jumped with fright when a woman’s voice called out, “Hello!” and Val Brock suddenly appeared, letting herself in by the side gate.
“Oh, Val – hi!” Pepper said, flustered at being almost naked. “Let me just get – ” She started to reach for a towel but Val took it gently but firmly from Pepper’s fingers, spread the towel out on the grass and sat down.
“No need to cover up, darling,” Val said, her eyes meeting Pepper’s. “I saw everything you have at the dinner dance, remember? That fabulous dress!”
A flush of embarrassment colored Pepper’s cheeks.
“Which, apparently, had more than a passing effect on my husband…” Val paused to smile and then asked, “Has he fucked your ass since then, sweetheart?”
“Oh no, of course not – ” Pepper started to exclaim but Val cut her off.
“No? But my friend Marjorie says Mr. Patel the pharmacist told her you bought several tubes of anal lubricant earlier this week.”
“That was for Ian – ” Pepper started to say and then stopped, speechless with surprise as Val stood up and slowly began to unbutton her blouse at the same time as she reached into her shopping bag and brought out a black rubber strap-on cock.
“Don’t lie, darling, it doesn’t suit you.” Val said. “Now let’s go upstairs and make ourselves comfortable, shall we? I understand you’re rather keen on being fucked in your bottom so you can tell me in delicious detail what it feels like when my husband fucks that pretty little asshole of yours while I’m doing the same thing to you with this…”
Pepper is Taken Aback
Later that evening Pepper Winston was crouching on all fours on her double bed. She was wearing a baby-doll nightie which had been thrown back to bare her naked ass. Kneeling between her open legs, her husband had pulled the neckline of her nightie down to bare her full heavy breasts which swayed from side to side with each deep, hard thrust Ian made with his prick in her pussy.
Pepper loved being fucked like this. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy, a thin line of drool escaped from the corners of her mouth, and she rubbed her nipples against the bedspread as she ground her hips back against Ian’s groin, her cunt swallowing his prick with juicy slurping noises she was so creamy with her arousal.
“Oh Ian, that feels wonderful,” Pepper moaned.
Her husband responded by shoving himself even deeper inside her. “Oh god, yes it does – ” he groaned.
But then suddenly he withdrew his cock and Pepper’s opened her eyes as he climbed off the bed.
“Oh darling – ” she started to say but then a little smile crossed her face as she saw Ian pick up the lube from the dresser and smear a thick blob over his fingers. Pepper’s asshole quivered with excited anticipation and she closed her eyes once more.
“I was thinking – ” Ian said as he lubed his cock.
“Mmm?”
“We should invite Andy and Val for dinner. You could make your delicious Spanish Chicken. To say thank you for all their help.”
Closing her eyes, Pepper heard Ian climb onto the bed and felt the slick head of his penis against her asshole. He began to push against the sphincter muscle, forcing it to open and then flexed his hips forward until his glans entered Pepper’s bowels.
“Oh god, sweetheart!” he cried out with delight. “You are so tight tonight! It feels incredible…!”
Pepper didn’t dare tell Ian why she had involuntarily tightened up.
Andy and Val? Together…? Oh. My. God, she thought…
Pepper’s on the Menu
Pepper Winston lay listening to Ian’s breathing as he slept beside her. Poor Ian, Pepper thought as she slid a hand between her legs, her fingers finding her stiff clit as she began to masturbate, he didn’t have a clue that Spanish Chicken hadn’t been all that was on the menu that evening when the Brocks came to dinner.
Wanting to stay cool in the warm evening air, Pepper had worn a halter neck top that left the sides of her breasts bare and a very short skirt that barely covered the dimples of her ass. She gulped when she saw both Andy and Val staring at her lustfully.
“Will you get the drinks, darling?” Ian said as he sat next to Val on the patio.
“Of course,” Pepper said and went to fetch the jug. She’d just stepped into the kitchen when Andy’s mobile rang and she heard him say, “Excuse me,” his voice growing louder as he followed her into the house.
Pepper assumed Andy would take the call in the living room so she opened the fridge and bent down for the jug of Pimms she’d made earlier. Suddenly masculine fingers were lifting the material of her skirt, exposing her bottom, and she had to brace herself as Andy, his phone under his chin, unzipped his pants and slid his cock into her pussy, continuing his call as he fucked her.
Twice more during the evening Andy found an excuse to be alone in the kitchen with Pepper and, despite her protests, fucked her, the third time in the ass. Pepper wouldn’t have minded but when she left the table to relieve herself of all Andy’s sperm, Val followed her and the relieving was done into Val’s hungry mouth!
No doubt about it, thought Pepper as she arched her hips up in excited climax. Juggling two lovers and a sexually voracious husband was not easy…!
Pepper Asks a Favor
It was laundry/cleaning day in the Winston house and Pepper had spent a busy morning. She was about to make a sandwich for lunch when the phone rang. Andy Brock said he was popping round ‘to drop off some papers for Ian’ so Pepper stopped what she was doing, left the front door on the latch and went to undress. Fetching the lube from the bathroom cabinet, she stretched out on her bed and spent an enjoyable few minutes working lubricant round the rim of her anus and as far inside as her fingers could reach.
Before Andy arrived Pepper was hungry. By the time he left she had swallowed three huge loads of Andy’s semen, taking the edge off her appetite, and was breathing heavily, part in passion, part in an effort to cope with Andy’s love of lying behind her in the spoons position, his cock filling her back passage as he ground his belly against the rondures of her bottom, his glans probing for the very depths of her rectum.
“Andy – don’t you think -?” she started to say before groaning softly as Andy withdrew his cock slowly and then slid the full length back into her tight sheath.
“Yes, sweetheart?” he said, barely able to speak with the intense pleasure of sodomizing the lovely young woman.
“That we could fuck the normal way and you come in my pussy instead of you fucking my asshole and then coming in my mouth? I mean, just once in a while?”
“Of course,” Andy said. “As soon I’ve come you suck me nice and clean and then I’ll fuck your pussy.”
“Thank you, that would be nice,” Pepper said softly, amazed at Andy’s stamina. A lunchtime quickie and he was able to flood every hole in her body with sperm. No man she’d ever known could match that, which was why she never said no when the phone rang and Andy said ‘he had some papers to drop off’…
Shopping with Pepper
To her surprise and delight, being made love to two and three times a day made Pepper Winston more rather than less horny. She felt aroused through much of the day, continually ready to be fucked, as if her whole body crackled with sexual energy.
When she went shopping she dressed for her own pleasure. Her lingerie drawer remained untouched. She wore halter tops that displayed her huge breasts so she didn’t have to bother with bras, and matching denim shorts that disappeared up the cleft in her buttocks, outlining the slit of her pussy and set off her long, shapely legs.
At the hairdresser Michelle always complimented Pepper on her glowing skin and the rich tone of her hair. Pepper blushed and said she was just making sure to keep up her protein intake. The chemist, Mr. Patel, would smile and have several tubes of lubricating gel already wrapped in a paper bag whatever else she bought. Every month the newsagent handed her the latest issue of ‘Playgirl’ and the US version of ‘Penthouse’ which she pretended was for Ian.
But it was in the supermarket Pepper enjoyed herself the most. She loved the way her nipples stiffened when she leaned against the chiller cabinets. She lingered over the shampoo bottles, running her fingers up and down their bulbous tops. And she spent the longest time in the fresh produce section, fondling long, firm bananas and thick carrots.
She particularly loved to buy cucumbers and often bought several at once because after being chilled they didn’t keep. And Pepper liked to chill them so they felt deliciously cool as she used them to long, thick dildos, masturbating happily for when Andy came and then, later, Ian.
She knew some people preferred to shop in the nearest large town but Pepper never had any trouble finding what she wanted in the Bridgeford supermarket…
Fred Meets a Video Star
Relief postman Fred Barrett gave the small package he was carrying a quick shake. The postmark was California, USA and it had cost six dollars to send. There was no sound so Fred was none the wiser but at least he had his clipboard and pen ready as the gravel of Pepper Winston’s driveway crunched under his boots.
19-year-old Fred’s imagination was working overtime as he approached the front door. His mouth was dry, his palms felt sweaty, and his penis was erect with excited anticipation. It wasn’t necessary for Pepper to sign for the parcel but he’d mocked up a delivery sheet so he had an excuse to ring the bell.
Maybe Pepper would answer the door in the middle of getting dressed and be buttoning her blouse over her huge bare breasts. Or perhaps she would be wearing just a bra and tiny, g-string panties that were no more than a wisp of material with strings that snaked between the perfect rondures of her buttocks. Perhaps a bathrobe, loosely tied so he could see a creamy smooth breast, a perfect pink nipple, or the slit of her pussy which he knew she kept shaven. Best of all, she might be naked, her hair disheveled, wiping her mouth with her fingers as she swallowed the thick, salty liquid filling her mouth.
Fred knew all this because he possessed a pair of expensive night vision binoculars, there was a large tree overlooking the back of Pepper’s house, Pepper and Ian were always so eager to make love they ever bothered closing the bedroom curtains, and Fred was adept at climbing. His hand was shaking as he reached out and pressed the buzzer…
A Surprise Present
Pepper Winston wondered whether to invite young Fred the relief postman in for a cup of tea and a lie down on the sofa when he rang the doorbell and asked her to sign for the package he was delivering.
She had just come in from her morning walk and was wearing a full-length cashmere coat buttoned up to the neck to keep out the chill and she could see right away the poor young man was very upset about something.
But Fred only mumbled “I’m fine, thanks,” and walked slowly back to his bicycle to continue his round.
“Who on earth is sending me surprise parcels?” Pepper wondered as she unbuttoned her coat and hung it up in a closet then walked through to the kitchen. “And from America?”
She turned on the coffee percolator and helped herself to a chocolate biscuit. Then she took a sharp knife and carefully opened the package.
Inside was a small, beautifully carved wooden box. Pepper opened the silver clasp and gasped with surprise. The box contained a glass buttplug, obviously hand-blown in a single piece by a craftsman. There was a card in the box with a message from the person who’d ordered the gift. It read, ‘For your pleasure and mine, A.’
Pepper lifted the buttplug out of its velvet lining. She held the glass up to the light and marveled at its silky, sensual smoothness. She ran her fingers over it, mentally gauging the thickness of the widest point of the bulb. “Oh my god,” she said softly. “It won’t fit, surely?”
Behind her the coffee percolated but she ignored it.
“Well, come on, girl,” Pepper said as she made her way upstairs. “Only one way to find out…” and she laughed with excitement and pleasure.
A Nasty Shock
Sometimes Pepper Winston wished she had a video camera and could tape her lunchtime sex sessions with Andy Brock. She’d watch repeatedly the expression of ecstasy on her face as she lay on her back, her legs in the air, her huge heavy breasts bouncing in time with Andy’s thrusts, marveling at the way the glass buttplug filled her rectum to capacity as Andy filled the adjoining passage with ten inches of his thick hard pumping prick.
But if she had a recording there was always a chance Ian might find it and she knew there was no way he’d understand that she could love her husband to distraction but be addicted to sex with Andy particularly when, as now, he slowed his movements and reached down between the cheeks of her ass to gently withdraw the buttplug, drop it on the bedspread and slowly slide something almost as hard but warm and oozing semen deep into her bowels.
Pepper reached behind her to take hold of the metal bars of the bed’s frame, her fingers white as she gripped them in ecstasy. Every nerve in her body was alive to the pleasure radiating from her back passage and she screamed, “Yes, oh god, YES!” as she climaxed in great bucking heaves, her asshole tightening round Andy’s cock and milking him to orgasm at the same time.
His prick still embedded in Pepper’s behind, Andy slumped forward and she kissed him. “Thank you for my wonderful gift,” she whispered.
“My pleasure,” Andy said and then his smile faded.
“What’s the matter?”
“Shh,” Andy hissed and Pepper followed his gaze.
“Oh. My. God,” Pepper said slowly, following Andy’s hand as he reached out to the last bar in the bedframe where there was a thin wire coiled round the metal.
Andy slid his cock from Pepper’s asshole and climbed off the bed so he could look behind the frame. The wire ended in a tiny microphone fixed to the back of the support bar, less than a foot where his and Pepper’s heads had been while he was fucking his cock between her breasts until he emptied his balls into her mouth, then flooded her pussy with his sperm and finally gushed cum into her asshole.
It appeared Pepper weas not the only one who was fucked.
Ian Makes a Decision
Ian Winston was sitting at his desk, looking down into an open drawer, when he heard his secretary’s voice.
“I’m just going to go for lunch, boss,” she said. Can I bring you anything?”
“No, thanks, Carol. I’m fine,” Ian said, closing the drawer. “But I might have a ten-minute nap. Will you lock the outer door when you go?”
“Of course. Won’t be long,” she said and smiled.
As soon as he heard Carol’s key turn in the lock, Ian opened the drawer again. Inside was a small wireless receiver linked to a miniature digital recorder. Ian picked up a pair of mini-headphones and put them on.
He heard his wife Pepper moaning softly, “Yes, oh yes, just like that. That feels so good!” and knew someone was licking her pussy. Almost breathless with excitement, Ian unzipped his trousers and began to masturbate, his cock huge and hard in his fist.
Ian had loved listening to the sounds of women being fucked since he was a teenager and knew enough about electronics to install tiny microphones in the bedrooms of his mother and older sister. Without fail, one or the other was fucked every day but what he hadn’t expected, and found powerfully erotic, was both women had a lover in common: his father.
Now he found listening to his wife being fucked just as powerfully erotic. The rhythm of his masturbation matched Pepper’s moans of delight and he knew he would come when she did.
“Yes, oh god, yes!” Pepper screamed in climax and Ian cried out as his sperm gushed over his fingers.
A moment later, Ian heard Pepper whisper, “Thank you for my wonderful gift.”
A man’s voice responded, “My pleasure,” and Ian removed the headphones.
He decided it was time to confront the man who was fucking and sodomizing his wife on a daily basis.
Coitus Interrupted!
Pepper Winston didn’t know what upset her more. The fact the microphone meant her husband Ian now had conclusive proof she was being unfaithful, and with whom, or that Andy Brock was so totally unconcerned he was standing nude in the kitchen as he drank the coffee she had made.
“Andy -!” Pepper hissed. “For God’s sake, Ian could be here any minute! I’m still his wife, you know!”
She was wearing a robe and pulled the cord tied at her waist even tighter as she stood up and took her cup to the sink.
“I do know, darling,” Andy said, leaning close to her and whispering in her ear. “That’s what makes it so delightful. Sodomizing the perfect little wife who totally adores having my big dick sliding back and forth in her back passage, the greedy girl.”
Pepper shivered because she knew what Andy said was true. Unfortunately he took it as a sign of desire and moved closer to her, trapping her against the sink as he reached down and took the hem of her robe in his hands and lifted it slowly to bare her buttocks to his lustful gaze.
“Please, Andy, not now – ” Pepper started to say.
“Yes, now,” Andy said. “You know you want it again.”
He bent his knees, stroking the head of his cock along the furrow until it was positioned on Pepper’s anus, slippery with lube and his sperm. Then he straightened his legs and slid his prick into her rectum, at the same time reaching round to pull open her robe and fill his hands with her huge, bare breasts.
Pepper sighed and closed her eyes in pleasure.
And then she nearly collapsed in shock as she heard her husband’s voice behind her.
“Dammit Brock,” Ian Winston snarled. “Get your bloody cock out of my wife’s bum!”
Ian Sees Red
Ian might have found listening to the sound of his wife being fucked extremely erotic, but seeing it happen in front of him was a very different matter.
The sight of a naked Andy Brock standing behind Pepper, repeatedly thrusting his prick, glistening with lube and semen, into her beautiful behind while he filled his hands to overflowing with her huge heavy breasts, made Ian see red with rage. He wanted to punch Andy Brock and do it so hard the philanderer would never again be able to seduce someone else’s wife, much less his own beloved Pepper.
But Ian knew he had to be careful. One rash act in a moment of fury and he might well spend the rest of his life behind bars or, worse, lose Andy Brock’s accounting business.
“Just stop that – now!” Ian demanded.
“Well…no, old chap, I don’t think I will,” Andy replied, speaking with difficulty as he luxuriated in sodomizing Pepper. “You invited me to partake of this delicious morsel initially and Pepper has been inviting me into her bed on her own behalf ever since…”
At a loss for words in the face of Andy Brock’s defiance, Ian appealed to his wife. “Pepper – stop him!” he cried.
“Oh – god – Ian – darling – I – I – ” and Ian watched as she reached back to pull open the cheeks of her buttocks, enabling Andy to thrust even deeper into her rectum, his prick making loud squelching noises as his balls slapped against the wet lips of her cunt.
Ian was bewildered by Pepper’s lack of resistance. “Pepper!” he said weakly. “Don’t you love me?”
“Of course I do, darling, but – ”
“That’s IT!” Ian shouted. “I won’t watch this spectacle a moment longer – I’m going to the pub!”
And, as he banged the kitchen door behind him, Ian shouted, “And I may be gone some time!”
Peter Provides a Solution
“Another whisky?” Peter Wilby, publican of ‘The Bridgeford Arms’, asked Ian Winston.
“Atsh nice,” said Ian, the six he’d already drunk making him slur his words. “You’re a nish man, Peeder. You wooden fuck ‘nother man’s wife, woodjew?”
“Is that the problem, Mr. Winston?” Peter said, trying his hardest to keep a straight face. “Has someone been making advances towards your lovely wife?”
Peter knew bloody well someone had, and who it was.
“You and I are frendsh!” Ian cried as Peter put the drink in front him. “So you can call me Ian.”
Peter leaned closer to Ian.
“We have a way of sorting these things out in this village,” he said and several of the nearby drinkers who were listening intently murmured in agreement. “If a man has a grievance then he comes here to sort it out.”
“Wod, over drinksh? I bet I can drink you under the table, Andy bloody Brock, that short of thing?”
“No, not quite,” said Peter and he led Ian over to above the fireplace and something covered by a small curtain. He drew the curtain back to reveal a small wooden plaque.
Ian read the words out loud:
When a woman cannot choose,
‘Twixt her husband and another,
Then the two must here fight,
That the winner be her lover.
“We’ve been settling disputes by bare knuckle fighting since the pub was built in 1610,” Peter said. “You just go and challenge the bastard who’s wronged you. If he refuses to fight, the whole village will brand him a coward.”
“Thas shit!” Ian cried in triumph, and rushed out into the night, leaving the pub’s patrons roaring helplessly with laughter.
Sans Pitié for Val
“And then the drunken bastard slapped me and demanded satisfaction!” Andy Brock said to his wife Val as he helped himself to a large gin and tonic. “I mean how could I bloody climax with him raving some rubbish about ‘the winner be her lover’? It put me right off.”
Val knew Andy was being deliberately callous but she did not dare protest. The reason she did not, and why she accepted his philandering, was she was deeply, viscerally, scared of her husband.
“What will you do?” she asked quietly.
“Fight him of course. I’ve seen that plaque in Wilby’s pub. Just thought it was a bloody joke. I mean, bare knuckle fighting, how positively medieval!”
“Sans pitié, as I understand it,” Val said, her voice cool.
“What the fuck does that mean?” Andy snapped.
Val could see Andy was simmering with anger as he finished his drink and poured another. She chose her words carefully.
“It’s medieval French. It means, ‘Without pity’. Until one of you is beaten senseless.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Andy said and Val could see he was directing his rage and frustration at her. “It was just so annoying. He marched in just as I was about to come. Left me feeling quite backed up.”
Val shuddered as Andy put his drink down on the coffee table and walked over to where she was sitting on the sofa. He grabbed her legs and pulled them up and open, causing her skirt to ride up her thighs exposing her stockings and suspender belt.
“Mmm,” Andy said as he unzipped and bared his extremely hard prick. “You know I love you wearing those.”
“Andy, no, not like this, please,” Val said, tears in her eyes.
“Bloody gorgeous asshole Pepper Winston’s got,” Andy said, as he reached down and pulled Val’s panties down her legs. “Sucks the cum right out of me. Exactly like yours is going to do, my love…”
Pepper Makes Amends
Pepper Winston brought her husband Ian a cup of strong, black coffee and put it on the bedside table. “Good morning,” she said softly and leaned down to kiss him.
Ian turned away from her.
“Oh please, darling,” Pepper cried, tears springing to her eyes. “It isn’t only my fault. You gave me to him in the first place! There was just something overpowering about him. I couldn’t say no – ”
“You didn’t have to say yes so bloody often,” Ian said with heavy sarcasm.
“It was like rape, that was it,” said Pepper, blowing her nose. “He’d turn up and have his big thing hanging out of his trousers and he always wanted my bum and – ” She stopped speaking and started crying in earnest.
Ian turned toward her. “Well, was it rape or wasn’t it?”
“Not technically, no,” Pepper said. Her huge breasts heaved with emotion as she said in a rush, “Oh darling, I’m so proud of you, defending my honor against that beast of a man.”
“My honor, you mean,” Ian said in a cold voice. “You haven’t got any left.”
“Ohhhhhh!” Pepper wailed and collapsed on the bed, her whole body shaking as she sobbed.
Suddenly she felt Ian’s hand on her shoulder.
“If I win, you won’t be able to see him again, you know. And we’ll have to move. We can’t go on living here.”
Pepper sat up. “I know,” she said.
“We’ll have to start again. As man and wife.”
“I’d like that,” Pepper said.
Ian reached out and gently hooked his finger under the straps of her nightie, pulling them down over the slopes of her breasts. He bent his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth, biting at the firm tip.
“I really do promise I won’t see him again,” Pepper said and reached hungrily for her husband’s erect prick.
Peter’s Quiet Word
Around the time on Friday morning Ian Winston made his wife scream in pleasure as he spurted two huge loads of sperm first into her pussy and then the welcoming depths of her bottom, Peter Wilby the publican was having a quiet word with Nelson Sedley, editor of ‘The Bridgeford Gazette’, over coffee in the Lounge Bar, their cups fortified with a slug of brandy.
“Never thought I’d see the day someone took on Andy Brock,” Nelson said. “Mind you, that bastard’s had it coming to him for a long time.”
“No question,” said Peter. He leaned towards Nelson. “But is Ian Winston the man to do it?”
“Dunno,” said Nelson. “He’s heavier than Brock but probably less fit. If he lands a good punch then it could be all over in seconds but that’s a big ‘if’. Any more coffee?”
Peter poured it and then another, less generous, slug of brandy into the swirling depths.
“Looking forward to seeing Pepper Winston in here, though,” Peter said, leering at Nelson.
“Oh God, yes,” Nelson said. He emptied his cup and stood up. “Well, thanks for the coffee. You want the usual notice of ‘a social gathering’ taking place in the back yard of the on Sunday night at 9pm sharp? To let everyone know?”
“Gawd, they’d have to be dead not to know, the speed gossip gets around this village. But yes, and on the front page please. It’ll be good for business.”
“Leave it to me,” Nelson said, and smiled.
Ready for Bed
On the Saturday night Pepper Winston was sitting naked in front of her dressing table mirror. She reached for a bottle of almond body oil, poured the white cream into her palm and started massaging it into the smooth skin of her big heavy breasts.
Next to her Ian Winston stood in front of the wardrobe mirror, turning sideways and then full on, examining himself critically.
He was wearing a pair of trousers he had made a special trip into London to buy from Hackett’s in Covent Garden.
“Ah yes, sir,” the assistant had said. “‘Prizefighter’s pants’, they’re called. First worn in the 18th century for bare-knuckle fist fighting. Fancy dress is it, sir?”
“Er – yes,” Ian had said. “That’s right. For a party.”
The pants were figure-hugging and finished just below the knee, leaving room for socks held up by suspenders. Ian had bought matching brown leather shoes and a thick leather belt to hold the pants up. Underwear was not permitted which meant Ian’s cock and balls were clearly outlined against the soft fabric.
“Mmm, you look good in those,” Pepper said. “Darling? You know what you said about not doing this for my honor? Did you mean it?”
“No, darling. I was angry. You know I’m doing this for you.”
“Thank you,” Pepper said, shivering slightly as she rubbed more of the cool cream into the taut tips of her nipples.
Ian walked over and stood behind Pepper, watching what she was doing.
Pepper met his gaze and slowly opened her legs. The lips of her cunt were pink and glistening. “Do you want to…? With the hairbrush? Fill both holes at once?”
“God, yes,” Ian said.
Pepper laughed as she lay back on the bed. She was looking forward to the slow, sweet entry of the brush’s handle…
Val Makes a Wish
An accomplished seamstress, Val Brock was able to Google the design of the pants Andy would need for the fight and she went to the nearby town on Saturday morning to buy the material. She spent Saturday evening in her workroom cutting, sewing and avoiding Andy who, she was only too aware, was seething with rage at having to accept Ian’s challenge.
Reluctantly, she called to Andy, “Can you come up? I need to check the fit before I finish off the inseams.”
Andy appeared at the door. “I suppose you want me to strip off,” he said.
“Not on my account,” Val thought but didn’t say.
Andy unbuckled his trousers and pushed them down his legs. He wasn’t wearing briefs. He started to pull his polo shirt off as well.
“That’s fine,” Val said quickly, “There’s no need – ”
“No need to what, darling?” Andy said, standing naked. He reached down and closed his fingers round the shaft of his cock, stroking it to hardness.
Val clutched her dressmaking scissors and held them towards him. “Don’t think you can do again what you did to me the other night,” she said defiantly. “There was no love in that and I didn’t enjoy it.”
“Pity,” said Andy. “I rather did. Especially as I was thinking of that girl I met the other day while I was fucking your ass.”
“What girl?”
“Cinnamon Whitlake. Pepper Winston’s sister apparently. She answered the door when I went around to drop some papers off for Ian. We had a nice chat, opened a bottle of wine, sat close together on the sofa, that sort of thing. Very sociable girl, actually.”
“Oh god, you didn’t -?”
Andy didn’t reply. He simply grinned.
Val threw the trousers at him. “Oh God, I wish Ian Winston would fucking kill you,” she said, a venomous hatred in her voice.
A Discovery Made
The great and good, the deeply interested who were betting on the outcome, and the merely curious of Bridgeford were already waiting outside ‘The Bridgeford Arms’ when it opened at 6.30pm on the Sunday evening. By seven Peter Wilby was doing a roaring trade and the barmaid, Lucretia, was exhausted, her hair disheveled, her bodice coming undone to reveal one perfect breast. She was too busy to tuck it back in.
Veterinary surgeon Nigel Frampton, sitting with Constable Ken Pickthorne, had to shout above the din. “You mean it’s really bare-knuckle fist fighting?”
“Yes. And totally illegal, vet’n’ry.”
“Good grief,” said Frampton, shaking his head.
“Still, what the law don’t see…” said Pickthorne with a broad grin. “Pint?”
“My round. Where’s that plaque you mentioned?”
“Over there. That young woman’s standing in front of it.”
Frampton walked over to the fireplace. Someone jostled him and he bumped gently into the young woman. “Holy fuck,” he almost said, taking in her red hair, topaz eyes and voluptuous figure. Instead he said, “The wronged husband or the dastardly lover?”
“Sorry?” the young woman said.
Frampton, a confirmed bachelor for all his 35 years, felt a strange drowning sensation start in his toes and work its way up to his groin. “Sorry, I’m not making much sense. Are you supporting the husband or the lover?”
“The husband. I’m Pepper Winston’s sister, Cinnamon Whitlake,” the woman said, holding out her hand.
Frampton shook it, reluctant to let go. “Can I get you a drink?”
“Please,” said Cinnamon. “Vodka tonic.”
“I’m with Ken Pickthorne,” Frampton said, nodding towards the constable who grinned. “Perhaps you’d join us?”
“All right,” Cinnamon said and smiled.
Frampton wondered if he would reach the bar without falling over. This is ridiculous, he thought to himself. Surely love at first sight was just romantic nonsense…wasn’t it?
Ian Takes Heart
Peter Wilby had made available a small room in the pub for Ian Winston to change. Ian stood with Pepper, wondering how he was going to survive a fight with his bare fists.
The only fighting he’d ever done had been at school. A few thumps and a shout of ‘Pax!’ had ended the fight with victory to the winner, humiliation for the loser. But this was very different from childhood battles.
He knew he was bigger than Andy and could probably hit harder, but he was out of shape and guessed Brock might be fitter and quicker, largely because he got so much exercise in the bedrooms of Bridgeford and at the golf club which was how this bloody mess started in the first place.
Ian stripped and Pepper handed him the boxing pants. He pulled them on, desperate to feel the confidence he’d felt in their bedroom. His mind suddenly filled with the vision of Pepper lying full-length face-up on top of him, her hair fanned out across the pillow, her mouth meeting his hungrily, her breasts bouncing as she moaned and shuddered in passion, his prick thrust to the hilt in the depths of her bottom. Only the bristles of the hairbrush were visible between her legs, the brush’s handle buried in her cunt so Ian could feel its hardness against the shaft of his prick as he fucked the adjoining passage.
He looked across Pepper now. He knew she loved him but he found it hard to understand why she had allowed Andy Brock to fuck her after that first time. Agreeing to Andy’s twisted proposal had been the biggest mistake he’d ever made; he had been stupid to accept Andy’s notion he needed repaying for their invitation to the dinner dance and now it had come to this.
“You do love me, don’t you, Pepper?” he said.
“If there were time I’d show you how much,” Pepper said softly.
“That’s all I need to hear,” Ian said, and smiled at her.
The Dutiful Wife
Standing in the room Peter Wilby had made available, Andy Brock was feeling confident as he stripped off his trousers. He was about to pull on the boxing pants but stopped.
“Opinion is undecided, you know,” he said.
“About what?” Val said, hating it when Andy’s comments were cryptic.
“About whether sportsmen should have sex before competition.”
“Oh god,” Val said.
“Some doctors think they shouldn’t because it takes the edge off their will to win. Others say it’s beneficial because of the release of hormones. I think we should find out, don’t you?”
“Andy, there isn’t time – ” Val said as her husband put his hands on her shoulders and made her sit on the bed, her face level with his groin.
“There’s always time for this, sweetheart,” he said, as he took her chin in his fingers and made it clear she should open her mouth.
Val knew she had no choice. She looked up at Andy as he slid the glans of his cock between her lips. Her mouth filled with the sweet, salt taste of Andy’s semen.
Slowly he fed her the shaft of his cock, inch after inch sliding into the warm embrace of her lips and tongue. She knew Andy was probing for the back of her throat and he withdrew slightly, then pushed in again.
Despite herself, Val reached up for the over-full sacs of his balls, rolling them in her fingers. She swallowed the sperm that was already flowing from the tip of Andy’s cock and knew he was close to climax already.
“Yes, oh yesss,” Andy groaned above her. “Oh Val, you know how to do that so well – OHHH YESSS!”
Spurts of thick, creamy salty cum filled Val’s mouth. She swallowed them greedily, enjoying the sensation as the mass slid down her throat to pool in her stomach. If nothing else, she did at least try to be a dutiful wife.
Time is Called
Peter Wilby called for silence. The crowd gathered in the back yard of the pub hushed in expectation.
“Gentlemen,” he said, addressing Ian and Andy. “The challenge has been issued and accepted. To the winner, the spoils.”
Everyone looked at Pepper, who blushed.
“You must fight sans pitié, as tradition demands, with no gouging or biting. Blows must be to the head or body, no blows below the belt.”
“Yeah, Andy,” Lenny Bond shouted out. “You wouldn’t want yer precious bollocks damaged, wouldjer?” There was a roar of laughter.
“Gentlemen, you may begin.”
Ian moved forward, his hands clenched into fists and held up before him. Opposite him, Andy did the same.
“Come on, darling!” Pepper shouted.
“Yeah, but which one?” Lenny called out to more laughter.
Ian lunged forward. The punch missed but it brought Ian within striking distance and Andy hit him hard on the side of the head. Ian went down to his knees. A collective groan of disappointment rose from the crowd.
Pepper and Cinnamon helped Ian struggle to his feet, Pepper’s face showing her surprise at her sister’s unexpected support.
Groggy, shaking his head, unsteady on his feet, Ian again took up the correct stance.
Andy jabbed and Ian ducked. Bent low, Ian hit Andy in the stomach who let out an ‘ooof’ and doubled over.
It was instinctive. Something Ian had seen in the movies. He interlaced his fingers and hit Andy, hard, on the back of the head. Andy Brock collapsed.
Peter Wilby counted to ten.
Andy stayed down.
Gerry Reade, the village doctor, rushed forward and checked the downed man’s pulse. “He’s unconscious!” he shouted.
There was a roar of approval and Pepper rushed into Ian’s arms. Val snorted and went to get herself a large drink. Lenny Bond threw a bucket of water over Andy.
The great fight was over.
Cinnamon’s Juicy Fruit
Naturally promiscuous, Cinnamon Whitlake was almost continually sexually aroused. But even she was in danger of being overwhelmed by the evening’s triple assault on her senses.
Moving through the throng to stand ringside, Cinnamon had distinctly felt someone take advantage of her rather too short skirt during the big fight. It had been an enjoyable grope, seeing as the owner of the mysterious hand obviously appreciated the beauty of her backside because he’d spent a generous amount of time following the curves of her derrière before reaching the target.
Try as she might Cinnamon couldn’t suppress a squeal of pleasure as a thick finger slid into her anus and she looked round to see if she could catch the culprit. Men on all sides winked pleasantly at her but the intruder had quickly withdrawn and she was none the wiser.
Then there was the guilty thrill of watching two men battle for the honor of her sister, although knowing Pepper’s sexually submissive nature Cinnamon wouldn’t have traded two bottle-tops for that, never mind go several rounds. Fortunately the fight had ended in less than one.
And finally there was the dishy vet, Nigel, one of the men who winked at her. Surely it wasn’t him…? Oh god, thought Cinnamon, aware the creamy liquid sensation in her cunt had turned into a flood and not only were her pussylips slippery wet but the inner surfaces of her thighs were as well.
God, she really needed a fuck.
“Nigel, I feel a little faint,” she managed to yell in his ear.
“My car’s outside. Care for a nightcap at my place?”
“That would be lovely,” Cinnamon said and smiled, wondering what excuse she could find to lift Nigel’s fingers to her nose in the hope they carried a familiar scent…
Pepper’s *Very* Personal Care
Pepper Winston’s huge breasts were positively enormous, swollen with pride. Her wonderful husband Ian had defended her honor and thumped beastly Andy Brock senseless in front of the whole village. Now everyone would know she was a wronged woman who had been taken advantage of, sometimes several times in one day.
Ian was lying on the bed, a cold compress across his brow, his head throbbing from the only blow Brock had managed to land. Gerry Reade had reassured Pepper Ian was quite alright and given her his telephone number in case she felt in need of a doctor’s care and attention. Pepper wondered if he meant as a patient or in bed but she told herself to stop being silly. Not every man in the village was like Andy…
In addition to providing a room for Ian to recover from the fight, Peter Wilby had thoughtfully provided a bottle of muscle rub in case of injury and Pepper decided she would take her husband’s medical care into her own hands. She poured some of the rub into her palms and began to smooth it over Ian’s chest.
“Mmm, that feels nice,” he said from under the compress.
Pepper was so proud of her husband she decided she would rub in the soothing lotion in a far more novel way than simply using her fingers. She unbuttoned her blouse and pressed the soft weight of her bare breasts into the warm liquid.
“Mmm, that feels even nicer,” Ian said.
Pepper reached down and unbuttoned Ian’s pants, running his zipper down. The motion she was making with her breasts took on less of a circular and more of a languid up and down motion.
The room filled with slippery sounds. Then it wasn’t Ian making the ‘mmm’ sound of enjoyment but Pepper, followed by wet slurping sounds and then, finally, gulping sounds which went on for at least a minute.
Pepper was nothing if not a grateful wife when her husband had fought so valiantly.
Nigel Comes Clean
Cinnamon Whitlake shivered with desire as Nigel Frampton pulled into the driveway leading to the house where he lived and from where he ran his veterinary practice. God, she thought, handsome, sexy and rich.
She followed Nigel into the hallway and unbuttoned her coat, handing it to him just as a large German Shepherd padded into view. Cinnamon bent and stroked the dog’s head who licked her face affectionately, not once but several times. She blushed and waited for Nigel to rescue her but he only said, “Stop that, Rex,” and batted the dog away gently, adding, “Do go on through to the living room. I’ll just be a minute.”
Cinnamon sat on the sofa and looked around. Shelves filled with DVDs took up a corner of the room. Every title was a Western.
“Cognac?” Nigel asked when he returned.
“Please.”
Nigel handed her a brandy glass and then sat next to her, his eyes meeting hers and drifting down to the stiff tips of her nipples pressing against her blouse and the expanse of creamy thigh she was displaying. She knew if her skirt rode up any more he would see her shaven pussy.
Cinnamon nodded her head at the movies. “Did you want to grow up to be John Wayne?”
“Nah, I just loved Westerns as a kid. Which led to an interest in horses and I became a vet to look after them.”
Cinnamon sipped her cognac. “Nigel?” she said softly. “Did you feel me up in the pub?”
“God no,” he said and laughed. “That’d be Ken Pickthorne, our policeman. Wandering hands, I’m afraid.”
“Oh,” said Cinnamon, slightly disappointed.
Nigel reached out and rested his hand on her thigh. “Not that I wouldn’t love to… But in a nice warm bed?”
“Ride ’em, cowboy…” Cinnamon whispered.
Cinnamon Mounted
Working for a PR company in central London, Cinnamon Whitlake liked to do her bit to support the arts. Pop stars, movie actors and opera singers had all given some of their finest performances between her legs, emerging to a rapturous reception. But not even Oscar and Grammy winners could match the sexual expertise a humble country vet was currently demonstrating.
Barely had she unbuttoned her blouse and settled back on Nigel Frampton’s bed than he had her legs waving in the air, her knees pressed back against her bare breasts and his face buried deep in the folds of her smooth-shaven pussy lips. To Cinnamon’s amazement, her first orgasm occurred within seconds of Nigel blowing gently over the super-sensitive folds and she came in great shuddering heaves, flooding his mouth, cheeks and chin with warm honey.
Nigel treated her private parts like a three-course meal. For hors d’oeuvres he sucked her clit to maximum stiffness and then licked it gently Cinnamon almost fainted. The main course lay in the depths of her pussywalls that spasmed and closed around the thick tongue which pressed them open and lapped over their sensitive surfaces. She thought he lingered a while longer than the tight muscle of her rosehole deserved and she suspected he was savoring the scent as much as the rich flavor of her rectum, but all in all it was gourmet feasting that left her quivering, moaning, shaking and desperate to be fucked.
Within moments Nigel’s clothes were discarded. His lips met hers, his cock met her pussylips, Cinnamon moaned and climaxed. Again.
Nigel entered her with delicious slowness. Inch after inch after inch after inch…
My god thought Cinnamon. Nigel being fond of horses is one thing but having a cock that felt as big as the bloody stallions he cared for was going a bit far!
Another First for Cinnamon
Shortly afterwards, following a vigorous bout of while-showering intercourse, Cinnamon managed to take eight of the ten inches of Nigel’s cock that was on offer into the tightly clasping depths of her delectable derrière with the aid of a lubricant normally reserved for delivering calves. This was no mean feat when it was her sister Pepper who was more elastic in that region by dint of frequent usage.
A cry of climactic pleasure erupted from so deep in Nigel’s chest Cinnamon thought he would do himself an injury as he pumped the contents of his balls into her bowels. And it was while he was doing so that Cinnamon wondered about injury in a different context when she realized just how far Nigel had insinuated himself into her heart.
Everything had happened so shockingly quickly Cinnamon had no way of knowing if Nigel returned the intensity of affection she had begun to feel for him. Now that was the question.
But then, early the next morning, spooned naked in Nigel’s arms in what she now considered to be ‘their’ bed, his mouth tracing delicate kisses over her neck and the erogenous zone just below her ear, his hands filled to overflowing with her breasts, his still-hard prick bathing in the mix of lube and the abundant semen he had just pumped into her bowels, Cinnamon heard something that proved this wasn’t a spurt-in-the-back-passage affair.
“Cinnamon, darling?”
“Mmm?”
“Will you marry me? Give Bridgeford something to celebrate when it’s cold and dark this winter?”
“Oh Nigel, what can I say to a man who is even now plumbing depths no other lover has reached? The answer is yes, of course. Provided Pepper and Ian can come on the honeymoon with us. I mean she is my sister and they deserve a chance to bring the magic back into their relationship.”
“Done.”
And, with her mind happily filled with the sublime vision of herself and Pepper on Cinnamon’s wedding night, lying side-by-side on an extremely large hotel bed, hers and her sister’s mouths locked together, kissing passionately while Nigel fucked her ass and Ian sodomized his now-extremely-faithful wife, Cinnamon fell blissfully asleep.
To be continued…
© Alex Barton, 2021