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MARTINI SARAH PART 2Before and after we were married wife Sarah loved to be adventurous and “mess around” sexually at any time any place any where like the old drink commercial from the 1960-70s and some times it was embarrassing which tended to turn her on even more. Quite surprising we Didn,t get caught more often really. My face was really red when one evening when “courting” at her house in North London whilst I was on leave from my Air Base in West Germany we both got so carried away we lost track of time and Sarah was happily loudly sucking away on my throbbing cocks head when I exploded in her mouth. At that very moment her mother entered carrying a tray with two cups of coffee and cookies on it. Sarah quickly apologised taking my spunking prick out of her mouth as it continued to pump my heavy ejaculate and crammed it back in my trousers while I was too far gone to say a word. Her Mum said nothing, just set the tray down and left quickly. Sarah told me her Mum told her off about her “filthy habit” yet a few months later she walked in on her parents while they were having oral sex with her mother eagerly swallowing her father,s cum quite happily. “My Mum,s a bloody hypocrite!” Sarah sighed. As I hadn,t been able to fly to London till the Wednesday before our Saturday wedding we had little time for any kind of sex play, but on the Wednesday night Sarah managed to sneak into my room for a quickie fuck, our first fuck in f******n months and though it was hurried it was great and kept me going through that hectic next two days, our hen and stag parties held on Thursday night güvenilir bahis and of course Friday I slept at the best man,s house because of tradition. Saturday morning though I,d slept very little I rode, had breakfast and after I,d bathed put on my hired morning suit without a top hat as Sarah had asked me not to wear my uniform though I thought it looked rather smart. The day was cool and windy but no rain for the penultimate day of August at the lovely old church her parents had been married in as she and her father arrived twenty minutes late for the service. The ceremony took place without a hitch and we were married.the rigmarole Of signing paperwork and what seemed hundreds of photographs finally completed we jumped in a hired limousine and repaired to a local public house for the reception where we ate and drank for the first time asa wedded couple, had our first dance and gave my speech in a far different accent than I have now. I still sound American, but my speech is slower and more understandable now though when I fly back to the USA it dorsn,t take long to slip back into “quicker speech”. We managed to leave the reception by about 5pm, both of us now changed out of our wedding attire and were driven by hired car to a top West End Hotel and the Honeymoon Suite Sarah had pre booked. We decided to have our first supper in our room washed down with sparkling wine for her and champagne from the management for me as Sarah doesn,t like it. When she switched on the television “Saturday Nihht at the Palladeum” was on, first time I,d ever seen the programme and I,m not türkçe bahis sure if.Bruce Forsyth or Des O,Connor was hosting it. Sarah gave me my wedding gift a set of green silk pyjamas so as she continued to watch tv I soaked in the large bath getting nice and clean for her. Towelled off and now wearing my new pyjamas I took over watching the goggle box as she went for her bath and to put on my wedding gift to her a near transparent black lace negligee. Eventually as I became engrossed in the tv her voice came to me “Ahem Mr. Taylor! So what do you think of your new Bride?” I glanced up at a vision in lace. The only light in the room came from the lights beside the mirror in the bathroom so as Sarah stood framed in the doorway her body seemed illuminate like a heavenly being with a halo. This twenty two year old beauty had brushed her usual blonde beehive hair style our and wore her hair long past her shoulders and almost to the tips of those big breasts of hers, her face wreathed in angelic smiles as she stood before me, the negligee not concealing any of her body though shadows obscured her thick pubic curls and fleshy lower lips, legs long and feet almost too small for her dancer,s pins. “Will I do then?” she smiled even more magically as my cock rose in anticipation and my body left the sofa in quick time to embrace her. “Mrs Taylor. You will do very nicely indeed! How about a Lovely Fuck?” “You know I don,t like it when you use that sort of language!” she scolded me. In those days even though she could be a very passionate female she was still a bit of a prude when it came güvenilir bahis siteleri to dirty talking. “Oh come on my Love! It,s only you and me here! I want to make love to you, but hate all that flowery talk! I want to put my hard Cock in your hot Pussy and fill you up with Cum! What,s wrong with that?” I sniffed. “If you want to have a romantic night and have your way with me you,ll have to watch your language!” she warned. Half an hour later though as I thrust my stiffie in and out of her squelching twat though her body belied her prudishness as she matched me thrust for thrust then pleaded with me to fill her to the brim with baby gravy. But I worked on her and within a few months she Didn,t seem to mind me talking dirty to her though it would take nearly two years before she,d talk dirty to me and her language was so unexpected it turned me on even more and seemed to have the same effect on me. So instead of a horrid painful completely forgetful wedding night it was an enjoyable occasion with both of us experiencing intense sensual climaxes not worrying how messy the sheets became. It,s a good thing my wife booked a wake up call for 7am Sunday morning or I doubt we,d have made it to the train in time to travel to Somerset for our three day painfully short honeymoon. We took advantage to fuck as often as possible wherever we could and if we offended any one tough luck as we knew we,d be apart for at least a month as Sarah waited for her visa to join me in the USA till my eight years with the Air Force were completed. My flight left st 11:15 am the next Wednesday so we spent nearly all of Tuesday night sucking and fucking each other till we could barely walk yet somehow I managed to board the plane and fly back to remote North Dakota and six more weeks of loneliness and no Sarah or her sweet pussy. TBC

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