I suppose the whole thing was my fault to begin with. If I hadn't screwed up a
crucial order at work last year, none of this would have happened. That's when
things first started going wrong, when they fired me. I was out of work a month
before my wedding day. Karen was great about it, at first. She reassured me that
I'd find another job, but the truth was that prospects were slim for someone
with no special skills and no great reference from his previous employer. I
consoled myself by spending more time with Karen, trying to get her to come
across before the ceremony. She's a beautiful woman, with soft brown hair,
enchanting green eyes, and a curvy figure that drove me wild. She was a bit of a
prude though, and wanted to be a virgin for her wedding night - a wedding night
that I wanted to be special. The problem was that I was footing the bill for
that excursion and was having to re-think where we would go for the weekend. A
buddy of mine suggested a romantic camping trip, which had the virtue of being
cheap. Karen wasn't too enthused about it, but agreed to go along. "You're all I
want, Alan." she said. "Anywhere we go, we'll be together." As it turned out,
that was not exactly true. The wedding went all right, I suppose, though one of
Karen's bridesmaids took me aside to tell me that even though Karen was upset
about the change in honeymoon plans I shouldn't worry, and that Karen's "moods"
didn't last long. Karen was all smiles with me though, so I put that down to
wedding jitters. It was when we arrived at the mountain campsites that Karen
first expressed her anger. The campsites weren't exactly as advertised, there
was no cabin, just a cleared area and a picnic table. The "picturesque" location
was deep in the back woods and reasonably deserted, since tourist season was
long over. Karen blew up and we exchanged our first heated words in months. She
apologized later and we lay our sleeping bags out under the stars and tried to
get romantic. It was chilly and uncomfortable, and we soon moved back to the
car. There, huddled in our joined sleeping bags on the folded out back seat, I
tried to consummate our marriage. What with all that had happened, I didn't do
to well. In fact, I didn't really manage to get hard. Karen blew up in anger
again and rolled away, refusing to let me touch her with "that useless little
prick". I was stung, and rolled away too. We just slept that night, or tried to.
In the morning came the crowning touch - the car wouldn't start. Karen just
fumed and didn't say anything. We locked up our luggage and trudged along the
back roads, hoping to find a ride or a phone or something. There was a blast of
a horn behind us and a large pickup truck pulled up alongside. "Oh good, a man
with working equipment." said Karen cattily. As my face burned she trotted over
to the passenger door. "Hi!" she said brightly, turning on the charm. "Can you
give us a lift into town?" The guy behind the wheel was big, one of those
muscular outdoorsmen types. He chuckled in his deep voice and said he'd do
anything for a pretty woman. Karen smiled, showing him her dimples and fairly
batting her eyes. It made me sick and I cleared my throat to say something but
she whirled and, with her back to the driver, snarled at me to not screw up our
chances at a ride. The driver called out that he had room up front for the
little lady if I wanted to hop into the back. "That's great, thanks!" said
Karen, sliding into the front seat. "Jump up back, Alan. Thanks so much...?"
"Hank." the driver said, revving the engine and throwing the truck into gear as
soon as I was half into the bed. I nearly lost my balance and flailed about for
a handhold, then plopped into the back with a thud. I heard Karen giggle from
the front seat and clenched my teeth in anger. Fine. If she was going to try to
punish me for the honeymoon fiasco I wasn't going to listen to her. I sat with
my back to the cab and stared out at the road unwinding behind the truck as we
ground along the back roads. From within the cab I could hear the muffled sounds
of their talking for about ten minutes, then a gasp from Karen. I craned my head
around and noticed she was sitting very close to him and that, as I looked
forward, his eyes glanced up in the rear view mirror at me. He winked and I sat
back down again, fuming. Then I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being
undone. What the hell was going on! I moved to look around but just then the
road turned from gravel to paved with a jolt, and I was unbalanced. When I got
my bearings and looked towards the cab area, I could see Hank's head... but I
couldn't see Karen's. I stared for a moment, then leaned out the driver's side
of the truck and looked in the mirror mounted there, where I could see sideways
into the cab of the truck. I saw the back of my pretty bride's head going up and
down. I don't know how long I stared, frozen, then slumped back into the bed of
the truck. How could she? Karen, who never let me do more than feel her bouncy,
pouting breasts in the six months we had been going out? I looked back to the
cab of the truck and, to my relief, saw that Karen was sitting normally on the
passenger side. It was a misunderstanding! It must have been, she was leaning
over to pick up something she dropped, that's all. A sick feeling in the pit of
my stomach told me different, but I refused to listen to it. A minute or two
later, I felt the truck slowing down. We were nowhere near town yet, still just
on the highway, and I looked around to find out where Hank was going. A sign
showed "Dewdrop Motel" and "Vacancy". The truck pulled into an empty parking
space and Hank climbed out and walked towards the office. Karen slid out of her
side of the truck and leaned on the side, smiling towards me. "Good news, Alan!
I told Hank about our honeymoon problem and he's going to help!" I was less than
enthusiastic. "I don't need any fucking help!" I snarled. "Well that's too bad,
because I do!" she said with a hint of a laugh in her voice. "Hank's getting the
rooms now, so it's all settled." Hank came walking out of the office swinging a
pair of keys on little plaques and grinning. "Is he cool with it?" Hank asked
her. Karen leaned forward and whispered savagely, "You better fucking be cool
with everything or I am walking out of this mistake of a marriage right now!" I
gulped. I didn't know if she was serious or not, but I knew now that she had a
furious temper and didn't want to give her the chance to leave me. I still loved
her. "Yeah, I guess I'm okay." I said. I climbed out of the back of the truck
and glanced up as Hank tossed me one of the two keys. I fumbled it and bent to
pick it up when it finally hit me... two sets of keys? I scooped up the set of
keys and looked up to see Hank and Karen, arm in arm, enter one of the motel
suites. "That... that bitch!" I said, stumbling towards the door. As I got there
I remembered Karen's threat about walking out of the marriage if I 'wasn't okay
about it'. And I realized another thing, Karen had spoken of Hank's ability to
help with our 'honeymoon problem'. We had more than one problem, and it was then
I knew Karen wanted help with both. I heard Karen's voice mingled with Hank's
voice inside the room and glanced down at my key. For the next suite. Numbly I
moved a few steps along and opened its door, entering the dark suite. I closed
the door and sat on the bed, still hearing their voices in the next suite. I
didn't know what to do, but to my shame I realized the thought of Karen and this
stranger in the other room was actually exciting me. I looked down at the
hard-on I had, wondering where it had been last night when I needed it. A
silence descended from next door. I couldn't help myself, I went to the wall and
listened. I still couldn't hear anything distinct, but then I realized the
bathroom extended in towards the next suite. I went in and looked around, and
then I heard the rustle of cloth on cloth and a grunt. I saw immediately that
the motel was designed for suites to share bathrooms, and a connecting door led
to their suite's bathroom on the other side. I tried the handle - it wasn't
locked. In a moment I was peering through the door of their suite's bathroom and
into the main room. There I beheld a scene that still burns in my memory today.
Hank had disrobed completely and was lying back on the bed, his hairy,
well-muscled body supporting a rigid penis pointed skywards. With one hand, he
stroked it, the skin sliding up and down the sides of the shaft. It was huge.
Karen stood before him, at the foot of the bed, removing the last scraps of her
lacy underwear. Her firm young body was fully revealed to me, her husband, for
the first time - and at this same time, she was staring with obvious lust at
another man's cock. She stepped out of her panties and tossed them aside, as if
uncaring if she ever saw them again. "Oh Hank. It's so big!" Karen said, then
chuckled at the cliché line. She wasn't lying though, I've seen porno films with
men who were really hung, and Hank topped them all. Karen couldn't take her eyes
off it. "It's all for you, honey." Hank said with a smile. "So come on over here
and suck it for old Hank." Karen smiled sweetly and strutted seductively over to
the bedside, gracefully lowering herself beside him. She reached out tentatively
for it, wrapping one hand around it as Hank moved both of his hands behind his
head. He appeared relaxed and sure of himself, and I ground my teeth in
frustration. Slowly, Karen leaned forward and took his penis in her mouth. I
couldn't see very clearly, as she was partially blocking the view, but her head
began bobbing up and down with a rhythmic action. "Suck it, baby. That's
right..." said Hank, starting to fondle her body. Karen pulled off with a gasp,
as if she was forgetting even to breath when he was in her mouth, then plunged
back down on him again. The sounds of her slurping his meat filled the room.
Hank's hands began sliding up her legs towards her downy cunt and she broke off
blowing him for a moment to slide her body forward on the bed and give him easy
access. In a moment she began to moan as his hand caressed her mound. From her
new position I could see clearly Karen sliding his massive meat into her warm
mouth. Drool was running down his dick as she slurped and sucked. Karen was
taking only about a third of his cock in her mouth and was nearly gagging on it
at that. Her eyes winced as she drove herself down, trying to force more of him
in her mouth. "It's okay, Karen, you don't have to try to take it all. Just suck
like a good girl, there you go. Use your tongue, that's right." said Hank,
stroking her on the back of the head as he instructed my bride in the fine art
of giving head. Karen was an enthusiastic student, and kept taking instruction
for the next five minutes or so. She licked the length of his shaft, she kissed
his large balls, she gagged again trying to take more of his big prick. Hank
fondled her body, caressing her breasts, feeling the smooth roundedness of her
ass, and smiling in pleasure. I tried to control my breathing, as I feared they
would hear me here in the bathroom. Finally Karen lifted her head off of his
cock, kissed the head sweetly, and looked up at Hank. "I want you, Hank. I...
want... your... big... cock!" she said, bending over to kiss the head again.
"Well sure, beautiful!" said Hank, reaching for her and pulling her prone on top
of him. He kissed her, and she responded with passion, hugging him tight. Her
pubic region rubbed against his large shaft. "There's one thing, though,
Hank..." Karen said. I listened, hoping that she would tell him he had to wear a
rubber. "I'm a virgin. I don't know if I can take that beautiful cock." Karen
continued, as I froze again. I couldn't think. "Don't you worry, little lady."
Hank said with a grin. "I'll take care of you." He rolled over, my smiling bride
scooting under him on the bed. He kissed her again, then lowered him head to her
virgin cunt. "Mmm." he said, as she spread her legs for him and slightly raised
her bottom. Hank leaned forward and began gently licking her cunt. Karen gasped
and writhed under his expert tongue. In only a few moments she wriggled and
bounced her way through her first honeymoon orgasm. The man that gave it to her
smiled up at her as she caressed his head, moaning his name again and again. His
name, not mine. He kissed her moist pussy lips and rose before her, his immense
cock ramrod straight and throbbing. As he moved into position above her, my
darling Karen wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted her ass ever so
slightly above the bed, anticipating his cock. Hank rubbed the tip of his cock
slowly in her pussy juices, making her whimper. "Please... please..." she said
softly. Hank obliged, slowly forcing the large head of his cock into my newlywed
wife. Karen winced as he pushed more of his shaft into her and drew a ragged
breath. I was sure she'd call it off, he was too big for her virgin cunt. "Don't
stop, don't stop..." I heard her say. Hank slid about half of his mighty cock
into Karen, then held it there. After a moment he began slowly sliding it in and
out, giving her more and more of his immense shaft as he did. He was truly
fucking her now, and soon her grimaces of pain gave way to moans of pleasure.
"Oh my god..." she would moan, as he gave her a little more of his length. Then,
after a minute or two, she would mumble "more" and he would oblige. In time he
was reaming his massive cock completely in and out of her eager snatch, with her
loudly loving it. Karen's legs, which had been laying limply to the sides, rose
and her knees bobbed in time with his thrusts. Soon she wriggled about and gave
a few cries as he pistoned her through another orgasm. "Oh Hank! Oh my
beautiful... oh yes, that's fantastic! Don't ever stop! Don't ever stop!" she
would say, as he grunted and kissed her cheeks. I began to wonder how long he
could hold out in her velvet grip, but soon his thrusts became more powerful and
his breath came in gasps. "Yes... do it... cum in me..." said Karen, sensing the
moment approach. With a savage set of grunts, Hank pounded my pretty bride into
the mattress and then held her there, pinned by his size and his huge dick
completely filling the straights to her womb. His buttocks tensed as he came,
jerking with each spurt of his ejaculation. Karen gasped and flipped her head
back, going through another orgasm as he shot his sperm into her. I held my
breath as Hank gave my newlywed wife the consummation of the marriage that I had
been unable to give her. Hank slumped slightly as he finished shooting his load
into Karen, a final spasm sending his fifth stream of cum into her. Karen lay
back on the bed, panting and smiling up at him, the sweat beaded on her body.
Hank pulled his slimy member out of her hole with a sucking sound, a tiny strand
of his sperm bridging the gap between the head and her pussy for a few seconds.
He rolled over to one side of the bed, panting. "Oh Hank! That was incredible!"
Karen managed to say. Hank smiled back at her. "Ol' Hank aren't done yet, honey.
You just give him a moment to take a bit of a piss and he'll be right back."
Panic gripped me. I fumbled for the connecting door to my bathroom. I could hear
Hank strolling towards the room I had just vacated as I closed the door and held
it shut, not even daring to lock it in case he should hear the click. I leaned
against the door and heard him flip up the toilet seat and take a long, long
piss. When he had drained to driblets and flushed, I heard the bathroom door
open and Karen's voice. "Here, let me clean that off for you." she said, and
soon after there came slurping sounds. My newlywed bride was giving herself
completely to this stranger, seemingly mesmerized by his huge cock. I couldn't
blame her, I didn't know how I could manage to compare with his skill at fucking
her. I stayed at the door for some time as Karen sucked his cock, barely a yard
from me. Hank grunted, then grunted again. "I'm going to cum." was all he said.
Karen's slurping never slackened. He grunted and moaned, obviously spewing out
his sperm again, and this time into Karen's sweet mouth. I heard the sounds of
her gulping down his load and his pleased surprise. "Damn! You are one hot
woman, you don't get many who swallow!" Hank said. "It tasted good." said Karen.
"Now come on and fuck me again." "Hell, anything to oblige a lady." said Hank,
and they went back into the bedroom. I went back to my bed and lay there, as the
sounds of their lovemaking began again on the other side of the wall. I could
hear the springs of the bed creak for a long, long time as they fucked, moving
from position to position. Karen moaned and gasped and mewed and cried out
through orgasm after orgasm, though I only heard Hank grunting and cumming once
more - after an hour. I curled into a ball and slept until the morning. In the
morning Hank was gone, and Karen called a taxi from the motel office. She said
very little to me, and I to her. We went on with our marriage, seemingly
normally, for the next month. The only thing that was completely unlike what I
had always expected of our marriage was the sex. In brief, Karen would not have
sex with me. I only had the nerve to bring it up once, a week after the
honeymoon, and Karen ended the discussion with one sentence, "Do you think you
can measure up to Hank?" I had no response to that, and didn't say anything
about it again. I got a job from Karen's brother-in-law a week later, working in
the delivery business. Things went okay for another few weeks, until one night I
came home and Hank's truck was parked in the driveway. Numbly, I entered the
house. Karen and Hank were standing in the middle of the living room, kissing
passionately. They both broke the kiss and looked up at me. "Don't pay any
attention to him, Hank." Karen said. "He's not worth thinking about." "If you
say so, honey." Hank said, grinning at me. "Nice place you got here, Alan boy.
Don't mind me and the missus, we'll try and keep it down so we don't interrupt
your TV shows." "We will NOT." said Karen, grabbing Hank by the hand and leading
him to the bedroom. "You're on the couch, tonight, Alan dear. See you in the
morning." And with a laugh they both went into the bedroom. I sat there that
evening, watching mindless program after mindless program, as the sounds of
their passion rang out through the house. It seemed that Karen made a particular
point of crying out Hank's name, and how big his cock was, and how much she
loved it. The next morning Karen showered with Hank, cooked him breakfast, and
walked him to the door. Then she glanced at me and said slyly that she wanted
her breakfast, and pulled down his trousers. As I watched she gave him a long,
slow, tender blowjob. This time she managed to force over half of his cock down
her throat before gagging, and at the end she swallowed his sperm with an
angelic smile on her face. She zipped him up, kissed him, and sent him on his
way. "Don't forget next week!" she said. He waved and drove off. "Next week?" I
asked. "Hank's going to be a regular visitor." Karen said smugly. "After all, I
think I'm going to be having his baby." I sank into a chair and buried my head
in my hands. "Don't worry Alan, I won't leave you." Karen said with a chuckle.
"You go off to work now, we wouldn't want you to get fired." She patted her
belly. "Little Hank and I." As I got ready to get in the car to head to work,
our neighbors in the duplex were just heading out. An elderly couple they were,
and the old lady smiled at me sweetly. "You sure are a noisy couple, Hank!" she
said. "Have a nice day at work!" I didn't want to say anything and to this day
she still thinks my name is Hank. After all, that's the name my wife calls out
on the weekends when she and her lover spend the better part of the night
fucking in our bedroom. Nine months after our honeymoon Karen gave birth to
Hank's son. She was radiant in the hospital, the proud Mommy showing off her
baby to our parents. Later that week, at home, Hank dropped by to see his son
and let Karen suck him off again. Little Hank is three months old now and Karen
has begun regularly fucking Hank again. At night, I tend the baby while she
groans in orgasm as he seeds her again. This time, Karen wants a little girl. I
still can't bring myself to leave her, and I don't quite know what to do.
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