Pepper: Part, the First

To shorten the story a bit, we made it to the limo, the limo took us to the Sheraton and we finally found ourselves ensconced in the rather opulent Bridal Suite. Now, we stood there in the middle of the living room, just drinking in the sight of each other. Me like a dunce in my rented tux and Betty like a vision in her white gown. I am not good at describing women's fashions so I won't bore you with her gown except to say it covered her from throat to heels, hinting at the luscious body hidden beneath. I knew, from removing her garter, that she was wearing white stockings but that is all I knew about her lingerie. I was anxious to get that gown off of my love, but I wanted to do this right so I poured two flutes of champagne, giving one to Betty. I raised my glass in toast to my bride and to the start of our long life together, "To the most beautiful woman I have ever known, may our life together be long and filled with happiness, may our troubles be few and small, and may we be a blessing to those around us." "Hear, hear," was all the Light of my Life needed to add. After draining our glasses in acknowledgement of the toast and carefully placing them on a nearby table, Betty flowed into my arms and I could finally kiss her the way I had longed to through the service and the reception. Our lips met and parted, our tongues dancing and tangling and time stood still in the circle of our arms.

And, suddenly, we were racing toward the bedroom, beginning to shed our formal clothing. Well, I was having more luck at the "shedding" than my bride. It seems that a tux is far easier to remove "in a hurry" than the gown Betty had been layered into. While I was down to my briefs (no, NOT tidy whities but stylish Euro low rise design) by the time we reached the foot of the bed, Betty was still attempting to undo the myriad of buttons that ran from her throat to the hem of her gown and from her elbows to her wrists. With a lustful, though panicky look in her eyes, she implored me to help, "Damn these things, they looked gorgeous before I thought about how difficult they make getting naked for my loving husband. And my pussy is so horny for your hard cock I want to scream. Heeeellllpppp Meeeeeeee!" she wailed. The look on her face was priceless and it was all I could do not to laugh, but I was probably just as horny for this beautiful lady in front of me. Taking her hand and drawing her to me, I began helping Betty unbutton the sleeves of her gown. With both of us working, we soon had the right sleeve undone and began on the left. There must have been several buckets full of those microscopic buttons on that gown.

With both sleeves undone, Betty and I were free to head toward the prize, the gorgeous and oh so sexy lady within. Each of those microscopic buttons that we unfastened revealed more of Betty's glorious, alabaster skin; her throat, her upper chest and then the swells of her delectable tits came into view in quick succession. As I said, her gown had thoroughly covered all of her charms, though her bodice was sufficiently close fitting to accentuate without revealing. I had no idea of what was under her white outer garment. Now, though, as each button was released, my passion rose at each new revelation. Her beautiful tits were held up, without being hidden, by a white satin bustier, revealed in full, as the last button below her waist was undone.

With a sexy shrug of her shoulders and delightful shimmy of her hips, Betty completely divested herself of the gown. As it formed a puddle around her dainty feet, I stepped back to take in the magnificent view. That white satin bustier was cinched tightly at her waist creating an amazingly sexy shelf giving support to her marvelous tits. The cups, being cut away in front, exposed her silver dollar sized areola, strategically rouged giving them a deep coral hue. Surmounted by very stiff, swollen nipples the size of my fingertip, it was a view that made my mouth water. Below the bustier she wore a white lace garter belt with six garters holding up those white silk stockings encasing her endless, sweetly curved legs. Oh, and did I mention no panties? She had been next to me all day, sans panties, with her pussy dripping her honey down her thighs and I hadn't known. Her pheromones though, permeating the air around her, had kept me in a constant state of arousal.

All of this my fevered mind took in and registered in an instant. I reached out my hand to her and drew her out of the puddle of silk and lace at her feet, drawing her, once again, into my arms. Our lips met, again, with more passion and hunger, this time. Our hands were everywhere, caressing, pinching, and tracing delicate curlicues over each other's flesh. Our tongues now danced a fevered rhythm teasing and entwining with increasing fervor. My hands roamed down her back and across that luscious, heart shaped ass, pausing to grope and squeeze and enjoy the feel of that silky skin beneath my exploring fingers. Betty broke the kiss suddenly, sliding down my body placing kisses down my chest, nipping at each nipple and continuing down, grasping my briefs by the waistband and pulling them down over my rampant cock, which by now was copiously drooling pre-cum. Not wishing to waste a drop, those ruby lips quickly engulfed my rigid pole, sliding all the way down 'til I could feel the exquisitely sensitive head begin to slide down her throat.

I hardly have to explain what an excellent cocksucker Betty is. Like her friend Laura, Betty loves sex and has done her best to learn how to please her partner. I say partner because, while men primarily caught her fancy, occasionally she like nibbling on a succulent tit and licking a tasty pussy. On more than one occasion, Laura had joined us in our play times and Betty gave as good as she got, from both of us. Now she was putting all her learning, skill and native talent to work. Starting with my stiff prick buried in her throat and without breaking eye contact, my love began to slowly raise her head, keeping a tight suction with her lips around my shaft. At the top of her stroke just below the head of my dick, her tongue swirled around it, licking with broad strokes and then, making a point with the tip, delving into the slit, licking up all the pre-cum that had gathered there.

She continued that pattern, down and up, licking and sucking over and over, gaining speed with each stroke, one tiny hand following her lips up and down while with the other she gently caressed my balls, running her fingernails all around the sack, and giving and occasional soft squeeze. Already aroused almost beyond endurance, I could feel the cum beginning to churn deep in my nuts, the pressure to release building by the minute. One more trip all the way down, and the head of my dick was once again buried deep in her throat. And now Betty began to hum, the vibration transferring from deep in her throat to the overly sensitive crown of my cock. My orgasm suddenly was upon me, my sperm pulsing up from my balls, coursing through my cock, I could feel every hot spurt as I pumped my offering of love down my sweet lady's throat. With a loud bellow, my back arching, my head thrown back I came and came, seemingly buckets, pouring down Betty's throat and her not losing a drop.

Now my darling minx, sensing my climax was ending, slowly withdrew up my still hard cock pole. She paused with her lips around the head, once again, this time licking the last few dollops of cum from my slit. Still looking me in the eye, she leaned back with a smile, her pointed pink tongue licking any stray drops from her bee stung lips. "That was just the beginning, my love. I wanted to get you off fast the first time so you could last longer when you shove that marvelous piece of meat in my hungry cunt," she told me with a wicked twinkle in her eye. "Tonight we are going to wear him down with such a bout of fucking that he will be soft for hours, but I see we aren't quite there, yet."

When I could catch my breath from such a strong and sublime climax, I reached down and gently pulled her to her feet. I then lifted her up in my arms and headed for the bed. "I haven't had a chance to carry you across a threshold, as yet, but this will have to do for now," I said as I deposited her on the king size bed. "Now, my pretty, I am going to ravage you 'til you cry uncle or at least 'til you end up with a contented smile on those ruby lips of yours." And with that arrogant statement, I dove between her softly rounded alabaster thighs, burying my face in the fragrant valley at their junction. Her pussy, presented before my nose, was completely devoid of fur, save for a tiny landing strip just above her hooded clit. Her outer lips were already swollen from desire and spreading apart, revealing her inner lips and entrance to her sweet cunt. Her clit was so engorged from the passion controlling her, that it was more than peeking out of its hood. And now she pulled up her knees and spread her thighs further apart, giving me much better access to that luscious dripping cunt and exposing the tight star of her asshole to my gaze. My gawd, she is beautiful lying there open and exposed. The sight became too much for me and I dove in with lips and tongue, licking and nibbling from her asshole to her clit and back, pausing only to suck and nibble her swollen lips and slide my tongue as deeply as possible into her drooling snatch.

By now, Betty's hips could not be held still and she had placed her feet back on the coverlet, using the leverage to arch her back, causing me to hold on tight so as not to lose contact with her stiff clit. While my tongue strummed a new tune on her vibrating pleasure button, I slid one, then two fingers deep in her slippery pussy. My fingers quickly reached their goal, Betty's g-spot, which I began stroking in time with the strokes of my tongue on and around her clit. Only able to take about a minute of this treatment, Betty suddenly arched her back, her feet and the back of her head being the only parts of her still in contact with the mattress. A long drawn out very high-pitched wail was torn from her throat as the orgasm claimed her, body and soul. I continued my ministrations allowing her to come down slightly before sending her into her next climax. And now she surprised me. I had always known she was multi-orgasmic but now, somewhere around her fifth or sixth cum, she began to squirt, and not in a small way, she filled my mouth and covered my face and neck with her sweet nectar.

What with all the foreplay and making love to the most beautiful woman in the world with my tongue, I was achingly hard and dribbling pre-cum, once again. So, with one smooth motion, I slid up her still lingerie clad oh so sexy body and with one long stroke, buried my prick in her slippery cunt up to the hilt. Another long scream came from her lips as I started pounding that wet pussy hard and fast, my intention being to bring us both to another fast climax, this time together. "Yes, Yes, Yes, baby, that's it, pound my cunt hard," was all she needed to say, "shove that prick as far into me as you can, make me feel it in my throat." Sweat was pouring from both of us, and Betty grabbed my ass with both hands, pulling me deeper into her, her legs wrapping around my legs to give her more leverage. Each plunge of my prick into that wet twat elicited a grunt and moan as my cockhead bottomed out. My balls had pulled up tight against my body and I could feel the cum getting ready to pump up my cock and into her wetness when Betty, almost incoherent now, asked me for a favour. "Baby, I wasn't a virgin for our wedding, baby," she panted, "but will you take the only virginity I still have? Please fuck my ass and make me cum even harder than you already have," was her breathless request. Hardly believing what I thought I had heard, I gazed deeply into her eyes and she gave an almost imperceptible nod, catching her lower lip with her perfect teeth in anticipation.

Almost reluctantly I slid my wet, slick cock from its home in her slippery pussy and pushed the tip gently against her puckered star. "Don't tease, baby, PUSH!" was Betty's demand, so, as she pushed out, to open up, I gave one sharp thrust and found myself half buried in the hottest, tightest sheath my dick had ever felt. Betty gave a little jump and a squeak as I slid into her most intimate place and another nod to encourage me even deeper. I took this cue to push deeper into her colon 'til I felt my tight nuts up against her cheeks, then began a slow slide out leaving just the swollen head of my prick still in her clasping asshole. Keeping my eyes locked with hers, I began to pick up the pace with longer, deeper and faster thrusts, each one drawing a moan from my sexy bride. It was a short climb back to where we were and Betty began to meet me thrust for thrust, trying harder to get more of my pistoning prick deeper into her bowels. And suddenly, we were there. Betty screamed, arching her back once again, her hips bucking against me, the mother of all climaxes taking over her consciousness. Her clutching asshole pushed me over the edge and my swollen balls began emptying themselves of huge quantities of sperm, pumped up my cock and deposited deep in her colon. Each pulse keenly felt, each spasm an exquisite agony.

We held that rigid tableau for an eternity, it seemed, 'til we both began to relax in post orgasmic bliss, our eyes still locked together, still joined with my stiff cock in her tightly gripping anus. I collapsed on her sweet breasts, my arms no longer able to hold me up, and, with my arms wrapped tightly around my Love, rolled us gently onto our sides loath to separate that most intimate joining. She gazed into my eyes and, with a wistful smile said. "Thank you darling, that was better than wonderful." So saying, my Betty rested her head against my chest falling instantly to sleep. The last act I remember was tugging the coverlet over us, wrapping us in a warm cocoon then falling asleep.

The next two weeks breezed by in similar fashion. The Outrigger Waikiki was sumptuous, the beach paradise. Betty and I spent hours on the beach and even more hours fucking like rabbits. Every place we could in that suite we "christened", many times leaving puddles of our combined love juices in other than ordinary places for the housekeeping staff to ponder over. We were even able to get a quickie in while riding the elevator down to the lobby, one afternoon. Betty, with her hair trigger pussy even managed to cum before the elevator doors opened to admit more tourists. That car reeked of sex as we got out, surely puzzling those self same tourists, and maybe sparking some of them to sex play, themselves, when they reached their own rooms.

We returned to our everyday lives, after the honeymoon, sated for a short time and looking forward to what life had in store for us. Mundane life seemed kind of dull after two weeks of celebrating on Waikiki Beach, but Betty and I had each other, which made life a continuous celebration. Betty returned to the small law firm where she was a very junior associate and I returned to my work as a junior engineer. While it was mundane life we returned to, it was life made so much brighter by each of us as compliment to the other. The rough patches didn't seem so rough and the dull patches not dull at all, our relationship and love smoothing and brightening the way.

So things went along, day to day. The sex got better, and better, our love drew us closer together and our friends became even closer. Laura, the girl who had caught the bouquet, joined us in our play from time to time and not long after our wedding, she found a young man and they were wed shortly thereafter. It didn't take long for us to begin "wife swapping" as it was called in those days. Laura and her new husband John were eager participants and John and I loved to watch our wives giving pure pleasure to each other. There were a few other couples in the area who we played with from time to time but Laura and John were our closest everyday AND play friends. Then, some years later, Betty and I were to discover a new club to the north of us, for couples who wanted to "swing" as they were now calling it, in a more relaxed, social setting. Started by a dear couple who desired more from a get together than just sweaty sex, the Club became one of our favourite destinations for a long weekend, even if it meant driving several hours. John and Laura often attended those early house parties with us and we ended up making many more lifelong friends in those hedonistic days.

Other participants in our earlier lives made appearances from time to time, the most interesting event, during that time, happening in the lives of Pepper and Peter. Peter had become a partner in a large accounting firm in a large Midwestern City, while Pepper became a French Lit instructor in a local college. I would receive a note from her in the mail, from time to time, and things didn't seem to be getting any better in their relationship. I suspected that Peter had kept up his philandering ways and Pepper was getting wise to the fact that he couldn't keep his little dick in his pants. It all came to a head a couple of years after our wedding. Peter had risen rapidly in his company, seemingly miraculously. And though his income should have risen with his promotions, Pepper hinted, in her letters, that, though they lived quite frugally, they never seemed to be able to make ends meet. She just couldn't figure out where all Peter's money went. And it seemed that Pepper's ardor for Peter was definitely on the wane what with all of his indiscretions.

Pepper, quite wisely, I believe, decided to retain the services of a private investigator to look into both Peter's peccadilloes and his finances. What that most eminent investigator uncovered was to be a shock to us all. Well, maybe not his sexual affairs because, by this time, even Pepper knew she had never been the only woman in her husband's life. It was his financial affairs that got everyone's attention, including the unwanted, by Peter anyway, attention of the Federal Securities and Exchange Commission. That PI, of course, uncovered all of Peter's girlfriends and provided Pepper with photos to show his playtimes. But while delving into the financial records, the investigator uncovered a complex and very lucrative case of securities fraud put together by Peter and the senior members of his firm, evidence that he at once turned over to the SEC. And now, suddenly, Peter's carefully crafted life came all unraveled and crashed at his feet. Pepper, with the wealth of evidence provided by her private investigator, immediately filed for divorce. The Feds, after confirming the evidence, independently, immediately arrested Peter and the senior partners. The Federal Accountants were kind enough to help Pepper separate from the hidden bank accounts, the wages Peter had earned and which she was entitled to half of, from the proceeds of the phenomenal fraud Peter and his partners had engaged in. With all of this damning evidence, Pepper was granted an immediate divorce and her half of the marital property came to a very sizeable sum. Peter's Federal trial lasted three years with all the legal wrangling, during which time he stayed behind bars as a flight risk. Eventually, the senior partners rolled over on Peter, and received lighter sentences. Peter, however, was sentenced to 10-15 years in a Federal medium security prison. He could now learn how it felt for all those women he had used as just sex objects. I heard, much later, that Peter was the belle of the ball, being the premiere prom date for his bunkmate, LeeRoy, several years running.

To illustrate the depth of love my sweet Betty held for our friends, the summer after Pepper's divorce was final, a matter of a few weeks, actually, Betty invited Pepper to spend as much time with us as she needed, to "get her head together" and make her transition easier. Betty knew of my longtime love and concern for Pepper and, credit to her confidence in our relationship, had not a qualm with having Pepper stay with us for however long. Pepper, on her part, was a bit reluctant, at first, fearing that Betty might harbor a tinge of jealousy about her early relationship with me. This was quickly assuaged as Betty made her feel totally at home and even asked Pepper to think about moving in with us, if she could find a position at one of our local colleges. So, Pepper moved in with us for the summer and we all settled into a comfortable routine. Betty's duties at her law office were minimal, through the summer months, so she and Pepper got to know each other well and became almost like sisters.