Recent Bride is the Bribe Ch. 03

She drifted off to sleep, too exhausted to move her body from where she had flopped, too tired to get up and clean his cum from her arse. She could feel it leaking from in between her arse cheeks as sleep overtook her.

John was much more excited about the experience he had just had. He wanted to talk to her about it, ask her how she now felt about anal sex after doing it. But when he saw how exhausted his bed partner was, he resigned himself to joining her in sleep. There would be time for talk and more sex much later in the long night ahead.

This time, their sleep was deep, for both of them. He had eased the full weight of his body off her when he pulled his cock from her arse, but he still remained close, an arm protectively over her back and shoulder, one leg thrown over the back of her thighs, his damp cock against her bare hip.

Brittany managed to ease her exhausted body out from under him. She peeped at the bedside clock showing it was 12 midnight. They had indeed been asleep for over 3 hours. She felt the need to pee and she scurried into the bathroom, needing to use one hand as a stopper to stem the sudden flow of his cum that leaked from her arse. As she sat, her thoughts drifted to her husband at home alone. 'Will he be able to sleep this time, or will he watch every hour go by, anxious about me?'

She half expected John -- the peeing perve-- to appear at the doorway, but this time he didn't and she completed what she needed to do without an audience. She went straight from the toilet to the shower, washing away from her body the sweat of their earlier anal encounter. Her soapy fingers gingerly eased their way between her arse cheeks, testing how sore she was there. Her stretched and well worked over anal ring was very sensitive to her touch.

"I can do that for you if you'd like some more," John's voice brought her eyes open in a flash. She saw him step into the shower with her, wrapping his arms around her soapy, slippery, wet body.

"No John, I'm good, no more touching back there for now."

"Are you okay then? Was it good?"

She looked up into his eyes as he pulled her body in close to his and she felt half an erection already formed, squashed between their bellies. "Let's just say I'm okay," she told him, "it was okay."

"What, not good?" he looked almost hurt that she was not about to give anal sex with him her gold plated seal of approval.

"Well, it was a lot better than I expected, and John, I think I could even get to quite like it. But I'd say it's an acquired thing and I should tread carefully, not too much too quickly."

His hands gripped both of her arse cheeks and, against her wishes, one hand slipped around, the fingers dipping in between her cheeks. Before he could even get close to touching her sore anus, her slippery body wriggled out of his grasp, "Not now, not there," she admonished him.

"I'm horny again, babe!" he protested.

"Alright, alright, we can do it again, but I better give this a good clean after you've had it in my arse," she told him, stepping back and taking his semi-hard cock in her soapy hands.

"Are you gonna tell Jerry that you let me have your virgin arse?" checked John.

"Yeah, I think so," she replied, her hands busy cleansing his shaft.

"He won't get upset that my cock got in there before his?" John asked, his face reflecting the pleasure he felt from the fondling by her hands.

"No, I wouldn't think so," she said, "we had talked about it when we got married. He told me he wasn't interested in anal sex."

"He must be a rare guy then, most guys I know would love to get into a woman's arse."

"Really," she queried, raising her eyebrows, "I wouldn't have thought it was that popular."

"I'm not saying nearly every couple does it, but I reckon nearly every guy thinks about it. The guys that say they don't probably want to convince their wives they don't have some homo tendency."

"You must mix with a different bunch of guys to the friends that Jerry and I have."

She figured that she had thoroughly cleaned his cock while they had been having that conversation. Her expert touch had brought him up to peak arousal once more. "You're all done," she said, "let me just finish washing my own body and we can go back to bed and finish our night. Is that okay with you?" She was hoping that he would be content with what they had done and were about to do once more and not attempt to keep her there until dawn like last week.

"I'll take care of your bod," he said, taking the soap from her, but ignoring her wish for him to give a commitment that one more session of sex might see them done for the night. His hands straight away went to work on her body, soaping and cleansing her everywhere except her tightly clenched arse which she had to repeat was now off limits, even to his gentle fingers.

They towelled each other off and then returned to the well-used bed where the two of them managed to prolong his third cum for over an hour. They kissed, cuddled, hugged, fondled ... they had moments of outright extreme passion, then they managed to temper their excitement and drift back into intimate touching.

She came at least twice more in this intimate hour. She managed to resist letting sleep overtake her when he at last pumped what was left of his cum into her warm receptive body at around 1.20, and by 1.30, she had dressed ready to leave. John did look reluctant for her to go, but he didn't argue with her to stay, "See you next week," he said as she kissed him one last time and headed for the door.

Back in her car and heading home at 1.40, Brittany wondered about whether Jerry would be awake. 'I can't make up my mind whether I want him to be or not,' she thought, 'I think I'd like him to sweep me up in his strong arms and tell me he loves me. But then maybe it would be better to find him asleep and just snuggle in against his warmth.'

Chapter Eight

Brittany pulled onto her driveway and climbed the many steps up to the front door, high up from the road, but well lit all the way. She opened her front door and headed toward their main living room first. There he was, her husband lying spread out on the sofa. Jerry looked to be asleep, but she quickly observed that his trouser fly was open and his limp cock lay exposed in the gap.

'Looks like he's been looking after himself again,' she decided, walking up to him but finding him definitely fast asleep. She even began to feel miffed, 'How dare he sleep so peacefully while I'm not at home ... while I'm out in the middle of the night, humping John to maintain a normal lifestyle for Jerry and I.'

She wondered if she should just leave him there and go on up to bed, or should she shake him awake to let him know that she had got through the second of the five nights okay?

She dropped her purse, kicked off her heels and knelt down on the front of the sofa, reaching out to take her husband's limp cock, with its still wet tip, in her soft warm hands. She fondled and stroked him arousingly and leaned forward to kiss Jerry on the cheek, whispering his name.

Her husband made a stirring sound, coming out of sleep and he blinked his eyes at her, "Oh hi honey, you're home. What time is it?"

"Almost two," she told him, then giving a more pronounced tug on his cock that he could really feel, she asked, "Am I too late for you, it looks like you may have already looked after yourself?"

"Only once," he admitted sheepishly, "I am sure that you could get me up again," he challenged.

"Should I bother, darling? Wouldn't it just be a lot easier for us both to go to bed and think about sex in the morning?"

"No, no," he insisted, coming more awake, "sit down here with me, let me look at you ... are you going to tell me all about it? How did it go? Was he okay with you again? Did you enjoy yourself? Was he able to last longer, to please you? You're not frustrated, are you? I can help if you are."

"Please Jerry, please, so many questions ... oh, where do I start?"

"Here, sit down with me. I don't care where you start, so long as you keep tugging on my cock like that."

She observed that he had grown half an erection since she started fondling his cock. She perched one cheek of her arse on the front edge of the sofa, her hands maintaining their touching and stroking. "Where was I? Oh yes, John was much more in control of his arousal tonight, no cheap quick cums ... which was good, err, better."

Jerry closed his eyes, soaking up the intense sensations of having his wife stroking his firm semi-erection. She even bent forward and slipped her lips around his cock-head, sucking and licking it within her mouth. "Oh God no, that's great," he told her.

She pulled her mouth off him and his eyes flashed open, looking to see why she had stopped. "I am not done with telling you about tonight," she explained, "you were asking me about John ... did he cum before I was ready tonight?"

"Umm!" mumbled Jerry, sounding like he didn't really care about John's performance now, smiling when her hands resumed their fondling and stroking of his cock.

"Did you like that, Jerry? Did you like having me suck your cock, darling?"

"Oh yes!" Jerry mumbled, his hips pushing his lower body up off the sofa, attempting to re-engage with her open mouth, her parted lips, that hovered just above his growing erection.

"Yeah, John liked it too," his wife told him, watching for his reaction, seeing if he was listening intently to her words, "he said he liked having his cock inside my mouth. You see, we didn't do that last week."

She dipped her head again and stuck her tongue out, licking the head of his cock like it was ice cream in a cone.

"You gave him a blow job," Jerry almost shouted at her, suddenly grasping what she had just said to him, "you actually sucked him?"

"Yes Jerry, he really did like it, said how good it was to have his cock filling my mouth."

"Wow, I can't believe it, you've always told me how you've been so selective about doing that through the years."

"Yes Jerry, you're right, I have been, but I just figured it was something I needed to do for John."

"Oh my God, my next question honey, did you let him cum, did you have to swallow? Did you have to drink his cum down your throat?"

She held her parted lips tantalisingly close to his now fully erect cock, stretching her tongue out to swipe a lick across his cock-head once more. Smiling at her husband, she answered, "Yes ... yes ... and yes!"

"Oh shit, I bet he loved it. He wouldn't have had a blow job like one of yours before. So how many times did you cum tonight?"

"Oh, I don't know," she offered reluctantly, "does it matter? You know me, I am quite orgasmic, I do cum quite easily."

"So he managed to get you off a bit, eh? Is that what you're saying?"

"Yes Jerry, a bit. I don't know, several times. It was nice, left me with some good feelings."

"So anything else new, besides the blow job ... or did you two just do all the same stuff as last week, like a routine married couple?"

"Err, no ... there was something else. Does it really matter? The main thing is that John has a very good time so that he goes ahead with the deal. Nothing else after that should matter."

"Darling, help me here, you have found out what I'm like ... I mean, I have found what I'm like too. I do like to hear about what you do with him."

"Yes, that's right, you really are a worry. Err, let me see, what did we do different from last week?" She knew the big answer, it was just that now sitting alone with her husband, holding his erect cock, she didn't seem quite as gung ho about revealing her intimate moments spent with John.

Her husband reached out and touched her breast fondly through her dress and bra. "I missed you honey, I'm glad that you got home earlier this week."

She liked the feel of his hand massaging her breast. She retrieved her hands from his cock so she could reach back and unzip her dress and she peeled the top half down to her waist. Now Jerry had better access and his hand could now palm the smooth skin of her globes still encased in the half-cup bra that pushed her breasts up nicely.

Brittany noted how aroused her husband had become and she needed to ease back on her stroking of his cock for fear he might cum too quickly. She stood up, but only to get the rest of her dress off her body. She took the opportunity to unclasp her bra between the cups in front. It fell away and she was now almost naked in front of him. He looked up through sexually aroused glazed eyes, at her standing there in front of him, wearing only her panties and the stay-up stockings.

She paused for a moment, looking like she was debating how far to take this. She could finish him with a blow job so quickly or she could extend it to full-on sex. Her body didn't necessarily need any more at this time of a very busy night, but this was her loyal and faithful husband lying here. She slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pushed them down over her hips.

Jerry's eyes flashed down to her almost bare mons, just a fine line of trimmed hair pointing the way. The lips of her vulva were still spread from her recent activity with John and Jerry could see traces of white -- the remains of the other man's cum. "Should I go clean up?" she asked her husband, knowing what he was looking at, but also knowing his answer.

"No, just the way you are," he told her, reaching his arms out toward her.

She knelt back down on the sofa, gathering up enough confidence to say, "Would you like to know what else I gave John tonight, darling?"

She got his attention, even without her hands touching his erection, "Yes, yes of course ... what more could you do?"

"I have to admit, Jerry, that I did something for him that I've never done with you. But then darling, you have never asked me to."

"What, what is it?" he asked anxiously.

She was bent close over to Jerry, her mouth on his chest, pressing little kisses while the smooth skin of her breasts teased his hard stretched cock, as he lay sprawled along the sofa. She said softly to him, "He put it inside me, Jerry, but somewhere that you've never been."

His eyes opened wide as he grasped an idea of what she was saying, "Not in your arse?" he asked tentatively, "I never thought you would."

"Yes darling, he put his cock in my arse ... and then he fucked me there ... hard!"

She felt his hard erection jerk violently from her words, leaking pre-cum onto the smooth skin of her breasts as she hovered closely above him. "Oh my God, did it hurt, honey? How was it? Are you okay?"

"No, it didn't really hurt, Jerry ... not like heaps of pain. It just got a bit uncomfortable for a bit while he was getting his cock up inside my arse..."

Jerry's cock slipped between the cleavage of her breasts and he pumped hard to feel the smooth soft skin all around his sensitive hard-on.

"Oh dear God, Jerry, you really are horny. Do you like me talking about John fucking my arse? Now that I've done it, I could do it for you too," she teased, "I don't mean right now, cause I'm a bit sore, but sometime soon. Would you like that, darling?"

Jerry's eyes looked like he was lost in the euphoria of sexual arousal, almost beyond control now. His cock tit-fucked her ample breasts. She suddenly lifted up and he felt the wet heat of her cunt close down quickly over his cock-head. "This is what you really want, darling, isn't it?"

He could only mumble an incoherent, "Ummppff!" as her body slid down fully over his vertical shaft, her muscles clamping on it to milk his cum. Brittany did all the work for him, lifting her body up and down at furious speed on his bursting cock. Jerry lay back, soaking up the intense feelings as he felt his body manufacturing the ingredients to deliver into her body.

Fortunately, his wanking of his cock, not long before she got home, had taken the edge off his intense need, and delayed the arrival of his cum long enough for Brittany to experience one more orgasm herself before she felt his cum pumping up inside her. She flopped her body down on top of her husband's and lay there in her own after-glow, just enjoying the jerky spasms of his cock in the tight clutch of her hot cunt.

She was happy to be home with her husband once more.

To be continued