Chapter 3
Gail
Jack is the perfect guy to marry. He works evenings when I go out with the fellas. When he comes home I will give him sloppy seconds. I will just hold him down and fuck him like a wildcat.
I have already fucked Jack several times on Friday evenings with a cunt full of jizz. Jack was so enamored with being fucked savagely that he didn’t even notice the slippery cum in my hole. I really got off knowing his cock was slipping and sliding on another guys seed.
I’m not sure how this is going to work with mom insisting that Jack and I come live in her mansion after we’re married. Who knows? Mom seemed quite smitten with Jack. Maybe she will seduce him.
Jack
Gail looked ravishing in her wedding dress as she made the slow walk to me at the altar. I am curious as to why she chose an eggshell white rather than a pure white. She said her mother picked out the dress.
The ceremony took about 10 minutes. Afterward, the 200 people who attended the wedding all clapped loudly when the Pastor said I could kiss the bride.
I was pleasantly surprised when I saw Jane sitting next to my mother on my side of the church. The folks on my side only accounted for 25% of the guests. Evidently Alexandria has quite a following of friends.
Alexandria made it a point to chat and accompany the guests as they made their way down the line to congratulate Gail and I on our marriage. She made it a point to be the last in line.
“I am looking forward to seeing your sexy body living in my house,” she whispered. “I remember you saying I was the most beautiful woman on earth. I’d love to prove that to you privately,” she added while she patted my ass.
The weeklong honeymoon that Gail and I spent in Hawaii was not exactly what I envisioned. Gail seemed more interested in sunning on the beach and flirting with every guy who happened by than spending time with me.
The same was true when we went for meals in the restaurant and when we went to the dance club. Gail spent most of the night dancing with other men. The only saving grace is that she would fuck my brains out after laying out on the beach. And then again when we came home from the dancing clubs.
When I told Gail that I really wanted to go see the war museum over in pearl harbor, she told me to go ahead and enjoy myself. “Take some time to be alone and enjoy your surroundings,” she told me. “I am going to take the afternoon to do a spa day,” she added.
“Time to be alone…just like the past five days,” I grumbled. I have felt like I am invisible the entire five days before now while she soaks in sun and openly flirts with other men.
Gail gave me a curious look but did not comment on my statement. “Don’t worry if I’m not home when you get back. I’ll probably be in the spa for quite some time,” she told me as I was about to leave the honeymoon suite.
I made an entire afternoon out of my trip to pearl harbor.
After seeing the Arizona museum, I took a tour on the Battle ship Missouri and then another tour of the Bowfin submarine Museum and park.
It was getting near dinner time when I finished walking through the air museum.
I hailed a taxi to go back to the hotel honeymoon suite.
I was surprised when Gail was not in the room when I got back just past 7pm. I am starving after all the walking and sightseeing I did today. I called room service and ordered two hamburgers with everything on them and two orders of fries. I also had a bottle of cognac sent up.
By 8:00pm. I finished both of the burgers and most of the fries. I am on my second tumbler of cognac. I am starting to worry about Gail. When I call her cell, it is turned off.
Nine o’clock passed as does 9:30pm and then 9:45. Now I am both worried and pissed off that Gail did not at least call and tell me where she is.
The key card clicked the door open and Gail stumbled into the room. I am stunned by what I see. Her blouse is mostly open in front allowing her tits to fall free. Her jeans are buttoned up incorrectly and still open enough to tell she has no panties on.
“I’m sorry hunny, I lost track of time,” Gail slurred the words. “And what exactly were you doing when you lost track of time? And where did you lose track of your panties?” I growled.
“Oh Jack, don’t be a stick in the mud. So I went out and had some fun without you. Can’t I have some time to myself like I gave you?” she slurred again.
“You reek of sex and booze. I did not go out and get fucked by someone else like you obviously did,” I raised my voice. “Go take a fucking shower. I refuse to sleep with you stinking like another man,” I yelled.
Gail stammered that she was sorry after she took a long hot shower.
“I’m sorry doesn’t cut it with what you did.
I am leaving as soon as I can find a flight out.
You just stay here and fuck all the men you can get your hands on,” I growled while I packed my suitcase.
Gail was too drunk and too tired to protest. She fell into bed and was out cold.