Chapter 2
I was curiously surprised by how messy Jane’s pussy felt when I slipped my dick into her after she came home two hours late from work. There was a mark on the left side of her neck that looked suspiciously like a hickey. But Jane insisted that she’d gotten snapped by a rubber band.
I could feel a thick syrupy fluid oozing out of her pussy onto my thighs as she humped up and down on my cock.
“I love your cock better than anyone else,” Jane groaned as she rocked back and forth on my pecker.
I thought that was a curious thing to say since we’ve been together for two years and are going to be married in one week from now.
As Jane is humping me savagely, I gaze up at her body and see a woman who is so sweaty and her hair is so unraveled that she looks like she just ran a marathon instead of just getting home from her cocktail waitress job.
While she fucks me with her eyes closed tight, I wonder how truthful her story was about being late. According to her claim, an old friend from her past had showed up and insisted that she have a drink after work.
“Give it to me, fucker…Give it to me in my nasty pussy,” Jane bellowed. I was taken aback by her nasty tirade because she has never talked dirty during sex with me before.
Jane’s eyes were clamped shut while her body jerked and shuddered violently on top of me. “MAKE ME YOUR FUCKING WHORE,” she snarled in a voice that sounded demon possessed.
With her pussy clenching and rippling against my dick, I began to ejaculate while I reached up to squeeze on her small 28AA cone shaped tits. “MAKE ME YOUR FUCKING WHORE,” she yelled again.
My body arched up off the bed and my ass cheeks flexed over and over while I pumped three huge wads of semen deep into her pussy. By the time I had drained my balls inside of Jane, she had her eyes open and she was gazing down with a sheepish sort of smile on her face.
“Guess I got a little carried away…Hugh?” Jane asked timidly. “Who on earth were you thinking of with your eyes closed?” I growled back. “It felt like I was just along for the ride,” I added tersely.
“Don’t be like that…I just got a little wound up is all,” she told me as she lifted off of my cock. I was astounded by the river of thick while fluid that gushed out of her pussy. There was so much jizz that it looked like someone just spilled a glass of milk on the bed between my thighs.
Along with her disheveled appearance and the mark on her neck, I was beginning to wonder exactly WHERE she’s had drinks and exactly HOW MANY old friends she’d entertained.
With no real evidence of anything tawdry, I decided to give Jane the benefit of the doubt. “You need a shower,” I told her. “You reek like you ran the Boston Marathon,” I chuckled.
Trudy was seated at the table in the kitchen when I went out to have a snack before bed. I closed my robe and tied it tight before she could see my drooling dick completely exposed.
“Drinks with friends…was it?” Trudy asked in a tone that seemed quite skeptical. “That’s the third time this month that she came dragging in her late looking like the pivot point of a gang bang,” Trudy laughed like it was a joke.
“I have no reason to not believe she had drinks with friends,” I defended my fiancé.
In the back of my mind there was a voice screaming that I was an idiot.
“We’ll just have to believe her until we can prove different,” I suggested.
“I don’t have to believe shit,” Trudy answered. “I KNOW how my sister is,” she added.
I was upset with the conversation with Trudy but some of my anger is that part of me also thinks that Jane is full of shit about where she was and what she did. But I have no proof otherwise.