She ran her finger from my forehead, over my chest towards my cock and mine went towards her huge mounds and dark nipples. By the time she reached my ...ick I was gaining erection.A few strokes and I was ready. I pushed her on the bed, climbed on top of her. She lubricated my cock with oil kept by the side of the bed and I could wait no longer. I licked her nipples and her boobs and her underarms and her neck to get her going while she kept moving her hand up and down my pulsating dick waiting. ‘Marri? Frank is here.’ It was Mr. Earl’s voice. I stood up and smoothed out the long skirt Beverly had picked out. I went down the stairs, my hands trembling. I stopped in the foyer and saw Mr. Earl talking to a man I could only assume was Frank. ‘Marri! Hello!’ God, he was always so cheerful. It was unnerving. ‘Hello, Mr. Earl.’ I was staring at Frank. He was attractive enough, thank God. He was tall with blond hair and a muscular build. He was wearing tight jeans and a loose turtleneck. I. "Oh there's Sam and Charlie," she waved at the two women.Whispering though they were yards away. "They're a new couple and bothare old friends from the University."There were hugs and kissed as the two came to the bar. Marie broughtour drinks and Sam ordered for Charlie. I studied them subtly as theycaught up with my new friend. Charlie was clearly beautiful and tall.Her long hair was up in a knot and she wore a dress but in flats. Samor Samantha was in khakis and a vest. Her makeup looked. Why had I married her? Because she got pregnant and told her folks it was mine. Her folks went to my folks and the next thing I knew I was the guest of honor at a shotgun wedding. Surprisingly enough, the marriage was a good one, not that the first six months weren't rough on Maggie. But that was my fault, not hers. She worked hard at being a good wife and making me a home, but I was bitter at having to marry and support the slut that everyone in town had been fucking. Supporting some other.