Chapter 3

The next week was a blur and we had a very small wedding in Bob’s back yard with a few of his and my close friends. I didn’t wear a wedding dress, instead had a low cut sheer dress that Bob picked for me, where the sides of both tits could be seen and enjoyed by all. I think if Bob had had his way, I would have been nude throughout the ceremony.

As soon as everyone left, we went inside, both of us rather drunk and he fucked me bent over the arm of the couch, just as he had the very first night. He continually manipulated the bars in my nipples which no longer hurt, but turned me on completely. In fact, I had fingered myself earlier in the day, looking at my big tits with those sexy bars through my nipples.

Sex with Bob was constant, very rough and often demeaning, but didn’t involve anyone but the two of us. Bob fucked my pussy, ass and mouth every day while calling me a slut and whore. He loved fucking me from behind and slapped my ass and pinched my tits while making me say what a nasty whore I was. And maybe he was right. Daily, I thought of the nasty man at the tattoo parlor fucking me and wishing I was with him.