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Naughty Bride

 

Chapter 11

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 11 -

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Novel-Pocketbook  

Eva gave birth to twin boys. They were fine strapping boys and she was very proud. She had gotten very big her last month, and went nowhere until her trip to the hospital.

It felt wonderful to be slim again. She did her exercises regularly, and after six weeks her figure was, if anything, better than before. John was still sleeping in the spare bedroom, though, telling her that the twins would keep him awake, and he needed his sleep since he couldn't sleep all day like she did. Her need for sex was growing by the day, but she told herself that John would return to her bed when the six weeks were up and it would worth the wait. It was good for her will power too, to deny herself; Lord knows she never had before. She was a wife and mother now and had to start acting like one.

During the past few weeks, she had done a great deal of thinking and felt more grown up and sophisticated, and for the first time realized her wealth and position, the responsibilities of being Mrs. John Richardson. She was sure her sexual needs were too well ingrained to change completely, but she simply had to be more discreet, and she could certainly afford to be more selective. God, she could have ruined everything with her reckless promiscuity.

And she had the twins to think about, too. It gave her a tremendous thrill to nurse them, one on each tit. Perhaps that's why she had two, a titty for each. It was so exciting that sometimes she would even play with herself a little while they sucked. Her Richardson boys, she called them. Their grandpa puffed up with pride, pointing out their many Richardson features, which, in reality, were nonexistent. He already had them enrolled for the class of '95 at Harvard. Eva's bubble burst when her sister-in-law came over to see the twins and made a point to mention that John had been seeing some buxom widow, a Mrs. DeWinter, she thought. Nina was wrong, Eva decided. She had to be. It was the last day of her six weeks and she had a big evening planned, candlelight dinner, champagne, the whole bit. Nothing could spoil that.

Eva was wrong again. When John came home, he told her not to bother with dinner. He was going out.

"Going out? Where?" Eva shrieked.

"It's on business." he said, and turned away.

"Don't turn your back on me, you bastard. I want to know where the fuck you're going."

John turned back, his face ashen. "Eva, my God!"

"Don't pull any pious shit on me, John Richardson, I know about you and that pig Roxanne DeWinter."

"Where did you get an idea like that?"

"From your own sweet sister. You know, the one that's queer for girls, Nina the Lesbian."

John sat down in a chair, his hands shaking. He was a beaten man, a quivering mass of jelly. "I can explain." he said weakly.

"You'd better, mister, and damn fast. Is that why you haven't fucked me in seven months?"

"No, no, truly that isn't it at all. When you got pregnant I was turned off. I think I was afraid you'd do like my sister did, and I couldn't stand that. And I felt guilty over the way I treated you on our wedding night and the suspicions I had of your purity and over the way you were drinking." He hung his head. "And I admit to having sex with Roxanne DeWinter on our honeymoon. Why? I don't know. Do you forgive me?"

"Of course I forgive you." Eva said, seeing him for the weak man he was.

"I didn't want to get you pregnant in the first place."

Eva almost laughed. There's very little chance that you did, she thought.

"I was so relieved when you didn't run wild like Nina did." John said.

Eva studied her husband. Why, the dumb bastard had no inclination whatsoever that she had been fucking anything in pants. "I wouldn't do a thing like that, darling." she said sweetly. "I'm your wife. I love you. Fidelity is important. Now you just relax while I finish dinner."

"I have to go out." John said, getting to his feet.

"Then I'm going with you."

"You can't."

"The fuck I can't. I'm your wife and I'm going."

"All right, I'll confess. I'm going to Roxanne's to play bridge."

"I already suspected where you were going, and I'm going anyway."

"We'll be playing bridge and nothing else. You can't play bridge. You'll be bored to death. I'll come home early, I promise." John said.

"You're damn right you'll do nothing but play bridge, because I'll be there to watch you. I'm going along and that is that."

Later, Roxanne DeWinter was shocked to see Eva. "What a pleasant surprise to see you, Eva. My, you look stunning. I invited exactly enough for three tables, but I can-"

"Don't bother, I'll read a book. I don't play bridge, anyway." Eva snapped, brushing by her hostess.

She was more buxom than Eva had remembered, and really quite beautiful. Eva shivered with jealousy, feeling quite inadequate. She wondered, too, how much bridge they had planned on playing since everyone seemed half-drunk already.

There were six women, counting Eva, and six men; very convenient. The men all leered hungrily at Eva and fell over themselves to meet her. "Go ahead and play your stupid card game. I'll find something to do." Eva said.

"The library is in the next room, Eva dear. I'm sure you can find something to read." Roxanne said.

"Could I have a drink first? I need it."

"Of course. Would you care for a martini?"

"I'd rather have Scotch."

"There's Scotch in the library." Roxanne said.

John watched Eva turn and stomp from the room. "How can we play bridge with so much drinking going on?" John said.

Roxanne took his arm. "We'll manage, somehow." she said.

Roxanne was beginning to wonder about John. They had been playing regularly for two months now and he hadn't made a single pass. All he did was play bridge. She had planned to do more tonight, much more, and the stupid jerk brings his wife.

"Have a drink, John, loosen up a bit, and then we'll get started." she said.

Eva found the Scotch and started drinking. She tried several books, but couldn't find one that interested her and finally went to peek into the other room. "Shit!" she said, "They're actually playing bridge. Nothing but a bunch of stupid drunks playing bridge." Eva was angry. She had hoped to catch her husband in an orgy, but he was playing bridge. It was very disappointing.

Eva sat and drank until she was tight. It had been over two months since she had been drunk and it felt quite good. It made her feel horny, too. She wanted John. She was about to go in and get him when the door opened and a boy came into the room. He was tall and slim, though well muscled, and he was beautiful. He couldn't have been over seventeen.

"Oh." he said shyly, "I didn't know there was anyone in here."

"It's okay. I'm just waiting for my husband. He's in the next room playing bridge."

"You must be Mrs. Richardson. I've heard about you. I'm Ronny, you know, Roxy's wild son."

"Yes, I'm Mrs. Richardson, and I'll just bet you've heard about me. Come on in. I won't bite, and call me Eva."

Ronny entered the room. He seemed to hang back, and was just a tiny bit unsteady on his feet.

"Gosh, you're beautiful, Eva." he said.

"Thanks, Ronny. Come over here and sit down. I need company, too."

Ronny sat beside Eva. His face was flushed and he hiccuped, his face growing redder. "What's that you're drinking?" he said.

"Scotch. Want some?"

"Sure, but I have to confess that I've already had some."

"I suspected as much." Eva said, wanting to giggle.

She took the half-filled decanter from the end table and filled her glass to the brim. "I'll drink from this side and you drink from the other. I only have one glass." she said, putting the glass to her lips. And then she giggled, dribbling Scotch on the front of her sweater.

Ronny took the glass and took a big swallow.

"I'm a little drunk." he said, giggling with her.

"Not too drunk, I hope."

"Too drunk for what?"

"Oh, for nothing... or for anything." She took the glass back and gave him a knowing grin. "How is the hot bridge game in the next room?"

"They didn't even notice me come in. I'd say they are playing a little bridge, but mostly they're fucking... " His face reddened again. "I'm sorry... fooling around."

"That's okay. Fucking is a good word; I like it." She looked at him coyly. "The word, I mean."

"You're cool, Eva. I like you."

"I like you, too, Ronny." she said and took another drink. "Where have you been all evening? I wish you had been here."

"I wish I had, too, but I was out on a date. It was a washout."

"Oh, you didn't get any, huh?"

Ronny looked intently at Eva, wanting to tell her about it, but not sure he should. "No, but I thought I would from what the guys had told me. She turned out to be a tease. Want to hear about it?"

"Certainly." Eva said.

"Well," he said, taking the glass from her hand for a little more courage, "the guys that had been out with her said she was easy, but now I wonder. Maybe it was just me, used the wrong approach or something. She's a real sexpot to look at, big boobs and all that."

"Bigger than mine?" Eva said.

"I doubt it. Yours look pretty big."

Eva took his free hand and placed it on one of her tits. "What do you think?" she said.

"Yours are bigger." he quickly answered.

"You really can't be sure this way. My sweater is pretty bulky." she said, sliding closer to him. She took his hand and slid it up under her sweater. Her nipple was already standing firm. "Now you can judge better."

"Gosh, Eva, you win by a mile!"

"Good. Now play with my nipple and keep it hard. The sweater only does it half-way. And tell me about your date."

Ronny let his fingers play her nipples to hardness before he continued. They rose up until they were like little steel marbles, the syrupy milk oozing onto his finger tips. Eva moaned inside, the delicious feeling crawling down her spine to her juice-seeping cuntlips.

"Well, we went to this school play and started nipping from my flask. We nipped until it was empty. Good thing I had a pint in the car because that girl absorbs Scotch. Anyway, by the time the play was over, she was half-looped and I thought I had it made. We had hamburgers at a drive-in and then went and parked and guzzled some more Scotch.

"We necked up a storm and she let me under her blouse. She let me take off her bra and then she put her hand on my... on my prick."

"Like this?" Eva asked, laying her hand on the bulge in his pants."

"Yeah," Ronny said excitedly, "only I think I'm lot harder now than I was then."

"I hope so." Eva said. "Go on, honey."

"I played with her luscious tits and she really turned on... I thought. She pulled my zipper down and pulled it out. Boy, her hand felt good."

Eva worked Ronny's zipper down and extracted his cock. It was a beauty, easily over six inches, so sleek and smooth, and so very hard, the veins standing out all rigid. The circumcised head was shiny with clear ooze that dribbled out and spread like a clear lacquer. She started slowly jerking him.

"Oh, God, Eva, that's good." he gasped.

"Go on, tell me more." she urged.

"I was sure I had it made and slid my hand under her skirt. She seemed to tense a little, but didn't stop me. It took some more Scotch and some more deep kissing, but I finally got her pants off. Her hair was soft and fuzzy and she was all wet down there and I just couldn't control myself. I lifted up her dress and slammed my face into her crotch. She started screaming and yelling and calling me a pervert. Boy, that dumb broad really has some hang-ups."

"She sure does." Eva agreed, her hand still working on Ronny's cock. "Where did you learn to go down on a girl?"

Ronny was really loose now, relaxed and hot, and confident. "Roxy taught me." he said.

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