Holy Matrimony
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				Title: <strong>Holy Matrimony</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>31-08-2009, 10:08:45</strong>
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				<strong>Sean Morgan</strong><br><br>Morgan Investments was a young company in modest offices, with most of its capital tied up in a dozen ventures and projects, so the room that held the first annual employee mixer was also the board room, conference room and hosted seminars. With the chairs and tables cleared to the side and tables used to hold drinks and snacks (courtesy of Jenna from accounting, who had worked as a caterer before moving into the money-world), the large room made a creditable socialising area. Dove grey walls held a few minimalist paintings, slashes and splashes of red and yellow and blue to brighten the décor, and the tinted windows transformed the evening light into a sapphire glow, casting the scene into a marine mood.<br><br>Pretty much everyone who worked for Sean Morgan was there, from his vice-president to the cleaning staff; building his own company from the ground up had impressed on Sean that the little cogs made the machine work just as much as the big cogs did. Many had brought partners or spouses, and there were even a few representatives from clients that had deigned to show up. The small size of the company was a boon tonight, for once; everyone knew everyone, so there was no uncertainty of stand-offishness, just Friday night drinks and gossip writ large. Sean stood with a group of market analysts and a junior partner from Silverberg-Case, chatting animatedly about the regular dance of the markets.<br><br>As intriguing as the conversation was, and as strong his responsibility to play the good host, Sean felt his gaze wandering past ears and shoulders to a figure seated too one side in the room, taking a load off her feet. And what a figure... through the shifting grass of bodies wandering too and fro and the colourful blurs of social butterflies, Sean watched Ingrid like a lion observing a lioness. Even sitting there, doing nothing, not even looking across at him she fascinated him. He found his eyes drawn to the curve of her calves, the subtle hints that her dress gave of hips and breasts. Her hair was pinned up. Sean stifled a sigh, now completely ignoring the banker that was making very cogent points about the rate of exchange with the Euro. She <em>knew</em> the effect that pinning her hair up had on him. The only thing he was able to think about every time he looked at her was easing those silver pins out of her raven tresses, one at a time, until they tumbled down around her face, spilling like a wave of midnight across her shoulders and down her back. He wanted to bury his face in her hair, knot it around his knuckles, bite off her buttons, rip off her clothes...'<br><br>Sean stirred, and looked quickly back to the man who was blinking at him, waiting for a response. “Mmm, yes, very true,” Sean bluffed, smiling. “I'll have to consider that. If you'll excuse me, I'd better mingle...” He backed away graciously, then turned with a silent puff of breath to Brian from forecasting (who had been a barman before moving into the money-world; it was amazing, all the things people had to do to get by while trying to break into brokerage). Sean ordered two drinks, and when they were mixed he weaved through the crowd towards where Ingrid sat.<br><br>He moved through the crowd with the kind of footwork and lean, easy power of a martial artist, though he'd never thrown a punch in anger in his life. He wore a gunmetal-grey silk jacket, the kind of thing that he felt was too embarrassingly gaudy to don except at night, but it hung well enough off his lithe, toned frame. Sean smiled as he approached, raising his eyebrows in an <em>is this seat taken</em> expression and sliding in next to Ingrid.<br><br>“I wasn't sure you'd make it,” he said, placing her favourite cocktail on the table in front of her and setting down his own. Sean took is wife's small hand in his own, lifting it to his lips and kissing her fingertips. “I always thought this wasn't your sort of thing... thanks for coming.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Holy Matrimony</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>31-08-2009, 23:19:37</strong>
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				Ingrid looked up as she saw Sean approach. His wife had really gone balls to the wall tonight. She knew how important this party was to his company, so she had resolved to actually dress up. She was wearing what she affectionately referred to as her "Jessica Rabbit dress", a crimson-red satin off-the-shoulder number with a slit on one side almost all the way up her thigh. She looked absolutely fabulous in it, showing off her tiny waist and her ample breasts. Her cleavage framed her chest piece, a winged, heart-shaped padlock complete with an old fashioned key in the lock surrounded by detailed vine work and flowers. The wing tips spanned to reach almost to her shoulders on either side, where they almost touched either sleeve. Ingrid's right arm was covered with a marine life scene mostly dominated by the octopus that began at her shoulder and took up the majority of her upper arm. The tattoos continued, but as he was only looking at Ingrid's right side, those were the ones most visible to him. <br><br>She smiled as she recognized her husband, her lips painted ruby to match her dress, and her eyes sparkled, more blue in this particular light and especially in comparison with all the red she was wearing. A dark tendril of hair hovered over her shoulder, and she pushed it aside as she took the cosmopolitan from him. "Well hello there, stranger." Her smile always lit up her face, it made her seem more approachable and down-to-earth. "Yes, well... the things we do for love." She squeezed his hand affectionately as he took hers, her nails were painted to match her outfit. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Holy Matrimony</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>01-09-2009, 01:07:41</strong>
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				<strong>Sean Morgan</strong><br><br>She looked amazing dressed in sensible attire at work... she looked fantastic dressed for slouching around at home... but now, in an intoxicating mix of formal and suggestive, her ink and best assets on display, she looked <em>edible</em>. Sean smiled, pinching her nails between his lips before letting her hand drop (subtly guiding it so that it fell on his knee), and wasted no time in telling her so. “Thank you. I'm glad you're here, honey... the place looks much better now, with your gorgeousing it up.” He squeezed her upper arm intimately, his thumb idly tracing one of the tentacles of the cephalopod on her shoulder.<br><br>Sean settled next to her, content to let the party simmer on its own. His leg pressed tight against the long sliver of thigh her dress revealed, and he let his eyes wander down, enjoying the art she so confidently displayed. “How was work? Any closer to unmasking the mysteries of the human mind, Dr. Morgan?” he smiled, lifting his own mint julep to his lips and taking a sip. The tip of his thumb continued to relentlessly trail across her smooth, warm skin, following the convolutions of her tattoo.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Holy Matrimony</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>01-09-2009, 04:24:08</strong>
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				Ingrid smiled again, "I like to think I made a little progress." She paused a moment, then added, "How's the party so far? Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves..." She took a small sip of her drink, looking around at the people surrounding them. Sean knew she was only asking to be polite. Ingrid respected and admired his work, both his hard working ethics and his success - not to mention ambition - but economics was a subject she generally was disinterested in. But Ingrid loved him, so she always asked him about it, anyways. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Holy Matrimony</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>01-09-2009, 04:44:40</strong>
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				<strong>Sean Morgan</strong><br><br>“Surprisingly well. It's so much easier to socialise when everyone knows everyone else... though maybe a little pointless. I might introduce you to a few people later, if you don't mind me showing you off.” He grinned, squeezing her shoulder before drawing his hand back to rest on the back of her chair.<br><br>Sean had the sneaking suspicion that his wife was much cleverer than he was... which was just one of the reasons he loved her. Her self-awareness dazzled him; she was so free of hang-ups that she knew what she <em>really</em> wanted in love and in life, and that was something very few people of any stripe were blessed with.<br><br>“Everyone's just a rat, running around their own wheel of self-interest, making the world go 'round,” he added philosophically, taking another sip.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Holy Matrimony</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 02:36:49</strong>
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				She raised a quizzical eyebrow at his latter statement, but said nothing except, "Feel free to introduce me to whomever you'd like. But my disclaimer still stands: I do not guarantee a good impression." The last was mostly lighthearted joking on her part. It wasn't that Ingrid made poor impressions per se, she just didn't consider herself a member of the corporate social elite. She was classy in her own way; she was always very kind and polite and probably knew more about etiquette than half the people in the room. But it wasn't good manners that made these people "high class"; it was their snobbish elitism that came as a result of the high socioeconomic status. She didn't count herself among the inflated egos and pretentiousness that permeated the people working in Sean's field. They saw her tattoos and her big breasts and thought "trailer trash", it didn't matter that Ingrid had never lived in a trailer in her life. In fact, she'd grown up in an upper-middle class neighborhood and dealt with high society rejection from an early age, when the first socially awkward thing fell from her lips and branded her 'other'. Of course, they were right. Ingrid was unique in that she didn't particularly fit into any one particular category. She was a genre unto herself, and the resulting issue was that she almost always felt out of place. It didn't bother her as much as it did when she was young, as she matured she realized that the people who were worth her while, like Sean, wouldn't try to compartmentalize her, and those who weren't would - and could easily be ignored. In fact, one of Ingrid's favorite quotes was, "You must acquire the trick of ignoring those who do not like you. In my experience, those who do not like you fall into two categories: the stupid, and the envious. The stupid will like you in five year's time; the envious, never." And her philosophy, although not comparing Sean's colleagues to vermin, gave them just as much credence (if not more, as Ingrid happened to think rats made cute pets). 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Holy Matrimony</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 02:48:58</strong>
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				<strong>Sean Morgan</strong><br><br>Seeing her look, Sean gave his wife a smile part-rueful and part amused. “Whiskey makes me cynical, I guess,” he said, chasing a scrap of mint around the bottom of his glass with a straw. He watched her sit, lost in some inner world of thought for a moment, and his expression changed to one of genuine pleasure. He reached out suddenly, his warm, strong fingers curling under her chin, holding her jaw lightly as he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.<br><br>“Maybe later,” he murmured under his breath. As he spoke, his hand shifted, trailing along the line of her neck and finding the artful arrangement of her hair. He toyed with a silky, midnight strand that had escape the pins, adding: “In the mean time... maybe I can scare up some music, if you want to dance. Turns out my secretary, Shannon, is a part time DJ.”<br><br>Sean leaned back, tearing himself regretfully away from his exploration of Ingrid's loveliness, and offered her his hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Holy Matrimony</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 20:54:40</strong>
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				Ingrid remembered having met Sean's secretary. Shannon was an incredibly capable woman with the highest wpm count she'd ever seen. Watching her type was like watching a hummingbird beating its wings. That she was an attractive girl had not escaped Ingrid's notice, but she was secure enough in her marriage to Sean that she was able to keep her jealous habits in check. Still, it didn't thrill her to learn that Shannon seemed to have other talents besides her furious typing skills and expert ability to alphabetize almost anything. <br><br>Ingrid smiled, but the line was minutely tight. It was the smile she gave when she knew it was the correct response, but her heart just wasn't in it. Ingrid had other smiles, too. Her real smile, which brightened her face and made you want to smile with her; her professional smile, which was saved mostly for clients - both hers and Sean's; and softer ones for lesser occasions. "I'd rather not, it's been a long day. I spent forty five minutes on the phone with one of my client's insurance companies trying to convince them that they are ethically obligated to provide coverage. Ah, the joys of our failing health care system." She took another sip of her drink, which almost matched her dress, and sighed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Holy Matrimony</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 23:49:39</strong>
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				Sean thought himself pretty good at reading Ingrid's moods, but there were always more graduations of disposition than he could accurately perceive. Still, he could tell her her heart wasn't in the smile he gave, and cocked his head, watching her. His fingers played down the back of her neck, caressing each vertebra as if it was a piano key. “Careful, sweetheart, that's communist-Nazi-death-panel talk,” he teased. Taking a sip of his own drink, he grinned and let his hand drop to her shoulder, where he skilfully pinched the muscles and nerves with a strong, soothing grip. “Well, you let me know if you want a back rub to ease some of that tension.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Holy Matrimony</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>03-09-2009, 18:33:11</strong>
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				Ingrid snorted in an effort to repress her laughter, "Well you know me, notorious pinko." She shook her head and took another sip of her cosmopolitan. "Mmh... that feels amazing...." She looked up at him, her face momentarily serious, although radiant with affection. "I love it when you touch me..." It was a sentiment she expressed often, how much she appreciated his loving touch. Touching each other had always felt so perfect, even from the moment they first brushed hands. That she longed to do more was written across her features, although she held herself in check for his own sake. Wouldn't do to fuck him on the table in front of his whole company...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Holy Matrimony</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>03-09-2009, 20:46:38</strong>
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				Sean gave her a roguish smile she knew so well; one that said that he never thought marriage could be such an adventure, and that the only one he wanted to explore it with was her. “That's an wonderful coincidence – I love touching you. <em>Especially</em> when you wear your hair up,” he added, leaning closer to her again. He finger-tip walked up the side of her neck, running his hands hungrily over the tightly pinned gathering of dark curls on her head. “Mmmph. You know, all I can think of is pulling those pins out like a game of Jenga... trying to find the one that makes it all tumble down over your shoulders... pulling your hair tight around your throat...” He darted in to kiss her, his lips pressing hotly to the skin just under and behind her earlobe like a hornet's sting.<br><br>Anyone at the party more than glancing at them would have been able to see the smouldering desire and the flirtatious gestures, but Sean didn't care. So long as they weren't actually tearing each other's clothes off in front of the staff, it was none of their concern.<br><br>Sitting back, Sean made a great show of casually reaching past Ingrid to pick up a chip and dip it into the guacamole. As he did so, his hand brushed her deliciously prominent breasts; his hard knuckles dragged the red satin across her nipples, and his forearm grazed the firm peaks as he retrieved his snack and ferried it to his mouth. He cocked his head at her, with a teasing <em>what're you gonna do about it?</em> look, putting the next move in her hands.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Holy Matrimony</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>03-09-2009, 23:06:56</strong>
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				Ingrid pretended to ignore him, although a light flush crept up out of her dress and into her cheeks. It was a game they played often, Sean sneaking a grope here and there when he could, and she played along like nothing had happened - although they both knew how thoroughly she enjoyed it. Ingrid liked feeling his attraction to her, she liked how persistent it was... she wanted him to want her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Holy Matrimony</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>04-09-2009, 03:49:11</strong>
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				Sean concealed a smile. For him, the thrill of the game was wondering if he could break Ingrid's composure, extract a gasp, a moan, a hot look... to make her acknowledge her inner slut. That, and the sheer pleasure of touching her body, her face, even in play. He noticed the spreading blush, his eye drawn to the way it changed the colour contrasts of the tattoos above it, and she heard him give a tiny grunt in the back of his throat, as if her sex appeal was a physical blow.<br><br>Locking eyes with her, Sean took hold of the stemmed glass that held her lurid cosmopolitan, and lifted it to his own lips, bringing her hand with it. He made a face at the taste of cranberry juice, not his favourite, and let her hand and the glass lower... but rather than onto the table, he set it on his lap for a moment. Ingrid could feel the heat and hardness of his arousal, like an exclamation point marking his attraction to her. It seemed to throb against her wrist through the fabric of his pants and underwear, matching her own pulse.<br><br>Sean released the glass and let her move her hand away – or not. “Say... you haven't seen the view from up here, have you?” he smiled, his voice airy, but his eyes twinkling like embers, hot and dark.&nbsp; He nodded towards the windows. “Even through the tinting, it's not a bad vantage point.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Holy Matrimony</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>04-09-2009, 22:57:56</strong>
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				The cosmopolitan was a common choice for Ingrid. She generally didn't drink much alcohol, and on average liked cranberry juice very much. So the very infrequent jump to cranberry juice with some vodka wasn't that hard to make when she was expected to drink during social occasions. It was too bitter for a lot of people, which is what Ingrid assumed was the reason Sean didn't like it. She smiled sympathetically when he took a sip. <br><br>As he lowered her hand to his crotch, however, the smile faded into a much more feral look, something serious that might easily be confused with anger. Sean knew the face all too well, it was the face Ingrid made when she was turned on immensely, but couldn't make too much of a show of it. "No, I haven't. You should take me up there sometime." She suggested, her tone of voice light and not at all matching her facial expression. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Holy Matrimony</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>05-09-2009, 05:01:42</strong>
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				You could never mistake Ingrid for an ordinary woman – not with her intellect, her fire, her style and body art. But that look she got, sometimes... that was how Sean knew he'd married a truly remarkable creature.<br><br>“Yes,” he said. “I should take you.” He sat back, smiling, eyes flashing with desire. He answered her in the same playful tone that belied his hungry gaze: “Now that you mention it, the view from my office is even better than the one here... if you like, you could pop over there – end of the hall, you can't miss it – and I could join you shortly...”<br><br>Sean tossed his head back to finish the last drops of his drink, keeping one eye on her as he curled back a tongue studded with crystals of crushed ice, running them against his lips until they melted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Holy Matrimony</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>05-09-2009, 06:36:30</strong>
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				Ingrid made a small sound low in her throat - nearly indiscernible to others, but to Sean the sound would be staccato with meaning. "I think I just might..." She slowly rose and, giving him one last meaningful look, turned towards the exit and walked casually away. The view of her backside was not lost on her husband. <br><br>Outside the door, the music was distant and became even quieter as she walked to the end of the hallway and pressed the button for the elevator. The door opened immediately without anyone else to wait on, and she stepped inside, pressing the floor number as the doors closed behind her. The elevator lurched upward, and Ingrid allowed herself to fall gently against the wall. Her right hand snaked under her dress through the convenient leg slit, and slid between her legs, fondling herself through the thin, lace panties. She shuddered and let out a moan. She was so horny...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Holy Matrimony</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 02:43:43</strong>
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				Sean's breath caught as he watched his wife rise. She was so vivacious, it was easy to forget how petite she was, barely over five foot – but every inch of that frame was packed with fascinating curves and tattoos that drove him wild with lust. He watched her heart-shaped rear sway away from him, stifling a growl of his own. God... he loved her... and he wanted her so badly.<br><br>Waiting even two minutes for the sake of appearances was torture. Sean forced himself to rise and mingle, talking and laughing with colleagues and business partners, glancing at his watch every few seconds and gripping the glass until his hand shook. At last, he felt decorum was satisfied, and extracted himself with a laugh and an excuse.<br><br>His smile faded as soon as he stepped out of the cocktail party, replaced with the avid expression of a wolf. He ran a hand through his dark brown hair, and quickly set off towards his office. The elevator ride was tortuously long, and he burst out, only slowing his pace when he reached the office door. “Inge... are you in here?” he called softly, using a diminutive she sometimes loved, sometimes hated.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Holy Matrimony</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 03:35:21</strong>
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				((If you don't like this post, and wanted to go in a different direction, that's fine. I'm willing to change it... I'm aware how direct it is. XD))<br><br>The first thing he heard upon opening his office door was a distinct, wet squishing sound. Upon opening the door further, he is greeted by a harsh, guttural moan and the sight of his wife, spread across his office chair, two fingers working firmly inside her pussy. Her pussy juice is all over her hand, trailing onto his chair from her pussy and dripping onto the floor. Her free hand is gripping the armrest for support, knuckles white with the effort. She notices him, but doesn't stop what she's doing. "Ohhhh...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Holy Matrimony</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 00:18:43</strong>
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				Sean was surprised, though in retrospect he couldn't say why; Ingrid's sexuality was a wild, primal thing, and when she wanted something she couldn't help but take it. Clearly, her husband thought as he slipped into his office, shutting the door fast behind him, she wanted pleasure. His own desires started to simmer harder, and worked towards a rolling boil. <br><br>“What have we here?” Sean said softly, stalking towards her. The smell of her arousal filled the room, instantly transforming it from a sterile place of work to a smouldering boudoir. His pulse beat harder under his jaw as her heard the sound of her finger-fucking herself, hard and desperate. His pace quickened and he almost lunged towards her, crouching in front of the chair. A strong hand snapped out, seizing her wrist in a rough grip, and wrenching it away from her womanhood. Sean's eyes burned as he held her arm, lifting it towards his face. His mouth darted out, and he devoured the two fingers, pulling them hard into the warmth of his cheeks and sucking her ample juices off them. His tongue flicked through the V between the digits, and he let them go after one last soft bite.<br><br>“Uh, uh uh...” he growled in a lusty undertone. “That's <em>my</em> job.” His palm slapped against her wet pussy lips hard, sliding under the fold of her dress. Sean's middle and ring fingers curled up, forcing themselves against Ingrid's pink labial lips... she felt the warm, hard band of the wedding ring rubbing against the entrance to her core as he worked the two digits into her. Sean grunted softly, feeling her heat, the throbbing of her need, and his other hand reached up, curling around the back of her neck and pulling her forward, demanding a kiss.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Holy Matrimony</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 01:03:40</strong>
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				Ingrid whimpered softly as he licked her pussy juice off of her fingers, buy as he slapped her swollen vulva, her whole body lurched forward and she nearly came for him right then. As his fingers entered her, she let out a low, low moan and a few panting breaths before they kissed, her mouth desperate for his. She kissed him like he was air and she was suffocating, licking and nipping at his lips in a heated bu pleasant fashion. Her hips slowly gyrated to meet his hand. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Holy Matrimony</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 04:50:10</strong>
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				Sean groaned, deep in his throat as Ingrid devoured his lips, and he bucked up to kiss her back just as hard. Her nibbles and licks sent scintillating bolts of pleasure through his body... and he responded by pinching her pouty lower lip hard between his front teeth, tugging it until he drew a gasp from her, then growling in satisfaction and thrusting his tongue demandingly into her mouth. His free hand stroked down the back of her neck, across the leafy branches of Yggdrasil that marked her shoulders, and scratched down her upper arm until he found the side-straps of her red satin dress... an began to tug them down.<br><br>The lean muscles of his forearm tightened, making the thorny tattoo on the inside of his arm seem to crawl and bristle as he plunged his fingers to the last knuckle into his wife's heat. His palm clenched to her sex tightly; he was almost lifting her off the chair with the force of his finger-fucking. “Mmmhhhrrr... god, you're wet. What were you thinking about to get so dripping, my wicked little bitch?” Sean purred in her ear, curling his digits inside her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Holy Matrimony</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 06:19:01</strong>
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				Ingrid was breathless with his kiss and his fingers inside of her, she rode his hand relentlessly, loving every minute of it. She panted as he murmured in her ear, groaning as she heard what he had to say. "Your cock..." She managed to say, but her voice came out in a low hiss. She fought not to whine as she felt herself getting closer and closer to climax. <br><br>Her free hand, which had been gripping the chair, was now fixed on his arm, and her blood-red nails were slowly digging into his flesh - no doubt leaving small crescent moons in their wake. He often bore scratches and scabs along his back and arms after fucking his wife, she marked him in the heat of the moment, and sometimes left perfect imprints of her teeth in him when she was feeling more affectionate. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Holy Matrimony</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 07:59:48</strong>
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				Sean's hands drew the seductive Jessica Rabbit dress lower and lower, until only the bountiful, prominent curves of Ingrid's own body kept it from dropping down. He fabric hugged taut across her bust like a red shadow, and the man's palms grazed each tip lustily, before rising to stroke the winged lock that surmounted them. Her nails scratching into his hard forearm drew a snarl from the man... but it was a wolfish sound of pleasure. The marks her teeth and claws left on him were his red badges of husbandly courage, signs of love he gladly wore.<br><br>He chuckled when she hissed out what she had been thinking of. “Slut,” he whispered hotly, challengingly, and his hand started to move faster. Sean pumped his fingers into her, working them in a blur, making her pussy juices froth up. His palm slapped her clitty with every frig, while he pushed his mouth against hers so hard she could imagine her lips bruising between their teeth. Sean's tongue rammed between her aching lips, almost fucking her mouth, while he ground his hand into her dripping sex, curling his fingers against her most intimate zones. “Slut,” he repeated. “You come right fucking now, you wet cunted slut...”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Holy Matrimony</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 19:36:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ingrid moaned and did just as he asked, orgasming around his fingers, her pussy clenching tight around them as she ejaculated a clear fluid against the palm of his hand. Her cries did not stop until her orgasm did, and she leaned back into the chair, panting. Of course, the panting just made her breasts heave and only added more appeal to the look of her after she'd come, her face flushed and looking generally aroused, with her skirts pulled up and the top of her dress pushed down. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Holy Matrimony</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 23:12:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Uhhhn... Ingrid...” Sean murmured huskily. He felt her body clench and contort and gush around his digits, and gave her pussy one last slap as she covered his palm with her copious juices. God, he loved the way her body reacted to him... nothing made him feel more powerful, more content than knowing he could orchestrate his lovely wife's ecstasy so.<br><br>“Mmm... good girl...” His eyes flashed hot with love and desire as she panted and writhed in the afterglow, watching her body undulate deliciously in that seductive red satin ensemble. Sean lifted his hand, and pressed it to Ingrid's lips. He smeared her hot pleasure-juices across her cheeks, jaw and lips – thrusting both the fingers that had been deep in her sex into her mouth, making her suck them, taste herself. <br><br>While finger-fucking her mouth, he reached down and started to undo his belt. “Since you were thinking about it, it seems only fair that I should let you play with my cock... get on your knees.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Holy Matrimony</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 23:56:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ingrid moaned, her mouth full her her husband's fingers and the taste of her own cunt on them. She used mostly her upper arm strength to get herself off the chair, supporting herself on the armrests and the desk, as her legs often failed to work properly after she orgasmed. But she did manage to get to her knees after several moments, and she looked appreciatively up at her husband. <br><br>((WOOOO page two~!!))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Holy Matrimony</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 00:53:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fingers wet with saliva more than pussy juices slid free from Ingrid's mouth, and Sean cupped his hands on either side her her face. He lifted her head upwards to look at him, fixing her with a smouldering look of lust and love. Slowly, he reached back, and removed a couple of he pins that held her hair up... groaning as her hair slipped part of the way down, inky black against her tattooed skin. He pulled her forward a little, forcefully nuzzling her face against the cloth-covered bulge of his hardness, growling through parted lips.<br><br>Sean's belt whipped out from his pants with a clothy hiss, and he draped it around her neck. He thrust the leather tongue through the buckle, and started to tighten it, until it was close around her throat, but not enough to choke or dig in. The metal tooth went through an eye, turning it into a makeshift leash. Sean gave it a shake, making the leather snap softly against his wife's body.<br><br>“Well, what're you waiting for, my hungry little whore?” he rasped, cocking his head with a smirk. “Get my cock out and show me what you were thinking about doing with it...”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Holy Matrimony</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 01:22:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His wife moaned again, loudly, appreciatively. Sucking her husbands cock while on her knees was one of her favorite things, and he knew it. Especially when he took her by the hair or the back of the head and either guided her, or just outright fucked her mouth. Something about it made her so wet and horny...<br><br>She quickly pulled his cock free of his underwear, not bothering to disrobe him. She held it in her hand for a moment, squeezing and stroking, feeling how hard it was and watching his knot bulge when she pulled her hand up and put pressure there. The sight drew another moan from her mouth, which she punctuated by licking his tip clean of precum. She looked up at him and licked her lips, "Yummy." before taking just his tip into her mouth and sucking softly. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Holy Matrimony</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 04:29:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Aching with a lust that had been building since he first saw her that evening, Sean gave a throaty growl as Ingrid took him in hand. She skilfully undid his fly and fished out his cock, which by now was rampantly hard and juddering in time with his pulse.<br><br>He held the leash in one hand, giving it a tug to urge her on, while his other ran lovingly through the darkness of her hair. “Uhhhn!” Sean grunted as her tongue lapped around the head of his cock, licking up the drops of pearlescent salt he had already emitted in his eagerness. He looked down into her warm blue-grey eyes with a burning adoration, and his fingers clenched in her hair as she suckled at his tip with her lips. “Mmmhhh... don't be a tease, my little cocksucker...” he warned playfully, snapping the leash down against her shoulder. “I know you can't wait to feel me down your throat... fucking your tonsils...”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Holy Matrimony</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 06:17:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hearing him say those things to her made her blood run all that much hotter, and she took him inside her mouth, as much as she could fit, all at once until his knot hit the back of her throat. She moaned against him, sending waves of tiny vibrations up his dick. Gods, she loved the feeling of him inside her mouth... <br><br>Slowly she began to bob back and forth on his cock, sucking him in and slowly letting him out, careful to keep even pressure on him and to make sure her tongue played against the ridges of his flesh in all the right ways. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Holy Matrimony</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 21:41:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Adopting a wider stance for balance, Sean grinned as he felt Ingrid's fingers against his clothed hips, stomach and crotch as she got to work on him. He held the leash loosely, and ran his fingers down the partial torrent of dark hair that ha been unleashed, caressing the back of her head, neck and shoulders as she knelt and kissed his cock. Gods, he loved the feeling of her mouth around him... <br><br>“Ahhh... Ingrid... damn, that's good,” he crooned, looking down. She was such a petite woman, so fine-featured...it only served to make his cock look even bigger as she spread her lips to engulf it and sucked on as much of his length as she could, jaw distended to accommodate his rough, ridged and veined thickness. “Show me your skills, baby,” he murmured, fingers trailing up the side of her face, caressing jaw and cheekbone and the corner of her eye. He loved the way she seemed to worship his cock with her lips, tongue, cheeks, the roof of her mouth, her throat...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Holy Matrimony</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 20:53:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ingrid seemed to respond to the sounds he made, paying very close attention to what elicited a verbal response from her husband. She liked grunts and groans best, especially the low ones. The more his sounds resembled a growl, the better of a job she knew she was doing. She was careful to use the perfect amount of suction, his preferred amount of tongue, varying her pace so that it didn't become methodical or too repetitive. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Holy Matrimony</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 01:38:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Watching his wife do what she did so well, Sean slid his hands roughly behind her head and laced his fingers. Nestled in her ebony mane, his fingers made a cradle for the back of her skull... letting him control her motions, taking ownership of her mouth and his pleasure. “Mmm... open wide, my beautiful bitch,” he growled huskily, yanking her head down. Sean writhes slightly, breath erupting hotly as he pulled Ingrid's mouth down his cock, making her swallow inch after hard inch. He didn't stop until the pulsing head of his manhood was buried in her throat and her lips were locked around the base of his shaft, her face pressed to his stomach and chin to his balls.'<br><br>Guiding her head up and down while his own hips jerked, Sean started to fuck his wife's mouth, using her vigorously, ruthlessly for his pleasure. His hard, hot length rammed between her lips, rubbed at her cheeks and the roof of her mouth as he slammed it into her face. Every thrust elicited a rasping moan from him, and his fingers dug hard into her scalp. “That's it... uhhhn... that's it...” Sean breathed ardently, his own lips curling into a wild smile of lust as he fucked hers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Holy Matrimony</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 02:20:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ingrid moaned and grunted around his cock, quickly coating him in saliva that soon would accumulate and drip down his balls. She had each of his thighs in one hand for support as he ruthlessly fucked her mouth, waiting to establish a rhythm before she could reach down and touch herself. His cock in her mouth made her so hot, and she was already soaking wet...<br><br>((Sorry it's so short. u.u;))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Holy Matrimony</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 21:28:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sean's thigh muscles trembled under Ingrid's hands, like a racehorse impatient at the start line. They tensed as he bucked forward, slamming his rod into her waiting mouth, relaxed as he pulled back, smearing a mixture of precum and saliva over her full lips, over and over again. Her tongue swirled expertly around the head of his shaft as it fucked her face, and her husband had to groan, his knuckles whitening on the makeshift leather leash. “Ohhh, fuck... you know how to suck that cock, don't you, my little slut? Mmm, you know what I like..”<br><br>Panting, Sean yanked on the handful of dark hair he held, ramming his full length down her throat. His toned butt clenched, powering the juddering thrust that worked inch by inch into Ingrid's mouth, until her lips were wrapped around the very base of his manhood, and his bulbous head stretched her throat. “Ahhh... fuck! Oh, ahh, I'm going to cum,” he rasped, staring down into her face as it nuzzled to his crotch. Sean pulled on the leash, pulling it tighter around Ingrid's throat. “Mmmnnn... don't swallow until I tell you to, my harlot. Mmmnnn... ggghhhoddd...”<br><br>Throwing his head back, the man uttered a lusty gasp, sweat trickling down the angles of his throat and leanly muscled shoulder. His palm splayed across the back of her skull, fingers lacing through her hair. Roughly, Sean's fucking built to a crescendo, using Ingrid's mouth hard and fast, with deep, jaw-stretching thrusts that filled her taste buds with the heat and hardness of him. She felt his throbbing build faster and faster, in time with his heartbeat, and after one last throat-thrust he lunged back, so that just the helmet of his cock spread her lips. “Ohhhhuuuhhhnnnhhh!” he moaned savagely, a hot shudder running through his body and focusing on his manhood. Jets of creamy cum erupted violently into Ingrid's mouth, hot and salty waves of her husband's love and pleasure. His body strained back, then forward, leaning away and then curling over her in the paroxysm of his orgasm... all while applying pressure on the leash, reminding her not to swallow his seed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Holy Matrimony</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 18:59:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				By the time her husband reached orgasm, Ingrid herself wasn't far behind him. Gripping his thigh with one hand, she sucked on him and fingered herself hard. The feeling of him shooting into her mouth was just something she couldn't last through, and she came immediately after him, his cum in her mouth as she squirted around her fingers, coating her hand in her own fluids. 
			</dd>
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