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Subject: {ASSM} HONEYMOON HICCUP (part two) by Largo Scuro
Date: Wed, 30 Aug 2000 09:10:04 -0400
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This story features IR sex, cuckoldry, scat, cock worship and slutwifery
"If you insist," Clyde said and walked right into our honeymoon suite like he
owned the place. Sindi watched him walk by, eyes planted in his firm butt.
Clyde whistled loudly. "Nice --"
Keeping her eyes on him Sindi muttered so he couldn't hear, "You can say that
again." She then followed him into the room where he plopped that "nice" ass
down in a seat at the table.
"What can we get for you, Clyde?" Sindi said leaning on the table so her
large breasts were right at Clyde's eye level.
"Mmm," Clyde mused loudly, practically yanking that wedding dress off with
his eyes, "Tanqueray and tonic!" he said, clapping his hands together,
licking his lips.
Sindi smiled at him a second then looked up at me angrily. Hell, I was still
standing at the open door to the hotel room. Tell the truth I felt like
walking right out and going back down to the bar for another drink. Though
I'd have a tough time explaining to all those people who'd just congratulated
us exactly why I returned. Especially after the young black man just left the
bar to return one of the bride's lost trinkets to her.
This is where I noted that had Sindi never gotten the hiccups, we would have
been so deep in the heat of passion Clyde's knock would have gone unanswered.
Tomorrow, on the plane to Hawaii, she would have noticed the ring was gone
and I would have promised to replace. Instead this was happening.
"Wake up, Tom!" Sindi barked, "The man wants a Tanquerey and tonic."
Sindi slid her butt up on the table and crossed her legs. Her foot bounced
impatiently as I shut the door, walked to wetbar and made the slowest
Tanquerey and tonic I could muster. I'm talking one ice cube at a time. But
my passive-aggressive move was not met with the proper response. Instead of
getting more pissed off that the drink wasn't coming fast enough, Sindi
turned to Clyde and the two began to hit it off. By the time I was done
mixing the drink, Sindi'd already told her our whole life story, how we met,
how I proposed to her, the reception. And Clyde in turn had told her about he
had just gotten fired as a wedding limo chauffeur. The reason? "I guess I
dicked one bride too many," he confessed with a rich laugh. Sindi busted into
an embarrassed giggle at what I was to find out was no joke.
I handed Clyde his beverage and sat on the bed across from them. He slumped
in his chair a little and planted his feet apart. He was wearing white pants
and no underwear from what I could gather. And I gathered quite a bit let me
tell you. There was a massive bulge on the left side of his inseam. It was
plain to see his length and thickness. Hell, I could even tell he'd been
circumcised! And the kicker? His penis was still flaccid! This man was
fucking equipped. Panicking, I quickly looked up at Sindi. Her eyes were
deadlocked on that thick piece of black pipe, jaw agape.
Clyde's eyes narrowed at Sindi, "Well, somebody's checking out the
merchandise --" he said in a disgusted tone.
Sindi gasped and immediately looked away, blushing again, getting all
flustered, "Oh, I'm so sorry- I just couldn't help- Please take it as a
compliment!"
Then Clyde turned to me, "I wasn't talking about you."
This prompted Sindi to look up at me in pity. "You have to be kidding me,
Tom."
My face flushed and my mouth went bone dry. Nonetheless I did manage to get
out a good "Wha-wha-wha???"
"You were scoping out Clyde's package?" she sneered.
"Hmmm," Clyde said in a mocking tone winding up for another witticism, "Maybe
Tom's short for Tomasina? He may dress, talk and act like a man but let's
face it, even the butchest of lezzies don't have a big dick. She got to look
out of sheer curiosity."
I was fuming, but what came next hit me between the eyes.
"You're half right, Clyde," Sindi said, snickering.
"About the lesbian part?" Clyde smiled, stirring the drink I had fucking made
for him, wishing now I'd spiked it with arsenic.
"About the not-having-a-big-dick part," Sindi finished.
No, no, no, this couldn't be! How could my wife have told this strange man
something as intimate as that? She was breaking vows left and right here.
"Now wait a minute," I said, trying to sound like Dirty Harry (which prompted
me to wonder if lack of manhood was the reason that he carried that .357
Magnum around). "We haven't even seen Clyde's dick."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Sindi said, looking at me as if I had three
heads.
I puffed myself up and actually said this: "All we're looking at is a bulge
in his pants. I may not have a dick that big, but I sure as hell have bunched
up tube socks that are!"
Tom laughed, feeling no sting at my accusation.
My wife on the other hand looked mortally offended. "Oh!" she bellowed, "You
are totally fucking disrespectful sometimes you know that?" SHE was calling
ME disrespectful?
"Easy, baby," Clyde touched Sindi's shoulder and she relaxed a little, "You
just hurt the man's pride and he's taking it out on the biggest target."
Sindi smirked at the pun as Clyde turned to me. "Tom, my man," he said, in a
friendly tone, leaning forward "I never been married but I know how
judgmental wives can be. My gramps used to say he never knew he was a lousy
lay until he got married. A husband can never perform up to his wife's
standards in or out of the bed. It's a given. Now I'm sure your dick isn't as
small as she says --"
"Show him, dear," Sindi said breaking the mood, "Show him little Tom-Tom."
I pondered if it would be worth going to jail if I killed Sindi for saying
that.
But Clyde was good at mediation. "I'll settle this one in a simple way that
isn't embarrassing for Tom," Clyde said in that understanding tone. He stood
up and walked over to me so that he was between us and his back was to Sindi.
"I'll show you mine. Say yes if you're as big, say no if you're not."
I was a little skeptical at this one but after a moment nodded okay. It
seemed like the most logical thing to do, given that my own wife just told
this guy, who she didn't even know, that I had a little dick.
"OH CAN I SEE IT?!" Sindi shouted, jumping off the table.
Clyde put a hand behind him, stopping her, "This is between men, baby," he
called her baby again, jeez! "I'm not ready to show myself to no strange
woman." He was right about that. And Sindi was getting stranger by the
moment. Disappointed, Sindi went back and sat on the table behind Clyde.
He stepped toward me, crotch at my face level. "Ready, Tom?" he asked gently.
I just looked up at him and gulped. He unzipped his fly, reached in and -- I
watched the part of his prick that had been dangling below his inseam, slide
upward as -- he pulled out the longest thickest organ I had ever seen! He let
it drop between his legs and swing like an enormous black pendulum. It was
disproportionately large, as if I was looking at Clyde's reflection in a
funhouse mirror, one in which his crotch was exaggerated. The smooth round
head was the size of a golf club. And to make matters worse, it was a
visually pleasing cock. I've never desired to look at another man's sex
before but I couldn't help appreciate the beauty of this man's thick, black-
"Well?" Sindi shouted from behind him, "Yes if you're as big, no if you're
not --"
I felt tears welling up in my eyes. This cock made me feel like I had nothing
at all between my legs. Compared to Clyde I really was a woman, "No," I said
finally, voice quivering, "N-n-nowhere near as big as that --" I quickly dried
my eyes and looked away.
Clyde shrugged and stuffed his tremendous manhood back into his pants. He
walked back over to his seat and sat down. I noticed Sindi looking at me, one
eyebrow cocked, like she had something over on me and there was nothing I
could do about it. She looked at Clyde and smiled. He took a sip of his
drink. "Good Tanquerey and tonic, my man." This was the last nice thing Clyde
said to me.
"So when do I get to see it?" Sindi asked.
"Sindi, God!" I said, "Can we just --"
"I don't like showing my beef to some woman I just met but --" he rubbed his
chin and looked at me, Heaven knows why. Then he looked back at Sindi, "I'll
make an exception if you show me something first."
I thought of Popeye. That's all I can stands, I can't stands no more!! I
stood up, "You can't talk to her like that!" I yelled at him, walking up to
his chair. "This is a married woman, I'm her husband and I won't allow it!" I
grabbed Clyde's shoulder. Big mistake.
I barely saw Clyde's fist leave the armrest it flew so fast, slamming into my
stomach like a torpedo. I fell to my knees, the wind knocked out of me. For a
moment I was seeing stars. Then the stars were gone but I was now bathed in
cold sweat. Clyde's sledgehammer fist pounded me again, this time in the
face. I sailed backward, landing on the corner of the bed. A piercing pain
shot through me back as I slumped over. I could feel the side of my face
begin to swell. Blood started drizzling out of my nose and onto my shirt. I
pinched my upper lip and raised my head to halt the flow.
Clyde was now standing above me, "You try any physical intimidation with me
again," Clyde said quietly with a withering look, "I'll throw you out the
mutherfucking window."
I was too scared to do or say anything. Clyde may not have been the tallest
or the widest, but he could sure pack a whollup. Whatever concern Sindi had
for my well being seemed to be overridden by awe at Clyde's brute strength.
"You should listen to him, dear," she said, looking at Clyde. "I think he
means it."
Clyde turned to Sindi and in an apologetic tone said, "Look I think I'm just
gonna go, if that's all right with you. I'm sure it's all right with him."
"No," Sindi ordered to my utter dismay, "You sit right back down in that
chair. You didn't just beat the hell out of my husband for nothing."
"What?" Clyde said, echoing my thoughts.
"I want to show you something," she said, licking her lips.
Clyde gave me an amused look, then sat back down in his chair.
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