Message-ID: <26123asstr$967641004@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: Fremensmok@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: <3c.5247ea.26de220f@aol.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="UTF-8" Content-Language: en Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-MIME-Autoconverted: from quoted-printable to 8bit by sara.asstr-mirror.org id EAA24261 Subject: {ASSM} HONEYMOON HICCUP (part two) by Largo Scuro Date: Wed, 30 Aug 2000 09:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/26123> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: IceAltar, RuiJorge 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. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+