my second marriage  

sugarbabyhhh 44F
134 posts
4/22/2006 9:33 am

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7/30/2006 7:33 pm

my second marriage

in my mid twenties i got married for the second time. if you read about my first marriage, you know it failed immediately on account of my not being able to stay faithful. well, i learned my lesson from that.

robert had been coming to the club where i worked for quite some time. he was an older man, but looked to be in good shape and was quite distinguished looking. he was always very nice to me, and tipped really well, so i gave him a lot of little extras, like sitting on his lap when i was taking his order, massaging my breasts right in front of him, and letting him touch them as i was bending over him.

one evening when he was in the manager came up to me and said robert wants to meet you in one of the back rooms. he's one of the new investors in this place, so do whatever he wants. i said sure, and went back to the room he told me.

when i opened the door, robert was sitting on the edge of the bed. we both smiled, and i went over and straddled his lap. i put my hands on his shoulders, and asked honey, what can i do for you? do u want to play we these (i gave them a shake), or how about a nice bj, or did u want to fuck my brains out?

he laughed, and said actually he had a proposition of a different kind for me. he paused, smiled, and said will you marry me? i laughed, but he continued looking steadily at me, and i realized he was serious!

why do u want to marry me, i exclaimed. you hardly know me. i just wait on you a couple of times a week. well, he replied, i think you're smart, u have a great sense of humor, you're very playful, and u have a big heart. i blushed a little. but i'm going to be completely honest, he continued. you have to most beautiful breasts i've ever seen. i want to play with them, i want to fuck them, and i want to fuck you while you're smothering me with them. while i'm doing business during the day, i want to think about them and know they'll be at home waiting for me when i get there. i want to roll over in bed in the middle of the night and see them there. i want to be able to lick, suck, and fuck them anytime i want.

honey, i said, you don't have to marry me to get any of those things. just give me a call!

you're sweet, he said, but you deserve better than that. you're an absolute breast goddess. i think u know i'm pretty well off... i'd like to provide for u for the rest of your life. what do u think? he reached into his pocket and took out a box, and handed it to me. i was shaking a little now as i opened it; inside was the most enormous diamand i had ever seen! wow, i said, you really are serious. then i paused to think.

what's the matter, he asked. well, i was married once before... even though i loved the guy and we had fantastic sex, i couldn't even stay faithful to him until our honeymoon was over. see, i need to have sex 3 or 4 times a day or i start to get crazy. i'm sorry, there's no nice way to ask this, do you think you can keep up with me?

he smiled, and said probably not, but he would try his best. then he added, you know, if you wanted to see other people, men or women, that would be fine with me... as long as it didn't interrupt my love affair with your breasts. be with me when i want to, and the rest of the time is free for you.

well, i didn't think i would ever get a better offer than that! so i looked him straight in the eyes, and said robert, where do i sign???

he laughed, and said great! i was still sitting on his lap, so i leaned forward a little and gave him a soft kiss. it felt really good. i felt really happy! hey, i said, now that we're engaged, should we fuck to celebrate? no, he said, i want to wait until our wedding night. i was surprised, but i went along. he had planned it all out; we went straight to a chapel, where there was a dress fitter and hair and makeup people; in about 2 hours, they got me looking fabulous in a dress that was to die for. robert and i walked down the isle, and tied the knot. even though i barely knew the guy, i was liking everything i saw. he was so sweet... so kind... so thoughtful.

then we went straight to the airport and got on a small chartered jet. i was so impressed! we flew to paris, which was a dream come true for me; when i was a little girl, i had a picture book of paris and always wanted to see it. we arrived in the morning, and went straight to our hotel. by then it had been a long time since i'd had sex, and i was feeling really horny.

we got into it, and it turned out to be much better than i had expected! he worshipped my breasts, and was just in ecstasy. i was loving it too. for an older guy, he seemed to have really good stamina. he had already cum 3 times when i asked him about it in amazement... and he told me he had a little help from his friends! (the little blue ones). i was having such a great time, cumming over and over, and feeling so happy for myself... how lucky could a person be? yesterday i was a topless waitress in a private strip club; today i was in paris, married to rich man who just worshipped me and could still really fuck for an older guy? then it happened.

we were doing it for the fourth time, and he came especially hard. he really drove it home, and i came again because it was so hot. then he just lay still. i thought he was just resting, but after he didn't respond to me for a minute i knew something was wrong. suddenly i noticed he wasn't breathing, and his heart had stopped... omg, he'd had a heart attack or something! he was still on top of me, still inside me... i had to get him out of me and off of me, and i called the front desk of the hotel. it was horrible. when the manager arrived, i barely thought to grab a cover up before i opened the door.

the hotel man said madame, your husband is not well? at the same time his eyes wandered all over me... my breasts were still really full from being aroused, and my nipples were making quite a statement through my cover up. shall i come and see monsier? he asked. I was crying, but waved him in. he strode to the bedside, and felt robert's pulse, and shook his head. Police and doctor are on the way, madame, he said. just then we heard sirens.

when the police and doctors came, it was even more horrible. they all stared at me, especially my breasts. there was a lot of nudging and winking, and i think they were joking about what killed him. it was pretty clear that they had a pretty good idea what it really was (to be continued)

jd29992z 54M
3888 posts
4/22/2006 7:00 pm

My GOD you poor thing that is just crazy. I am waiting in anticipation for part two! You got me hooked to this story. Lol I will be waiting JD

hansum_strangrr 47M
384 posts
4/25/2006 5:48 pm

Waiting for part 2 also. This is a great story and you are a great story teller. I could see someone marrying a bombshell like you even after they just met.

Everybody Dies, Not Everyone Really Lives.

348 posts
5/5/2006 6:15 am

hey, I think you are a story teller! I do not believe this a true tail so there!LOL

sugarbabyhhh 44F

5/5/2006 5:32 pm

unfortunately, hon, it is a true story.

348 posts
5/7/2006 6:14 am

My second marriage was a disaster, we were living together for about a year and were getting along great so I decided to make an honest woman of her, mistake as she became very jealous and one day she was supposed to get me in a new car I put in her name she never showed up so took a Greyhound Bus back to Ft. Lauderdale from WPB and the apartment was cleaned out and the car gone. She moved back to California leaving me with $300.00 phone bill. The car was repossessed.

rm_MustangD6644 52M
1031 posts
7/2/2006 4:31 am

Just when everything was lining up nicely too. But to have that happen on your honeymoon in Paris really is cruel.

Well no doubt about it he died a happy man, but I think he would rather be still alive and still giving it to you sugar.

Seeing a similar event in a film now wont seem as funny anymore.

Sorry you had to experience it Sugar.


cableguy005 47M
4 posts
7/30/2006 1:22 pm

Damn Pf*zer. They should sell a portable defib machine along with those little blue pills...
Sort of brings a new dimension to your lowering your purity score...
You could f..k me to death then zap me back, then kill me again...zap me back..and so least until the batteries die. Imagine the electricity between us.
I have to think you would be exceptionally good at CPR now...
Nice. Great sad

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