Life Buoy for an Amputee or an Amputee Who Is a Life Buoy? - Sex Stories

Life Buoy for an Amputee or an Amputee Who Is a Life Buoy?

... with me for a short while in one of the rooms. To my ultimate surprise, there, kneeling down on the floor in her wedding dress and in only a couple of minutes, she gave me quite an unexpected blow job! When she was done, she wiped my sperm on her face and spread it all over her cheeks and neck. She hugged everybody with this makeup during the wedding and the reception. I thought this was a little weird, I admit, but I was so happy to find a woman nine years younger than me, that I was blind as a bat. We danced a lot that evening and left for our honeymoon in Cancun the next day. In Cancun we did what newlyweds usually do, so mostly we were in bed together. Despite Nancy’s appetite, which I later diagnosed as incurably libertine regarding choice of partners, I am entirely sure that she did not cheat on me during our honeymoon, because we were together all day long, except for bathroom time. We got back a week later and began work again. One day, just a week later, I had to run back home in the afternoon for some important documents I carelessly left on my desk that morning. On turning into our drive, I found two unknown cars parked next to my wife’s. At first I didn't think anything wrong, yet by instinct I entered the house as quietly as possible. From the hall, alas, I could hear the sounds of sex coming from our bedroom. I went blind with rage and dashed for my trusty bat. No one saw or heard me coming. One of the men was between my wife’s legs, while the other, his eyes ...

... squeezed shut, was getting a blow job from her. My wife’s eyes, compressed by lust, were two pencil-thin lines too. Bat in hand, furious, I went at them without warning. No sounds, no hesitation, no wasted motion. With two massive blows I broke both lover boys’ legs. I saw their bodies jerk but left them no time to scream as my bat went whack-whack again and broke an arm on each guy. Then I stopped. Now, as I watched them wail and yell in pain, in true agony, I could feel my anger dissipate and I silently left. But my (again!) soon-to-be-ex-wife ran after me, shouting, "You brutal animal! You’ll go to prison for this!" "Maybe, but at least I won’t be living with a fuck machine," I retorted. "You’re a violent beast! I'll divorce you!" Her tone was contemptuous, her posture domineering. "Go on. It’s good news. Very kind of you," I replied sarcastically, somewhat amazed by the audacity and arrogance of a woman who had been married to me for only two weeks. My cheating bitch went back to her damaged toys, who were still whimpering and rolling about on the bed, clutching their limbs. By this time, fully in control of my emotions, I decided to move to my parents. While packing my suitcases I was aware of Nancy calling 911. I left my two week old marriage without any goodbyes and slammed the door. I heard the ambulance sirens as I put my bags in my car I went back to work and gave Carl the documents I fetched from home and then told him about this most recent incident of catching my ...