“I don't tell her and she doesn't ask. She trusts me. I have been honest with her about the boys I slept with."

I popped my eyebrows.

“Have you told her about what we've been doing?"

Now Sam's eyes sizzled.

“What happens in the BTC stays in the BTC." sem

Sam's parents had driven separately from us as they'd met up with other business partners before the wedding. Immediately after the cake cutting ceremony towards the end of the reception dinner, Sam asked for and received permission to leave early. She'd put in her required appearance and was allowed to get away from the “wombats" as she put it.

"Don't take me home yet. Let's go to your house," she said in a husky voice, one hand on my leg in the minivan as I started the ignition.

“Mum and Dad will be at the reception for another two hours at Least."

I arched an eyebrow, both questioning what she intended to do at my house and excited by the possibilities. Both Wednesday and Thursday nights had been FUN. And then I put the van into gear.

I drove aggressively but not recklessly. Sam was a bit of a distraction since she kept reaching over to rub the bulge in my pants, but at least she didn't unzip me or anything. We made it home safely and hurried inside. But once we got through the garage door, Sam grabbed my hand, spun me around, and clamped both hands behind my ears as she pulled me into a fierce kiss. She hit me with enough force that I staggered until my back hit the wall, Sam crooning into my mouth while pressing her entire torso against mine.

“I wanna suck your dick," Sam hummed in a low voice, her right hand dropping over my bulge to fondle it. She then dropped her left hand so they could work together undoing my belt, unbuttoning my suit pants, and unzipping the zipper. Then with one last fierce kiss, she squatted straight down, dragging my pants and boxer shorts with her, and fed on my cock.

“Gawd you're so sexy," I groaned at the sight of the busty blonde before me. She was still fully dressed, fancy skyscraper heels and all, as she gripped my buttcheeks in her hands and bobbed her head back and forth along my Length.

Two and then three times, she tried to deep-throat me, choking a little with each attempt. I could feel the tension in her hands as she held my ass, attempting to impale her face on my protruding prick. I wanted to tell her it was alright if she couldn't do it, but Sam seemed on a mission tonight and I didn't have the heart to tell her to stop.

Well that, and it both looked and felt fucking amazing to watch her try.

Tears started running down her cheeks, causing her mascara (or eyeliner?) to run and give her watery raccoon-eyes. But despite the apparent discomfort, she continued to ram my dick into her throat, and although she got within an inch of my thick base, she never quite pulled it off.

“Fuck! How the fuck did Mari do it?!?" she swore after pulling away, retching just a little, and fighting to catch her breath.

I chuckled and reached down to take hold of her hands and pull her back up to a standing position. "Hey, hey, relax. It's not a big deal."

"It's a big deal to me!"

I hugged her tightly and stroked her spine.

“Seriously, Sam. I promise

I won't love you any less just because you have a functional gag reflex. I've got a big dick, I know it."

Sam blinked and stared at me, her irises somehow glowing amber amidst the heavy darkness of the surrounding eyeliner.

“You love me?"

I winced.

“I love all the BTC girls."