Sherry's Story

The Party: Part One

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Almost every day I expected to hear something from Richard but I didn’t. He never came over and he never called. I don’t know if I was disappointed or relieved in not hearing from him. Like everyone else who knew about my marriage, I guess he thought Ben and I had been away on our honeymoon.

Because he was so large and naturally intimidating, Ben didn’t have to do much except stand at the Don’s side and look menacing. In his pressed and tailored suit and dark glasses, no sane person would want to get on his bad side. To add to his fearsome appearance, Ben started cracking his knuckles and growling. As a result, the Don found that as a direct result of hiring Ben, more people were willing to pay their debts on time and not quibble about paying the triple digit interest rates he charged. However, there were still a few who needed to be persuaded and Ben had been forced to use his fists and brawn to get his point across. Many times, I had had to wash his white shirts repeatedly just to get the bloodstains out. Ben was never injured and I thought it best if I didn’t know whose blood it was. My stomach churned on laundry day when I went through the pockets of his suit and found a pair of bloodied brass knuckles.

Still, when he came home at night, I could tell that Ben preferred his old job with Roarke.

“I never had to do half the stuff for the Senator that I gotta do for the Don,” Ben would grumble. “I just thought I’d have to guard the guy, ya know, I never thought I’d have to beat up people.”

However unpleasant working for the Mob was, the money was certainly better. Don Battaglio was very generous with his employees who served him well. Sometimes Ben would come home with an expensive gold necklace or bracelet for me and once he had come home with a luscious fur coat. I accepted the gifts even though Ben and I both knew that they were stolen. But the money was so good, we figured that in just a couple of months, we’d be able to put a good down payment on our first house.

The one thing I did not like about Ben’s new employment was that there usually was an all-night poker game one or two nights a week. He’d come home at dawn, reeking from the smell of cigars and brandy.

Of course, Ben saw Richard almost on a daily basis and I was always afraid of the repercussions, but every time I asked Ben about it, he’d say that the urge to put his hands from going around Richard’s neck was lessening. I wasn’t sure if he was joking or not but I decided to stop asking.

As for me, the time came when I was fully healed and had no excuse to stay inside any longer. As luck would have it, when I finally was able to go out again, Richard was the first person I ran into. I was tempted to duck into a nearby store but he saw me.

“May I kiss the bride?” Richard asked, a broad smile on his face. Before I could stop him, he leaned down and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Chaste though it may seem to anyone who was watching, it was far from that. His lips lingered on my skin, his hot mouth against my ear. He groaned and I heard his breath hitch in his throat. He put his hands on my shoulders and looked me up and down. “Hmm,” he said with a frown, “You look very pale. What’s wrong?”

“I’m fine,” I said stiffly. A smart man like Richard would be able to see through my answer in a second. And judging from the skeptical look I saw on his face, that was exactly the case.

“Fine? I don’t think so. You’ve got dark circles under your eyes and you look like hell. Does that Neanderthal you married let you sleep at all? Or does he keep you up at all hours?” Richard winked at me.

Anger surged through me and I yanked myself out of Richard’s hands. “Ben is not a Neanderthal! How dare you say that?”

“Ben is a possessive man. Now that you are his wife, I thought that he wouldn’t let you out of his sight. I haven’t seen you out and about for almost a month now. I was beginning to think that something had happened to you.” His eyes became cold and flinty. “I even considered checking the hospitals…”

My mouth was so dry, I couldn’t even swallow. Richard was such a good interrogator, I knew that if he put his mind to it, he could weasel the whole truth out of me without any effort. He was closer to the truth than he knew. The only thing I could do at this point was change the subject. “You’ve seen Ben. I know you play poker together.”

“He looks at me as if he’d like to tear my head off. However, since he’s been losing quite a lot of money, I guessed that that was the reason he’s so angry.”

I was tempted to tell Richard that Ben had seen pictures of Richard with his head between my legs but decided not to. It was our business, not his.

“For a man to lose as often as he has, it’s almost as if he has something on his mind. Something big. What aren’t you telling me, Sherry?”

“N--nothing. It’s nothing.”

“Bullshit. The two of you aren’t acting like honeymooners at all.”

“What are you talking about?”

Richard smiled and I felt a shudder go through me. Looking at him was like looking at a shark that was about to take a bite out of a tasty meal but didn’t know where to start feasting. “If you were, you wouldn’t let him go to our poker games, that’s why. He has stayed out all night several times now. Normal newlyweds do not leave each other’s side for a moment for the first couple of months or so. What’s he done to you?”

I was so flustered at this point, I didn’t know what to say. Or what not to say. “He is a good man…he didn’t mean to…” I forced myself to shut my mouth before I said anything incriminating. I felt tears start to brim in my eyes. I had seen the worst side of the man who was my husband but in order to keep him safe from retribution for his own actions, I had to think of something. Fast.

I angrily wiped the tears from my eyes. “With Ben’s new job and me catching up with my schoolwork and the wedding, it’s just been a hectic time for me recently and I got overwhelmed.”

Without a word, Richard took me in his arms and held me so close that my breasts were crushed against his chest. His hand was gently stroking my back. His voice was low and hoarse as he comforted me. “That’s all right, Sherry. You can relax now. I’ll always take care of you.”

I remembered the words he spoke to me that night when he said that I shouldn’t marry Ben but him instead. Gert had said that Richard loved me. However, I could never return that love. I was a married woman now. I paid a painful price for succumbing to my baser urges. I would not do that again. I braced my hands against his chest and pushed him away. It would be very unwise if I made this powerful man my enemy and I knew had to diffuse the situation. “I’m a married woman now, Richard,” I said in as teasing a tone as I could manage. “I belong to Ben.” I waved my wedding ring under his nose. “See?”

Richard scoffed. “I could have bought you a diamond as big as your thumbnail and not thought twice.”

My spine stiffened at the slur he cast upon Ben’s state of finances. “There’s nothing wrong with the ring I have.”

Richard shrugged, his eyes narrowing in displeasure at my rebuff. “If you say so. However, I have to tell you that you belong to no one. You are your own woman, a person with rights.”

“And copping a feel is Ben’s right, not yours.” I shook my finger at Richard playfully and was about to say something flippant but after the seeing the angry scowl that twisted Richard’s handsome face, I decided it would be better if I kept my mouth shut. To say he was pissed off was putting it mildly.

“I had to admit I was surprised when I heard you got married in a JOP’s office. No church wedding, no invitation. I was hurt that you didn’t ask me to give you away…but what’s done is done. By the way, I know you didn’t have a reception or anything to celebrate your marriage. How about I throw you a nice big party?”

“Sure,” I said, giving my best effort to smile. “We’d like that. Where and when?”

“My house on Saturday night. It’ll be formal attire. I’ll have my driver pick you up around eight. I know a couple of fellows who can provide some music for dancing. But I claim the right to dance with you, all right?”

“Okay. We’ll be there. Richard? Can I ask you a teensy favour?”

Richard turned around and he was all smiles again. “For you, Sherry, I’ll do anything.”

“About the guest list…”

“Yes?”

“Would it be all right if I ask you if Gertrude Williams can come? And John Hardigan?”

Richard’s face dropped. “Why?”

I shrugged. “I’d just like to know someone there, that’s all. If it’s too much to ask…”

“No, it’s no problem. I’ll find out her address. And I’ll ask that cop to come as well.”

As he turned and walked away, I knew that he hadn’t bought the flimsy excuse I gave for my tears and run-down appearance. Not for a minute. He was the best lawyer in Sin City; he could tell when someone was not telling him everything.

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Ben slammed the phone down. “Goddamn it!”

“What’s wrong?”

“The Don needs me to work tonight, can you fucking believe it? He knows damn well that we were supposed to go to that shindig at Rich’s place and what does the bastard do? There’s a guy who won’t pay up. So the Don wants me to work him over. Shit!”

I put my hand on Ben’s. “It’ll be all right. I can stay home until you’re done and we can go to the party together.”

Ben shook his head. “No, we can’t do that. The party is in our honour; one of us has to be there. Sorry to have to do this to you, kid, but you have to go. I’ll go to the party as soon as I’m done.”

I bit my lip and stared at my hands that were in my lap. The last thing I wanted to do was go by myself. I cheered up a little when Ben kissed me. His mouth sought mine and I kissed him ravenously. It seemed like it had been forever since we’d made love. On the day that I met Richard, I tried to tempt Ben but he held me off, saying that for my safety, it would be best if we waited a few extra days just to be sure.

Ben pulled me into his lap, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to the bedroom. He placed me on the bed and leaned over me but made no move to remove either his clothes or mine. He cupped my face in his hand and I felt him trembling as I drew him into my arms.

“What’s wrong?” I whispered.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” Ben replied.

“Why not?”

“I don’t want to hurt you; God knows, I’ve done too much of that.”

“If you go slowly, I’ll be fine. I want you, Ben. I need to be loved by my husband.”

“I do love you, Sherry. I want you to know how sorry I am. For hurting you and making you lose…Aw, jeez.” With the palm of his hand, Ben clumsily wiped away the tears that had slid from his pale blue eyes.

I took his hand away and brought my lips to his glistening cheek, tasting his grief. “Make love to me, Ben. Please?” I could have tricked him into submission to my demand by putting my hand inside his shorts, caressing his dick until he was hard. But I vowed that I wasn’t going to use Ben’s own body against him. That was precisely what Richard had done to me. As much as I wanted Ben to fuck me, I wasn’t going to stoop to Richard’s level and use dirty tricks to get what I wanted. I was going to play fair. If it turned out that Ben didn’t want me, I would accept it.

I waited on tenterhooks while he considered it. I whimpered when Ben drew me into his arms. My arms went around his powerful shoulders and we held each other close. I felt myself coming back to life when Ben kissed me. When he bit down on the sensitive part between my neck and shoulders, I moaned in pleasure.

Ben withdrew and looked me in the eyes. “I missed hearing that sound,” he said. “Hell, I just plain missed you, Sherry.”

“I missed being with you too,” I said. “The bed has been so empty without you.”

Ben got to his feet and began removing his clothes. When he was naked as I was, he turned around and as I stared at his erection, I felt myself tremble in fear. The last time we were intimate, he had violated me in every fuckable hole that I possessed. My mouth went dry. What if he tore open my stitches? What if he hurt me again? What if—

Ben saw the look on my face. “I won’t hurt you, Sherry. The second you tell me I am, I’ll stop. I promise.”

I wasn’t so sure. Too many times, I’d had men tell me something similar—that if they were hurting me, they would stop. However, when they came, all they did was clutch me closer and thrust inside of me faster and harder.

But Ben was my husband, not a john, and I trusted him.

Ben lay beside me on the bed. Starting at my shoulders, he gave me a massage. His gnarled hands were firm yet gentle and I found that I liked what he was doing. Gradually my fears eased and I became relaxed. I also found it erotic and when he was done, I reached down and felt between my legs. I was surprised at the amount of wetness I found there. I brought my fingers up and saw how they glistened in the light.

I looked up and saw that Ben’s eyes were half-closed with desire as he watched me play with myself. I started to wipe my fingers on the sheet when Ben spoke.

“Let me do that.”

He took one finger in his mouth and licked it clean, his hot tongue swirling around my fingers, until my juices were gone. He repeated the process on my middle finger. I had no idea licking fingers could be so erotic! “There’s a lot more where that came from,” I said.

“Mmm…play with yourself for me, Sherry. I want to watch you give yourself pleasure.”

I didn’t have any objection. I realized it was probably a good idea if I masturbated before he fucked me, my pussy would be wet and open for him. It had been a long time since I played with myself but I hadn’t forgotten how. In fact, I found that I liked it even more with someone watching.

With my index and middle finger of my left hand, I reached down found my clit. I moved my fingers into position and almost immediately, my clit was swollen. I moved my right hand up to my breast, teasing my nipple with my fingernails until it was hard. I stifled a moan by biting my lip.

“Don’t hold yourself back. I want to hear the noises you make.”

I don’t know what came over me but I reached down, took a broad swipe of my wetness, and smeared it generously over both nipples.

Ben moved up until he was beside me. He took a nipple into his mouth and licked it clean. An electric jolt of pure lust went straight to my clit. He teased my breast and nipple with his tongue and teeth; suckling me as if he was gathering sustenance.

I did not stifle the groan of pleasure that I was getting from his mouth and my hand. I opened my eyes to find Ben’s blue eyes riveted on mine.

“I liked hearing that. Now I want to watch your face when you come,” he said.

I was so horny at this point that I hardly heard his words but I nodded anyway. My breath was coming in small gasps. My climax was approaching fast and I could feel my toes curl in anticipation. Goosebumps from performing this very personal act in front of my husband made me shiver. My orgasm was almost upon me now and I could feel my breath hitch in my throat.

“My beautiful bride,” Ben crooned in my ear as he held me. “I love you so much.” He put his hand over my womb and pushed down hard with his fingers. I didn’t find it painful or uncomfortable but before I could ask what he was doing, he explained, “I want to feel the muscles in your cunt move when you come. Come for me, Sherry! Come now!

I arched my back and cried out, my body tightening as waves of pleasure swept over me. I came back to earth to find Ben smiling down at me. His hand brushed over my pussy and tested the wetness. “Now you’re ready.”

When Ben prepared to enter me, I lay on the bed; all my muscles were so tensed and taut that it was almost painful. I clutched the bedspread in preparation for the pain.

“Easy, Sherry. I’m not gonna hurt you. Relax your body for me. That’s better. Now open for me. A bit wider…”

I followed Ben’s instructions and tried to relax. I whimpered when I felt his rock-hard cock edge its way between pussy lips. This wasn’t going to work, I thought to myself frantically. He’s going to rip—

Any other thought I had in my head was gone when I felt Ben bury himself to the hilt inside of me. I gasped from the sensations—it wasn’t painful at all, instead it was…nice. For the first time in ages, I was complete again.

Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around Ben’s waist. He stayed still inside of me. “Does it hurt?” He asked. Full-blown desire coarsened his voice, making it gravelly and deeper than usual. It was a sound that I missed.

“No. It—it doesn’t hurt,” I whispered, enthralled.

“Do you want me to pull out?” he asked.

“NO! Stay where you are!” I shrieked. I shifted my hips as best I could under his weight. “I want you, Ben.”

Ben did not answer. With a feral growl, he thrust inside of me.

My whimpers now were not full of pain; they were full of desire. Ben moved slowly inside of me. I wanted him to go faster—already I could feel an orgasm starting to build. He drove me insane with his slow, methodical thrusts. My pussy expanded and contracted every tiny, teasing thrust.

“I can you move around me,” Ben groaned. “Every movement…God!”

“Please…” I begged. “I’m going to come!”

In that moment, Ben pushed himself faster and deeper. This was exactly what I wanted! I moved my hips against his, counter-thrusting as hard as I could. Ben grunted and groaned with each stroke and I could tell that he was going to come soon too.

I raked my nails down his back and cried out, my orgasm flooding over me, turning me into a shrieking banshee. Ben pumped his huge cock inside of me and with an animalistic roar I had never heard from him before, he shuddered and I could feel his white-hot come filling me to the brim.

We lay together, both panting heavily until the sweat from our bodies began to cool. Both of us were completely drained; neither of us had the strength or inclination to move.

The perfect moment was spoiled less than a minute later when Ben looked at the clock.

“You gotta get ready for the party.”

I didn’t want to go but I had no choice. Richard had told me it was going to be formal eveningwear. That meant he’d probably pulled out all the stops. I couldn’t disappoint him. I tried to cheer myself up when I remembered that Ben said he’d come as soon as he could. I got out of bed and padded to the bathroom. I looked over my shoulder at Ben. “I’m going to take a shower. Why don’t you come too? We’ll save water.”

Ben grinned wolfishly and eagerly bounded to his feet. “Damn straight I’ll come.” He went in first and fiddled with the taps until the water was just the right temperature. “After you, madam,” he said with a flourish, holding open the shower curtain. It was a tight squeeze but we both managed to fit inside. That didn’t matter to me as I figured we wouldn’t be in there long anyway.

I giggled when Ben grabbed the wrong bar of soap. It was one of mine, and the smell of lilacs soon filled the shower.

“Now I’m gonna smell like a goddamn flower garden,” Ben grumbled.

“I think your masculinity can take it,” I joked.

“I dunno. If any of the guys find out about this, I’m never gonna live it down.”

“If they give you a hard time, just growl at them. That’ll scare them from saying anything.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” Ben said, as he held up a soap-laden washcloth. “Now, which part of your body needs washing the most?”

I spread my legs. “I think you can figure that one out. If you need a hint, it’s the part of me that’s been the most busy tonight.”

Ben smirked. “I didn’t hear no complaints.” Because he was so tall, he knelt down in front of me. “Someone’s getting wet,” he commented, reaching out and touching my dripping pussy. “And not because of the water, either. Now what should I do about that, huh? I’ve got an idea.”

Without any effort, Ben hoisted me up until my legs were around his neck and my back was against the cool ceramic tile.

“Now you’re just the right height for what I wanna do to you,” he said smugly. “I’ve only had a small taste of pussy juices today and I’ve developed a hell of a craving.”

I draped my legs over his broad shoulders and gasped when he inched me closer to his mouth. Because I had had two mind-blowing orgasms that day, I didn’t think I would be able to have a third. But my body had other ideas.

His mouth left a scorching trail from the top of my slit to the bottom. Because Ben had shaved my pussy and I was now as bare as an eleven-year-old girl, the slight stubble of his face rasped against the delicate skin of my inner thighs and pussy lips. But I never wanted him to stop. All four walls of the bathroom were filled with the sounds of my rising bliss as Ben teased and tormented me to near madness. It was all I could do to stay where I was; because Ben had a brush cut, I was forced to grab his ears and hang on for dear life. His face was buried so far into my cunt, he was breathing through it.

“OH GOD!” I writhed and my entire body shuddered as I came in Ben’s mouth. My heels drummed into Ben’s back. I barely heard him groan in appreciation as he happily lapped up my sweet juices.

It was a minute or so before I was able to stand upright again without my knees giving out.

“Now that you’re done, I’ll need to be washed off too,” Ben said.

“Before I wash it, I have to get it wet first,” I said, going to my knees. Ben’s cock was already hard and I couldn’t resist teasing him.

“How did this happen? I haven’t touched you yet.”

“Watching and hearing you come always makes me hard,” he answered. He dug a finger into his ear. “And deaf for a couple of minutes afterward.”

“Smart ass,” I said, giving his tight ass a good hard slap. I took Ben’s erect cock in my mouth. He groaned and ran his hand through my hair. I took his balls in my hands and stroked them, just the way he liked. Ben groaned deeper and if my mouth hadn’t been pleasurably occupied at the time, I would have smirked at his reaction.

“Damn it, kiddo, you are so fucking good at this,” Ben said throatily.

I could feel Ben’s knees start to shake and I put on hand on each knee and pushed to steady him so he wouldn’t topple over. Like I had done with him, he grabbed my ears and held on for the ride. I relaxed my throat muscles so I wouldn’t gag on his massive length. His balls tightened and I knew he was reaching his climax. With a groan and a shout, he came and I eagerly swallowed every drop of come he had to give.

I knew that as much as I wanted to, I couldn’t linger in shower with Ben. We both had to get ready. I took his hand and pulled him out of our snug, warm cocoon where we shared our love for a time.

I turned away when I saw Ben put his brass knuckles into his jacket pocket. “I hope you don’t have to use those,” I said.

Ben sighed. “Trust me, kiddo, I don’t use ‘em unless I absolutely gotta. I’m only bringing them because the Don said that the guy I’m meetin’ tonight might be a tough one. Just in case, though, I’m bringing Matilda.”

“You’re not going to kill him, are you?”

“Please don’t look at me like that, Sherry.” Ben came over and held me. “I hate what I hafta do for a livin’. And I wish I’d never left Roarke. As hard as workin’ for Roarke was, it wasn’t nearly so bad as what I’m doin’ now.”

I could tell Ben was getting upset—when he got upset, he tended to drop his g’s, and his grammar went back to a Grade 4 level.

“Just hurry, OK? I don’t like the idea of going to Richard’s alone.”

“And I don’t like it that I can’t be there with you and keep an eye on him. But I’ll come when I can.”

Ben had just bent his head to kiss me when the doorbell rang. The limousine driver that Richard had sent had arrived. It was time to go. I brightened. With Gert and John there, at least Ben and I would have someone to talk to.

End Part One