Eva continued to sit, slowly rationalizing her most recent infidelity. Mose had attacked and seduced her. It wasn't her fault. Actually, it was really quite harmless. She hadn't instigated it, and it didn't hurt John; she wasn't a virgin, anyway. Maybe she couldn't have enjoyed it so much, but hell, fucking was fun.
Besides, the harm was already done, if there was any harm, and she certainly wasn't going to make a practice of it. It was a one-time accident, just one of those innocent things that seem to happen. She wasn't loose. Not really, and she was determined to be a good wife. Wasn't she?
She got to her feet then, feeling better, but her legs felt wobbly and she almost fell. She leaned against the wall and let her wedding gown fall back in place. The slimy cum of Mosely Price III slowly leaked from her cunt, wetting the insides of her thighs. She knew she should wash, but decided not to; she liked the wet feel between her legs with the hair all curly and moist.
She stripped the gown from her body and left it in a heap beside the bed. Luckily, the clothes for her wedding trip had been laid out across the foot of the bed and were not mussed up from her recent fucking. She pulled on the brief panties and let the waist band snap against her flat belly. The crotch soaked up immediately. What a marvelous feeling, she thought.
She was sitting at the mirror brushing her hair when Nina came into the room. Nina's eyes opened wide. Eva was still wearing only her panties.
Nina was once again dressed in her fantastically chic maternity suit and walked over to Eva as if nothing had happened. "My, you have a marvelous figure, Eva," she said, her eyes slits of jealousy, or perhaps of lust.
Eva looked up at her new sister-in-law and wondered if she knew, wondered if she and her gigolo had stood and watched like she and Mose had done. She felt very nervous and started to blush.
"Here, let me do that." Nina said, taking the brush from Eva's hand. "You'd better hurry. John will be wondering where you are."
Eva decided that she liked her new sister-in-law after all.
When she was ready and found her husband, he was chattering with a group of older men. He noticed her after she had been standing at his side for several minutes. "You ready already, dear? Looks like I married myself a fast little gal," he said.
Nina, who was standing beside Eva, covered a gagging sound with a cough.
"We'll have a toast to the newlyweds before you go," old man Richardson said, summoning a servant to bring the champagne.
The toast turned into two and three and then four. Eva felt the drink revitalizing her urges. She snuggled up to her husband and pulled his head down to her lips. "I'm getting drunk, John, and I feel passionate. Take me to bed," she whispered.
"We'd better wait until we get to the hotel," he said with a laugh. He turned to the men standing with champagne glasses in their hands. "And now, gentlemen, we must go," he said.
He took his bride by the arm and ushered her from the room. He was feeling his urges, too.
CHAPTER FIVE
The newlyweds got into their car, which had been carefully hidden, and roared from the garage, making a clean getaway. Eva watched him gear the powerful machine down to drive carefully through the heavy city traffic, but once on the freeway he mashed his foot to the floor. The sleek automobile went quickly to ninety.
They were to spend their honeymoon at a posh, very selective resort hotel in the mountains a hundred or so miles from the city, and John was in a hurry. He had bottled his urges long enough, and now that she was his, the bed that awaited them seemed much too far away.
The low slung sports car was made for speed, and at a hundred and ten, the outside world was nothing more than a blur. John seemed like a different man behind the wheel, no longer the conservative, intense young lawyer.
The combination of too much champagne and too much speed excited Eva terribly and she felt isolated belted to her bucket seat by herself.
"If that damn console wasn't in the way, I'd be all over you, John Richardson," she cried, reaching out to grip his thigh.
"If I had known that, I'd have ripped it out before we left," he said. He noticed the flushed look on her face and knew the speed was exciting her; it had always worked on other girls, why not Eva? He took his foot from the accelerator. "I'll stop and take the top off. It's more exciting that way."
John steered onto the soft shoulder and slammed on the brakes, the car fishtailing and chewing dirt for fifty feet. Eva's heart pounded; she had never ridden in a car so fast or stopped so recklessly.
"Unbuckle and stretch your legs, honey. This will take a few minutes," he said.
John was not quite the prim, mousy creature that he had led Eva to believe. He had used his money and manners and good looks to lay quite a few chicks along the way, usually when he was out of town. But none of them had affected him like Eva. She seemed so pure and sweet, so damn untouchable. It had only been in the past few days that he had begun to suspect any differently. Things he had heard – which he refused to listen to – and then little mannerisms and things she said herself. Perhaps she wasn't quite the pure little cherry that he had been holding up there on that pedestal. So what? He still loved her and could forgive and forget any foolish transgressions she had committed before they met. After all, he hadn't been perfect himself.
He finished with the top and got in his seat. Eva crawled into her seat on her knees and, leaning across the inhibiting console, put her arms around his neck and started kissing the side of his face. The gear shift pressed into her just below her belly button and felt like a hard cock with a massive head. The knob ground into her belly, making her hotter. She let one hand slide down his chest and over his stomach to his crotch. "I want you, mister," she said.
"I want you, too, but we're less than an hour from the hotel. We can wait until then." John said.
They kissed passionately, and somehow the knob on the gear shift got under Eva's dress between her thighs. She pressed herself against the hard intruder, moaning into her husband's mouth. The knob spread her cuntlips and pushed the thin panties deep into her slit.
"Oh, darling, I'm so hot. I want you so much," she hissed.
John was hot too, his hard-on pressing against her hand. He wanted her so bad he was beginning to hurt, yet he held back, afraid to discover too soon that she wasn't the virgin he had once thought. And if she knew how to get into a position to take his cock in a car this small, well… she knew too damn much, and he didn't want to know.
"Sit back down and buckle up," he snapped.
She gulped and pulled away, letting the gear shift knob slide through her wet slit. Breathing hard and within inches of an orgasm, she settled into her seat and hooked the buckle on her safety belt. Damn him, she thought, if he doesn't want it, he could have at least let me finish myself off on his car.
The dirt and gravel flew for a hundred yards as the machine ripped back onto the I pavement. It snapped Eva's head back like a solid punch on the jaw. When they entered the foothills that would soon turn to ragged mountains they were going over a hundred miles an hour. Eva sobbed with excitement as the powerful racer cornered the ever increasing curves.
John looked at his bride and grinned knowingly. He was beginning to like the idea that maybe she wasn't the prudish little cherry that he had thought. "If you want a real kick, open the little vent there in front of you and then slide down a little and pull your pants off. At this speed, it really feels good," he shouted above the howling wind.