1. The Devil's Pact Side-Story: Rachel's Honeymoon Part 1-Friday Night


    Date: 8/20/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Cum Swallowing, Lesbian, Group Sex, Straight Sex, Mind Control, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Wife / MILF, Author: mypenname3000, Source: sexstories.com

    The Devil's Pact by mypenname3000 edited by Master Ken Copyright 2013 The Devil's Pact Side Story: Rachel's Honeymoon Part 1-Friday Night Note: This takes place in Chapter 27 while Mark and Mary are in New York City. Mrs. Jacob Goldstein-Blum. I am Mrs. Jacob Goldstein-Blum, now. That happy thought filled my mind as Jacob pulled our Chevy Volt into the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel's driveway. The hotel was a huge, white building in that classic art deco style that is just absolutely gorgeous. I was so excited to spend my honeymoon with Jacob here at this beautiful hotel. We just got married a few hours ago and, after a lovely reception, we hopped into our car and drove to New York City, only a half-hour drive from Butler, Pennsylvania this late at night. I yawned. It was nearly eleven and today had been a long, but happy, day. “Hope you're not too tired, Rachel,” my husband said with a suggestive grin. I smiled. My husband. I liked the sound of that. “Not that tired, Jacob,” I said archly. He leaned over and kissed me as the uniformed valet walked up to the car and opened our doors for us. His lips were firm and I loved the feel of his five o'clock shadow rubbing on my mouth. I've never been a fan of facial hair on a man, but I love the way his stubble feels as I ran my fingers across his cheek. Such a manly feel. Jacob broke the kiss and I was a little breathless. Excitement bubbled in my heart as we got out of the car. Jacob slipped the valet a few bills, probably ones. He could ...
    be a little cheap at times, so I slipped a ten to the valet when Jacob's back was turned. Our luggage was loaded on one of the golden hotel carts and I adjusted my veil and we walked in. We were not wearing our wedding clothes. My dress was far too lovely to be crammed in our little car for too long. I wore a loose, green dress, instead, that I could easily slip on. Or off, I thought with a naughty smile. Underneath, I was still wearing my lacy, white bridal lingerie. A beautiful demi-bra that cradled my breasts in lacy decadence, the silk panties, trimmed in lace, that molded to the curves of my shaved pussy. I shaved it just for the honeymoon, a surprise for Jacob. And a white garter belt that held up my thigh-high, white stockings. Jacob loved me in stockings, and he was just going shoot off in his pants when he saw me. My husband wrapped his arm about my waist and I leaned my head against his shoulder as we walked into the Waldorf-Astoria. I was giddy with excitement as we walked up and the concierge asked us our names. “Mr. and Mrs. Jacob Goldstein,” I told him with bubbly excitement. The concierge typed in the computer. “Oh, congratulations,” he told us. “I see you have booked the honeymoon suite. We will send up a complimentary bottle of champagne.” “Thanks,” my husband said with a grin. He loved getting free stuff. “What a lovely veil,” a woman voice purred from behind me. I turned to see the most stunningly beautiful woman I had ever seen. A flush burned in my cheeks. ...
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