The Gunsmith's wife

Another sun soaked morning greeted Lisa as she awoke to the sound of Harry snoring loudly beside her. He was sleeping on his back, pressed up against her as he lay sprawled across the bed so Lisa was careful as she separated herself from him and slowly slipped away. She squinted at the daylight as she quietly fossicked around for her clothes and slowly pieced together the parts of the previous day she could recall. They had fucked again, for sure... a lot, she surmised given the aching pain between her legs. There was that visitor and... fuck! That was that big city guy and the contract and... fuck!!!

She found her longjohns and shirt, the soggy stains further evidence of excessive debauchery, and scooped them up, then stared at Usher as the full ramifications of yesterday's events hit home. He was truly hideous, the loud snorting and snoring eminating from his monsterous form too disgusting to endure. That was her... husband!?

She left for the kitchen in the hope of collecting her thoughts and found herself pleasantly surprised, her efforts had not been in vain. The kitchen resembled something almost civilised, aside from the table, strewn with bottles and spilled booze the room looked almost charming in the morning sunlight that streamed through Usher's curtains, her curtains. They were filthy she realised, and she felt an immediate compulsion to pull them down and give them a good scrub but feared that might wake her husband, so she made a mental note of it as a job for later.

Lisa inspected her clothes, giving the soiled garments a sniff, wrinkling her nose at the powerful stink of sex. She certainly couldn't wear those... more washing for later, she thought as she tossed them aside and padded barefoot and naked through the home, eventually entering the shop. She wandered through the cluttered space slowly, browsing Harry's wares curiously. His stock was basic but decent quality... numerous firearms locked away in a long display cabinet and several more lined in racks hanging from the walls.

She traced her fingers along the cabinet as she passed, trailing them through the dust. More cleaning, she realised absent mindedly. But, with a bit of work she thought, this place could really shine. Suddenly, she spotted a rack she hadn't seen before. Leather goods hung in a ramshackle nest from an overloaded hat rack- bandoliers, gun belts and similar accessories, she realised as she browsed through them. A particular gun belt caught her eye, and after carefully extricating it from the tangle of leather, she held it out in front of herself, looking it over.

It was a gun belt with a plain holster sitting at each hip, but what interested her were the tassles which hung down about a foot, thin strips of leather tied off in knots at the bottom which made them swing in unison when she shook it side to side. She blew a little dust off it and hooked it around her waist, pleased to find that one of the buckle holes fit her perfectly, allowing the belt to hang just a little loose upon her hips. She smiled as she looked down and swung her hips, watching the tassles sway. They only just reached her thigh but were long enough to cover her at the front at least, aside from the gaps and as long as she didn't sit down, she conceded. Reaching back she found they also covered much of her butt, although the bottom of her pert ass cheeks were likely still visible, especially when she moved or bent over. Still, it made her feel better than walking around naked so she decided to keep it on as she further explored the shop.

As Lisa tiptoed around admiring the various firearms and ammunition she realised that she could really help to improve business at the shop. Harry must have good contacts and she knew her stuff when it came to quality weapons. Perhaps they could really make something of this place, give the whole town a boost even - lord knows it needed it. Perhaps she could build a good life here, especially if she was truly with child. The prospect was more than likely she surmised given how many times Harry had filled her womb. This could actually be a decent life for them all, if she was willing to work for it.

It was with these optimistic thoughts that Lisa wandered back to the bedroom, stopping at the doorway to once more watch her sleeping husband. He had moved slightly, his snoring less abrasive, she noted. She also noted that in her absence he had sprawled out across the bed even further and the sheets had slid off him to expose his entire upper body. Ugh, he was disgusting. His bulky frame was covered in thick hair - fuzzy over his massive gut and sagging chest, more wiry over his thick, powerful arms and neck. He shaved, occasionally which meant his jowls were constantly covered in thick, prickly stubble the memory of which caused her neck to tingle, so often had she felt it scrape against her as the man ravaged her.

Such thoughts led her gaze lower, to Harry's waist and despite the bunched up sheets gathered there, the clear outline of Harry's semi erect cock was visible beneath. The sight stirred something within her and as she watched it rise and fall with his breathing, she found herself drawn towards it. Harry's long, thick member was the symbol of their relationship, she realised in that moment as her pussy began to pleasantly ache. It was the source of their shared pleasure and the physical manifestation of her journey into womanhood. Lisa felt herself drawn to it, carefully kneeling on the bed and leaning across to pull back the sheets.

Usher grunted softly in his sleep as his cock flopped free but did not wake, so Lisa leaned in close on her hands and knees and inspected the instrument of her virginal destruction. It was a bumpy, veiny thing and the abundance of activity over recent days had left its mark - sore looking red blotches visible beneath a layer of dried up bodily fluids. It was disgusting, yes but god did it give her pleasure... she bit her lip at the thought of it. Riding it, feeling it plow deep into her core again and again. That wonderous feeling of truly being a woman.

Usher expelled another sleepy grunt, his slumbering state giving her a wicked idea. What better way to welcome her new husband to their first day of matrimony than with a blow job? Surely if they were going to make something good out of this it was up to her to keep him happy. This would be her first gift to him, as his wife. Lisa reached out to stroke it, flinching slightly as it throbbed to her touch. Encouraged by this she gripped and began to gently caress it, ignoring the warm clamminess of it, instead focusing on how alive it felt in her hand as it pulsed and grew. In no time it was rock hard and glistening with yesterday's dried fluids.

Lisa leaned in and gave it a kiss, brushing her closed lips down the shaft softly before poking out her tongue to lap at it gently. The taste was not so bad. Sharp, salty but it had a certain growing familiarity to it that stirred something inside her. She began to lavish Usher's cock with longer, wetter licks and kisses, relishing the soft rigidity of him against her lips and tongue and before long, hungry for more of him she opened wide and slid her lips around his bulbous tip. As she sucked at him she felt his large, rough hand cup her behind, a calloused finger running along her slit causing her to gasp. She continued with her task, invigorated now that Harry was awake, eager to bring him release and make him proud of his new bride.

Usher awoke to the wonderful sensation of his cock sliding into his little slut's wet mouth - his new wife's wet mouth he thought with a sleepy smile. As his vision adjusted to the light he was greeted with a stunning view of Lisa kneeling across the bed, her raised, pert ass poking out from beneath a short fringe of tassles which shook slightly each time she bobbed her head. He instinctively reached out and grabbed her, growling under his breath at the feel of her lovely soft skin. His finger brushed her slit, already slick with her desire and he felt an urge to take her, roughly. To once again claim what was his and put the bitch in her place. Still, she was working wonders with her mouth and showed no signs of stopping. Perhaps he should allow her to carry on and see just how willing of a wife he had.