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Honeymoon Squared - Chapter 11
Fortunately for me and more importantly Roxy, the hotel had an arrangement with a medical group only minutes from here. A few minutes after I called the front desk someone from the medical group was on the phone to me asking questions. My responses set off some bells and within ten minutes an ambulance arrived and Roxy was whisked away to a nearby hospital. I followed in my sorry excuse for transportation and after cooling my heels for a couple of hours with only three-month old magazines to read, was honored by the presence of a doctor. The gentleman in question informed me that my dear old mother-in-law was reacting to a powerful, highly illegal, designer drug. Somehow I wasn't surprised, but at least it was better than having half her brain cells destroyed by June's playful antics.
Naturally I feigned innocence to whom might have been Roxy's supplier. I got that look from the doctor that said I was lying, but in fact, I could only speculate it was June or one of her strange friends. For a moment I was tempted to turn her and Lucinda into the authorities just for the hell of it. Those two were nothing but sleazy con artists. Then I thought more about it and decided there still was a chance to get my ashes hauled big time by Lucinda. I remembered those fantastic tits that defied gravity and that thick patch of pussy fur that guarded her surprisingly tight twat. It was also apparent that she had all the moves and had no fear about using whatever made sense. When compared to my extremely strange new wife with all her personal baggage attached, she was a gem, an absolute keeper, provided she didn't fuck me to death for laughs.
The man in the white coat jolted me back to reality by telling me my mother-in-law would require hospitalization for at least a week so her system could be thoroughly flushed of the offending drug. I was looking at three to five thousand if I got lucky. Perhaps I could start pimping the old bag once she got out of the hospital to make up for this unpleasant financial surprise. He suggested I go to the finance office and give them the information they would need to process Roxy's paperwork. Since she wasn't sure which planet she was currently occupying, I was screwed to the wall. On top of that there was the matter of the hotel bill, which was well over four figures and climbing like a hot song on the play list.
The woman in financial took one look at me and her face hardened. That was the high point of our discussion. I left her baleful presence like I'd been run through a wood chipper set at low speed. Unless a miracle happened in the next few minutes an addled Roxy would be discharged, wheeled to the curb and dumped into my lap. In her condition there was no way to pimp her to a paying customer unless he was into necrophilia. By now my credit card was considered radioactive by any store clerk, and there still remained the issue of the ever-increasing hotel bill even when I wasn't using the room they were charging it against. The only avenue open to me was a win-win approach if all went perfectly well, which was impossible considering the way my luck was going. Unfortunately there were no cliffs or even small hillsides available that would allow me to see if that soulless creature spawned in Detroit and its passenger, my mother-in-law, could fly. I was doomed. Then a god came down from the sky, just like in Greek theater, and saved my quivering ass.
Once the hospital discharged Roxy, and it did look as if she had been shot from a gun with prejudice I might add, it was time for a miracle, big or small. I loaded a dazed and babbling Roxy into the vehicle and began driving aimlessly for a time, trying to decide where to leave her. I really didn't have the heart to do it, but time was running out along with the gas in the tank of the monster mobile. That's when I decide to take her back from where I found her and have a showdown with whoever answered the door. Roxy did not go easily, I had to half shove and half carry her up the stairs to where Lucinda and June lived when they weren't stealing from the hotel and its customers or trolling for cocks.
I pounded on the door and waited for a time before repeating the process. In mid pound the door flew open and I faced a large scruffy individual wearing only a towel. He looked kind of sleepy, but still dangerous considering his size. He looked past me and homed in on Roxy, who was leaning against the wall staring off into space and showing quite a bit of tit and legs. He let out a shout and got no answer, so he beckoned us both to enter, all the while licking his lips and giving Roxy a welcoming grin. I knew that grin, it meant "Let's you and me start fucking and I'll tell you my name later." To me it was any port in a storm. Roxy got me into this mess and just maybe that old, but still hot body could get me out of it. The three of us headed toward the back bedroom where it turned out June was entertaining another stud.
The one on the bed had June on her knees, head down. He was doing a magic act, making his long, thick cock disappear and reappear from June's asshole. I moved so I could get a better view of the goings-0n and discovered June's hands were tied tightly behind her back and there was a gag in her mouth. From the looks of her discolored hands, she had been this way for quite some time. Our escort shoved Roxy onto the bed and dropping the towel proceeded to join the others for fun and frolic. From the look on June's face she was not happy at all. While Roxy's new beau was disrobing her, I took this opportunity to back out of the bedroom and head for the door. I knew there was a cell phone in the monster mobile and help could be on the way shortly after my call.
All went as planned and about ten minutes later two black and whites had arrived. I directed them to June's apartment, cautioning them they had two captives. While the cops took care of business I stood by the metallic abortion on wheels and waited for results. It was then that Lieutenant Carol Lauren arrived on the scene. I just love a woman in uniform, especially if she's tall, blonde and has a great set of jugs. This one passed with flying colors. While I was checking her out, she was giving me the eye as well, but for different reasons. She crooked her finger and I came running like a puppy dog hoping to get off on her leg when she was distracted.
She asked me a few questions and I gave her a few answers. Our little chat was interrupted by the arrival of one of the cops who had gone upstairs to June's apartment. He was kind of out of sorts. It turns out that the two guys were students that knew June, who provided ID and proof that she rented the place. What they were doing was between consenting adults and thus legal. However the older woman was another item altogether. She was incoherent and seemed to be on some kind of drug. She was naked and giving one of the students a rather professional blowjob when they entered the apartment. The renter claimed she knew the woman as currently living at the posh hotel outside of the city. I confirmed that fact and became the center of attention. I went into my short version of the last few days and as I talked the eyes of the good lieutenant grew wide. Without knowing it, I had made bingo, big time!
Carol Lauren had put two and two together and realized the addled woman upstairs was the mother of the totally destroyed blonde teenager that had been taken from the Fun for All bookstore for creating a riot. Then it dawned on her that she was speaking to the poor thing's brand new husband, who had no clue about exactly what had happened to his not so blushing bride. At her suggestion, made more forceful by her observation that Roxy needed professional help, I took my mother-in-law back to the hotel and waited to hear directly from the lieutenant. For the first time today, something went right. A very contrite Lucinda knocked on the door and presented me with Roxy's credit cards and wallet. The only thing missing was the large amount of cash it originally contained, but that was no great loss. Not only that, Lucinda offered to balance the books once she got off from work this evening. She grinned at my furrowed brow and hiked up her modest uniform skirt to show me her bikini panties. I started salivating at the sight of that hairy maw showing through the flimsy material guarding her hot fuck box. She laughed and patted her moneymaker before leaving me with the beginning of a major league erection.
All Roxy wanted to do was have sex with me. Under normal circumstances I'd have been all for it, but my mother-in-law was acting strangely, which made me quite nervous. On top of that I wanted to save myself for Lucinda's fantastic pussy. Fortunately she fell for my diversion of adding bondage to the sex we would have. She acted like a little child, which scared me, but I managed to get her naked and stretched out on the bed so I could tie her to the corners. It was lucky in that Gwen had brought along lots of undies, which did an effective job of fettering my sex partner to be. She strenuously resisted the gag I wanted to use to quiet her while we did the nasty. I had to promise her some top grade pussy eating before she relented.
By the time I got naked, my prong was ready for anything such as her hot, juicy slit. I got between her thighs and got the surprise of my life. She wasn't dribbling or even drooling; instead there was a steady stream of very tasty pussy slime flowing from deep inside her twat. There was no need for any tongue action. My mouth just made a pussy-proof seal and she filled it up with an ocean of salty slime straight from the source. I drank my fill, swallowed and drank some more, as she rocked her pussy back and forth against my face in a nice rhythm that opened and closed the seal on her twat opening.
It was time to sink my shaft and search for oil. She soaked the bed sheets in no time flat as my cock bored deep into that swampy mess. Her cunt wrapped around my dick so tightly I couldn't pull away from it even if I tried. I grabbed her big tits and the nipples nearly bored a hole through the palms of my hands. That sent me over the edge in no time flat, but Roxy was just getting started. I stayed hard and she got me off again after about ten minutes of steady fucking that was some of the best pussy I'd ever had. I started to wonder if there would be anything left for Lucinda. I also realized that whatever that drug was they gave her, it had turned my hot mother-in-lay into a towering inferno of sexuality. Who needed Gwen I thought? So while I could, I pulled out and left Roxy hanging, which made her most unhappy but her bonds held and there was little she could do about it.
A few hours later the lieutenant called and gave me an address to find. By then my over the hill mother-in-law had set new records for the most orgasms and the longest orgasm for a middle-aged white woman. All I had to do was finger fuck her, strum her clit or make a fist and jam it halfway up that swampy mess she called a cunt. Promising her more of the same if she was a good mother-in-law and stayed still, I once more mounted my rusty also-ran and ventured out into the wilds to find the mystery location, wondering if I was going to win a prize, such as the lieutenant's bare body to play with for a few hours. To my dismay it turned out to be another apartment. The police car out front told me I had arrived at the right place. I knocked at the door and was ushered inside by a young lady named Brooke. There on the couch lay the remains of my bride, Gwen. I recoiled from her like she was road kill, which embarrassed me no end. There was no excuse for what was done to her. What did she do, rob a bank, insult a higher-up, what? That's when I began to shake with honest fury. Whoever did this was going to pay dearly, one way or another.
Carol Lauren came out of the bathroom just in time to prevent me from saying something I might regret in the very near future. Between her and Brooke, they got me calmed down to the point that I would listen to what they had to say on the subject. There was no question that whoever did this to my bride must pay. However finding out who was involved would be another thing entirely. The lieutenant had her suspicions, but no facts due to the nature of the wayside house, which was strictly out of the law enforcement loop as far as those above were concerned. In a sense, this was very close to the Wild West when it came to law and order. Gwen had caused some serious trouble to the bookstore and they did the right thing in asking for assistance from the police. As it turned out, my bride had no ID and no connection to the bookstore, which made her fair game for what was to follow. Evidently whoever took charge of her went over the top, resulting in what happened to Gwen.
The lieutenant promised to make this her number one priority, but did not hold out much hope for an immediate solution to exactly who was involved in this brutal assault on my wife. Then she calmed me down further by observing that Brooke's boyfriend had looked Gwen over and determined that in a few weeks she'd be well on the way to a full recovery. Since he was a premed student, what he said had some weight. Brooke's comment that this was a hell of a way to enjoy a honeymoon reminded me that Lucinda would soon be knocking on my door to provide some superior pussy for yours truly. Carol suggested it might be less wear and tear on all concerned, not to mention my dwindling resources, if I moved to a fairly decent motel only blocks from the medical school. That would make it easier for Brooke's boyfriend, Rob, to check on my wife's progress. Then with a twinkle in her eye she added that this would also give Rob a better opportunity for a little recreational sex with Brooke. We all laughed at that remark. Little did I know that the move would spawn a number of incidents that would only make my life with Gwen and Roxy even more complicated.
(To be continued - jethro jodhpur)
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