Joseph took Sarah's hand and led her to the 'Bridal Suite', the rooms that she and Simon were supposed to share. When they went in, Sarah saw her wedding dress laid out on the bed, eliciting mixed feelings.
"Ah, your wedding dress! How lovely! Why don't you take it into the bathroom and put it on for me, Sarah, just like on your wedding day."
Sarah felt a little conflicted, it seemed sacrilegious, somehow, but she did as she was asked. Everything was there; the dress, the veil, the shoes and even the garter, which prompted the memory of Joseph's hands up her dress on her wedding day. Once in the bathroom, she stripped off all her clothes to be naked under the dress like she was on the day. Her make up was there, so she took a moment to put on lipstick and eyeshadow. She stepped into her shoes, pulled down her veil and taking a deep breath, stepped out of the bathroom.
Joseph took in the sight; she was even more beautiful than at the wedding. She was looking down demurely while he approached. He lifted her veil and Sarah lifted her eyes to stare into his. Joseph could feel her trembling as he put his hands on her shoulders and softly kissed her lips.
After the first tender kiss, Joseph kissed me hard, his questing tongue seeking mine. He picked me up as if I weighed nothing and carried me over to the bed where he threw me down, me squealing with fright. He lifted my skirts and kissed his way up the inside of each thigh. When he got to my garter, he took it between his teeth and stretched it out and let it snap back against my skin. I made a little cry, and he kissed the skin all around it. By the time his lips reached my cunny, I was eager, despite my initial misgivings. I climaxed quickly and then waited with anticipation as he unzipped himself and took out his hard cock. I opened and lifted my legs fully for him and he penetrated me without any hesitation, and I felt the roughness of his trousers against the soft skin of my thighs. I heard moans, realising that it was me who was making them.
He kept fucking me hard and I did my best to push my cunny back up at him, squeezing my cunny muscles at his every thrust; I knew Daddy liked that so I guessed he would too. He then pulled the bodice of my wedding dress down to expose my breasts which effectively trapped my arms leaving me at his mercy. Oh, how I loved it! My breasts had started to bounce and jiggle to his thrusting until he captured one of my fat nipples in his mouth and sucked hard; it seemed as if he was trying to suck it off my breast. The mixture of pain and pleasure went straight to my cunny, and I could feel a massive orgasm approaching.
"Oh, Jospeh! Give it to me! Take me hard!"
Jospeh increased his pace, and I could feel the hard edge of his trouser zip pressing into my cunny, increasing the kaleidoscope of sensations, and when he pushed his finger into my bottom which was wet and slippery from my juices, it catapulted me into an orgasm that had no precedent. I heard myself scream as I peeked and lay under him twitching in the waves of pleasure that followed.
In a fleet moment of clarity, I realised that I had been fucked in my wedding dress on the marital bed by a man who was not my husband. However, the realisation that if it had been Simon who had swept me off my feet and ravished me as thoroughly on my wedding day, none of this would have happened. He broke his marriage vows and left me, practically speaking. I was in God's hands now and I relished being taken by this man.
As I lay boneless, in the marital bed, Joseph undressed me and caressed me, whispering sweet nothings into my ear. He picked me up and effortlessly carried me to the bathroom and shower, where he tenderly washed me and dried me with a fluffy towel. I had to lean on him for support; I was still out of it. He found some lotion and rubbed it into my skin. His hands weren't as soft as Mary's but he was gentle and caring. I manged to pull myself to together enough to find some clothes and pulled on a skimpy dress from my holiday wardrobe. I never even thought to put on a bra or panties. We descended arm in arm, me needing his physical support still. We ate a light dinner and made light conversation, all without mentioning either Simon or Marcus.
We retired early and made gentle love before going to sleep. I knew he had to return tomorrow, and it was bitter-sweet. We made the most of it the following morning, making love and then lazing in bed to lunchtime and we descended for brunch at around 12:00. I was calm and satiated and while I wasn't looking forward to him going, I knew it was for the best. Daddy would be back next week, and the following weekend would be my fertile time and it was certain he'd want to breed me again. He'd also find out about Joseph and I and I wasn't too sure about his reaction and how I might feel about it.
After brunch, we took a walk in the gardens. He was packed and ready to go. We walked arm in arm around the lake, content in each other's company, saying little. The path took a turn around the lake and behind some trees next to a field of pasture. Out of sight of the house, he turned and kissed me hard and led me towards the gate in the field. He turned me round and pushed me forward over the gate and lifted my skirt. I'd put on those funny panties that were only two squares of material tied at the top because I knew he like me to have a bare cunny; not that I'd expected anything, of course. So, when he lifted my skirt the 'panties' came too, and my bottom was fully exposed to the cool air.
"Hey, you can't just take me whenever and wherever you like," I said rather indignantly.
He slapped my bottom, saying, "Open your legs for me Sarah!"
Still feeling a little put-out, I found myself opening my stance and tilting my hips ready to receive him.
"It seems that's exactly what I can do," he said triumphantly, as he slipped his hard cock into an already wet cunt, spanking my bottom again for good measure.
As Joseph fucked me from behind, and I'm not sure why I did it, but I lifted my top over my bra which I undid to allow my breasts to spring free, to have the cooling air caress my hard nipples. He reached round and squeezed my breasts and pinched my nipples and I pushed back onto his cock, trying to get as much of him inside me as I could. While I marvelled at my wanton behaviour the thought occurred to me that God had given me a wet vagina, its purpose to sheath a hard penis. I was just doing God's will. Going back up to the house, my cunny and the insides of my thighs were wet and sticky with our combined juices and I made no move to clean myself. It was only natural, after all.
