This is the story of our wedding night. I wrote what I remembered, then sent it to Dick, who now lives in Seattle, so he could add his bit of nostalgia and provide his unique perspective. Heartfelt thanks to him for also proofreading, editing, suggesting changes, and giving moral support.
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Two weeks after Gina, my beautiful eighteen-year-old fiancée spent the night with Dick, the best man at our wedding, he handed me the ring to slip on her finger and, voila, I was married. The noon in June ceremony was beautiful - very romantic, a perfect garden setting, wonderful music, good friends, proud family, photographs to last a lifetime, and no glitches. Our afternoon backyard reception also went smoothly, and we both enjoyed talking and laughing with the wonderful people nice enough to attend. The weather was perfect: temperature in the low eighties, bright sunshine tempered by large Cottonwood shade, and a gentle breeze. A superb three-piece combo playing big band sounds on the deck induced most people to dance, including the kids. A self-imposed two-drink-per-person limit insured the celebration didn't get too wild, and by 8:00 PM all our guests had kissed my bride on the way out. Including the time spent in the morning getting dressed and double-checking the arrangements, everything was over in ten hours.
"Are you tired, my beautiful bride?" I expected to be drained by this time, but instead I was incredibly awake and alive.
"No. I'm wired. I wish the party wasn't over."
"Dick invited us to another one."
"I know. He told me too. Do you want to go?"
And so what we did on our wedding night was spontaneously determined shortly after our reception. It's actually an amazing coincidence that things turned out like they did - we'd planned everything before, during and after the ceremony except for our wedding night. We'd been living together, with both sets of parents aware, for six months, so there was no rush to "consummate" our marriage. Our Acapulco honeymoon departure wasn't until the following evening at 8:00 PM, although when I told people we were on a flight leaving at 8:00 the next day, I let them assume it was 8:00 AM. A day to unwind sounded appealing when I made the reservations, especially since the fare was half what it would have been for a daytime flight. In order to have more money for Acapulco, we had already decided to sleep at our apartment rather than spring for an expensive hotel. The twenty-four hours between our reception and our honeymoon departure were free. That period is the most memorable of my life.
Gina still wore her wedding gown when I cranked up my graffiti-decorated jeep, but she didn't have a stitch on within a mile. My windows aren't tinted and because darkness arrives after 9:00 PM in late June, every gorgeous inch of my bride was on display to every passing car or truck. The 'just married' and 'hot to trot' type writing all over my windows drew attention to us, but her unbelievable body kept it there.
As I drove, my fingers and hands played with the girl parts I wasn't supposed to touch until this moment - we were (finally) legally wed. The party we'd been invited to was at a mountain home an hour outside of town and most of the driving was on a winding two-lane 'highway'. Steering and shifting subtracted considerable time my hands could have spent on the objects holding my attention: the tits and cunt I'd been almost the only one to fondle for the last six months. It was hard to believe they were mine "to have and to hold till death do us part". My gorgeous bride probably enjoyed the pleasure my hands were intermittently providing nearly as much as the pleasure she derived from the focused eyes of the guys driving beside us when they could.
As we approached the turn off, I told my gorgeous bride to get dressed again - well, you might be able to call it dressed if you have a generous nature. She put on her wedding gown, her white thigh-highs, and her high heels, but without her panties, and especially without her white slip, her gown left little to the imagination. The white beads and crocheted fabric swirls were attached to white gauze as the foundation garment. The gauze was so translucent you could easily see the shadow of her ass crack. Her nipples were not quite as visible as they were on the night of her engagement infidelity, but her cunt was revealed much more. It was patently obvious she didn't have anything on except the gown.
I suppose a little history would help - after all, I did say my fiancée slept with the best man at our wedding before we were married. There was a gradual buildup to their one night affair, so it wasn't a surprise to any of us. After several weeks of escalating public foreplay between Gina and Dick while they danced at parties, I acceded to his request to fuck her. At my insistence, she acted as his date at our housewarming party while wearing a see-through top and no underwear. Everybody at the party saw him finger fuck her to orgasm on the dance floor, then take her home with him.
I listened on the phone the first time he fucked her and watched him fuck her on our couch when he brought her home the next morning. Less than a minute after I saw him deposit it in Gina's cunt, I was using Dick's semen to lubricate my stroke. She was near orgasm when my question induced her to confess that she couldn't wait for Dick to fuck her again. Her admission triggered two orgasms, and mine was the most intense of my life. While I listened on the phone, I'd heard the most intense of her life five hours earlier when Dick's cock throbbed inside her cunt for the first time.
Their date was the most powerful experience of our lives. We recalled with words what our minds replayed, and we both discovered overwhelming excitement and unbelievable sexual satisfaction recreating the bliss my beautiful young fiancée felt when Dick fucked her. I craved every intimate detail, and each new revelation triggered another incredible orgasm. I fucked my fiancée at least twice a night and a big part of the excitement was the anticipation of his boldness on their next date.
"Honey, Dick talked to me at the reception while we danced. He made me promise to ask for your permission, but I'm afraid." I felt a jolt as the blood surged into my cock. It was strange that Gina waited until we were almost to the party, but the part of my brain controlling my cock was, as usual, overpowering the part of my brain concerned with logic and reason.
"Why? It's all we've talked about. We both want him to fuck you again. Does he want to fuck you tonight? That's it, isn't it? He wants to fuck you on our wedding night." I could understand why she was hesitant to ask, but I found the idea enticingly erotic.
"No ... ooohh god honey that's not it ... uummm ... I guess it's sort of it. He wants to fuck me tonight while we're dancing ... oohh god honey he wants me to be naked while he fucks me to the music ... I'm so wet ... he wants to strip me and let everybody watch him fuck me."
Dick is bold. Gina loves bold, and I had been incredibly aroused watching my fiancée's eager reception to his boldness on the dance floor during the last three parties. I love bold too, but still, ... I needed to think. He didn't just want to fuck her again; he wanted to fuck my newlywed bride - my legally wedded wife for less than seven hours - in front of everybody at the party. In front of my closest friends. And he wanted to totally strip her and play with her on the dance floor before he fucked her ... before he fucked her on our wedding night. He wanted to be the first one to fuck my new bride after we were pronounced husband and wife. He wanted to fuck her on the dance floor. In front of my friends. And a lot of people I didn't know. While I watched. My cock was throbbing.
I slipped my hand through the slit of her gown onto her bald cunt again. She submissively spread her legs and I easily slid my middle finger in. She was much wetter than she had been just a few minutes earlier.
"You're so wet that Dick could slide his big cock into you without any foreplay. You would love it, wouldn't you?" My question was intentionally ambiguous - was I asking about the public sex or whether she'd love his big cock right then?
"I think I would Kirk ... ooohh that feels so good ... but I'm afraid too. Are you going to let him?" Gina's nasty mind clearly focused on the public fantasy. It was another instance where Dick wanted to push a woman in a direction she wouldn't have gone alone. I knew Gina, and Dick was pushing her in a direction she would love.
She hunched on my finger to increase her stimulation. While I gently thrust in and out, I slipped a second finger in and began to rub next to her clit with my thumb.
"Well, he's already passed out copies of the nude photos he took of you to our friends, including those where Tim and Darrell felt you up. They know Dick fucked you, and they always talk about seeing you naked. They would love to see the real thing. It would turn you on wouldn't it? You told me you wanted to let Jerry and Walt watch him fuck you. I'll bet you want Don to see him fuck you too, don't you? And Bob and Scott? You want Dick to fuck you in front of a big audience? You do, don't you?" I was hard as hell. I knew all my friends had a crush on Gina - why wouldn't they? She was nice to them, she was young and incredibly beautiful, she flirted with them, she danced tight against them, she always exposed enough skin to permanently hold their attention, and she'd let Dick fuck her so they knew her teasing didn't always stop at teasing.
"Oooohhh yes ... I'm so turned on ... if it was just them, but it's not. How will you feel? We just barely got married. It won't be the same as when you watched him fuck me on our couch - that was private ... god I loved your eyes on us. We weren't married and we knew everybody when he fingered me at our party. He told me he was going to fuck me in front of them, but I didn't expect him to fuck me tonight. And this is such a big party - we won't even know most of the people."
She watched my face as I answered. I buried my fingers and lightly brushed her clit with my thumb. She gasped.
"I don't care about anybody except my friends, and they've already seen him do everything except fuck you on the dance floor. I was there when he fingered you while they watched, and you know how much I loved watching him make you come. They've already seen him touch you everywhere, and they know he's already fucked you. They've all seen the nude photos he took of you. There's not much more for them to see. Watching him fuck you while you dance is the only thing they haven't seen - it's the logical conclusion. I love sharing your pleasure with my friends. I think our best man should be the first to fuck my bride after our wedding, even before I fuck her. I want to let them see you become an adulterous wife on our wedding day."
"Ooohh god ... you'll have to be so strong honey ... I'm afraid but it sounds so exciting. You're going to let him fuck me in front of everybody ... mmm keep doing that ... Dick's going to fuck me again. I've been dreaming about it. He's so good looking ... aahh I'm about to come ... just a little more."
"Look at you in your wedding gown - everybody at the party will know you're naked under it. You'll be showing off all night. Your cunt will be dripping, aching and Dick will finally strip you for every guy there to see it. They'll know you are married, but not to him - they'll see your wedding rings touching his cock. And then, he's going to fuck your juicy cunt for them. He's going to slide his huge cock into your hot cunt so every person at the party can see. Your tight juicy twat and his plunging cock will be the night's entertainment. You'll come again and again. Every guy there will think you're easy - they'll all want to fuck your nasty cunt too. You'll be known as a slut wife from now on. I just hope I can keep from coming in my pants."
"Ooohh honey ... that's so hot ... he's so handsome ... mmm ... I love his cock ... aaahhh I'm going to come."
I immediately removed my fingers from her cunt.
"No, I'm not going to be the one to make you come tonight. Dick owns your cunt from this point on." I glanced at her as I drove and could see the anguish removing my fingers caused. "You do have to do two things for me though."
"Honey that was mean ... ooohh I'm so close ... what?"
"I'll be standing next to the dance area. When he takes off your wedding gown, bring it to me so we don't lose it."
I could see her wiggling on the seat to maintain her sexual arousal. I knew she could come that way. She'd done it the first time Dick took her out to our car during a party.
