Cuckold Wedding 1

Today was my wedding day! I was so excited to be marrying the girl of my dreams, Becca.

Becca and I had met only a few months ago, when we were both staying at a nice resort in Miami. She was doing an Instagram shoot, while I was down there for a legal conference. We both were from New York, and so we stayed in touch after the trip. Everything moved quickly. We had dinners and drinks, shopping trips, and other activities together. She was drop-dead gorgeous, seemingly out of my league, but she was into me. When I finally popped the question with a nice diamond from Harry Winston (I am a very successful lawyer), she said 'yes' immediately. I thought I had won the lottery.

Now that the day was here, my anticipation was also heightened because this would be the first time we were going to make love. While we had fooled around a bit over the past two months, she never exposed her pussy or breasts to me, wanting to save herself for marriage. I respected her decision, but now was overwhelmed with anticipation.

We had a small ceremony with a few friends and immediate family. She was absolutely stunning coming down the aisle, in a very traditional, big dress with a long train. We said our vows, took lots of pictures (needed it for social), and were exhausted before we even got to the reception.

Before joining the others, we took a quick moment to sit down with just each other, and we exchanged gifts. I gave her a diamond tennis bracelet, which she adored. I unwrapped her gift, and it was a small, steel cage-like thing.

"What is this?" I asked.

"Well, now that we are married, Tom," she responded sweetly while feeling my crotch, "Your penis belongs to me, and this is something to help me protect my prized possession. I want to make sure nothing can hurt it. Plus this can help restrain some of your nasty guy-urges, so your attention can be on me, where it belongs. Everyone is doing this now, as it creates much more equal, happier marriages."

After a pause, she clapped quickly and squealed, "Oh, I'm so happy for us."

I didn't know what to think. I had never seen anything like this before. nor knew what it was, but her enthusiasm was contagious, so I smiled and said, "Well, can you help me put it on?"

She beamed back at me, slid to her knees and undid my pants, pushing my cummerbund and shirt up and pulling my slacks and underwear down, revealing my dick.

"Just as I expected," she said, matter-of-factly, and she inspected my member. "Almost five inches and on the thinner side. I bought the right size."

I had never really thought about dick length before, mine or anyone's. It hadn't occurred to me that her device would have to be sized correctly, but I was glad that she had the right one and that I wasn't too small.

She then took the cage and fitted it over my dick, squeezing it a bit, as I had started to grow. It looked like it wouldn't fit, but then she grabbed some ice from my water, rubbed it on my dick, shrinking it, and closed the device. She then took out a key and locked it in place. As the cage lock when 'click', she looked up at me with that smile that melts me every time. I still wasn't sure about this, but if it made her that happy, I was in.

"So, now that I have my new possession safely locked away, I need to make sure I take care of the key," she said, standing up. She then strung the key on a silver band and asked me to clasp the band behind her neck as a necklace, which I obliged. I found it odd she would wear this, but it seemed safe, and I could always know where it was in case of an emergency.

She then continued, "Well, now that I got to play with my new toy, I suppose you want a turn as well. I know you've been dying to experience my perfect vagina. Why don't you kneel, stick your head under my dress and explore.

I was on my knees in front of her in two seconds. I was dying for a chance to see her pussy. It was my holy grail. While I had expected the situation to be different, and to be inserting my dick in it, any opportunity was a thrill. As she widened her stance, I ducked my head under her dress, and there it was, completely shaven, with puffy lips that spread out on either side, and a little hood at the top. I paused for a moment to take it in. After a second or two, I felt light pressure from her hands pushing down on my head from outside the dress, and I slowly started to kiss my way up her right leg, first on the silky, white nylons, and then on her bare thigh. With each kiss, I got more and more excited as I approached her sex. I could hear some light moans as well, encouraging me on my journey.

Finally, I was there. I gave a series of of kisses around the outside, and then ran my tongue up and down once. She was already getting moist, and I loved how she tasted. I felt as if I could feast on her forever. I knew enough about sex and women, though, to know that I was supposed to massage her clit. Using my tongue, I scooped under the hood and found it. From there, I quickly moved my tongue back and forth over her clit. Before long, she was moaning louder and pulling my head tight to her body. Finally, she started to cum, her hips shaking as she pushed my head away from her. I kept straining to get another taste, but she kept me away. Accepting we were done for now, I slowly brought my head out from under her.

I was beaming as I looked up at my gorgeous bride.

"Oh, this is so perfect," she exclaimed, looking down at me. "My husband, locked in my chastity device with the key around me neck, kneeling before me, face glistening with my juices. This is the ideal start to a marriage, with each of us relishing in our place - you to worship and serve me while I help protect you from ugly male desires."

I couldn't deny how happy I was. Kissing her pussy was everything I had hoped for, and I was overjoyed that I would have the opportunity to please this goddess every day for the rest of our lives. While strange, it felt like this is what I wanted.

"Now, I think we shouldn't keep our guests waiting," she continued, while standing up and straightening herself out. I did the same, pulling my slacks back up and tucking in my shirt.

"But what about your underwear?" I asked.

"Oh, I didn't wear any today. I was confident that you would accept my gift and your role, and with a husband as good as you, why create barriers? And based on how things are going, I expect many panty-free days to come," she promised.

With that, she grabbed my arm, and we headed into the reception, smiling like the newlyweds we were. I did find it weird that she wore the key necklace for the festivities, and when we came in, I saw her show it to a couple of her girlfriends who gave a little laugh. But if it really is common, then it probably wasn't a big deal. Plus, I would be going home with her tonight.

The reception was fun. Great friends, great food, great music. We had the best time. Throughout the evening, I would glance over at my new wife, continually amazed that this goddess was mine - how I could be so lucky. We danced together a couple times, but mostly we were with different groups of our friends. Occasionally, I'd notice the key dangling around her neck and feel my dick start to harden, creating a moment of pain as it pressed agains the cage. I'm not sure why, but they thought of her controlling my dick, 'owning' my dick, turned me on. Most of the time, though, I didn't even realize I was wearing the cage, as I was caught up in the fun.

I did notice her dancing with her friend, Jerome, a few times, though. I had always been a bit jealous of her and Jerome. He was her personal trainer, but they seemed to hang out often outside of the gym. He was probably six and a half feet tall and built like a rock with deep ebony skin, and he always seemed to wear clothes that accented his muscles. I found him nice enough, but he always seemed a little too touchy-feely with Becca. Whenever I brought it up, Becca would just laugh and say it is nothing - he's just a flirtatious guy and I'm the only person she wants to marry. I did find it odd tonight, though, that the flirtations continued, particularly some of the suggestive dances. I didn't want to make a scene, though, and be 'the jealous husband' already, so I let it pass.

The night eventually wound down, and the guests left. At the end, it was just the three of us: Becca, Jerome, and me. I was expecting Jerome to say 'Good-bye', but then my wife piped up, "Great news, honey! Jerome said he would be willing to hang out a little more tonight. Let's head up to our room."

I was shocked. Why was he coming to our room. This was our night. I protested, "Honey, this is our night. Why do we have someone else joining us. I was looking forward for some husband and wife time."

"Oh, don't be such a party pooper. We're married now; we have all the time in the world. Besides, Jerome said he is willing to help us out with some things," she retorted. "You know, it's typical these days for a husband to bring in support when needed to fulfill his wife's needs. Happy wife, happy life."

I wasn't sure what 'needs" he would be fulfilling that I couldn't, but she was insistent, and she typically got her way, so the three of us went to our honeymoon suite. Upon arrival, there was a bottle of champagne and some snacks left by room service in the living room. I opened the bottle - 'pop' - and poured everyone a glass. We toasted to our wedding and many great years to come.

After a sip, my wife got up, grabbed my hand, and said, "Let's go to the bedroom, husband. After our post-ceremony consummation, I've been dying to make love again all evening."

I didn't need any more encouragement as I eagerly followed her into the bedroom, and her emphasis on the word 'husband' caused my dick to jump again. She closed the door behind us, finally giving us a moment of privacy again.

"Now, husband," she continued, "can you please help me out of this dress so I can be more comfortable?"

I carefully unzipped her dress. She removed her arms as the dress fell to the floor before she gingerly stepped out. She was now clad in her white heels, white thigh-high stockings with a lace top, a white garter belt, white bra, and her white headdress. She was the most gorgeous thing I ever saw.

She must have saw how I was looking at her, as she then said, "You may kneel before your goddess wife."

Without thinking, I fell to my knees, hypnotized by her beauty and the fact that she was mine. I looked up at her perfect body, toned and smooth. Her blond hair casually falling over her shoulders, just above her breasts, which were peaking out over her full bra. And her pussy was clean-shaven with lips protruding out begging to be kissed. She was smiling down at me, with a warm look that made me feel happy inside.

"You're just so sweet," she said. "How did I get so lucky to have such a loving husband. You may kiss me."

With that offer, I leaned in and kissed her pussy lips, moaning as I did, part in pure pleasure and part from the emerging pain of my dick against the cage.

I then looked back up at her, and asked, "Would you please let me out of my cage? It is starting to hurt."

"Oh, poor boy," she said, looking down and placing her hand on my head, "I'm sure it does, but at a time like this, we really don't want you making a mess. We both know you would probably explode in 10 seconds after I released you, and then the fun would be over. Just try to think of the pain as another way for you to show your love for me and allow us to have an amazing wedding night."

It hurt even more now, but I did want to please her and make this night special, so I simply nodded my ascent.

"Now," she continued, "that kiss you gave me made me even more desperate for you.

Can you please hang up my dress and hurry back here to finish the job?"

With that, she went to a chair and took a sip of her champagne, while I quickly hung her dress in the closet. I then scurried back to where she was relaxing, kneeling again in front of my goddess.

"You may worship," she said, opening her legs to give me full access to her glorious body.

I was dying to dive back in and taste her magical juices, but her words before of extending the fun rang in my head, so, instead, I bowed before her and kissed her feet. I then carefully took off each shoe and massaged her feet while continuing to kiss and suck on her toes through the stocking. They were a bit ripe, as this was the end of the evening, but I enjoyed her musk and demonstrating my devotion to her.

I then slowly worked my way up her nylon-clad legs, massaging and kissing her calves and then her knees. As I went, she gave words of encouragement, as well as a few moans: "Worship my feet. Show your love for me. You get pleasure from pleasing me. This is your place. Mmmm."

By the time I reached the lace top of her nylons, I was in intense pain from the cage, but continued, undeterred. As she suggested, I funneled my pain into devotion to her, seeing it as a way to please my new wife. As I neared her pussy - now the center of my world - I took pride in how it glistened in anticipation, the shine making it look even more appetizing.

She must not have appreciated the pause, as after only a brief second, she grabbed my head with both hands and pulled me into her wet sex. Oh, and I feasted. I sucked and licked as much as I could, drinking her in. She tasted even better than earlier today as I stuck my tongue deep inside her and tried to taste every square inch. The cage then reminded me that I needed to focus on her pleasure, so I moved to her clit and began gently sucking and licking as before. She moaned as I went, pulling my head in tighter while pushing out with her hips. She came faster and harder this time, bucking against my head before pushing me away.

I remained kneeling in front of her, as she slowing came down, eventually looking up at me and smiling, "Thank you, honey. You are an amazing husband. I'm so lucky I have you. I look forward to endless sex in our marriage. But now, we do have a guest. Can you please help me put my shoes back on?"

I helped her with her shoes and then we both got up. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek, draping her hand on my shoulder and said, "Can you please take care of Jerome for a minute while I freshen up?"

I gave her a kiss on the lips and headed to the other room to check-in on Jerome. As I walked in, he was enjoying the champagne and checking his phone. After a second, though, I realized that he was naked except for his boxers and gave a start.

He must have noticed my reaction, and offered, "I was just trying to get comfortable.

You might as well join me, unless you prefer the monkey suit."

I saw his point, and took off my jacket, shirt and shoes. I felt the pants, t-shirt and socks were comfortable enough. I then sat down on the couch and had a sip of my champagne. We just sat there awkwardly for a minute or so, not saying anything.

Then Becca entered the room. She looked like an angel. Her straight blond hair flowing to her white silk robe. Down to her stockings and then white heels. Her robe was open, so you could see her perfect body with the exception of her nipples that were hiding under each side of the robe. Clearly she had removed her bra.

My jaw dropped when I saw her, shocked again that this stunning woman was now my wife. After a second or so of amazement, I was then confused, as she was basically naked with Jerome in the room.

"Honey, you look like an angel, but what about Jerome?" I queried.

"Now, now, dear. Don't worry. As I said, Jerome volunteered to help us with some things, and it would be difficult for him to help if I were fully clothed," she assured me. "More to the point, you still look a bit overdressed. Why don't you strip down to your boxers as well, just like Jerome. It would be rude of you to be clothed while our guest is practically naked." She then added giggling, "Plus, I want to see my hubby."

I complied, going down to just my boxers, trying to keep the cage inside. Once I was ready, she walked over to Jerome and got on her knees in front of him. Then she called me over so I was standing next to them.

"Honey, I want to show you why I asked Jerome to join us," she said. "I hope this will help you understand why we need him here, and how you can help keep your wife happy. I am your goddess, right?"

"Yes, honey, you are my goddess, and I would do anything to make you happy," I responded, a bit uncomfortably.

My wife then pulled down my boxers, revealing to Jerome my locked dick. I jumped back at her move, as if a foot would make a difference.

"Now, honey, just wait. I am going to do the same to Jerome. All of us should be at the same level of dress," she said.

With that, she pulled down Jeromes boxers, giving a started "uh" when his giant member popped free. I was stunned, both at the size of his member and the fact that my wife just pulled out his cock. It was at least twice the size of mine, and with its large veins and dark complexion, just exuded power.

"See, honey," she said, picking up his cock in two hands, "there are things that Jerome can do that I need, and as this is our special night, I wanted you to be part of it."

I was speechless. I started at her blonde hair and white face contrasted against his monster cock. She definitely needed both hands to hold it, and it covered most of her face. My initial reaction was anger that my wife could bring someone like this into our wedding bed. But then for some reason, my dick started to swell in its cage, reminding me of the joy of pleasing her, enhanced by the shear excitement on her face. Lastly, seeing his enormous muscle, far larger than mine, and not locked up in a cage, gave me a feeling of inferiority and submission. I couldn't deny that this physical specimen was my superior.

"Honey," she said, "I can see by your penis pushing against my cage that you understand the situation and embrace your role. I hope that the feeling of the cage is reminding you that your purpose is to bring your goddess joy. Now, I don't want to do anything to hurt you, so as your wife, I will ask permission - 'May I suck Jerome's monster cock, taking his veiny member in my mouth and tasting his power?'"

"Yes," I said begrudgingly, coming to terms with my place.

"Oh, thank you so much, sweetheart. I don't want to be greedy, so if you want to join as well, you are welcome, or you can sit on the chair and watch," she offered.

"I'm not gay," I stated, and sat in the chair.

"Your call," she responded, "and you can change your mind anytime. This is just the most amazing thing I've ever seen."

With that, she gave his cock a few kisses and then started licking up and down his shaft. Occasionally, she would take brakes and play with it like a toy, bouncing it around and slapping it across her cheeks. She was like a kid in a candy store. As she licked, she took turns looking at the cock, Jerome and me.

One time when looking at me, she said, "Oh, thank you honey. Mmmph, he tastes so amazing. You are the best for giving this to me," as she massaged it with her small hands, her wedding and engagement ring diamonds sparkling.

I couldn't help but stare. My new wife, dressed in her white silk robe and while wedding headdress, kneeling before this giant cock, glistening with her saliva. She was worshiping it with all her passion. And the cock was impressive. I never knew something like that could exist. At times, I felt myself staring at just it, as if trying to understand it. It looked like raw, masculine power.

Jerome just sat there, relaxing, enjoying his drink, and letting out the occasional moan. At one point, his glass was empty, so he asked for a refill. I quickly got up and poured him another glass, while my wife took his cock in her month. As I poured, he moaned. My wife then offered again for me to join her, saying I was missing out on something special. While I was not ready to touch his cock, I did kneel down beside her to get a better view as she tried to take more of his enormous cock into her petite, white mouth.