Chapter 4 - White Wedding
The day I had waited for had finally arrived. As I stood in the front of the church I felt as though the eyes of all these relatives, friends, and assorted guests seemed to be sizing me up. As they looked at me and chatting quietly amongst themselves, this feeling came over me that they all were deciding if I was a suitable match for Ann.
On the day of the wedding, tradition has it that the bride and groom are not supposed to see each other before the ceremony. "Bad luck" they say. Even I had heard of that superstition. But for some reason I hadn't been allowed to see my fiancée since we said good night two nights ago. Her friends warned that I wasn't to even attempt calling my bride-to-be! Anything I had to say would have to wait until after the ceremony. Needless to say, it had been a very long day-and-a-half for me.
The music started and the procession began. Then, there she was. Escorted by her beaming father, this vision of loveliness came walking down the isle. Now everyone's attention was where it belonged, on the bride. Even through the vale, anyone could see how Ann's face glowed.
As we performed the rituals Ann seemed to be having some difficulty walking and standing, weak in the ankles. I attributed this to her shoes. Meanwhile, the maid of honor and all the bride's maids were all a titter. Finally it was time lift the vale and kiss my new wife. And what a kiss: full of heat and passion. I pretended not to notice the fresh hickies on her neck.
It was only at the reception that I got my first taste of what being married to Ann would be like.
When it came time for me to remove her garter, while on one knee before her, she raised her leg putting her foot on my raised knee. The long dress rose up her leg as I reached up her nylon covered leg to the top of her stocking. Instantly I could both feel and see that her inner thighs were wet. Wet and slippery! Just like the night of the party!! Could this be cum leaking from my bride's pussy? Up 'til now, the long dress had concealed the slime that had been running down the insides of my bride's legs. Glancing up, she smiled back at me with an "Oh well! I told you so," look on her face as she shrugged her shoulders. Telling myself that I should have expected no less, I resolved to proceed with the removal of the garter belt. She spread her legs just enough for me see that the crotch of her silk panties was soaking wet. So wet in fact, that the crotch had become semi-transparent. Through that transparency a pearly white puddle of cream had formed and had been weeping though that material and down my bride's thighs.
Still in shock over what I was looking at, I almost forgot why I was between my unfaithful wife's legs at that moment. "Are you going to do it or am I?" Ann asked, snapping me from my trace. Reaching for the garter I immediately realized that the inner side of the garter was also well coated with cum. And remembering the next part of this ritual: After removing the garter, I was supposed to toss it to the gathering of unmarried men. Panicking at the thought of someone catching it then discovering it was full of jizz; I did something that must have nearly given my parents heart attacks. I dove in, face first, under the dress, right between my new wife's legs, grabbing the garter with my teeth. Even over the random gasps of shock was loud cheering from the rest of the crowd as my head emerged from under the hem of the gown, garter belt clasped firmly in my teeth, pulling it down and off her leg the rest of the way. Little did the spectators know that as I did this I was sucking the cum from it.
Once the garter had been thrown we were no longer in the spot light. Everyone began dancing again as I pulled her to a little alcove in the back hallway so I could confront her about her condition.
She told me that her friends had given her a bachelorette party that lasted all night. She hadn't been to bed, at least not to sleep. She spoke as if what she was telling me wasn't THAT big a deal, and certainly nothing I should be surprised by. Then she nonchalantly added that she was gang-banged by five guys ... some of them more than once! "All that wonderful cum, I wanted to keep it as long as I could, so I put in a tampon," she said. "But I guess there was just so much cum that even a Super tampon wasn't barrier enough. I felt some leakage when I was walking into the church."
