You look so gorgeous, darling, shimmering in dazzling white, your face streaked with tears and your ass aflame with the heat of the ten lashes you have taken so well. I gaze down on you, my beloved wife, my hands behind your head and my hard cock luxuriating in the relief of finally being pressed to the back of your throat. Your wet eyes are raised up to me with devotion, love and lust. I love you so much and I can't wait to fuck you.
You have taken your strokes without being physically restrained, but in the understanding that you were, and still are, obliged to give yourself to me however I desire. Bent over as you are, all of you is open and inviting to me, and even now, your beating over and the pain beginning to subside, you hold the position for whatever I may next ask of you, or take without asking. All that is between me and every part of your body is that pure white dress, still completely hiding your gorgeous breasts, but lifted up at the back so that your asshole and your pussy are exposed, not just to me but to all of our audience in the part of the circle that is behind you and all of those watching outside.
The sexual liberation and maturity of this community means we all understand that we reach the greatest sexual highs when we let our arousal build over time, and that is particular true of the friends who we invited to be with us in the room today, to witness and ultimately partake in the consummation of our marriage. Just as there is nothing holding you in position except your own will-power, your desire to obey and to please me, and your recognition that through your submission your own pleasure will be maximised, so there is nothing keeping our friends in their seats in three concentric circles around us. Yet still each of them is in their place.
It is not unlike a more traditional wedding breakfast, really. We had the same debates about who to invite and who should go where in the seating plan, including whether to put couples together or apart and whether women should be next to men or mix it up. Just as you might discuss who should be at the table in the middle at the front, so we agreed who would have a clear view of your pussy and who should be able to enjoy the expressions of pleasure on your face. And now we have started, similar conventions apply. You wouldn't expect to get up and wander around during or between courses, would you? But how you chose to interact with your immediate neighbours would be entirely up to you. It is the same here. There is no expectation about what each of our guests may do provided they stay where they are seated until after the dessert. And your beating was just the starter.
As my cock strains in your mouth I look round the room and enjoy the wide divergence in how our friends have been affected by what they have experienced so far. There are a few, literally just a handful out of the 50 or so present, whose clothing is as tidy as when they first smiled and kissed us before the ceremony. But their arousal is betrayed by the flush in their faces, heavy breathing, and in the case of the men by the evidently painful bulges in their trousers. Quite how they have managed to resist unzipping themselves I don't know. Most of our women friends don't wear bras, and the give-away for those who went for white blouses or tight tops is their erect nipples pressed hard into the fabric.
The majority of those present have succumbed to the need to loosen or lose at least one piece of clothing. Or in some cases their neighbours have done so for them. A lot of the women have unbuttoned their tops or lifted them over their breasts so they or their neighbours can caress them. Some have shuffled their skirts up round their waists, which then divides that group into those with obviously wet panties and those with no panties at all. I find the wet panties particularly arousing, as you know my darling. Quite a lot of the men have unbuttoned their shirts, just to help keep cool as their body temperature has risen each time you screamed. And some have either taken off their trousers or just unbuttoned and released their cocks to full view. It is particularly beautiful to see the glistening of pre-cum on those cocks. Indeed I would defy any man to watch what you have endured and not have the whole of their cock head slippery.
And then finally there is a small number of our guests whose self-restraint does not match your own, and who are already quite lost in their own or another friend's pleasure. They include our best friend in front of you, who admittedly has had the most sensory overload of anyone except you, two of whose fingers are still sunk in her pussy beyond the knuckles. And another good friend, who we seated on the opposite side of the circle from her husband, at this moment has her head buried in the lap of one of the guys next to her. The concentric circles has given those in the back couple of rows the opportunity to lean forward and play with the nipples or cocks of those in front of them, and some have not hesitated to take advantage of that. And where we have seated some of the men together it is particularly pleasing to see some of them stroking each other's cocks and nipples, and in one case kissing.
Outside the room there is no restriction on what might happen. And the level of arousal is exacerbated by the fact that everything we are doing is being shown on giant screens and with the most explicit close-ups whenever the camera crew choose - which is most of the time. Of course they know what their audience craves which is just what they do too - zooming in for example to see the moisture on your pussy and willing it to coalesce into a drip down your thigh. So it should be no surprise that even this soon into the proceedings an impartial observer would describe the scene as an orgy. It would already be hard to know who arrived with who as the giant mattresses that we considerately supplied are in most cases a tangle of at least six bodies. Mostly it is still undressing, caressing, licking and sucking, but at least two cocks are buried to the hilt in soaking pussies and in one case in another guy's ass. I promise that if you were led into the space with a blindfold on, and could only hear the gasping and moaning, that you pussy or cock would be damp within a minute.
But enough of our audience for now. Back to you my darling. I gaze into your eyes as I slide my cock out of your mouth then touch the tip onto your tongue so you can taste my pre-cum. I fuck your mouth gently, remembering when our eyes first met and the love that was sealed that night. Your wedding dress is tied like a corset down your back, so as I continue to take the pleasure of your wet lips around my cock I bend forward and start the process of unlacing it. That forces my cock further down into your throat, and you take me deep, expertly, without gagging. Good girl. It's likely going to take me at least five minutes before I've unwrapped you so you will get used to being deep-throated as I do, and the camera has now come in close to capture your saliva dripping off your lower lip and onto my balls.
As the dress finally falls away from you to the floor we have a little surprise for our guests. They expected you would be completely naked underneath. But so sheer that everyone mistook it for part of the fabric of the dress, your breasts are accented with a gorgeous lightly patterned quarter cup bra. The camera is intrusively there in an instant, relaying the beauty of your curves and the extreme erectness of your large nipples. No surprise that they are so swollen, but useful for what I am going to do next.
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That look in your eyes is so familiar to me as I withdraw my cock slowly from your mouth. It is a searching, pleading look. It says "are you coming back in?", "please don't take away my toy", "I want you back, baby". But my fingertips are already underneath your chin, instructing you to lift your body up for the first time since we started, but still on your knees.
Your lovely breasts, framed by the quarter-cup bra, are now more clearly visible to all except those behind you. And for those to the side they have the first glimpse of how perfectly you have shaved your pussy. Pussy juice starts to run down your legs, a beautiful evidence of the extent of your arousal.
But it is your nipples I want now, darling. They too betray your almost uncontrollable desire to be fucked. They are so erect, baby. I look you directly in your eyes as I reach out with both hands and grasp each one between finger and thumb and pinch them hard. You gasp at the new combination of joy and pain but manage to keep my gaze. Good girl.
As my cock swings in front of me I reach down to the pocket of my trousers, still pushed only part way down my thighs, and pull out a little present for you. It is a pair of platinum nipple clamps, joined with a chain, and in the centre of the chain is clipped a medium sized solid metal butt plug. I show it to you, and to our audience, and smile. I think they are going to enjoy this. I know you are.
I walk round again so I am behind you. You know to keep your place, perfectly still, looking forward, and as I move I step out of the way of our most privileged guests in front of you, who can now admire your breasts. I know how much our most particularly friend in front of you would love to take your nipples in her mouth. We will let her later.
Positioned behind you now you feel my hand gently in the small of your back, and obediently bend forward again. Your white dress is now a heap on the floor round your ankles, so I sweep it to the side so you are fully naked, save your bra. It is time to part your legs a little more, baby. I move to the side so the camera can have an unobstructed view of your bottom. And more importantly an unobstructed view of your asshole as I use both hands to part your cheeks.
No, actually, I need you to do this. Give me your hands darling, and copy what I have done. You know the routine. You dutifully take each cheek in the palm of a hand, tuck three fingers into your crack, and open yourself up as wide as you can. How beautiful is that. You can feel the heat still rising from your cheeks from the beating you have taken. Your hands will soon start to sweat so I lose no time in what I am going to do next.
The heat of the orgy outside has slackened somewhat, as almost everyone is now drawn to the screen. Women who one moment ago had a mouthful of cock or pussy have sensed the interest and temporarily abandoned their nourishment to stare at your asshole. The camera has come in so close and the screens are so big, your asshole is about three metres diameter to them. Such exquisite detail they can see as you wait patiently with your cheeks spread.
You lubed your ass well before we started but I wipe my middle finger along your pussy lips, which makes you shudder, before I very slowly move it into the centre of their viewing pleasure and press it on your anal hole. A collective gasp of appreciation inside and outside the room as I slip my finger in to the first joint. But I am not finger fucking you just yet. This is just opening you up a little.
