Firstly, save yourself from the grief and do not read this story if you don't like cuckold stories.
This is the fifth part in the Hotwife Tiia series. If you haven't read the earlier parts, I encourage you to do so. I've been editing this part for a long time, and I apologize for the delay. Those of you who are interested in reading more about the characters Jakob and Miranda, there will be a spin-off story about them in the near future. Tiia's Hotwifing adventures will continue with one more part.
As always, all characters are over 18. Please leave feedback and vote. Thank you.
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It was the beginning of May, and once again we were at Gary's Villa. This time the gathering was held in a different setting than the last time we were here with my fiancée Tiia. Today, I was going to marry her and make her my Hotwife for real.
The months and weeks leading up to the wedding had been extremely busy. The parents, mostly Tiia's, had insisted on a larger spectacle and a church wedding, but after countless phone calls and arguments, they finally agreed to a smaller ceremony.
I was glad Tiia had stayed adamant and had been able to convince them that a small and intimate ceremony among family and friends was all we wanted. When we had asked Gary, who was her father's ex-business partner and an old family friend, if it would be possible to arrange the wedding at his Villa, he had been more than happy to oblige us. Things had started to run smoothly from there.
"Let me help you, son," my Dad said when my third attempt to tie my tie failed.
"You are nervous, and that's understandable."
"No, not nervous. I'm anxious to get married. I have been waiting for this day. I couldn't be happier. She is the perfect woman for me."
I am sure that if my father had known all the dimensions of our relationship, he wouldn't have understood why I had chosen those exact words, but this was my life, and I was happy with it. I had been waiting for this day for almost six months.
"She is an exceptional woman, beautiful, friendly, and hardworking. She's good with kids too," Dad continued to praise Tiia.
It was true; she got along great with my sister's kids, and whenever one of her friends brought kids to visit, she loved to spend time with them and had energy to play. She would be a good mother one day.
"I know I have asked this before, but have you thought about having your own children yet? You are not getting any younger, you know." My birthday was just around the corner, and I was going to be 36 soon, so Dad's question was relevant.
The truth was we had already decided to start trying for a child after our honeymoon, but until then, Tiia didn't want to get off the pill. Part of the reason she didn't want to stop using birth control was the fact we were going to spend two nights in Gary's Villa, who was her latest Bull and whose cock she loved, but also because we had planned a short trip for our honeymoon. Even though it was only going to be a three-day visit to Las Vegas.
Yesterday Tiia had asked me would it be okay if she would visit Gary quickly because she had felt the need to have another man's cock in her pussy. Of course, I had agreed and might have even encouraged her to go to him. Unfortunately I couldn't go with her cause both our families were already here, but she had spent two hours fucking with him in the sauna building. We were going to spend our wedding night there.
When she had sneaked back to our bed on the main building late at night, I had licked her cum filled pussy clean and made love to her slowly.
My parents had become more and more anxious to know when they would have a third grandkid, so I laughed at his question.
"We have thought about it, as you are very well aware, and I'm sure we will have news for you soon," I said to my father, and he smiled.
"There you go, son." He said when he got the tie right.
We looked at our reflection in the mirror, and he patted my shoulder. "Now, let's go. Guests are waiting."
Both our families and a few more distant relatives of Tiia had gathered to celebrate our wedding. Sadly, none of my friends were able to come, but I was glad Jakob and Miranda were here. We had become close friends with Jakob during the last few months.
After Tiia had enjoyed a weekend full of sex with Gary the last time we were here, Miranda had come to talk with us. She had opened up about their situation with Jakob. Mainly their sexual problems. After she had found out about our arrangement, she had fallen in love with the idea of being a Hotwife herself and came to ask me to talk with Jakob about it.
I had declined. I felt it wasn't my place to introduce the idea to him, but I told her if they ever got that far, to try it, I would be there to support them with Tiia.
Sometime after, Miranda had confronted Jakob. She told him about the idea of her looking for a lover to fulfill the need he couldn't give her. At first, it had seemed he would take it well, but then he had had an emotional breakdown. Jakob had left the house and was nowhere to be found. When he didn't return home, she called me.
I found him in his favorite bar, and after we started talking, I quickly noticed I had gotten myself involved in their situation even when I had decided not to do so. We had a long talk with him, and a lot to drink. In some weird way, when we were opening up to each other, I felt comfortable revealing to him that Tiia had been enjoying other men for almost a year already. I told him I already was the cuckold Miranda wanted him to be.
He took it pretty well, all things considered, and when he told me about Miranda's need to have other men to satisfy her, I came to realize she had a lot in common with Tiia. For a few months already, I had been toying with the idea that maybe I wasn't the one who introduced the Hotwife fantasy to her, but the other way around. My fiancée truly had more sexual energy than any one man could handle.
Now, when I think about all that happened in retrospect, I see that something good came out of all of it. I had helped Jakob and Miranda solve their issues, and we had become good friends. He was the only friend of mine who knew the truth about our Hotwifing hobby with Tiia. I knew I could trust him, and that's why I had asked him to be my best man.
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When Tiia walked through the grass-covered aisle, my heart filled with happiness. She looked so beautiful in her white dress. Her radiant smile and eyes fixed on mine made my heart melt. I was sure no man was luckier than I.
Jakob had to nudge me when my concentration had vanished in front of her beauty, and I didn't notice my cue to go to her. Everyone started to laugh.
I quickly recovered. "I owe my best man a huge one. Apparently, I needed a gentle nudge to remember my responsibilities. But honestly, could you blame me? Look at her! She's absolutely perfect."
I managed to make everyone clap and smile. I saw how Tiia blushed. I went to her and kissed her cheek. That's when the pastor had to remind me that the time for kissing was later. It was his turn to make everyone laugh.
The ceremony itself was short, like we had wanted, and when the pastor got to the culmination point, he looked at Tiia.
"Do you want this man to be your husband, promise to love him, respect him, and be faithful to him in all circumstances, for all the days of your life?
She winked at me when she answered, "I do."
After the pastor had read me the same litany and received an affirmative answer, he finally asked me to give her the ring. As I was putting the wedding ring on her finger, I couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to look at the ring the next time she wraps her finger around another man's cock.
After the pastor finally gave me permission to kiss my wife. Everyone clapped once again and came to congratulate us.
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I was just dancing with my new wife when we were interrupted by Gary, who held a microphone in his hand, asking for everyone's attention.
When we turned to look, we saw both of our parents and Gary behind the microphone. I looked at Tiia, thinking she might know what was going on, but she was as clueless as me. Gary held an envelope in his hands and motioned for us to come on stage.
