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Ch05 A Wedding Gift

Ch05 A Wedding Gift

by jacsladder
19 min read
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adultfiction

The next part of our journey with Steve is exactly as it happened. Other than the change in names, every detail comes straight from my journal. To this day, it remains my most vivid yet surreal memory. I told this once to my best friend and he didn't believe me until Cindy confirmed every detail... but that is another story.

Steve left the following week to Milwaukee and California on a business trip to help open a new dealership for his friend. Over the next few months, he would call Cindy at least once a week. Every night I would get anxious when Cindy called hoping she would tell me Steve called.

On a couple of occasions, on the weekends, Cindy might get a call while I was visiting and if we were lucky and her parents weren't home, she would take the phone into the bedroom and end up using her pocket-rocket to get off. I was only allowed to watch and listen to her end of the conversation. I would lay next to her on the bed and stroke myself as she moaned and had phone sex with Steve.

Even though I couldn't really hear his end of the conversation, I knew he was talking about me with her responses.

"Yes, he is," she would say. "Yeah. It's getting hard. No, not even close."

"Yours," was a frequent respond and it doesn't take a great deal of imagination to know he is asking which cock she prefers or which one was bigger.

One of the conversations that didn't let me last long was, "I don't want to. No," she pleaded. Then she looked at me after a little moaning and said, "Babe, he wants to know if you enjoy knowing this pussy belongs to him?" and after a brief pause said, "Sorry, this cunt belongs to him?"

It didn't take long for her to tell him, "He is nodding yes and came at the same time." She giggled and went back to moaning and playing with her pocket-rocket.

One night I remember her having me stand next to her bed as she described my dick to Steve. She even wrapped her hand around it and gave details as to how thin and short it was. It was humiliating. She looked up making sure I wasn't getting upset but she always mentioned how hard I was when she talked about me in front of me. I couldn't lie.

She would try to give compliments but I could hear him coercing her to admit one thing or the other.

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Life got crazy a few months before our wedding and the whole Steve thing was put on the back burner. We spent most nights and weekends finalizing plans, helping prepare some of the decorations, and helping prepare for out-of-town family arrivals. I didn't really remember Steve during that period of time.

We got so busy and were so exhausted, our own sex life was sparse. About two months before our wedding, Cindy suggested we hold off all sexual activity. She had always thought she would be a virgin for her wedding night and felt this would be the closest thing to it. She thought it would enhance our wedding night with anticipation and excitement. I thought it might, so we were celibate for 2 months.

As the weeks passed, my thoughts of Steve and Cindy were becoming dominant. I never brought it up but kept hoping she would tell me he called or she had fantasies.

I finally broke down as we were just a week away from our wedding and asked if she spoke to Steve. She mentioned he called a couple of times but nothing happened. He was getting ready to come back and was slammed with work. I asked if she had phone sex, and she also said it didn't happen.

"He paged me while I was at work. Not the best place to get sexy," she laughed. "He is wrapping up his work and will be coming back in June." This was one month after our wedding and although I was disappointed, I knew the wedding kept me busy.

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At last, the wedding day was here, and it was amazing. We had almost 250 people show up at the church. The ceremony was flawless.

I remember seeing Cindy for the first time in a breathtaking wedding dress. It was a stunning white, floor length dress with a short court on the back. It was sleeveless with a deep V-neckline and without a lot of lace or decorations. She always wanted a simple and elegant design, and she looked breathtaking.

When the ceremony finished, we left to the hotel where we had our reception. our wedding court had photos taken at the hotel's majestic lobby before most of our guests arrived. Then we were taken to a special waiting room to let everyone settle in before our presentation.

Cindy and her sisters went up to what would be our honeymoon suite. She had brought a reception dress which looked more like a short wedding dress but was more comfortable to dance in. Dancing was Cindy's thing, and she didn't want to be restricted by the longer wedding dress.

Fifteen minutes later I saw Kristina and Cassie come back into the waiting room without Cindy. I was surprised they returned so quickly but Kristina explained that Cindy wanted some time by herself get the room ready for tonight. She was apparently excited to decorate it.

I took the opportunity to walk into the reception area, mingle with the guests and enjoy some of the appetizers floating around. I talked to our master of ceremony (MC) and confirm some music choices and to add the name of an addition family member to our wedding court.

It took a while before all our guests arrived. I made sure everyone was being taken care of and having a good time. The MC came up to me and let me know that Cindy was on her way down. I honestly had no idea of what time it was, but I remember Cindy's father looking at me and tapping his watch.

I shrugged my shoulders, and he said, "Get used to it. Once you are married, you will be waiting a lot."

Finally, her sister got my attention and waved me to head back to the waiting room. Cindy was there in her stunning white midi dress. It went just below the knees and had thin straps. It was just as simple as her dress but flowy and perfect for dancing all night long. She walked up to me and passionately kissed me. "I am so in love with you," she whispered in my ear. Everyone in the room was cheering. She pulled back and looking into my eyes said, "Ready to do this?"

We danced the night away. We would occasionally whisper to each other things like, "Can't wait to go upstairs," and "Hope you are ready for tonight!" It was an amazing time.

It was now past 1 a.m. when Cindy and I bid our farewells to the remaining guests and headed to our suite. I carried her into the room, and she was surprised to see all the flower pedals and flowers around the room. On the table, in the middle of the room, was a bucket of ice and a champagne bottle along with a tray of chocolate covered strawberries.

She was in the room earlier and none of this was there. I explained I had the hotel concierge setup the room while we were both at the reception. They did an amazing job.

We immediately began kissing and it quickly got heated. Our hands explored each other frantically as we pulled each other towards the bed. Cindy pulled me to the side of the bed and pushed me to sit. She stood in front of me and smiled as my hands wrapped around her thighs over her dress.

She removed my hands and said, "Do you want your wedding present?"

I smiled and nodded.

She took my hand and placed it under her dress.

"You weren't wearing anything all night?" I asked.

She smiled.

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As I said those words, my eyes flared. My fingertips felt a very smooth and shaved mound. She looked right into my eyes and went back to kissing me. Cindy had never shaved and in fact would say she didn't want to because she felt it objectified women. I didn't care why she changed her mind; I was just enjoying it.

As I ran my fingers through her silky lips, the wetness covered my hand. I rubbed it all over her hairless skin like a lotion. It was an incredible feeling since I had never felt a shaved woman before.

"Oh my god, I love my present," I said to her.

"Oh, there's more," she whispered.

She reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a polaroid picture. She handed it to me as I kept rubbing her thighs and pussy. It took a moment to realize what I was looking at. As this is happening, she had placed her hand over my hand and pushed and rub her clitoris.

I looked up at her and looked back at the photo.

"I don't get it. Wait... is this you?"

Cindy nodded with a huge smile.

The polaroid was taken from an arm's length, and it was Cindy laying down with her wedding dress pulled up above her waist. Her legs were parted, and someone's hand was gripping one thigh and her hand gripped her other thigh to keep them spread. She was wearing no panties and had a cock buried deep inside her shaved pussy.

I looked up and asked, "When did," but she cut me off.

"Shh! Just look at it." I stared a bit longer and she kept rubbing my hand on her clit, harder and harder. She was actually moaning.

I was getting aroused but was still trying to wrap my head and figure out what I was missing in the photo.

Then it hit me like a truck.

Cindy's hand had her wedding ring on it. Holy shit, this happened tonight. This happened before the reception.

"That's your ring!" was all I could say and then another thing hit me.

"Is that a tattoo?"

As I finished those words, Cindy made a deep moaning sound as she orgasmed into my hand. She was soaking wet and my hand was covered in silkiness.

She walked over to the other side of me and pulled herself to the middle of the bed. She laid back and slowly pulled her dress up until her newly shaved pussy was on display for me.

I was about to ask another question when she placed her finger on her lips and hushed me. She parted her legs and gestured for me to get a closer.

I was rock hard at this point and just wanted to cum.

I situated myself between her legs and looked at her beautiful wet lips. She placed both of her hands on her thighs, spreading her legs all the way apart. It was almost like the photo with one hand showing her wedding ring. I stared in amazement while my mind struggled to make sense of it all.

'Did my wife get fucked by another man on our wedding night before me?' was all I could think.

As I looked, I could see the details of the small tattoo which was about 1 inch from the top of her slit. It was the outline of a 5-point star with the letter 'S' in the middle. It took me a minute, but it suddenly came to me. I had seen this artwork before. It was the star on the side of Steve's boat. My wife was branded, and I wasn't sure how I was feeling about all of this.

Cindy gripped the back of my head with both hands and pushed me into her wet and dripping pussy. I didn't resist. Actually, I wanted this. I wanted this more than anything. I knew who's cock was in here a few hours ago and I was burying my tongue as far in as I could go. All the while, I was stroking my cock like a teenager and their first Playboy magazine.

I took every drop of hers. I sucked on her clit and ran my tongue all the way down her ass, over and over. She pushed my head so hard I had to pull back at one point to catch my breath.

Cindy let out a loud moan as she came again. She pulled me up and asked, "Do you want to go inside?"

I nodded and couldn't think of anything to say.

As I pulled my pants and underwear off, she asked me, "Do you like it?"

I was about to answer, and she put her fingers over her lips again.

I nodded. I couldn't articulate my thoughts.

As I scooted up between her legs, she grabbed the polaroid photo and held it on her stomach. There I was, making love to my bride as she looked up at me and held the photo of her being fucked by another man on our wedding night.

"I love you so much," she whispered.

I started to thrust slowly because I knew at this point, I wasn't going to last long. I didn't want my first time as husband and wife to be such a disappointment.

"He said this would be the best wedding present I could ever give you. I wasn't convinced but he insisted. Seeing how hard you are and how you made me cum twice, I think this was the best present for both of us. I really hope you like it."

I nodded as I kept thrusting. She looked beautiful.

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"You make me the happiest woman ever. I love knowing I am your wife. You know, I only love you, right?" she asked.

I nodded again.

"He didn't let me have an orgasm. He said he wanted to be the first to fuck me but you should be the first to make me cum. It was his present to you."

I looked at her with at puzzled expression.

"I didn't cum, but he did... all over the tattoo. I had to give him a blowjob and as he was about to cum, he pushed me on the bed and came on me."

That is all it took. Going slow didn't help the effort of delaying my orgasm. After hearing those words, I exploded inside my wife. On her wedding night, Cindy had two men fill her up.

I laid next to her and kissed for a very long time. After a spending most of the night worshiping her body, she asked, "Do you want to hear everything?"

"Yes," I insisted.

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A FEW MONTHS AGO

While Steve was out of state, I knew he called Cindy at night. I enjoyed watching her talk to him and touch herself. I also knew they spoke occasionally while Cindy was at work. Steve would always ask her if she was really going to get married and she would happily tell him how in love she was with me. Then he started to ask about our wedding and honeymoon plans.

In one of those conversations, she admitted she was having a hard time coming up with a wedding present for me. He came up with several ideas and she shot them all down. He also suggested she get a piercing on her pussy lips or nipples, but she was too terrified.

Finally, he suggested a tattoo and noticed she didn't shoot down the idea as quickly. He brought up having him pick the tattoo. She shot that idea down quickly but he kept suggesting how turned on I would get. She wasn't convinced but he insisted I would love it. He was so confident in his recommendation; he had Cindy bring up scenarios when her and I were having sex to see my reaction.

I remember a few of these scenarios and at the time thought they were wild even for her.

In one scenario she said, "You are sitting at the bar and have been waiting for an hour. Finally, you see Steve and I walk in and sit at a high-top. His hand is constantly stroking my legs and edging up my skirt. A few of his friends show up and sit with us. The whole time you watch him treat me like I was his girlfriend."

"At one point, Steve reaches over and squeezes my breast and nods to his friend to do the same. His friend reaches over and spends a few seconds groping me as I smile. Then we all stand up and walk out of the bar and I look over at you for a brief smile."

Another time she brought up an outrageous scenario that had me jerk off twice.

"Steve calls you and tells you to buy a special outfit for her date night with him. He tells you he is planning on taking me to a friend's bachelor party. Most of the guys are bringing dates, not wives or girlfriends." She had me describe the outfit I would buy for her and then continued with the scenario.

"I leave wearing the outfit you bought. Steve calls you a couple of times throughout the night to let you know what he was doing with me." Then she asked me to describe the things he had her do.

Cindy would tell Steve how these conversations went, and he explained to her how his suggestion of the tattoo would be amazing. As Steve continued to coax Cindy into getting the tattoo, she couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension. The idea of having Steve's mark on her body was undeniably alluring, but the thought of bearing herself to a stranger made her stomach churn with unease.

Steve, however, was relentless in his persuasion. He reminded Cindy of the excitement she'd feel once the tattoo was done and how much her future husband would love it. He even suggested that the tattoo could be a secret reminder of their forbidden desires, a constant reminder of the passion they shared.

Despite her reservations, Cindy found herself agreeing to the appointment at Steve's friend's tattoo shop. As the day approached, her nerves grew stronger, and she couldn't help but wonder if this was truly the right decision.

When the day finally arrived, Cindy sat nervously in the tattoo shop, clad in nothing but a shirt and a sheet to cover her lower half. The artist, a burly man with a thick beard and a leering grin, seemed to sense her apprehension and made no effort to put her at ease.

As the artist began to work on the tattoo, Cindy felt a strange mixture of pain and pleasure. The sensation of the needle pricking her skin was initially unbearable, but as she watched the star tattoo take shape, she found herself becoming more and more aroused.

The artist, noticing her reaction, couldn't help but chuckle. "You like that, do you?" he said with a knowing smirk. "Well, don't worry, we're not done yet."

As he continued to work on the tattoo, his hands brushed against Cindy's sensitive flesh, causing her to gasp. The artist seemed to take delight in her response, teasing her with his touch as he worked his magic. Every wipe got closer and closer to her lips. She knew she was getting wet and his smile told her he knew it too.

By the time the session was over, Cindy was left feeling both exhilarated and exposed. The tattoo, a symbol of her forbidden desires, was now etched permanently onto her skin, a reminder of the secret passions she shared with Steve.

At the end, he took lotion and massaged and rubbed her inner thighs and pelvic area. He did this a couple of times. Cindy kept wondering if this is how all tattoo artists work down there or of this guy was taking advantage of the situation.

After he was done, she looked down and saw he had tattooed a star. She thought it looked great. He then told her to come back the following week to finish it. He said he wanted to make sure she didn't have a reaction before doing more. I told her it wasn't really a thing to make a small tattoo take two visits and she figured it was Steve's idea.

When she came back for the second visit, the tattoo artist put the letter 'S' in the middle of the star in blue ink and filled the background. It was then that Cindy realized Steve had put the same artwork on her that he put on his boat.

As she left the shop, her mind raced with thoughts of what was to come. Would her husband approve of this bold and taboo statement? Would the tattoo serve as a reminder of the love and lust they shared, or would it be a source of guilt and shame?

Two months before our wedding Cindy suggested we put our sexual activities on hold until our wedding night. Her pretense was it would be more exciting to rediscover each other on our wedding night. All mention of Steve was also stopped on her side to prevent anything from getting out of control.

When she spoke to Steve he asked, "Did you enjoy it? I hope he took good care of you."

A month later, Steve told Cindy he was ending his contract in California and would be back in Miami a few days before her wedding. This is when he came up with the last part of the wedding present. Cindy really wasn't expecting there to be more to his plan. Mostly, she feared getting caught.

This is how the events unfolded at our wedding.

When we arrived at the hotel, Cindy and her sisters went upstairs to the honeymoon sweet to help Cindy get ready for the party. Her sisters quickly changed into more comfortable dresses and were about to help Cindy when she asked them to just unbutton the back and let her be by herself.

She said she wanted to soak in the moment and had to prepare some things in the room for the night. No one questioned her and after undoing the back of her dress, they left to go down to the cocktail party.

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