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.
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.
