I met my husband when I was 20. He was 15 years older and had been married twice. He knew I was a virgin and although I was ready for sex and made it clear that I could be had about 3 weeks after we started dating, he refused to fuck me until after we were married.
I was more than ready. Mike could get me hot just kissing the back of my neck. I thought he was going to do the deed the week before our wedding. We had been out on the town and came back to my parent’s house. We did a little fooling around on the couch. It was the touchy-feely stuff we had done before but all of a sudden, his hand was in my panties and he was sliding a finger into me. I fell back on the couch and spread my legs wide, my skirt slid up to my waist. I was giving him total freedom to do what he wanted with my body. He jumped up and left me to my own devices. Frustrated, I masturbated twice that night.
The night before our wedding, I tried to get him to fuck me. I shamelessly threw myself at him, tugging his cock out of his pants while he was driving me home. This time, he allowed me to give him a blow job. It was the first time for me. We pulled into the driveway and he spread my legs wide while he fingered me to an almost orgasm. He stopped just short of getting me off and, once again, he left me to satisfy myself.
My wedding dress had a full skirt and 30 buttons down the bodice. It showed off my cleavage and, at Mike's suggestion, I wore thong bikini panties and thigh high nylons underneath. After the wedding, he reached under my dress to remove my garter. Unseen by the crowd, he also stroked my pussy through my panties.
We left for the hotel, still dressed in our wedding attire. On the drive, he reached inside the bodice of my gown and stroked my hardened nipples. He whispered that he had arranged a special treat at the hotel, one that would take care of my pent up frustration. I couldn't wait for him to finally claim my cherry.
I stroked his cock through his pants to make sure he was as excited as I was. When we got to the room, I fell back on the bed. He kissed me deeply and slowly lifted my dress to my waist. He began massaging my cunt. I was so wet the crotch of my panties had disappeared between my pussy lips. I was moaning with anticipation and desire.
He stopped and looked at me. "Do you trust me?" he said. "Of course, I replied. He reached under the bed and produced two hand cuffs. He used them to cuff my hands to the bed. He tied my legs to the foot of the bed with two scarves and slid a pillow under my ass.
He walked over and opened the door to the adjoining room. I was shocked when two men entered. Bill was a tall, muscular Swede. Joe was even bigger, a black man that could have been a pro football player. Both were very good looking and completely naked. I realized why they were here and began to struggle against my constraints.
My new husband sat next to me and ordered me to remain still. He told me he knew I was a far more sexual human being than he was and these two men could service me all night. I was humiliated, lying there with my legs spread for these strangers. Bill began undoing the buttons to my gown and Joe began kissing the inside of my thighs.
When Bill finished unbuttoning me, he looked at my husband and asked if he should continue. To answer him, he reached over and opened my top, exposing my breasts. They’re fairly large and they sagged slightly to the side. Mike pushed them together and offered them to Bill. My nipples were already hard when Bill took one in his mouth. It felt incredibly hot. In spite of myself, I moaned with desire. Joe drew his tongue across my exposed pussy lips, an unexpected sensation that caused me to buck my hips forward. He laughed and cupped my ass in his hands lifting me higher. "This white bitch is so hot, are you sure she's cherry?" he asked my husband.
