{This is a cuckold story. If I still get your comment after reading it knowing that, then it means you can't be helped}
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I'm Scott, my wife's name is Madelaine. Her basic nature is that she is a slut. She loves sex. More to the point, she loves being taken, used hard, treated like she's just a sex object. My part in it has grown over the couple years we've been together. I'm older than her and I was previously married. Maddy had always been promiscuous and I had to learn quickly how much. We learned together what each other got off on. It may be hard to believe, but we're very much in love. We have a connection that goes far beyond sex. It's what makes the extracurricular activities work, for us. It led to our recent wild marriage and honeymoon.
When it began, Maddy slowly revealed her sexual nature to me. Not to say she wasn't sexual from the start. She gave me the best blowjob I'd ever had on our very first date. But, her TRUE nature, mentioned above, was revealed over time. She'd, "done it all." She sucked off our neighbor. She fucked someone she'd met at the bar. She'd gotten into a "long term" sexual relationship with a coworker of mine. She'd even gone back to her ex boyfriend, with help from my set up, who was a cruel, perverted bastard. I had pushed her to re-experience it, he being the reason she probably liked that kind of use now.
In the meantime, I had discovered I had my own hidden desire, fetish, whatever you want to call it. We were very open with everything she ever did. I heard all about it, all her thoughts, feelings on everything. We'd both discovered that I had a bit of a submissive streak myself. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed her teasing, when describing what she'd done. It was a big part of our enjoyment of the whole thing, her coming home after doing something sexually outrageous, then describing it to me while she got me off with teasing and taunting. I learned that I loved the humiliation in that, as long as she was sharing it with me. I'm a cuckold, or a wittol, depending on your definition. I like my girlfriend, now wife, to have sex with other people, fully with my knowledge, then share it with me. There are no secrets between us.
I'd proposed to Maddy and she accepted. We continued the wittol/cuckold, hotwife lifestyle. Eventually, the time came when both of us wanted to get married. We both knew it wasn't going to be conventional. We both were actually insistent that it wouldn't be. We talked at length about it. We both had our own wants and desires and we shared them. We both decided to write down our list of "expectations." We knew what each other wanted, and were both willing to make it happen.
The wedding. Even though we'd shared most of our thoughts about things we wanted to happen, we agreed that the actual execution of things should be surprises, or even spontaneous, if the occasion arose. We had decided on a very small wedding. She had no family near to speak of, and the rest of her family wasn't close. I had already been married so I didn't want, or need, a big wedding either. Basically it was going to be mostly my friends, and a couple family members.
The first sign that it wasn't going to be a typical wedding or marriage was when Maddy came to me and asked, "So, who is going to be your best man?"
"I was going to ask my cousin, John," I said.
She gave me a disapproving look and said, "I don't think he's a good choice. We barely have seen him. I've met him, what, twice? And, he's the one that likes to hit on me, especially when he's drunk, remember?"
I laughed. "Pretty much everyone likes to hit on you and, you seem to enjoy it. But, if not John, then who, my Uncle Ted?"
She shot me a wicked grin. "I had some thoughts on the matter."
I felt my cock twitch at the way she said it. I knew she was hinting at something.
"What, what?" I asked, realizing I was sounding too excited.
"Remember, you and I promised to make...you know...things happen, right?"
"Yes, but what kind of things are we talking here?"
"Our lists. Our desires. I want certain things, you want certain things."
Her indirectness was making me antsy. "What? Spill it, what's your idea?"
She gave me a sexy smile and said, "I want you to ask Jeff to be your best man."
I swear the top of my head felt like popping. Jeff, the lying, conniving, two faced bastard that had been fucking her. All the while he pretended to be my best friend at work. I knew he'd been talking about Maddy and I, ever since he'd banged her. No doubt it is the talk of the office, behind my back.
"What? Why the fuck would I want to ask him to be...that?" I said, more in frustration than anger, there was very little she could do that would anger me.
"Who said anything about you wanting it. *I* want it," she grinned cruelly. "I want it for me. I want it for you. Imagine, him standing next to us when we say our vows. All three of us knowing he's fucked me in nearly every possible way, and perhaps even some of our audience knowing as well. Though, it's been awhile now...maybe he's forgotten," she joked.
I was flabbergasted. She was as creative as I usually was about these things. "Fuck," I grimaced, "you know how embarrassing that'll be for me?"
"Yes," she beamed. "That's exactly why I want it."
So it was. Jeff was our best man. His grin was so smug when I asked him. He had no idea I knew everything about he and Maddy. He was his normal, cocky self, believing he had a secret on me. I nearly wanted to punch him out, but I knew better. I knew that it would work out because it always worked out for Maddy. We had already agreed on some of the things we'd fantasized about for the pre-wedding, wedding, and after. How it was to occur was up to us. Maddy said she had something in mind for before the wedding. I knew that meant for me not to plan anything, she'd take care of it.
The night before the wedding we had a party at a favorite restaurant of ours. Only ten of us attended. Me, Maddy, Jeff, cousin John and his girlfriend Julie, Uncle Ted and Aunt Millie, and a three of my other friends. I was on edge, not just because I was about to be remarried, but because I knew Madelaine was up to something. We'd forgone sex for two weeks which, for me isn't as big a deal as it is for Maddy but she insisted on it. She got horny as hell when she wasn't getting it, which worked out perfectly for what she wanted to do.
Maddy is quite the dancer while I'm more of a shuffle and rock back and forth kind of guy. We both liked that she loved dancing with other people, it often led to other things. However, on this night, the other people involved were family and friends. I wasn't sure how it would work out if she was planning anything. Still, I watched her shimmy and sway which is very sexy, I must say. I grimaced each time she went to the dance floor with Jeff, who got to enjoy several slow dances with her. Maddy was wearing a shimmery black top which hung loosely on her, with help from her nicely sized tits. She had on a matching skirt which came above her knee. Sexy, but in a muted, classy way. She also danced with each of the other men in our party. I wondered what was in her sexually devious mind each time a different guy spun her around on the dance floor. A couple hours into the night, after we'd had dinner and had retired to the bar, she came up to me, obviously slightly tipsy.
"That Jeff," she giggled.
"What? What did he do, what did he say?"
"Oh, he's been drinking a bit, but he whispered how much he misses fucking my sweet pussy."
"I'll bet," I said knowingly, that much we could agree on.
"He also kind of asked me if I realized I was making a mistake..." she chuckled.
"About?"
