When Ronnie took me back to my Wedding Reception and I saw my new husband Vic, I blushed and felt guilt pangs as I thought of having just been fucked by 3 different men, before my brand new husband had even kissed me properly.
"I want to make it up to him," I told Ronnie, "So please don't get him so drunk that he can't fuck me, just enough that he won't realise that my pussy and ass maybe aren't as tight as they should be."
"Of course not Gisela," Ronnie said with a grin "I used you as I wanted on your wedding day, and Vic deserves to fuck you after all."
The next few hours seemed to fly past. Vic could hardly wait to get me away to our hotel, and my desires had started surfacing again β I wanted his cock badly β and it would be my fourth one that day.
We left for a local hotel where we would spend one night before leaving for our short honeymoon, and Vic made it clear he wanted to go to our room straight away to fuck me. I had no objections on that score!
Although I had changed into a sober blouse and skirt, at Ronnie's suggestion I had put on my sexiest underwear. I had on a revealing bra, showing off my 34 DD tits to their best, one feature I knew Vic loved. I wore a matching black thong, black lacy suspender belt and sheer black stockings. My heels were 3 inch stilettos, which showed off my legs to their best advantage.
Although Vic had been drinking I knew he would fuck me real good. He was a very fit Special Forces soldier, bigger, younger and stronger than Ronnie, and I was almost drooling, enjoying the sight of his lithe, muscled body as he quickly stripped. My skirt and blouse were almost torn from me and then we were on the bed.