And is surprised at how she feels when the tables are turned.
This story contains elements of BDSM and power exchange. If these elements offend you, find another story. I dedicate this story to Tammy, the first truly free-spirited openly sexual woman I dated, and Amy, who I had the pleasure of meeting. You may want to read Unquenchable Desire chapter 1 before you read this story.
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Harold took a deep breath and counted to ten to calm down. He'd been at the reception for over an hour and couldn't find Tammy anywhere. He lost count of how many people, some he'd only just met, asked him, "Where's Tammy?" The photographer was looking at his watch, waiting to get pictures of the wedding party.
Suddenly, Tammy and her bridesmaid, Amy, rushed into the reception hall, faces flush. Tammy scanned the room and after seeing Harold, walked over to him and kissed him on the cheek.
"Sorry we're late. We got lost on the way to the hall."
Harold quietly seethed. "I told you that taking separate cars wasn't a good idea."
Tammy put her hands on her hips. "Not that argument again. I told you I didn't want to ride in a limousine to my reception."
Harold took Tammy's hand in his. "Let's not fight. The photographer is waiting for us."
Tammy, Amy, Harold, and his best man, Dave, went over to where the photographer was set up. After the pictures, Harold and Tammy cut the wedding cake and stuffed pieces of cake in each other's mouths. After the first dance, Harold relaxed and allowed himself to enjoy the reception. Tammy walked him around the room, introducing Harold to her friends and family.
After a couple of hours, Tammy excused herself to change out of her wedding dress. She and Amy took a little over an hour to change. Just as Harold wondered what was taking so long, Tammy came out, kissed him, and pulled him toward the door.
Harold opened the car door for Tammy. She got in, and he walked around to the driver's side. After he started the car and drove away from the reception hall, he turned to his new wife and asked, "What took you so long to get ready?"
Tammy smiled. "Now Harold, you agreed that I could have fuck friends after we married. Do you want me to tell you every time I fuck someone else?"
Harold was astounded. He never imagined that she would cuckold him on their wedding day. "Did you fuck someone else today?"
Tammy giggled. "Amy's boyfriend, Phil, was so adorable and she was so nice to share him with me. Yes Harold, he fucked me. Twice. Once before the reception and again when we were changing."
"He fucked you in your wedding dress?"
Tammy fluttered her eyelashes. "Kinky, don't you think? Yes, Amy stood beside me and held my wedding dress out of the way while he pounded his cock into my wet, willing pussy. You didn't answer my question. Do you want me to tell you every time I fuck someone else?"
Harold felt humiliated. He wondered how seriously Tammy took their marriage. He wasn't sure he could stand to hear about every fuck. "Um, how about you tell me when I ask you."
Tammy leaned over and kissed Harold on the cheek. "Sounds good."
Tammy napped while Harold drove. It took a couple of hours to get to the cabin in the mountains they rented for a honeymoon weekend. Tammy went inside while Harold got the suitcases out of the car. She was sitting on the bed.
Tammy held her arms up. "Put those suitcases down and get in bed with me."
Harold smiled and jumped into bed. They helped each other out of their clothes. He took her in his arms and kissed her. He squeezed her breast and she squeezed his stiffening cock. She put her nipple in his mouth and he greedily suckled. After a while, she climbed on his shaft and bounced up and down while he squeezed her nipples between his fingers.
Tammy cried out as her body convulsed through an orgasm. She fell on her hands, her breasts swinging over Harold's face.
Tammy looked into Harold's eyes. "Damn, that felt great Harold."
Harold looked away. "As good as Phil?"
A look of concern came over Tammy. "Are you jealous, darling?"
"Um, no, but I'm a bit envious. I thought I'd have you to myself on our honeymoon."
Tammy let herself down on the bed and laid her head on Harold's chest. "So far you have."
Harold put his arm around Tammy. "Not funny. Can I have you to myself this one weekend?"
Tammy snuggled against Harold. "Since we're alone in the mountains, I suspect you'll have me to yourself."
Harold felt relieved. "Thanks Tammy."
"You're welcome, Harold. Do you want me to play with you now?"
"Mmm, that would be nice."
Tammy got up and opened her suitcase. She got a bottle of baby oil, cigarettes, and a lighter. Harold was surprised to look up and see Tammy light a cigarette.
"When did you start smoking Tammy?"
Tammy smiled. "I thought I'd surprise you Harold. After you told me how much it turns you on to see a naked woman smoke. I decided that I could smoke for you when I played with you or whenever you wanted me to."
Harold sat up in bed and hugged Tammy. "Thanks."
Tammy playfully pushed Harold back on the bed. "Lie back and enjoy yourself." She poured baby oil in her palm and rubbed oil on his cock. She had time to enjoy a couple of cigarettes before he came to her stroking.
Harold fell asleep after she cleaned his cock with a hand towel. Tammy took a shower and unpacked the suitcases before she turned off the light and scrambled into bed.
The next morning Tammy got up and fried a few eggs and made toast. After breakfast they found a trail and walked for a couple of hours, enjoying the warm sun and the crisp mountain air. She giggled when he unbuttoned her shirt and played with her breasts in the warm sun on a large rock near the trail.
Tammy made sandwiches for lunch, and afterwards they hung around the cabin, cuddling. After dinner, they went for a walk in the moonlight. Harold unfolded a blanket, and they had loving passionate sex under the stars.
It was the weekend after the honeymoon before Harold could move his clothes into Tammy's place. She had the bigger house, and lived closer to both their jobs. They settled into a domestic routine, although they had a spat the first time Tammy came home from work late.
Tammy kissed Harold on the cheek. "Evening darling."
Harold hugged Tammy. "Where were you?"
Tammy hung up her coat. "I had a fuck date tonight."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Tammy snickered. "I thought you didn't want me to tell you when I had a fuck date."
Harold frowned. "I still want to know when you'll be late. Will you call next time so I don't worry so much?"
Tammy put her hands on Harold's shoulders and kissed him. "You're sweet. Yes, I'll try to call you next time. The date came up suddenly. Do you want to hear about it?"
"Um, maybe after dinner."
"Ok sweetie. What did you have in mind?"
"I made a chicken casserole, but I think it dried out after being in the oven so long."
Tammy laughed. "I never imagined my husband would try and make me feel guilty over a ruined dinner. We can call for a pizza or something."
"Ok." Harold went into the kitchen to throw away the ruined dinner and clean up while Tammy called Papa John's and ordered a large works. The pizza arrived, and Harold opened a bottle of Pinot. They sat down and enjoyed a quiet dinner together. After dinner, she wrapped the leftover pieces in plastic wrap and put them in the refrigerator.
Tammy came out into the living room and sat down next to Harold on the sofa.
Harold put his arm around Tammy. "Did you have fun tonight?"
Tammy smiled. "You want to hear about my fuck date, Harold?"
"I'm all ears, Tammy."
"You know what I want you to do, then."
Harold sighed. He went into the bedroom and undressed. He sat down in a chair and let Tammy tie his wrists behind the back of the chair and his ankles to the legs of the chair. She tickled his cock until it was nice and stiff before she undressed, sat down on the bed, and lit a cigarette. She loved sexually teasing him by talking about her fuck adventures.
"I went out with George, one of my company's clients. He'd been hinting for a couple of months that he'd like to see me after hours, and tonight I decided to take him up on the offer. He took me to his hotel bar, and after a few drinks we went up to his room. After we undressed, I whipped out a new contract for him to sign. He doubled his company's order."
Harold smiled at how resourceful Tammy had been. She smiled as she saw his cock twitch. She took a puff of her cigarette and continued.
"I was surprised at how great a kisser he was. I wasn't expecting much, but he was great. He took his time kissing me and squeezing my nipples before we fucked. I was so anxious and so wet. He couldn't keep his hands off my boobs. They're still a little sore."
"Would you like me to rub lotion on them, darling?"
Tammy laughed. "Maybe later sweetie." She took a puff of her cigarette. "Where was I? His cock was about the same size as yours. He lay back while I climbed on top. He squeezed my breasts while I rode his cock. I came three times before he shot his load. I'm getting horny again just thinking about how great it felt."
Harold sat quietly and watched as Tammy lay back on the bed and played with her clit. He didn't mind so much her fucking other men, but wished she didn't enjoy teasing him about it so much. It only took a few minutes before she shouted and quivered with an orgasm. She rested a while before she got up and untied him from the chair. They kissed and cuddled while showering and went to sleep.
The newlyweds enjoyed pleasing each other sexually. Tammy played with Harold most evenings when he asked. Similarly, Harold went down on Tammy whenever she wanted it.
Tammy surprised Harold at dinner one Friday evening when she nonchalantly mentioned; "I invited Chuck over tomorrow night. Do you want to watch us?"
"Um, does he know we're married?"
Tammy smiled. "No, I don't think I mentioned it to him."
Harold shifted on the couch. "So how many times have you fucked him since we've been married?"
Tammy counted past thirty on her fingers and laughed at the expression of disgust on Harold's face. "I've been over to his place a couple of times."
Harold scowled. "Not funny, Tammy."
Tammy kissed Harold on the cheek. "Don't be so envious, Harold. You make me happy in your own way."
"You mean with my mouth."
Tammy giggled. "Mmm, you bet, pussy boy."
