The wedding party was in full swing. Marion, my bride, was being fucked by her father John, while his other son in law was tongue fucking his ass.
I was exploring the pain thresholds of my new mother in law while she sucked one son and was being fucked by another. Terry had already dumped his load in my wife's mouth and was sitting recovering and having a drink with his sister Pauline. A pretty standard wedding party eh?
Handing JJ the spoon to continue the assault on his mother's tits, I climbed off the table resumed my seat where I could watch Marion as her father pumped his cock into her to the hilt and filled her with his cum. Marion was coated in sweat, her make-up, so carefully applied that morning, was running down the side of her face.
"Having a good time baby?" She asked me.
"I've been to worse weddings." I laughed back at her. "This is some family you have."
A frown crossed her beautiful face, "It's not creeping you out is it? You said you wanted this."
I leaned in and kissed her, I could smell Terry's cum drying on her face.
"Relax baby, I just wish you had told me sooner."
I tensed as Pauline stood beside me, I thought her a bitch from hell and liked her least of my new family.
"You freaking out yet?"
"No, just enjoying watching."
She just raised her eyebrows and looked down the table.
"Look, I am sorry about that night. In the car, you know."
"It's ok. Don't worry about it, water under the bridge and all that."
"No it was not ok. Come on, I want to talk to you."
She grabbed my arm and brought me into the garden, I took the seat where a few short weeks ago I had waited for John. The night air was cool and fresh and for a moment all was quiet, the only noise the rustle of the trees enclosing the garden.
"I am a class A bitch, I know I am, but the best thing about me is that I love my family. Not only that kind of loving," she nodded her head towards the house, "but I will do everything in my power to protect them." She held up her hand to stop me interrupting. "Marion may be my big sister, but she has always been a bit naive. John Marshall's reaction to this, tore her apart. It took her a long time to get over him. You do the same to her," she grabbed my balls and squeezed, hard, "and I will cut these off."
The pain burst in my head and my temper flared, I slapped her hand away and grabbed her crotch through the soft leather.
"And you touch my cock again without an invitation and I'll weld this closed."
She laughed. "We understand each other then."
"Completely."
My balls throbbed but my temper was dying as quickly as it had risen, she was just trying to protect her family. I could respect that. As she headed back to the door, I called after her.
"What is it with you, the whole leather thing, Sam in a collar and being such a fucking bitch?"
She stopped and turned, "It is hard not to bring work home with me sometimes." She looked towards the house for a moment and then came back to the seats.
"Hi Tom, I am Pasha, professional Dominatrix." I shook her outstretched hand.
"Your face is a picture bro." She paused and seemed to make a decision. "Dad has always liked a little pain with his sex." I nodded as she continued: "When he tried to break me we discovered I was more like him than Mom or Marion. I like to give pain and sure as hell not receive it."
She paused again letting her words sink in.
"Go on."
"Well, I was never good at anything at school, but it turned out this was something I was good at. I looked into it a bit, joined a few websites and found that there are plenty of guys out there who wanted to be treated like shit and will pay for the pleasure. Taa daa, my career path was chosen for me by genetics."
"And Sam?"
"Ah Sam, my wonderful husband, my wonderful submissive, my man." She laughed again. "One of my cardinal rules was to always avoid getting too emotionally involved with my clients. But Sam, well he kind of wormed his way in." She paused, smiling at some memories in her head. "And well, he may not have the biggest cock in the world, but I am telling you, his mouth can send me to heaven."
My head was swirling again. What a family! What a dysfunctional, gloriously original family.
"We had best get back, or they will think I am giving you 40 lashes."
Ignoring the rest of the room when we got back, I went over to Marion, she looked worn out. I kissed her lightly and looked out across her body spread on the table. Her heavy tits, her flat stomach, her shaven pussy and her legs. "Baby there may not be a lot of you, but you are perfect. I love you."
A chorus of Awww's went up from the rest of the family. I hadn't realised they were listening. Even Martha, with a mouth full of fat cock was smiling at us.
Martin slapped me on the back. "If you really want to be part of this family, Tom, you have to fuck Mom."
Now to be honest, while I had been as horny as hell watching the action earlier, after the assault on my balls by Pauline, I was a bit nervous about performing in front of them all. It was Pauline who came to my defence. "Leave him be, when he is ready."
I nodded my thanks to her but I sensed my nerves changing the atmosphere and regretted it.
"I think I shall take my beautiful slut wife upstairs and get started on our honeymoon." Untying Marion, I carried her upstairs to her old bedroom.
"You ok babe?"
"Sure honey, just wanted you to myself for a bit."
Marion knew me well enough to know when not to push it and she slowly undressed me. After releasing my cock she gently began to lick and suck me. I let her take it at her own pace, enjoying her slow exploration as if it was the first time she had tasted me. The tension left me and pulling her onto the bed I made love to my wife for the first time.
