The Wedding Dress Roleplay: A Night of Dominance, Submission, and Desire

We’re a Married Couple: She’s 31, Dom; He’s 37, Sub

We've been together for ten years, and we'd like to share one of our amazing dates with you. This one was with Jenny’s new fling—the owner of the gym she goes to. He’s tall, ripped, and exactly her type. He’s also bi, which is perfect for Jenny, as she loves forced bisexuality, so this was a major turn-on for her. (If that’s not your thing, you might want to skip this.)

So, in the summer, we planned a special date. We arranged to meet at a private wellness center. I was there waiting, and they arrived, allowing me to take care of both of them. Jenny was in heaven as I pleased him, kissing his feet, licking his balls, and more. Even though I'm straight, my kink for humiliation makes these scenarios really exciting for me. With this guy, it was like living out exactly those porn scenes where I’m lying on my back, Jenny’s on top of me, he’s inside her, and I’m licking his balls. During this wellness date, we even planned for a special roleplay with our wedding attire the following Friday. So Jenny had her fun, he gave me a thorough throat fuck, and I was ordered not to climax until our next date.

The Date with the Gym Owner and the “Wedding Dress” Roleplay

For Friday, we booked a hotel in the heart of Prague. We arrived with a suitcase holding Jenny's wedding dress—the one she wore when she married me. She dressed up in it, did her makeup beautifully, and, at the agreed time, her lover arrived. We roleplayed that, while Jenny had married me, her wedding night was actually going to be with him. He pounced on her, tearing that dress apart. Buttons flew, seams ripped. It was intense and exhilarating. I was tied to the bed, where they had sex, then they moved around the room and eventually ended up in the bathroom, where I could only listen.

When they finished, they lay on top of me, chatting and cuddling. Then, he left, and Jenny turned to me, saying, "Welcome to marriage, love." I thought I was going to burst—both from the chastity cage and the intensity of the night. She untied me, and we cleaned up the room before heading home. Jenny was thrilled with how everything had gone and couldn’t wait to finally have sex with me at home.

After two incredible dates and a week without release, I could hardly wait. When we got home, we headed to the bedroom, and Jenny unlocked me. I was overjoyed. She spread her legs, I entered her, but she was swollen and sore from her experience. She winced in pain and kicked me away. Her hips were hurting too much from everything, so she couldn’t go any further. That’s when it hit me—that wedding night truly was given to her lover and not me. 🙂

I had to lock myself back up, which was difficult with how hard I was. I took a vibrator and gave her an orgasm, held her, and waited for her to fall asleep in my arms. I got up to wash up, unlocked myself before bed, and resisted the temptation to release. But it was worth it because, the next morning, I finally got my reward.