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The day of our wedding arrived and Wade had shown up out of the blue. We were a bit unnerved but we were determined not to let it mess up our enjoyment of this important day. We had gone many months without hearing a word from him. Abby had even changed gyms just to make sure she wouldn’t accidentally run into him, mostly for my sake.
We arrived at the reception hall and were announced as Mr. and Mrs. Brookshire. Our friends and family applauded and we looked at each other beaming.
We had our first dance together as a married couple. Our chosen song– “Never My Love” performed by Jakob Dylan and Norah Jones.
The song played out and there was hardly a dry eye in the place. Two young lovers who, although most didn’t know, overcame what could easily have been a relationship ending impasse.
We mingled with guests and took photos with them. I couldn’t help but scan the room on occasion but I never placed my eyes on him. He wasn’t invited. Would he even crash the reception?
I began to breathe easier. Maybe he felt he’d made his point just for being a specter in the church, the ghost of boyfriends past personified.
But then, from out of nowhere, Wade walked up to our table.
“May I have a dance with the bride?” he asked, directed at me.
It was the first time I had even spoken with him. I wasn’t intimidated by him per se, but I wouldn’t want to piss him off for sure. He didn’t seem particularly threatening or give off a vibe that he wanted to start any shit.
As happened frequently with Wade during our relationship, I was torn as to whether she wanted me to be more possessive or if it was better to play it cool and give her the space she needed.
“If she wants to, I don’t see why not.”
“Abby?” he asked, holding a hand out to her.
The music played and some folks were dancing on the floor already. It had been some time since the traditional couple’s dance and all the other special dances had long since happened, so it wasn’t obvious or inappropriate. But still, enough people present knew about her and Wade and those that didn’t were reading the reaction of those who did.
She accepted his hand and stepped on to the floor. And, almost as of timed, the DJ put on the next song and it was a slow song.
I watched them talk low while dancing close together. She kept a smile on her face even though I could tell she was restraining annoyance. A few times she looked at him quite perplexed, but did her best to play off whatever it was that was being said that was getting her goat.
I saw them end a conversation and then split apart to end the dance. They gave each other a seeming chaste hug until it lasted just a few seconds too long.
I watched her and felt pleasure at seeing her again leave him and come to me. Except… I felt something that was difficult to explain.
“Are you ok?” I asked her quietly as she sat back next to me at the main table.
“Yeah,” she replied, but I could tell that her smile was a bit fake, a show for any others watching.
“Let the attention get onto something else and then I’ll explain, ok?”
I nodded and smiled myself.
Not long after, we were summoned to cut the cake together. Big smiles and it seemed that the whispering milling about after the dance with Wade had died down.
We finally had a private moment as we slowly walked back to the main table.
“Wade is coming to our room tonight.”
I blinked as I took in what she was saying to me.
“And that’s… that’s what you want?”
She bit her lip and nodded. “Are you going to be okay with that?”
The weird thing is that I didn’t think but for a second before responding. “I think so.”
“I-I’m sorry.”
“Abby… it’s fine. This is your day. I just want you to be happy.”
“Yes, but it’s your day too.”
“Can I tell you something? The time I’ve had with you without him has been wonderful and I really appreciate having had it. You chose me and I can never express what that means to mean fully. But there’s hardly a day that goes by without thinking about the things you shared from your ‘break up weekend’. I don’t know how to explain it, but maybe… maybe I’m actually a bit.. into it.”
Her look went from apprehension to barely contained excitement. “Really?”
“Yeah. There are terms for it. I’ve… researched. It’s like you’d be a ‘hotwife’.”
“I… know. I’ve done a little ‘research’ myself.”
“Is this who we are?”
“Maybe, for a time… Doesn’t have to be forever.”
I gave my new bride a look. “If you start back up again with Wade, do you really think you’ll be able to quit?”
Her mouth screwed up in a cute pout. “You may have a point. But this isn’t something we really need to start now, tonight of all nights…”
“True. But if not now, then when? And if this is who we are… why not celebrate it a little?”
“I bet most brides say this, but I am truly the luckiest woman ever. I love you.”
——
A few hours later we were in our bridal suite staring at each other.
“Are you certain you’re okay with this?”
“Honestly? I’m a little nervous. But more that, way more than that, I’m excited.”
“Another man is going to fuck your new wife on your wedding night.”
“I know.”
“This is insanely hot,” she said and leaned in close, continuing in a whisper, “Do you trust me?”
I nodded, a smile on my lips.
“Should I insist he stay the whole night? Not allow you to be inside of me until we’re on our honeymoon?”
I wasn’t sure where this thought had come from. I can only assume from her ‘research’.
“Oh fuck…yes.”
Just a few minutes later, a confident knock came at our door. I looked her in the eyes torn between excitement and fear.
“Well, don’t just stand there. Go let him in,” she teased me.
I hustled to the door and opened it, face to face again with the man who my bride just couldn’t quit. Standing face to face really emphasized his size, just how much he was significantly thicker than me.
His grin was predatory.
“Hiya, John. Good to see you.”
“Wade. Come in.”
He walked past me, into our bridal suite, confidently and in no real hurry.
I couldn’t help but look out the door, glancing up and down the hall to make sure no one we know saw him. Fortunately all was clear.
Wade walked right in and kissed Abby deeply. My head leapt right back to the videos I was sent on their “last weekend together”. I realized how naïve I was. I’m not saying Abby didn’t legitimately want to end it for me. She obviously did. I just believed seeing them embrace in the way they were in our bridal suite that they really were meant to be together in that way.
I stood there feeling a bit hopeless and awkward. He walked in and instantly just took over my new bride. She belonged to him at least her body if not her heart.
And I… loved it.
They continued to make out, her still in her wedding gown. The idea that he was sullying her in the dress that symbolized our next phase of life together made me hard.
They finally came up for air. And she glanced my direction, gauging my emotional state.
I weakly gave her a grin and a lame thumbs up.
She surpassed a giggle and then said, “ok, who’s going to help me out of this thing?”
Wade looked my way. “I think you should unwrap your bride for me, don’t you?”
I felt flush but it didn’t last too long as my erection surged. It reminded me of watch their videos the first time. Nothing in the world turned me on as much as that feeling of domination by Wade.
I moved forward slowly and Abby leaned into kiss me. Sweetly, chastely. It was as if she was both expressing her love and appreciation for my acceptance and defining the difference between how she was with him and me.
I began inspecting her dress, feeling the pressure to help her out of it. She helped guide me in a soothing voice.
“That clasp right there, yes that’s the one.”
I grinned at her. The surreal nature of the situation had hit us but we bonded in the humor of it. God, I loved this woman.
I had finally gotten it enough undone that she could get out of it. I gasped as I saw her bridal lingerie. She was stunning in this white satin and lace bustier set with a faint blue ribbon running through it. She was absolutely stunning. Her garter belt, stockings and panties matched. She looked like an angel and as I was taking her in it really hit me. She might have intended this number for me, but it was Wade who was about to have her in it.
I guess my face had screwed into a bit of contortion of my normal look.
“Are you okay, John?”
I looked in her eyes. I saw she was concerned.
“Yes. Yes, of course. Your beautiful hon. I… I’m excited to see him enjoy you.”
She blushed and touched my face with her hand.
“You make me so very happy. You know that?”
“Yes,” I smiled back and looked over at Wade. I could tell he was a bit annoyed but he tried to brush it off.
She turned and walked across the room to him. She belonged to him now. I stepped back, placing her dress on the couch and sat in the chair next to it.
His thick hands pulled her to him. Strong, insistent. He was claiming her body before me. They kissed again and he lifted her off the ground effortlessly. He carried her to the bed and laid her down while continuing to kiss her. His body largely blocked her to me. He’d shed his jacket and tie while I undressed her so it was easy for Abby to rip his dress shirt open, buttons flying across the room in different directions.
Wade growled and went for her neck as he pawed her tits in her bustier. She moaned and wrapped her stocking covered legs around him. I knew he had her number when he went for her neck. It was her weak spot and it was hot to me that he knew that about her too.
Abby used her heels to help Wade get his pants off. No underwear. The dude ‘went commando’ to our wedding. Classy.
I could see his cock beneath her and its size literally took my breath away for a moment. I’d seen it in the videos but seeing it in person was truly a visceral experience.
Wade ripped her panties off of her like they were nothing. He turned and chucked them to me. “A souvenir to remember tonight.”
I caught them and felt my face flush. And my dick harden. Her torn panties in my hand, the pair supposedly picked just for me on this most special night, I could feel how wet they were… because of him.
I caught her smiling at me and she mouthed “I love you” to me and my heart was over the moon. She can enjoy the physical she gets from Wade that she apparently needs and be my loving wife. Plus seeing them together live for the first time was… exhilarating.
Wade deftly moved his cock to her opening. She’d fully waxed her lips and left just a trimmed tuft of hair above for our special day, the way I preferred it. I watched as he felt her bare lips with his cock head as he rubbed the tip along her outer lips, his lips curling up into a grin as he looked my way. She was his tonight and he was enjoying her primped body before my very eyes.
He pushed the fat cockhead into her. I nearly gasped as I watched how distended her lips became to take his meaty shaft. It certainly put it all into perspective. I’m not small but I cannot fill her that completely and from the moans she was making it is something she thoroughly enjoys.
I watched as he started slow and they made out. It seemed obvious that this wasn’t just a physical thing between them. Part of me always understood that but it is just such a different thing watching your new wife, still in her bridal lingerie, passionately kissing another man while his cock is buried deep into her. This coupling could easily be a threat to our marriage but it seems like Abby wanted it this way- married and in love with me, getting what Wade offers her that I just physically can’t.
He started picking up his pace and began giving her really powerful thrusts. She mewed and him and it was as if she became this entirely different version of Abby, the one I’d only seen in glimpses in the video clips they sent that “final weekend” together.
It was at that moment that I realized I loved THAT Abby too. It is a part of her and I think, deep down, I knew that’s why I kept watching those vids and why I was able to let her have him on our wedding night. It just… made sense to tend to both the Abbys as I understood finally.
They had been going a while, Wade was really giving it to her and she was going crazy, tears in her eyes she was enjoying it so bad. I watched her legs twitch a number of times. Seeing her cum like that was humbling. There was just no other word for it.
Wade was like a whole other animal. His defined body, much beefier than mine, seemed to really put Abby’s size into sharp contrast. Sitting there, watching him take her sex from me in our bridal suite seemed so surreal and yet, somehow, fitting. Like my head was turning this highly unusual and embarrassing for others to witness scene into something that made sense, shifting my worldview in the moment adjust to accept our reality.
“I love what you do to me Wade. I needed this though I tried to move on because of my love for John.”
“Whatever. It’s fine if he has your heart, Abby. As long as we all know your sex is mine.”
“I won’t deny him. Ooooo.”
“Like I care. He – uh – he can have the leftovers all he wants. There’s no question- mmmm – that I’m the one who makes you feel like this.”
“Oh god, daddy, yesssss.”
Fuck. I thought I was fine through this, but her. I guess. slipping and calling him ‘daddy’ about made me lose it in my pants. Wade owned my wife’s sex. It was just a fact. I loved she stuck up for me, for us, but the truth was evident. Wade was going to be a permanent part of our lives and our marriage.
And with that, Wade bellowed a near roar as he came deep into my wife. He marked her as his in a primal, dominant way. Tears of joy and a smile plastered to her face in that moment as she hugged him with all her limbs to her, accepting his seed. Her superior mate.
I looked on, from the chair, a warm sticky goo in my pants as I came without directly touching myself as Wade claimed my bride on our wedding night.
—–
The sun cracked through our hotel room windows.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” she asked me as the sun began coming up outside.
Wade had left not but a few minutes previous, crossing paths with room service delivering our complimentary breakfast. The porter couldn’t stop smirking as he prepared our table. Wade and Abby had fucked several more times over the night until he had finally passed out on one side of the king sized bed. I had crawled in on the other side to snuggle up to Abby, my gorgeous but thoroughly used bride. I didn’t even try to be intimate with her. Just wanted to hold her and love her.
“I’m thinking that was pretty epic. Another man took you on our wedding night. He owned you completely,” I said to her in a low voice/
“Not just ‘another’ man. A better man, right?”
The glint in her eye was devilish in a good way.
“Fuck. Why do you say such things?” I asked her, feigning exasperation.
Her look showed me that she knew me all too well. “Because I know you like it.”
“…I do.”
-End –