Boyz in The Bride
(A Wedding Night Fantasy)
It had been a beautiful wedding. Racquel was absolutely stunning in her long, white
satin wedding gown. It was trimmed with delicate lace and gorgeous embroidered filigree. The
train trailed out behind her for almost two yards, exceeded only by the even longer sheer
veil. Topping her lovely blonde hair was a rhinestone tiara. Diamonds earrings dangled from
her ears and a delicate diamond necklace rested between her full cleavage. She was the
most ravishing bride who had ever been and her new husband had almost fainted when he
saw her walking up the aisle towards him. She was both innocently angelic and wantonly
sexy when she took his hand in front of the alter. TJ had eyes only for her and
couldn't believe that this sweet vision of loveliness was HIS bride.
During the reception TJ had kept dropping hints to Racquel about the special wedding night
that he'd planned for his blushing bride. He knew what an incredible sexual appetite
his bride had and he wanted her wedding night to be an experience that she would never
forget.
Now, as they cuddled in the back of the limousine heading for the hotel, Racquel pressed
her groom her details,
"Please darling. Tell me what's in store for me tonight. The suspense is driving
me wild!" she crooned as she rubbed the front of his pants.
TJ massaged her throbbing crotch and whispered to her,
"Be patient a little longer sweetheart. I don't want to spoil the surprise. It's
going to a be an incredible wedding night for both of us."
Racquel gave up digging for details and consoled herself by kissing her groom deeply.
TJ could feel her hard nipples even through the shimmering fabric of her ornate gown.
He let his hand wander down between her legs and she spread them for him. He could feel
his brides pulse quickening as TJ leaned back onto the seat and pulled his satin angel
gently down on top of him. his hands moved behind her as they passionately kissed
and TJ began massaging her firm round buttocks. He pressed one hand into the crack of
her bottom and pressed his fingers against her anus. TJ rubbed her anus through the many
layers of her gown and Racquel began slowly and gently moving her bottom against his
probing fingers.
They had never had anal sex although they had discussed it. TJ new that his 'innocent'
bride was an anal virgin and inwardly smiled at the thought of how she would be losing
her virginity tonight (he hoped). Racquel raised her head and smiled coquettishly at
TJ. She didn't have to say a word. She new that tonight, on her wedding night, on the
bridal bed, she would finally be penetrated anally. She could feel her delicate, pink anus
tingling in anticipation.
The limousine began to slow and the loving couple sat up quietly. TJ helped Racquel
straighten the acres of shimmering satin that made up her gown as they gazed knowingly
into each others eye's.
Finally letting her eyes wander away from her new husband, Racquel looked outside the
window and drew her breath in sharply. They had pulled up in front of the most exclusive
hotel in the city. Racquel turned to TJ and exclaimed,
"Oh darling it's fantastic! But can we afford this place? I hear that the bridal suite
costs over five hundred dollars a night!"
TJ gently laid a finger on his brides soft pink lips and quietly comforted her,
"Don't worry about the cost my angel. I've been saving for this for a long time. Your
wedding night has to be perfect. You deserve the best of everything. Especially with the
way you look tonight." He ran his fingers slowly over her tiara and down her long veil
as if to emphasize the fact.
Racquel smiled back at him and whispered,
"I HAVE the the best of everything darling."
TJ's chest swelled with endearment for her. Racquel added,
"Is this the big surprise lover?"
"This... and more." Responded her groom.
Racquel gave him a quick puzzled look then turned to the door as it was opened by the
doorman. TJ stepped out of the limousine and extended his hand. Racquel gathered her train
and veil in one arm and took his hand with the other. As she swung her legs out of the
limousine, TJ looked down at her feet. his brides gown had slid up to mid calf and TJ drank
in the sight of her very sheer, shiny white stockings. Racquel's shoes where white satin
pumps with traditional slim heels three inches tall. He had always loved her legs and the
shoes gave an already elegant and beautiful lady even more elegance and glamour.
Making their way through the large stained glass doors and into the lobby, they where
greeted by the concierge.
"Ahhh. Mr. and Mrs. ???????. Here at last. It must have been a lovely wedding." he
intoned. "The bridal suite is at your disposal. Just follow me if you please."
His British accent fit in well with the surroundings. The concierge escorted them to the
elevator where he opened the door for them. As they rode up the few flights, TJ's and
Racquel's intertwined fingers made love play. They exchanged quick glances at each other
then stepped out of the elevator as the doors opened. The Bridal suite was only a few
steps down the elegantly carpeted hall and the concierge opened the door for them.
"Good evening Sir and Madame." he said, then turned and headed back down the hall and
disappeared into the elevator.
TJ led his bride into the suites foyer and closed the door behind them. As they entered
the suite Racquel looked around and drank in the sumptuous surroundings. The centerpiece
was, of course, the bed. It was covered in gold satin sheets with lace trim and rich
embroidery. TJ watched the expression on his brides face as her gaze wandered to the huge
bay window which overlooked the twinkling lights of the bay, lingered on the bed, then
drifted to the darkened sitting area. A sudden puzzled look passed over her face as she
saw someone standing there. She looked again and suddenly realized that it was Tia! Her
maid of honour had a video camera pointing at her. She was about to say something to her
husband when two other figures stepped silently out of the shadows. They where two
men!... Black men! The bride flushed as she saw their huge penises hanging half-hard
between their legs. They stood silently and expectantly, smiling.
Racquel was shocked and surprised. She turned to TJ who was smiling broadly and gave him
a puzzled look. To say that this was an unexpected development was an understatement!
TJ wrapped one arm around his blushing bride and pressed his hand against her anus. With
his other hand he began gently but firmly rubbing her crotch. Racquel couldn't help
herself as she began responding to his ministrations. Her hips gyrated faintly and she
could feel her clitoris and anus tingling. She had fantasized about being taken by two
men as her husband watched (and taped) the proceedings, but was a little unsure about
actually doing it. TJ's warm, loving smile reassured Racquel and she found herself becoming
increasingly excited by the idea. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled his face
to hers and kissed him deeply. The sexual excitement was building inside her as her breath
quickened and her heart pounded. As the kiss ended Racquel asked somewhat breathlessly,
"Do you want me to make love to those men... my wicked darling?"
TJ answered, "No sweetheart. I want you to let them fuck you. I'm the only one who makes
love with you."
(A Wedding Night Fantasy)
It had been a beautiful wedding. Racquel was absolutely stunning in her long, white
satin wedding gown. It was trimmed with delicate lace and gorgeous embroidered filigree. The
train trailed out behind her for almost two yards, exceeded only by the even longer sheer
veil. Topping her lovely blonde hair was a rhinestone tiara. Diamonds earrings dangled from
her ears and a delicate diamond necklace rested between her full cleavage. She was the
most ravishing bride who had ever been and her new husband had almost fainted when he
saw her walking up the aisle towards him. She was both innocently angelic and wantonly
sexy when she took his hand in front of the alter. TJ had eyes only for her and
couldn't believe that this sweet vision of loveliness was HIS bride.
During the reception TJ had kept dropping hints to Racquel about the special wedding night
that he'd planned for his blushing bride. He knew what an incredible sexual appetite
his bride had and he wanted her wedding night to be an experience that she would never
forget.
Now, as they cuddled in the back of the limousine heading for the hotel, Racquel pressed
her groom her details,
"Please darling. Tell me what's in store for me tonight. The suspense is driving
me wild!" she crooned as she rubbed the front of his pants.
TJ massaged her throbbing crotch and whispered to her,
"Be patient a little longer sweetheart. I don't want to spoil the surprise. It's
going to a be an incredible wedding night for both of us."
Racquel gave up digging for details and consoled herself by kissing her groom deeply.
TJ could feel her hard nipples even through the shimmering fabric of her ornate gown.
He let his hand wander down between her legs and she spread them for him. He could feel
his brides pulse quickening as TJ leaned back onto the seat and pulled his satin angel
gently down on top of him. his hands moved behind her as they passionately kissed
and TJ began massaging her firm round buttocks. He pressed one hand into the crack of
her bottom and pressed his fingers against her anus. TJ rubbed her anus through the many
layers of her gown and Racquel began slowly and gently moving her bottom against his
probing fingers.
They had never had anal sex although they had discussed it. TJ new that his 'innocent'
bride was an anal virgin and inwardly smiled at the thought of how she would be losing
her virginity tonight (he hoped). Racquel raised her head and smiled coquettishly at
TJ. She didn't have to say a word. She new that tonight, on her wedding night, on the
bridal bed, she would finally be penetrated anally. She could feel her delicate, pink anus
tingling in anticipation.
The limousine began to slow and the loving couple sat up quietly. TJ helped Racquel
straighten the acres of shimmering satin that made up her gown as they gazed knowingly
into each others eye's.
Finally letting her eyes wander away from her new husband, Racquel looked outside the
window and drew her breath in sharply. They had pulled up in front of the most exclusive
hotel in the city. Racquel turned to TJ and exclaimed,
"Oh darling it's fantastic! But can we afford this place? I hear that the bridal suite
costs over five hundred dollars a night!"
TJ gently laid a finger on his brides soft pink lips and quietly comforted her,
"Don't worry about the cost my angel. I've been saving for this for a long time. Your
wedding night has to be perfect. You deserve the best of everything. Especially with the
way you look tonight." He ran his fingers slowly over her tiara and down her long veil
as if to emphasize the fact.
Racquel smiled back at him and whispered,
"I HAVE the the best of everything darling."
TJ's chest swelled with endearment for her. Racquel added,
"Is this the big surprise lover?"
"This... and more." Responded her groom.
Racquel gave him a quick puzzled look then turned to the door as it was opened by the
doorman. TJ stepped out of the limousine and extended his hand. Racquel gathered her train
and veil in one arm and took his hand with the other. As she swung her legs out of the
limousine, TJ looked down at her feet. his brides gown had slid up to mid calf and TJ drank
in the sight of her very sheer, shiny white stockings. Racquel's shoes where white satin
pumps with traditional slim heels three inches tall. He had always loved her legs and the
shoes gave an already elegant and beautiful lady even more elegance and glamour.
Making their way through the large stained glass doors and into the lobby, they where
greeted by the concierge.
"Ahhh. Mr. and Mrs. ???????. Here at last. It must have been a lovely wedding." he
intoned. "The bridal suite is at your disposal. Just follow me if you please."
His British accent fit in well with the surroundings. The concierge escorted them to the
elevator where he opened the door for them. As they rode up the few flights, TJ's and
Racquel's intertwined fingers made love play. They exchanged quick glances at each other
then stepped out of the elevator as the doors opened. The Bridal suite was only a few
steps down the elegantly carpeted hall and the concierge opened the door for them.
"Good evening Sir and Madame." he said, then turned and headed back down the hall and
disappeared into the elevator.
TJ led his bride into the suites foyer and closed the door behind them. As they entered
the suite Racquel looked around and drank in the sumptuous surroundings. The centerpiece
was, of course, the bed. It was covered in gold satin sheets with lace trim and rich
embroidery. TJ watched the expression on his brides face as her gaze wandered to the huge
bay window which overlooked the twinkling lights of the bay, lingered on the bed, then
drifted to the darkened sitting area. A sudden puzzled look passed over her face as she
saw someone standing there. She looked again and suddenly realized that it was Tia! Her
maid of honour had a video camera pointing at her. She was about to say something to her
husband when two other figures stepped silently out of the shadows. They where two
men!... Black men! The bride flushed as she saw their huge penises hanging half-hard
between their legs. They stood silently and expectantly, smiling.
Racquel was shocked and surprised. She turned to TJ who was smiling broadly and gave him
a puzzled look. To say that this was an unexpected development was an understatement!
TJ wrapped one arm around his blushing bride and pressed his hand against her anus. With
his other hand he began gently but firmly rubbing her crotch. Racquel couldn't help
herself as she began responding to his ministrations. Her hips gyrated faintly and she
could feel her clitoris and anus tingling. She had fantasized about being taken by two
men as her husband watched (and taped) the proceedings, but was a little unsure about
actually doing it. TJ's warm, loving smile reassured Racquel and she found herself becoming
increasingly excited by the idea. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled his face
to hers and kissed him deeply. The sexual excitement was building inside her as her breath
quickened and her heart pounded. As the kiss ended Racquel asked somewhat breathlessly,
"Do you want me to make love to those men... my wicked darling?"
TJ answered, "No sweetheart. I want you to let them fuck you. I'm the only one who makes
love with you."
