I grinned and replied,
"Of course I do Amanda." As I said this I looked down and stared at
her beautiful full breasts, Barely hidden by the thin lace of her bra.
"Are you trying to test my resolve?" I added.
Amanda giggled and stepped back a foot, her hands on my waist.
"No darling. Just a bit of innocent teasing. A hint of what's to come
in a few months."
Arm in arm we walked into her apartment. I helped my darling fiancee finish dinner as we talked. After the dinner dishes where washed and put away, we took our tea into the cozy livingroom and sat down together on the couch. The coffee table was strewn with bridal magazines. I picked one up and began leafing slowly through it. Visions of glimmering satin leapt out at me. Amanda snugled close and asked softly,
"Which ones do you like darling?"
I looked over at her and replied,
"Lets look together Amanda."
We flipped through the magazines for the rest of the evening tearing
out the pages featuring the gowns eached one of us liked. Our respective piles grew until we finally finished disembowling the last magazine.
Each of us compared our piles and it became apparent that we liked the same gowns.
Finally it was time for me to leave. We kissed passionately at the door, then I left.
At home in bed, I reread the book and fell asleep with images of my darling Amanda, a satin princess in her bridal gown, being impaled by massive black penises.
The next several weeks passed almost normaly. Amanda and I where apart
only to sleep and work. We went out, stayed in, and engaged in our favourite pastime, shopping for her. Now, we where on a mission; to find
just the right lingerie and shoes for her wedding day. We finally settled
on a glimmering white satin garter belt with delicate Italian lace trimming. The stockings where a sheer shimmering nude with small flowers embroidered above the heel. Her shoes where a satin pump with a low midstep, three and a half inch heels and strategic openings at the front.
They might almost have been sandals. Finding just the right panties proved to
be a chore. Finally we settled on a pair of sheer organza crotchless
tap pants with lace trimming at the side. It was an incredibly erotic experience to shop for these items with my betrothed, especially the panties. Amanda would giggle and sqeeze my hand as I'd hold up a potential pair of panties. She was giving me a peek at her sexual side and I was thrilled to see it. It made my sex dreams about her even more vivid. At times I'd forget about Amanda's revelation, but it was never far from my
conciousness. I had been mulling everything over endlessly in my head but had'nt discussed it with my fiancee. We carried on as any normal engaged
couple would. I realized that I WANTED to marry my lovely bride to be, irregardless of what would be happening on our wedding night. I'm not sure that I accepted it; I think I was hoping in the back of my mind that it
would all go away and we would have a normal wedding (AND wedding night).
As we drove to Amanda's place, she held the little shopping bag containing her bridal panties on her lap. A jolt of jealousness swept through me as I realized that it would be a large black penis that first slipped through the opening in those panties. Surprisingly, I found I kind of liked the feeling. It was a serious shock to realize this. My mind swam as I tried to reconcile these new sensations.
At Amanada's apartment, she laid out the new panties with the other bits of bridal lingerie on her bed. I slipped my arm around her waist and pulled her close as we gazed at the bits of satin and lace finery. The sexual overtones where intense. I felt like I was helping some princess prepare for her coronation. I reached down with my free hand and slowly pulled the sheer stockings out of their package and laid them across the lingerie and shoes. Slowly I stroked the stockings. I did'nt know what possesed me to do it but I could'nt resist. Amanda laid her hand on mine and our fingers intertwinned, slowly gliding along the sheer sensuous material. Our fingers moved across the organza panties and slid slowly into the opening in the crouch, trembling ever so slightly. We slid them
in and out of the crotch for a long minute then looked up into each others eyes. Amanda was shaking from the sexual intensity of the moment as we embraced. I saw a mix of love, desire and apprehension in Her eyes. After a moment I spoke softly to my soon to be bride,
"Amanda darling...I...I don't know what I'm feeling anymore, I'm so mixed up inside. All these things keep rolling around in my head. I DO know that I love you, and I WANT to marry you, no matter what...what happens on our wedding night."
Amanda buried her face in my neck and shook gently as the tension of the past several weeks flowed out of her. I held her close and waited for her
quiet sobs to subside. After several minutes she raised her head and looked into my eyes. I wiped the tears from her cheeks with my fingers, then kissed her. Her voiced trembled but she managed a teary smile as she spoke,
"Sweetheart...I was...so afraid...that...that you would...break off our
engagement."
I smiled warmly and answered,
"I wish I'd known how worried you where Amanda. I feel like a heel for
keeping you in suspense. I'm sorry darling."
Amanda held me close and we cuddled for a long time, we where both emotionally drained.
After making our way back to the living room, we made tea and sat quietly on the couch. We'd decided on a wedding gown the week before and it's picture was on the coffee table. I picked it up and snuggled up to Amanda.
"When do you pick it up sweetheart?" I asked.
Amanda answered with a slightly wonton smile,
"Tomorrow John. I have to try it on after the alterations, but it
should be perfect. I've only had three fittings."
We grinned at each other then kissed softly. I could'nt wait to see it. Even though Amanda and I had picked it out, She had gone with her mother to the dress shop to buy it. As luck would have it, they had had our gown in stock and only needed to make a few alterations. The veil had been custom made and would be ready when she picked up the gown.
"Can I come over and see it? I asked.
Amanda answered with a small giggle,
"Of course darling. Come over after work."
It was getting late and we where both pretty tired. I know that Amanda
was exhausted from the release of tension. We said our goodbyes at the door and I drove back to my place. I went straight to bed and immediately
started masturbating. A vision flooded into my head that I could'nt shake. I saw my bride laying on the bed. The view zoomed in till I saw from her abdomen to her knees. A black hand descended, took a handfull of her satin skirt, and pulled it slowly up to her waist. The hand continued pulling Amanda's gown up, revealing her nylon clad legs, her thighs, until finally the bridal panties came into view. A black body descended over her and Amanda's legs parted. As her legs spread, the slit in her panties opened
slightly. A massive black penis hove into view, it's tip sliding between the slit. Amanda's hips shuddered as the penis began entering her delicate
vagina. In my mind I heard my sweet bride moaning, gasping and crying out as she was slowly violated by the huge ebony shaft. Their hips moved together, writhing in passion. The image flowed through my head and I was surprised by the suddenness and intensity of the orgasm that hit me. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. The feeling lasted several minutes, subsiding slowly. It was obvious that I had'nt just accepted Amanda's imminent consumation by her black lovers, I wanted it to happen. I was ashamed at myself for feeling like this but I could'nt help it.
The next morning I awoke feeling fully rested for the first time in weeks. I could only guess that my acceptance of my Amanda's fate, and our unusuall lifestyle had left me relieved and able to sleep properly.
"Of course I do Amanda." As I said this I looked down and stared at
her beautiful full breasts, Barely hidden by the thin lace of her bra.
"Are you trying to test my resolve?" I added.
Amanda giggled and stepped back a foot, her hands on my waist.
"No darling. Just a bit of innocent teasing. A hint of what's to come
in a few months."
Arm in arm we walked into her apartment. I helped my darling fiancee finish dinner as we talked. After the dinner dishes where washed and put away, we took our tea into the cozy livingroom and sat down together on the couch. The coffee table was strewn with bridal magazines. I picked one up and began leafing slowly through it. Visions of glimmering satin leapt out at me. Amanda snugled close and asked softly,
"Which ones do you like darling?"
I looked over at her and replied,
"Lets look together Amanda."
We flipped through the magazines for the rest of the evening tearing
out the pages featuring the gowns eached one of us liked. Our respective piles grew until we finally finished disembowling the last magazine.
Each of us compared our piles and it became apparent that we liked the same gowns.
Finally it was time for me to leave. We kissed passionately at the door, then I left.
At home in bed, I reread the book and fell asleep with images of my darling Amanda, a satin princess in her bridal gown, being impaled by massive black penises.
The next several weeks passed almost normaly. Amanda and I where apart
only to sleep and work. We went out, stayed in, and engaged in our favourite pastime, shopping for her. Now, we where on a mission; to find
just the right lingerie and shoes for her wedding day. We finally settled
on a glimmering white satin garter belt with delicate Italian lace trimming. The stockings where a sheer shimmering nude with small flowers embroidered above the heel. Her shoes where a satin pump with a low midstep, three and a half inch heels and strategic openings at the front.
They might almost have been sandals. Finding just the right panties proved to
be a chore. Finally we settled on a pair of sheer organza crotchless
tap pants with lace trimming at the side. It was an incredibly erotic experience to shop for these items with my betrothed, especially the panties. Amanda would giggle and sqeeze my hand as I'd hold up a potential pair of panties. She was giving me a peek at her sexual side and I was thrilled to see it. It made my sex dreams about her even more vivid. At times I'd forget about Amanda's revelation, but it was never far from my
conciousness. I had been mulling everything over endlessly in my head but had'nt discussed it with my fiancee. We carried on as any normal engaged
couple would. I realized that I WANTED to marry my lovely bride to be, irregardless of what would be happening on our wedding night. I'm not sure that I accepted it; I think I was hoping in the back of my mind that it
would all go away and we would have a normal wedding (AND wedding night).
As we drove to Amanda's place, she held the little shopping bag containing her bridal panties on her lap. A jolt of jealousness swept through me as I realized that it would be a large black penis that first slipped through the opening in those panties. Surprisingly, I found I kind of liked the feeling. It was a serious shock to realize this. My mind swam as I tried to reconcile these new sensations.
At Amanada's apartment, she laid out the new panties with the other bits of bridal lingerie on her bed. I slipped my arm around her waist and pulled her close as we gazed at the bits of satin and lace finery. The sexual overtones where intense. I felt like I was helping some princess prepare for her coronation. I reached down with my free hand and slowly pulled the sheer stockings out of their package and laid them across the lingerie and shoes. Slowly I stroked the stockings. I did'nt know what possesed me to do it but I could'nt resist. Amanda laid her hand on mine and our fingers intertwinned, slowly gliding along the sheer sensuous material. Our fingers moved across the organza panties and slid slowly into the opening in the crouch, trembling ever so slightly. We slid them
in and out of the crotch for a long minute then looked up into each others eyes. Amanda was shaking from the sexual intensity of the moment as we embraced. I saw a mix of love, desire and apprehension in Her eyes. After a moment I spoke softly to my soon to be bride,
"Amanda darling...I...I don't know what I'm feeling anymore, I'm so mixed up inside. All these things keep rolling around in my head. I DO know that I love you, and I WANT to marry you, no matter what...what happens on our wedding night."
Amanda buried her face in my neck and shook gently as the tension of the past several weeks flowed out of her. I held her close and waited for her
quiet sobs to subside. After several minutes she raised her head and looked into my eyes. I wiped the tears from her cheeks with my fingers, then kissed her. Her voiced trembled but she managed a teary smile as she spoke,
"Sweetheart...I was...so afraid...that...that you would...break off our
engagement."
I smiled warmly and answered,
"I wish I'd known how worried you where Amanda. I feel like a heel for
keeping you in suspense. I'm sorry darling."
Amanda held me close and we cuddled for a long time, we where both emotionally drained.
After making our way back to the living room, we made tea and sat quietly on the couch. We'd decided on a wedding gown the week before and it's picture was on the coffee table. I picked it up and snuggled up to Amanda.
"When do you pick it up sweetheart?" I asked.
Amanda answered with a slightly wonton smile,
"Tomorrow John. I have to try it on after the alterations, but it
should be perfect. I've only had three fittings."
We grinned at each other then kissed softly. I could'nt wait to see it. Even though Amanda and I had picked it out, She had gone with her mother to the dress shop to buy it. As luck would have it, they had had our gown in stock and only needed to make a few alterations. The veil had been custom made and would be ready when she picked up the gown.
"Can I come over and see it? I asked.
Amanda answered with a small giggle,
"Of course darling. Come over after work."
It was getting late and we where both pretty tired. I know that Amanda
was exhausted from the release of tension. We said our goodbyes at the door and I drove back to my place. I went straight to bed and immediately
started masturbating. A vision flooded into my head that I could'nt shake. I saw my bride laying on the bed. The view zoomed in till I saw from her abdomen to her knees. A black hand descended, took a handfull of her satin skirt, and pulled it slowly up to her waist. The hand continued pulling Amanda's gown up, revealing her nylon clad legs, her thighs, until finally the bridal panties came into view. A black body descended over her and Amanda's legs parted. As her legs spread, the slit in her panties opened
slightly. A massive black penis hove into view, it's tip sliding between the slit. Amanda's hips shuddered as the penis began entering her delicate
vagina. In my mind I heard my sweet bride moaning, gasping and crying out as she was slowly violated by the huge ebony shaft. Their hips moved together, writhing in passion. The image flowed through my head and I was surprised by the suddenness and intensity of the orgasm that hit me. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. The feeling lasted several minutes, subsiding slowly. It was obvious that I had'nt just accepted Amanda's imminent consumation by her black lovers, I wanted it to happen. I was ashamed at myself for feeling like this but I could'nt help it.
The next morning I awoke feeling fully rested for the first time in weeks. I could only guess that my acceptance of my Amanda's fate, and our unusuall lifestyle had left me relieved and able to sleep properly.
