I smiled warmly and lovingly back at her. Eventually, the minister made his way to us and Amanda introduced us. The pride was apparent in her. We made some small talk and then arranged a date for one evening that week for him to come over and talk to the both of us. We spent close to an hour in the vestibule before finally leaving.
Amanda's parents invited us back to their place for Sunday afternoon supper which we gratefully accepted.
At their place, I went downstairs to Bill'sworkshop with him while the women chatted over dinner preparations. Bill refinished furniture as a hobby and enjoyed showing off his works in progress. We sat on a couple of old chairs, he with his coffee, I with my mug of tea.
Allthough no one had mentioned my impulsive act at the church, it was bubbling just below the surface. Bill broke the ice,
"That was an unexpected but very gracious thing you did today John."
I answered with a small laugh,
"I'm not sure what came over me today. Not only to go with Amanda to church this morning,...but...to join you and the other men in the...the...?"
Bill cut in.
"We call it the Submission. I'm sure you understand the symbolism behind it."
"Yes...It was pretty obvious." I hesitated for a moment before continuing. "I'm still a little mix-up about all this Bill. I feel like I've accepted it...and yet...the whole idea of a cuckold lifestyle makes me apprehensive."
John smiled knowingly at me and nodded his head.
"I was the same way when Christine first told me about her beliefs. Back then we did'nt even have a church. It was simply a group who met in peoples houses on Sundays. John, your wedding is going to be the most beautiful and inspirational event in your life. The first time that you watch your wife with a black man you'll understand...REALLY understand. The beauty, the eroticism, and the love will hit you like a brick."
Bill reached up and squeezed my shoulder as he continued. "After what I saw today, I know that you're ready to become a true cuckold. Amanda is getting a fantastic husband and I know that the two of you are going to be deliriously happy together."
I thought silently for a moment before replying.
"I agree with you on THAT Bill. I can feel It in my heart that Amanda and I where meant to be together."
Bill's smile broadened as he said.
"Don't worry about it or think too much about it John. Rest easy in the knowledge that it's going to be terrific,...for both of you. You'll be glad that you've chosen to live this way. You'll find the thought of not being a cuckold distastefull."
I was reassured by Bills words and it showed. Bill changed the subject and we spent another half hour or so discussing his latest projects. He was working on a massive antique dressing table. it was close to being finished and I spent a lot of time admiring his handy work. I'd followed it's progress for almost a year now and it was coming along beautifully.
Amanda stuck her head downstairs and called us up. As I stepped into the hallway from the basement, I slid my arm around my darling fiancee and led her to the table where I held her chair for her. Bill did the same for Christine and we all sat down for a cozy intimate supper. Bill opened a bottle of wine and filled all our glasses. Holding his up he made a toast.
"To family...and ultimate love."
We all drank. Amanda and I exchanged knowing glances and I was endeared as she blushed shyly.
It was a terrific evening of warm family togetherness. Even though I was'nt really a part of the family yet, it certainly felt that way.
Amanda's father drove us back to her place later that evening and Amanda and I went inside. Once we'd hung our coats up, Amanda slipped her arms around me and kissed me passionately. She almost writhed in my arms.
After a million years she pulled her face away from mine and whispered,
"Darling I'm so proud of you. I still can't get over what you did today in church. It was so beautiful. I can't tell you how much it means to me."
Amanda's eyes where moist as I whispered back,
"I'll do anything for you sweetheart,...and it seemed like the right thing to do."
Amanda beamed at me, her smile filling me with both love and intense longing for her.
It was getting late so we said our goodbyes and I left. At my place I settled into bed and ruminated over the days events. By now I was used to spending more time fantisizing about her with a black man than I fantasized about her with me. Seeing her kiss those men at the church had driven home the reality of what would be happening soon. I finally fell asleep, warm in the knowledge that I was making Amanda gloriously happy.
The next few days passed as they normally did. Amanda and I spent most evenings together at her place. While we spent a lot of time cuddled up on the couch, we also partook of our own hobbies and interests. Amanda would sew in the spare room while I would fool on my computer. I'd moved it over from my place several months ago. She used it more and more and we frequently sat down at it together while I taught her things. I'd occassionally take a break from my computer and bring my sweetheart a cup of tea. I loved to watch her work with the material as she created something long and luxurious for her to wear.
I had almost forgotten about the minister when he showed up one evening after supper. We all sat down in the living room and he began talking.
"John,...I've married lots of nice couples. I have to honestly say that I've never seen two people more suited to each other."
Amanda and I glanced and smiled at each other. The minister continued,
"From watching you last Sunday at church, it's obvious that you want this type of relationship as much as Amanda does. While I usually spend my visit with engaged couples making sure that the man's intentions are honest, I don't think I have to in this case. Instead, I'll introduce you to our marriage ceremony."
Amanda's hand tightened on mine and I squeezed it back.
"John,...you won't have a best man. We don't include one in the ceremony. The reason being that you must stand alone with your bride. The ceremony will proceed normally untill after you've exchanged vows." The minister continued with a description of the ceremony. As he got more graphic I looked over at Amanda. She was blushing harder than I'd ever seen before and I could feel her rapid heartbeat in her palms. I listened intently to the minister but kept my eyes on my fiancee. She raised her head and my heart warmed at her demure smile.
The next several months had passed much too slowly. I was beside myself with expectation. I think I was looking forward more to watching my sweet fiancee be consumated by a black penis, than I was to finally making love with her myself. Now that I was actually standing at the alter waiting for my bride, I felt calm and relaxed. The tension had gone. I waited patiently.
The organ music began and I turned out of my reverie to see the two lovely bridesmaids enter the church from the anteroom and head slowly up the aisle. The congragation stood and the maid of honour followed. After a few seconds, a shimmering vision in white lit the back of the church. Amanda entered and slowly followed her entourage up the aisle. She was the centre of attention and knew it. She walked confidently and proudly. I almost dropped to my knee's at the sight of her. I had'nt thought it possible for a woman to be so exquisitly beautiful. Although I had spent a lot of time staring at her gown, I was'nt prepared for what she did to it. I was breathless and my heart almost stopped. Amanda's gaze finally met mine and her look of love nailed me to the floor. Her smile was warmly romantic and wanton. I knew that I must have looked like an idiot with my mouth hanging open in awe. As Amanda drifted up to me I finally noticed that she was on her fathers arm. He reached out his hand and I automatically shook it warmly. He kissed his daughter tenderly then placed her arm in mine. I stared hard at her then gulped. Amanda's smile was so endearingly beautific that I felt my insides turn to mush. Amanda gave her bouquet to her maid of honour, then motioned me with her arm and I turned to lead her the few steps to face the minister.
Once there, I turned to face Amanda and took both of her hands in mine. We stared into each others eyes as the minister began the ceremony. His words where eloquent and reflected what we felt, but we barely heard them. He spoke only a moment before leading us in our vows. I both heard Amanda's refrain and saw the promise in her eyes. She said to me,
"I do darling,...with all my heart I do."
Amanda's parents invited us back to their place for Sunday afternoon supper which we gratefully accepted.
At their place, I went downstairs to Bill'sworkshop with him while the women chatted over dinner preparations. Bill refinished furniture as a hobby and enjoyed showing off his works in progress. We sat on a couple of old chairs, he with his coffee, I with my mug of tea.
Allthough no one had mentioned my impulsive act at the church, it was bubbling just below the surface. Bill broke the ice,
"That was an unexpected but very gracious thing you did today John."
I answered with a small laugh,
"I'm not sure what came over me today. Not only to go with Amanda to church this morning,...but...to join you and the other men in the...the...?"
Bill cut in.
"We call it the Submission. I'm sure you understand the symbolism behind it."
"Yes...It was pretty obvious." I hesitated for a moment before continuing. "I'm still a little mix-up about all this Bill. I feel like I've accepted it...and yet...the whole idea of a cuckold lifestyle makes me apprehensive."
John smiled knowingly at me and nodded his head.
"I was the same way when Christine first told me about her beliefs. Back then we did'nt even have a church. It was simply a group who met in peoples houses on Sundays. John, your wedding is going to be the most beautiful and inspirational event in your life. The first time that you watch your wife with a black man you'll understand...REALLY understand. The beauty, the eroticism, and the love will hit you like a brick."
Bill reached up and squeezed my shoulder as he continued. "After what I saw today, I know that you're ready to become a true cuckold. Amanda is getting a fantastic husband and I know that the two of you are going to be deliriously happy together."
I thought silently for a moment before replying.
"I agree with you on THAT Bill. I can feel It in my heart that Amanda and I where meant to be together."
Bill's smile broadened as he said.
"Don't worry about it or think too much about it John. Rest easy in the knowledge that it's going to be terrific,...for both of you. You'll be glad that you've chosen to live this way. You'll find the thought of not being a cuckold distastefull."
I was reassured by Bills words and it showed. Bill changed the subject and we spent another half hour or so discussing his latest projects. He was working on a massive antique dressing table. it was close to being finished and I spent a lot of time admiring his handy work. I'd followed it's progress for almost a year now and it was coming along beautifully.
Amanda stuck her head downstairs and called us up. As I stepped into the hallway from the basement, I slid my arm around my darling fiancee and led her to the table where I held her chair for her. Bill did the same for Christine and we all sat down for a cozy intimate supper. Bill opened a bottle of wine and filled all our glasses. Holding his up he made a toast.
"To family...and ultimate love."
We all drank. Amanda and I exchanged knowing glances and I was endeared as she blushed shyly.
It was a terrific evening of warm family togetherness. Even though I was'nt really a part of the family yet, it certainly felt that way.
Amanda's father drove us back to her place later that evening and Amanda and I went inside. Once we'd hung our coats up, Amanda slipped her arms around me and kissed me passionately. She almost writhed in my arms.
After a million years she pulled her face away from mine and whispered,
"Darling I'm so proud of you. I still can't get over what you did today in church. It was so beautiful. I can't tell you how much it means to me."
Amanda's eyes where moist as I whispered back,
"I'll do anything for you sweetheart,...and it seemed like the right thing to do."
Amanda beamed at me, her smile filling me with both love and intense longing for her.
It was getting late so we said our goodbyes and I left. At my place I settled into bed and ruminated over the days events. By now I was used to spending more time fantisizing about her with a black man than I fantasized about her with me. Seeing her kiss those men at the church had driven home the reality of what would be happening soon. I finally fell asleep, warm in the knowledge that I was making Amanda gloriously happy.
The next few days passed as they normally did. Amanda and I spent most evenings together at her place. While we spent a lot of time cuddled up on the couch, we also partook of our own hobbies and interests. Amanda would sew in the spare room while I would fool on my computer. I'd moved it over from my place several months ago. She used it more and more and we frequently sat down at it together while I taught her things. I'd occassionally take a break from my computer and bring my sweetheart a cup of tea. I loved to watch her work with the material as she created something long and luxurious for her to wear.
I had almost forgotten about the minister when he showed up one evening after supper. We all sat down in the living room and he began talking.
"John,...I've married lots of nice couples. I have to honestly say that I've never seen two people more suited to each other."
Amanda and I glanced and smiled at each other. The minister continued,
"From watching you last Sunday at church, it's obvious that you want this type of relationship as much as Amanda does. While I usually spend my visit with engaged couples making sure that the man's intentions are honest, I don't think I have to in this case. Instead, I'll introduce you to our marriage ceremony."
Amanda's hand tightened on mine and I squeezed it back.
"John,...you won't have a best man. We don't include one in the ceremony. The reason being that you must stand alone with your bride. The ceremony will proceed normally untill after you've exchanged vows." The minister continued with a description of the ceremony. As he got more graphic I looked over at Amanda. She was blushing harder than I'd ever seen before and I could feel her rapid heartbeat in her palms. I listened intently to the minister but kept my eyes on my fiancee. She raised her head and my heart warmed at her demure smile.
The next several months had passed much too slowly. I was beside myself with expectation. I think I was looking forward more to watching my sweet fiancee be consumated by a black penis, than I was to finally making love with her myself. Now that I was actually standing at the alter waiting for my bride, I felt calm and relaxed. The tension had gone. I waited patiently.
The organ music began and I turned out of my reverie to see the two lovely bridesmaids enter the church from the anteroom and head slowly up the aisle. The congragation stood and the maid of honour followed. After a few seconds, a shimmering vision in white lit the back of the church. Amanda entered and slowly followed her entourage up the aisle. She was the centre of attention and knew it. She walked confidently and proudly. I almost dropped to my knee's at the sight of her. I had'nt thought it possible for a woman to be so exquisitly beautiful. Although I had spent a lot of time staring at her gown, I was'nt prepared for what she did to it. I was breathless and my heart almost stopped. Amanda's gaze finally met mine and her look of love nailed me to the floor. Her smile was warmly romantic and wanton. I knew that I must have looked like an idiot with my mouth hanging open in awe. As Amanda drifted up to me I finally noticed that she was on her fathers arm. He reached out his hand and I automatically shook it warmly. He kissed his daughter tenderly then placed her arm in mine. I stared hard at her then gulped. Amanda's smile was so endearingly beautific that I felt my insides turn to mush. Amanda gave her bouquet to her maid of honour, then motioned me with her arm and I turned to lead her the few steps to face the minister.
Once there, I turned to face Amanda and took both of her hands in mine. We stared into each others eyes as the minister began the ceremony. His words where eloquent and reflected what we felt, but we barely heard them. He spoke only a moment before leading us in our vows. I both heard Amanda's refrain and saw the promise in her eyes. She said to me,
"I do darling,...with all my heart I do."
