Congratulations our your nuptials!
Sarah – I do now want to “hijack” your thread, so I apologize in advance for this long post, but I have really enjoyed your thoughtful posts and got a bit carried away here.
I am so impressed that you are planning a delightfully femdom-cuckold wedding celebration. My wife and I did the same and we will always remember it. As you have noted, your wedding day is very special and your memories will be much enhanced if you do spice it up a bit. My wife and I also wanted the wedding event to reflect her femdom control without getting out of control. The highlights included:
1 Pre-marital Chastity for the Cuck – I proposed in February with the thought of a June wedding that eventually became a June the next year wedding. Little did I know that when, after I asked my girlfriend to marry, (we were already playing some mild femdom and cuck games, often focused around her kidding me about my performance between the sheets compared to some of her previous lovers and fellow ski team members) she said she would love to accept but she was going to have a few special conditions, and one of them was that I (certainly not her) forego intercourse or blow-jobs until the wedding night – to make it very special for us. I would still go down on her and I could masturbate and she might wank me off, but to put me in the proper frame of mind heading towards the wedding, cherishing her, her freedom and my wish to please her, etc. etc. no intercourse for me until I had given her my vows. Not until the wedding night. Of course, I agreed, both loving her taking such dom control and thinking it was not quite four months of chastity, certainly not expecting sixteen months! As the wedding date got pushed out, my chastity became her special joke each time she decided we needed more time to get the right location, better invitations, etc. etc.
2 The night before – she decided I should be on my best “goodboy” behavior, not catting around or having a bachelor event! At six p.m. my wife accompanied me to my Mother’s home and left me in her charge, which she had pre-arranged a few weeks before, noting it was bad luck for the groom to see the bride in her wedding gown etc. My fiancé had me bring my tux, suitcase and other stuff, even making a point with my Mom about how she had packed my toothbrush and wanted my Mom to make sure I went to bed sober and early so that I would be on my toes at the wedding. My Mother was delighted with this plan and praised my wife for caring so much about me. If only she knew! I was a good boy, though I could not help myself from jerking off as I wondered what my bride was doing. Plus, I was so anticipating putting my pecker into her wonderful pussy the next night.
3 Of course, I strongly suspected my fiancé was going to very much misbehave that night. When I had asked her, she just smiled and told me I would hear all about it after the wedding. My fiancé went out with a few girlfriends to a dance club, had a great time and was “surprised” to run into her favorite ex-boyfriend and bed partner at the club. Her girlfriends were a bit scandalized, lots of winks and toasts about her last free night, as she let him ****** her to his car for the ride home. Of course, they had a great night and when her Sisters and Mom arrived at seven the next morning, they were all amused to see him wearing a towel at the kitchen table. Yes, they did smirk at the wedding.
4 The Ceremony – My wife decided that a “clean and fresh” feeling while walking down the aisle and going thru the ceremony was preferable than trying to misbehave just before the wedding (though she did have sex with Jack very early that morning). However, we did make sure that my vows included “love, honor, obey and forsake all others”, while hers were limited to “love and cherish”. For those who noticed, I explained it as a slip of my tongue to the old fashioned approach, while her explanations tended to be a bit racier.
5 The Reception – While maintaining general appearances, it is important to dance with any boyfriends at the wedding and to invite them around you, along with hubby, when you slip off the garter. My wife went a bit overboard when she stuck her leg out, asked her ex-boyfriend Tom to help her hold up her dress, took my hand and placed it on the garter and then, as I very slowly pulled it down her very long, sexy leg, she asked Jack, her favorite bed partner, the stud she has spend the night with, “Jack, can you help with my garter – you surely have more experience with that kind of thing!” Her Mom and Sisters and her two girl-friends who were there with the rest of us just started giggling into hysterics! Jack firmly pushed my hand away and raised her foot to his jacket, ******** her long leg to her thong as he masterfully pulled off the garter. The moment was literally priceless and the photographer got some truly great shots.
6 Speaking of photos, at the photo-shoot before the reception and at the reception, my wife had invited 4 of her then current or recent bed partners, including Jack and Tom to the wedding and went out of her way to have several “group” photos of the five of them taken.
7 Our reception was otherwise reasonably tame – she did dance and flirt heavily with her boyfriends who were there, but nothing too outrageous that people could not explain away by her excitement and the champagne. But those in the know (her boyfriends, sisters and Mom and a few girlfriends), found her behavior scandalous and very entertaining.
8 The much anticipated wedding night. I was anxious to leave the reception after our nuptial dance, but my new wife sensibly insisted on the obligatory dance with her Father, then my Father, the another quick dance with me, and then she drove me crazy dancing with Jack and Tom and her other fuck buddies, the Jack again. I was beside myself with lust, watching her favorite studs nuzzle and paw her a bit too much as she wiggled against them. We ended up hanging around another ninety minutes and I was so anxious. I know I should have been upset, but she looked so incredible in that beautiful white wedding gown, dancing with her lovers!
We finally left to go to our hotel, as we were flying out the next day for our honeymoon. I kissed her neck and cleavage and mouth on the short ride, and she kiddingly patted my crotch, with remarks like “Is my little boy excited at finally getting to fuck his horny bride? I bet you are ready to pop after watching me with those studdly men at the reception? Control yourself, honey, you don’t want to get too excited!” She knew exactly what she was doing.
I felt such the stud, walking my bride, in her beautiful gown, through the grand hotel lobby, everyone looking at us knowing that I would soon be making love to my beautiful and so desirable bride. I was in heaven as we headed up to the room.
In the room she sat on the bed, undressing me as she let me pull her breasts out of the white corset top. She giggled at the white lace panties that she had specially picked out for me to wear under the tux and she kissed and licked my pecker when it popped out, hard and so ready for her. I begged her to stop, as I did not want to come except inside of her. She brought me right to the edge and then had me lay naked on the bed. I asked her if she was going to undress, but she smiled and asked, “Shouldn’t the bride get a proper fucking in her wedding dress?” Not being one to complain, I watcher her straddle me and felt her soft hand reach down and rub my pecker on her smooth crotch. She was up on her knees and she kidded me mercilessly about my little, goodboy pecker and how excited I was at finally having sex with my bride. She proceeded to rub my straining pecker on her smooth pussy, masterfully jerking me with her right hand under he gown – I couldn’t see anything but her dress, but it felt so good.
As she played with me, I again thanked her for taking control and admitted that my chastity set the right tone for our marriage. She kidded me about her better hung study boys and drove me nuts with comments about how they would play with her often to make sure she never became a bored wife. I was ready to burst and begged her to put me inside her pussy. She finally put the head of my penis against her very wet pussy and remarked how this was so special for me, as usually I would only get to go inside her after a real stud had filler her up. I was going crazy as she lowered herself onto me, asking if I was in all the way, kidding me as she knows how to do so well. I bucked up into her and she rode me roughly for about thirty seconds, going so fast and rough that I knew I was going to come right away.
Smiling down at me, as I told her I was about to come, she smiled lovingly down at me and remarked, knowing it was a good part her fault for teasing me so, “So soon, new husband? What a bad little boy!” And then she gave me two more brutal rides up and down my penis and was so energetic that I popped out. I frantically tried to get back in, but she reached down and grabbed my five inch pecker, and brusquely finishing me off with her hand, as she had for the last year.
