Britslut’s
Slutty Stories
Marriage
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I was just 18 when I married; my husband was 21. I was completely virgin; he was not. He explained to me in minute detail what he would expect from me sexually; I was excited by the prospect.
On the big day I wore a full-length white dress with puffed sleeves and a scoop neckline; white stockings and a garter; white heels. He wore the traditional grey morning suit.
After the service we were driven to the hotel where we were to stay the first night and where the reception was to be held. He carried me up to our room, sat me on the dressing table and told me to hold my skirt up above my waist. He pulled my white lace panties down my legs and spread my knees. He fetched clippers, a razor, water, soap and towels, and proceeded to shave my pubes carefully and thoroughly. He made sure that there was no vestige of hair or stubble anywhere, including around my pussy and my anus.
‘From now on,’ he said, ‘you will remain shaven for the rest of your life.’
‘I need to pee,’ I giggled. He held my labia wide apart.
‘Go on then.’
I soaked his shirt and trousers with my pee. It was OK, they were hired, and we were getting changed anyway. He took off my blue bra and threw it away. He told me that we would not use underwear any more. He dressed me in a gauzy top that showed my nipples, and a tight white leather miniskirt. I kept the white stockings and suspender belt. He wore tight white trousers that showed his erection, and a white shirt.
He made me bend over, and rubbed some gel into my anus. ‘For later,’ he said. We went down to greet the guests.
Later, after we had danced and socialised, he said it was time for me to lose my virginity. We said our goodbyes and went upstairs. There he stripped me, and him, and took me in all three of my orifices. We showered, and did it again. He had explained to me the size of his cock, so I was not shocked, and only a little sore. We agreed that we would do anything we wanted to sexually, as long as it did not hurt or disgust the other. We agreed that we would never refuse sex to each other; that we would not do anything sexual alone or with a third person unless the other gave permission.
I’m now 54 and he is 57. I have not worn underwear since my wedding day. He still takes me in all three orifices, almost every day. We have no inhibitions with each other. We often invite other friends to share in our love-making. We are very happy.
last modified 26 November 2006