Archive name: The Wedding Day.HTM (M/F, Voyeur, Cheat)

Authors name: Paula Wilson ([email protected])

Story title: The Wedding Day

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The wedding party was in full swing, the meal had been served, speeches given, gifts exchanged and Paula and I had shared the first dance.

Now we retired to change into our evening clothes, except that instead of changing together we returned to the single rooms we’d occupied on the last night of our being bachelors.

The rooms were at the back of the hotel and although separated, they shared a veranda. I changed quickly with the intention of surprising Paula whilst she was still in her wedding dress. You can guess what I had in mind; I wanted to consummate the wedding.

I was about to slip out onto the veranda when I realised that there was somebody there already. I stepped back and then fearful that who ever were there was up to mischief, I glanced back down the veranda.

He, even in the relative shadows given off by the building the stranger was obviously male, was tall and muscular. As I watched he tapped on the window to Paula’s room. There was a blaze of light as the curtains were drawn back and then the glass door opened.

“What are you doing here?” I heard Paula say, she kept her voice low, but in the silence of the evening her words clearly carried to me.

“Let me in and I’ll tell you?” The male voice replied.

“I can’t, this is my wedding day stupid!” Paula protested.

“I know, that’s why I wanted to see you.”

“Well you’re too late, the weddings over, I’m Mrs. Paula Wilson now, see, here’s my ring.”

“Very nice, but I still want to see you.” The stranger persisted.

“It’s over between us, has been for two years, why don’t you ever understand that simple fact.”

He registered now, before I’d met Paula she’d been going with a low life named Jeff Johnson. When Paula and I had first been an item he’d still been hanging around and had made himself a real nuisance. He was also a six foot plus bruiser and I’d been relieved when suddenly he stopped calling.

Now he was back, but too late to stop Paula becoming my wife.

“If it’s over why did we fuck only last week?” Jeff asked in a calm voice.

At first I thought that I’d misheard him. They had fucked only last week? No I’d misheard him, definitely.

“I was drunk, you took advantage.” Paula retorted.

“Sure, like you’re drunk every time we fuck, like you’re drunk now.” He laughed.

“You are not doing me on my wedding day!” Paula snapped. “This is my day, my special day.”

“I always wanted to fuck a bride still in her wedding day; this is going to be my lucky night.” He chuckled. “Now stand aside and let me in.” He ordered.

I was still reeling. Jeff was more than implying that his relationship with Paula hadn’t finished when she’d met me. Paula, my Paula, the sweet looking, blue-eyed librarian, had been carrying on an affair all the time we’d been together. She hadn’t let me do her for almost two months, something I regarded as her reverence about our relationship.

I had never suspected that she had been seeing anyone else, much less her old lover.

As I watched Jeff stepped inside and the curtains were drawn across but a thin shaft of light still illuminated the veranda and I crept along the veranda until I could see through into Paula’s bedroom.

It was a pretty low thing to do, but I felt justified. If Paula had been carrying on an affair then I had the right to know, I was now her husband after all.

They were standing in the centre of the room; Paula was still wearing her wedding dress although the veil had been removed. She looked fantastic, the pure white dress, her pale but perfect complexion, her blonde hair tied in curls about her head with a posy of small flowers stitched into it.

Jeff was still wearing a pair of pale; fade jeans and an equally worn t-shirt. He was exactly dirty, but he did look as if he’d just come from work.

“You look real pretty.” Jeff said as he stroked Paula’s bare arm. She didn’t stop him as his hand reached her shoulder strap. He hooked his finger inside the strap and pulled it off her shoulder.

I thought that she was going to return the strap to its place, but one look into his face and she acquiesced.

He did the same with the other strap and then eased the top of her wedding dress down to her waist.

Paula doesn’t have the biggest pair of breasts but pushed up by her brassier they looked larger and fuller than ever. As Jeff stared she crossed herself in that protective gesture that women have.

“Let me see you, take off the bra.” He ordered, his voice was soft and calm.

“Jeff, please don’t make me.” Paula pleaded.

“Take off the bra.” He repeated and with an obvious reluctance she did so.

“He’ll be coming round in a minute.” Paula whispered as Jeff started to maul her breasts.

“Let him, he can watch, he might learn something, from what you have said he needs so expert help.” He laughed. “If he does appear say I’m just road testing the bride.”

Paula looked appalled. “No Jeff, please don’t say anything. It was just daft pillow talk. If you see him, please don’t say anything, please.”

“You keep being a good little bitch and services me then.” Jeff laughed. I shuddered at his appalling language and how he could debase something as beautiful as love making into something called a service.

He pushed down on her shoulders and Paula sank to her knee’s. I knew what she was about to do but watching her unzipping his jeans and taking hold of his dick almost made me breathless.

Jeff had his hand on her head and pulled into his groin, soon he was moaning and Paula’s bobbing head said everything about what she was doing.

“That’s right babe, you know how Jeff likes his cock sucked and you always do such a good job.

A terrible thing had happened, not to Paula but to me. I had the biggest erection I’d ever had and it was hurting me. I had to shift position to ease the pain and unconsciously I started to rub myself.

Jeff had by now hauled Paula to her feet and then planted a long kiss on her lips. Any lingering doubts about her unwilling participation in this scene were dissolved as she kissed him back.

He marched her to the bed and laid her out before moving his mouth to her nipples. Paula went crazy; I could hear her whimpering voice.

“Jeff … that’s so fuckin good … keep doing that … yes … yes … yes!” She cried and I honestly thought that she’d reached her climax. She was constantly moving her hips, her legs were beginning to splay open. She still had one hand around his dick, it looked huge with Paula’s hand covering less that half its length.

Jeff pulled up her dress and she grabbed the hem with her free hand, making sure that he could easily reach her sex.

I was so near to coming and couldn’t help myself. I pulled my cock out and after only a dozen strokes experienced the most intense and powerful orgasm of my life.

I was still kneeling, breathless, my shrinking cock in my hand when Jeff’s hand pushed beneath the thin waistband of Paula’s briefs. They were almost see-through and I could see his hand between her legs, his fingers disappearing into her open and willing cunt.

He started to finger fuck her whilst still sucking on her breasts. Paula went wild and then the low groan of her orgasm began. She was never noisy; not earth shatteringly noisy, but she always announced her climax.

“Fuck!” She cried. “Oh fuck! … yes … yes … yes … oh fuckkkkk!” She cried as her orgasm swept her away.

Jeff never once stopped fingering her but as she came he sat up to watch her face, watch her tight, pinched face as her orgasm arrived. He almost smiled in self-satisfaction, as if this reinforced his hold upon her.

Then as she regained her calm he withdrew her fingers and very deliberately licked them.

“Dirty bastard!” She laughed.

“You taste good.” He retorted.

“Taste it some more.” She suggested. She even opened her legs in a brazen invitation

Jeff laughed, slithering down her body like a snake, he dipped his head between her thighs and sniffed. He couldn’t have been more than an inch from her pussy. “Nice smell, nice view.” He chuckled. “What about him, won’t he be waiting?” He ran his finger down her crotch it sank into her slit.

“He can wait, that’s a woman’s privilege and besides the doors locked, so he can’t catch us.” She reached down between her legs and pulled the gusset of her panties to one side, revealing her cum splattered pussy.

“Dirty cow.” He laughed, sliding his tongue along the length of her now exposed slit.

Paula jumped and then pushed up on him. “Deeper.”

“Dirty cow.” He repeated, this time his voice muffled by her cunt.

“It’s how you made me.” Paula groaned. She was actually playing with her nipples, something I only thought happened in the movies.

I was hard again. In the few minutes since my orgasm my cock had grown stiff and again I was rubbing myself. I never got hard this quickly, never.

Jeff had slid from the bed and was kneeling between her legs, his dark hair a bobbing contract between her white stockings and even paler thighs.

Soon Paula was cumming again and almost as soon I was ejaculating onto the concrete floor again.

“Fuck me now!” I heard Paula say and I pulled my dulled senses back to the scene unfolding before me.

“With pleasure.” He laughed.

He stood up but Paula turned around and crawled up the bed before burying her face in a pillow, her arse was pushed high in the air, her wedding dress draped over it like a curtain.

Jeff followed her after leaving his jeans and other clothes on the floor. He flipped up the dress and whistled. “Fan..Fuckin..Tastic.”

He was right and even I could see that, her see through panties seemed even more see through for the rear. I could see the dark crevice between her cheeks.

“Don’t fuckin tease me.” She groaned, reached between her legs she grabbed at his dick. “Put that inside me.”

“My pleasure.” He laughed. He pulled down her panties, twisting and turning until they were free of her body. “You ready babe?” He teased; slipping his fingers once more inside her.

Paula groaned, flexing her hips to match his finger fucking. “Properly!” She snapped. “Properly, I can do this myself!”

In one movement Jeff pulled his fingers from her and started to work his cock inside her. It wasn’t difficult, once the bulbous head had passed over her threshold it was easy and Jeff was soon buried inside her.

I started to stiffen for the first time as he started to shag her, lovemaking was too polite a word for what they were doing. He just drove time and again into her, I could see her buttocks wobble with each thrust. He carried on for what I thought was ages, until I could see the sweat on his t-shirt and knew that Paula must be similarly stained.

Paula started to cum again and this time Jeff reached his as they orgasmed together, something I rarely did with Paula.

They lay together for only a minute and she moved, pushing the wedding dress down off her hips, my almost naked wife walked towards the bathroom.

“I’m going to clean up, you be gone before I’m out.” She told him.

Silently Jeff had started to dress. “You are going on a honeymoon?”

“Of course, two weeks in Hawaii.”

“See you when you return?”

“Of course.”

I slipped away, my cock hard but drained of sperm. I was shaking by the time I returned to my room to see the obvious splash stains on my trousers, curing I changed again.

I knocked on the door to Paula’s bedroom and after a few seconds the door opened; it hadn’t been locked after all.

She stood there in a simple midnight blue dress and looked sensational, her skin glowed, but I knew the reason for that.

“Ready?” I asked.

“Of course.” She wrapped her arm inside mine. “Well, aren’t you going to kiss your wife?” She smiled, her eyes sparkling. She looked every bit the happy bride. I kissed her on the mouth and she drew me in until we were kissing properly. My dick, still semi hard from the watching, grew and Paula felt it. “Charlie, you should have come round sooner, we could have done something about that.” She laughed.