Wedded Bliss - a Slutty Anita Story by Delta Venus Copyright 2009 My wife Anita is a slut. She was a slut before we got married, and remained a slut afterwards. It is one of many reasons I love her, and asked her to marry me. She mellowed out with me after the marriage, but stayed true to her nature. She thought she was keeping her slutty behavior a secret from me, but I have known about it all along. I waited patiently until what I felt was the right moment, then revealed that I knew everything, and furthermore had a few secrets of my own, including the fact that our four children are not mine biologically. Since she couldn't bear to have me reveal everything, and lose a substantial inheritance from her ultra-conservative parents, divorce was out of the question, and I was in the driver's seat - she would remain a slut. No more hiding it from me. No longer would she be a slut only for strangers and others. She would be -my- slut. (see "Tricked Wife") Our wedding anniversary was coming up, and I decided to do it up big. We would have a renewal of our vows in a public ceremony, and then a second honeymoon in Jamaica. I laid down some rules for Anita, and told her if she didn't agree, there would be no ceremony. If she couldn't follow them, there would be no trip to Jamaica. First, she would have to get fucked in her wedding dress as close to the ceremony as possible, and not by me. Next, she would have to agree to fuck anyone that propositioned her that day, no exceptions. Lastly, she would have to suck off as many of the guests as she could, save their cum in a jar, and present it to me at the end of the night. She shuddered a little, but knowing that she has no choice but to do what I ask, and probably also because it appealed to her trampy nature, she quickly agreed to the rules. We sent the kids off to my mother out of state before the ceremony, no need to expose them to our x-rated antics. We would be doing our thing under a lot of people's noses, and the risk of exposure or being witnessed was very real. They were going to stay with her anyways, as we didn't want them tagging along for our honeymoon, and I can't say they were upset about skipping out early, they probably thought the whole wedding thing was rather boring. I had a few suprises in store for Anita at the ceremony, and she managed a big one for me. My best man, Dan, was going to be in on the fun. He deserved a reward. He has known about how slutty Anita is, as he is the only friend I have that knows I had a vasectomy, and he kept his mouth shut through all four of Anita's pregnancies. He must have figured that if I knew and didn't care, that it wasn't any of his business. That is a good friend! So he would get the 'mi casa es su casa, mi puta es su puta' treatment. (My house is your house, my whore is your whore, for those who haven't been exposed to much Spanish). The minister was an old college chum named Dave, who would also be in on the fun. His credentials were mail-order, but quite legal, and he had a history of hanging with hippie communes, free love, nudism, etc. He would fit right in to my plans for the evening. Her suprise was who she got to fuck her before the ceremony, I caught a glimpse of him sneaking into the dressing area. It was the guy who had videotaped their rough ass fucking in Anita's little apartment on the side, before I had revealed to her that I knew everything about her secret slutty lifestyle. He brought his camera this time, too. I got to see the video later, and it is now my favorite. He really ravished and ravaged my second time bride-to-be, sparing no hole and holding back nothing. No wonder she looked so flushed and woozy as she made her way down the aisle! Anita looked incredible and very sexy in her white wedding gown, with all the trimmings, little bows, veil, and all that. We stood up before Dave, with Dan at my side, and did our rather traditional and boring saying of the vows and exchanging of rings. I was more than a little excited, though, to see the hickey on Anita's neck, and a few finger marks exposed in her cleavage. I wondered if anyone else could see them, or if you needed to be as close to her as I was to notice. I knew she was most likely leaking that rough trade dude's sperm from her now well covered snatch. If only the guests knew! After the ceremony, we ushered everyone out to head off to the reception party, which was at a different location. As soon as everyone else was gone, Dan, Dave, Anita and I went back inside to have a special little private ceremony. Anita was made to kneel in front of Dave while we recited our vows. This set was a little different. "Do you take this woman, whenever and however you want, to fuck, to pimp, to offer to others, sparing no hole, to be your whore and slave for as long as you both shall live?" "I do." "Do you surrender to this man, to be his whore, to fuck, to suck, to give your body freely to whomever he may choose, to be his sexual slave in every aspect of life, so long as you both shall live?" "I do." "As a token of the commitment you have just made, you must suck the Best Man and the Minister, taking their precious semen upon your slutty veiled face." Dan and Dave had their dicks out as quick as could be, and Anita took up her veil just enough to get them into her mouth. She made quick work of it, both cocks getting a royal sucking, one after the other, and sometimes both in her mouth at the same time. Dan was the first to spurt, aiming well, and coating the veil across Anita's face. Dave let loose shortly after that, muttering "Bless you, whore" as he also coated the veil with a large sticky load. "You may kiss the bride." I had to peel the veil up, as it was sticking to her face with all the semen the two of them had shot on it. I kissed my wife passionately, and could taste their dicks upon her lips, as well as a little of the semen that had managed to soak through the veil. We all were laughing and giggling at this point, as we made our way out to the cars to head off to the reception. I ditched the veil, and wiped the slime off of Anita's face, and off my own as well. It didn't take long to get to the party, and get things in full swing. We cut the cake, and made a toast. Then Anita threw the bouquet to the single ladies. We had thought about leaving a treat hidden in it, but thought better of it at the last moment, no sense pressing our luck. Next it was time for me to throw the garter to the single men. I made quite a show out of Anita's sexy legs, clad in their white fishnet hose, while retrieving the garter to throw. The DJ did the obligatory "stripper" music while I was horsing around, it was great! I was very careful not to raise her skirt too high, I wanted a peek, but I didn't want to risk the audience getting one. Good thing, too, because she had on no panties and her puffy, swollen pussy looking well fucked and was still openly dripping cum. I could have stared at her lovely well-used fuck box for hours, but I had to play it cool. I tossed the garter, and wondered if the guy who caught it would smell what I smelled as I pulled it off. It wasn't soaking, but I'm sure it had a little goo on it, as some had run down Anita's smooth, sexy thigh on that side. We did the first dance to "You Shook Me All Night Long", and the party got into full swing, helped along by an open bar. Anita kept disappearing in the company of different guys throughout the evening, usually only for a few minutes. I was sure she was keeping to the rules we had agreed on for the evening. I patiently waited, even though I thought my cock might burst through my pants thinking about what had already happened, what was likely happening right then, and what would happen later when everyone had gone home Finally the last of the guests had left, and we closed the party down and went off to our hotel suite near the airport, where we would be boarding a plane for Jamaica in the morning. Dave and Dan stayed behind to clean up and take care of things for us, so we could have our own special moment. "I had a hell of a time collecting cum in the jar," Anita told me. "No problem at all getting guys to let me blow them, but getting the cum collected was a bitch, especially without letting them know. I'm afraid I wound up swallowing some of it, but I still got plenty for you." "Did you get fucked? Did anyone ask to fuck you?" "No. I had to proposition everyone I sucked off. No one would make a move, and even after I offered to suck them, they never asked to fuck me. Sorry, baby!" "That's OK. I saw that guy you fucked just before the ceremony, so I'm sure you didn't need any more fucking, he probably pounded the hell out of you. By the way, the hickey and the bruises on your breasts were a nice touch, slut." I laughed. "Fuck, I tried to get him to take it easy, I didn't want it too obvious I had just been banged hard as I walked down the aisle. I think one of my friends may have noticed." "I thought it was great. Is that the jar on the nightstand? Good! Get up on the bed, whore. Hike that skirt up around your waist, and spread your slutty legs for me. Damn! He did go to town on you, didn't he? Fucked you in the ass, too, I see. Well, I'm just going to have to work that slutty pussy some more, whore." I grabbed the jar, and pulled out a turkey baster from my luggage. I dipped the baster into the jar, which had a substantial amount of sticky white cum in it, and sucked the tube full. I dribbled a little from the end onto Anita's still puffy lips for lube, although the load still leaking out from deep inside would probably have done the job. I slid the baster between her now well lubed lips, and gave the bulb a squeeze, pumping her pussy full of strange men's semen. I dipped and filled the baster twice more, squeezing gobs of white cream into her cunt each time. There was still some stuff sticking to the jar, so I stuck my cock into the jar and swirled it around, lubing my shaft well with the last of the cum Anita had collected sucking cocks at the reception. I shoved my cock into Anita's creamy cunt, causing an incredible amount of sperm to squirt out with loud bubbling noises as I displaced it inside her very full hole. She was so ready, and so slick, I wasted no time, and began pounding into her hole with all the force I could bear. The noises were incredibly nasty, sloshing and bubbling, squishy and farty. I couldn't think of a sluttier, nastier thing to be doing, fucking like bunnies in heat, lubed up with the semen of many men who had just watched us be married in church! Anita must have thought it was fucking hot, too, from the way she tore up my back, to the cat-like mewling noises that came out of her mouth. I couldn't last long. I'd been turned on for hours, and the sensations of her hot, tight cunt gripping away at me, sliky slick with semen, were indescribably intense. I pulled out of her sloppy hole, and shot my own load right into her open mouth. I made her clean all the cum off my cock, and it took her more than a few licks to get it all. Then I dived into her muff, and sucked and licked all those guy's loads from her slutty slot. That was close to an all night chore! Anita loved every lick of it, and came too many times to count. We finally collapsed from exhaustion, but just before we slid away into peaceful slumber, I spoke. "I can't wait until we get to Jamaica, baby, and kick this honeymoon into gear. Slut!" "Oh my God!" ▲♀ http://deltavenus.bestdamnpornblogs.com/