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Archive name: wedding.txt (Fdom/cuckold, wife, M+F, intr)
Authors name: Phil (phil121@hotmail.com) 
Story title : Wedding Day Cuckold

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Wedding Day Cuckold (Fdom/cuckold, slut-wife, M+F, intr) 
by Phil (phil121@hotmail.com) 

***

My wife Holly fucks other men. Not just one, but a 
bunch of other men. We've been together for 3 years 
and married for 2 and I have been knowingly (although 
unwillingly) sharing her with any man that has come 
along since the day of our wedding.

Well, that's not entirely true. Holly doesn't cheat 
on me with just any man. She has one basic qualifica-
tion for the men she allows between her legs. Big 
cocks. Holly likes big cocks. Not just your run of 
the mill 7-incher. No, Holly likes guys who are hung 
like bulls. I've watched her face light up on many an 
occasion when she unzips a new guy's pants to find a 
cock she can barely get her fingers around. The 
bigger the better is her motto. 

She has also made it quite clear to me that my little 
5«-incher just doesn't cut it anymore.
 
It wasn't always this way, or so I thought at the 
beginning of our relationship. During the first year 
together things were good, sexually and otherwise. We 
met originally at an IT conference. Holly does web 
design and I work in LAN administration. We hit it 
off from the very beginning.

From the moment I met her I knew I would make Holly 
my wife. We got serious in a short period of time, 
and after a year together I popped the question. 
Holly was thrilled and agreed immediately. It seemed 
at that point as if everything was perfect, and up 
until our wedding day everything was.

I had no idea of the bomb she was going to drop on me 
then and how it would change the nature of our 
relationship forever.
 
We went back to Holly's hometown in Virginia for the 
ceremony. It was traditional from start to finish. We 
had the reception in a medium-sized hall with about 
200 guests, most of which were from Holly's side. I 
had met Holly's parents on several occasions but I 
hadn't had a chance to meet many of her friends, as 
we hadn't visited her hometown since we started 
dating.

The first thing I noticed about her group of friends 
was that they were predominantly male and almost all 
of them were black. This seemed a little unusual to 
me given what I knew of her background but we were 
pretty busy with the usual reception speeches and 
chatter so I didn't give it a lot of thought.

Holly looked beautiful in her long white lace wedding 
dress with the veil she had worn pulled back over her 
short dark hair and all I could think about was 
getting her back to our hotel room and getting that 
dress off her. Then Holly's sister made a speech that 
would signal the beginning of the bizarre lifestyle 
that I've been living ever since.
 
She talked about tradition and the history of the 
family and went on to say something about how Holly's 
family have been observing their wedding day ritual 
for 6 generations and how proud the other women of 
the family were to see Holly carrying on the 
tradition.

I had no idea what she was talking about but everyone 
else seemed to be following her. 
Holly sat beside me with her hand in mine, a smile on 
her beautiful face and a big rosy glow in her cheeks. 
She positively beamed and I felt a huge wave of love 
wash over me thinking that this was the woman who had 
chosen to spend her life with me.

Her sister finished her speech and the music started. 
It was time for the first dance. I was about to get 
up when Holly put her hand on my leg and whispered in 
my ear, "We do it a little different in my family 
Hon, just sit back and relax."
 
One of Holly's 'guests' got up and took her hand to 
lead her to the dance floor. It was a particularly 
large black man who I found out later was named Ray; 
I had just met him before the reception.

They slow danced to the song the DJ played while 
everyone watched and I was left thinking how odd this 
was that she wasn't dancing with me for the first 
dance. As the song continued, Holly and her partner's 
hands seemed to roam a little more freely than I 
thought normal, but everyone around me acted as if 
everything was fine so I didn't say anything. 
Then Ray slid one hand from the middle of my new 
bride's back down over the top of the train of her 
wedding dress and when they turned so her back was 
facing me again, I could see that it was planted 
firmly on her ass!

I was feeling very weird about this now and looked 
around embarrassed, wondering what people were going 
to think. Nobody else flinched at all. They all sat 
chatting quietly watching my wife of less than two 
hours get mauled on the dance floor by this big black 
man. I overheard the woman next to me comment to her 
husband about how good they looked together and then 
something about how this should be a good show. What 
did she mean? I wondered.
 
My attention went back to Holly's face, and I saw 
that she didn't seem to mind the familiarity of her 
partner's touch at all. Quite the opposite in fact, 
she was rubbing her hands over his chest as he moved 
his other hand down to cup both of her ass cheeks and 
brought his face close to hers, apparently whispering 
something in her ear.

She smiled and laughed and then their lips met and 
they kissed. Not a peck, but a long deep kiss that I 
thought should have been reserved for me.

I'd had enough. I was about to get up and put a stop 
to it when the entire hall broke out in applause. 
Everyone had risen to their feet and was cheering my 
new wife and Ray as they kissed as deep and long as I 
had ever kissed her. I slumped into my seat again, 
dumbfounded.
 
Holly's sister took the microphone as the song came 
to an end. "Thanks very much to Ray for being here to 
accept his right of the first dance with the new 
bride." Applause all around. "Ok, I guess we've 
reached the point in the festivities that you've all 
been waiting for so we won't make you wait any 
longer. Bridesmaids, go ahead and do your thing!"
 
With that, a thunderous round of applause arose as 
the music started again and three of my wife's five 
bridesmaids, all dressed in their pink satiny 
dresses, approached the head table and then got on 
their knees to crawl underneath. I had no time to 
think about them however as the other two walked over 
to where my wife and her dark dance partner were 
standing.

One of them lifted Holly's dress up; revealing her 
white lacy panties while the other got on her knees 
and proceeded to undo the garter my new bride wore. 
She didn't stop there however. Once that was off, she 
moved her hands up further and pulled down Holly's 
lace panties.

Holly helped by stepping out of them and the 
bridesmaid handed them to Ray as the entire room of 
200+ people got a perfect shot of my new wife's bush, 
and I sat there unable to move, my mouth agape.
 
Holly's parents sat down on either side of me. Over 
the din of the crowd and the music, her mother told 
me that this was the Bairns' family tradition going 
back over more than a hundred years and was also 
practiced by the majority of the other families in 
the area.

She told me that she had experienced the same thing 
on her wedding day while Holly's father watched and 
that it was intended to start the marriage off 
properly so that there would be no misconceptions 
about the husband's place. She talked about how 
Bairns women needed real men with real cocks to 
satisfy their requirements in bed and that all of the 
women in their family went outside their marriage to 
find men who could keep them happy sexually.

She apologized at how sudden this must all be for me 
but that it had been tried many different ways and 
this seemed to be the best time for husbands to find 
out. She informed me that I would be changing my name 
to Bairns and that any daughters I had would follow 
the same path and that if I truly loved Holly that 
this is something I would have to learn to live with.

My head was swimming.
 
Mrs. Bairns lifted the cloth that covered the head 
table we sat at and her and her husband looked 
underneath. I could see that two of the bridesmaids 
were on one side of the three of us and one was on 
the other. Each of them was on her knees in front of 
one of the black male guests who were seated at the 
table. 

They each had their respective man's cock out and 
were sucking away at three of the hugest hardons I 
had ever seen. None of the men could have been less 
than 9 inches and all were very thick. The women's 
heads bobbed between the legs of the three men as 
their lips moved up and down on the big black cocks.
 
I looked up in time to see my new wife being lead by 
her other two bridesmaids to the banquet table that 
had our wedding cake on it. The cake was pushed to 
one side and Holly sat up on the table. The 
bridesmaids laid her back and then proceeded to lift 
her wedding dress up, exposing her naked lower half 
to the crowd.

Holly's sister picked up the microphone again, 
"Ladies, now comes the moment where you'll see why 
the first dance rights were awarded to our winner. 
For you Bairns men, let this be a reminder to you of 
why you aren't worthy of your women and why you 
should be happy they are good enough to keep you 
around even though there are real men like this out 
there."
 
With that, Ray, my wife's dance partner, unzipped his 
pants and pulled out the biggest, blackest cock I 
have ever seen in my life. This thing reached more 
than halfway to his knee and had to have been as 
thick as my wrist. An audible gasp came from the 
crowd and then a huge round of applause.

Ray acknowledged the guests with a quick wave and 
then moved toward the banquet table where my wife 
lay. The music stopped. I looked at Holly's mother 
sitting beside me and she had a warm smile on her 
face. She looked at me and said, "I've been waiting 
for this moment since the day she was born. I'm so 
proud of her." I was numb.
 
The two bridesmaids stood on either side of the table 
that Holly lay on, and each of them took one of 
Holly's legs, holding them apart lewdly and pulling 
them back so that her ass was raised slightly off the 
table as her dress bunched up about her waste.

Ray moved into position between my wife's legs at the 
end of the table, stroking his enormous black cock 
with his hand. The crowd watched in near silence as 
he put the head of that monster at the opening of her 
pussy and then rubbed it up and down her slit several 
times, getting it wet.

The crowd oohed and aahed as they heard Holly moan 
when his bulbous cockhead rubbed over her clit. They 
went silent again as he moved it down to her opening 
and then he impaled her with a single thrust, burying 
three quarters of that mammoth meat in her and making 
her scream aloud. The crowd cheered.
 
The room was suddenly a hive of activity again. The 
music started. The bridesmaids under our table who 
had stopped working on the three black men returned 
to their oral duties. Several of the women among the 
guests crowded around the table where Ray was slowly 
developing a rhythm as he fucked my wife. His hips 
were pounding in and out now as he buried that big 
bone to the hilt into my little Holly with each 
thrust. Over all the noise you could hear my wife 
grunting as he fucked her and the women watching 
commented on what a good job he was doing and how 
they would like to have him for themselves.
 
The entire scene was completely surreal. I sat 
motionless watching my wife getting plowed by the 
biggest cock I could imagine. Her bridesmaids lifted 
her legs back more so that her knees were pressed up 
against her tits, which were buried under her 
crumpled wedding dress. 
Ray supported himself on the table with his hands on 
either side of my wife's head as he pounded his cock 
into her again and again. My wife was screaming now, 
"Ohhhh...myyyyy! Oh god I'm cummmmiiiiing!" as her 
pussy was stretched to its limits by Ray's massive 
prick.

A couple of the women had helped Ray out of his 
jacket and shirt to reveal his muscular body, his 
black skin shiny with the sweat he was working up 
fucking the living hell out of my bride. I looked 
over at Mrs. Bairns and she had tears in her eyes 
with a big smile on her face.
 
Ray's pace quickened and the noise from the crowd got 
louder as everyone anticipated his climax. You could 
hear him grunting over the crowd as his hips slapped 
against the soft cheeks of Holly's ass. My wife was a 
babbling mess beneath him, screaming like a mad woman 
as she endured the onslaught having orgasm after 
orgasm. Finally Ray raised his head and with a look 
almost of extreme pain he shoved forward once more 
and you could tell he was cumming. 

Holly screamed, "Yes, cum inside me with that big 
beautiful cock!!" as she pressed her arms against the 
table to support herself and bucked her hips back at 
him. Ray bellowed as he came and the entire crowd 
broke out in applause again, cheering. He collapsed 
on top of my wife and after a minute or so, pushed 
himself up with his arms and pulled his cock from my 
wife's wasted pussy. Thick globs of cum dripped from 
her gaping hole as Ray's cock was cleaned orally by 
one of Holly's bridesmaids. 
 
Just when I thought the nightmare couldn't get any 
worse, the three black guys who had been sitting at 
our table being serviced by the bridesmaids got up. 
They walked over toward my wife with their huge 
hardons poking out of their pants. Two of them picked 
her up off the table and carried her into the centre 
of the floor of the hall.

The third man was laying on a blanket that the 
bridesmaids had laid out, on his back, his black cock 
pointing toward the ceiling. My wife was laid on top 
of him, her wedding dress mercifully falling to cover 
their union for a moment, but it was obvious when he 
slipped his cock into her dripping pussy and he began 
fucking her as she rode him. The constant pounding 
seemed to help her get her wind back and she began to 
bounce up and down on his cock, skewering herself 
with it again and again.
 
As the crowd moved around them in a circle to watch 
my wife get royally fucked by someone other than her 
husband for the second time that day, one of the 
other black men moved into position behind my wife. 

"Oh God no.." I thought, but I knew what was coming. 
As the crowd looked on and my wife screamed at the 
top of her lungs, he lifted her dress to unveil her 
ass once again, and gradually wedged that huge cock 
of his into her tight little asshole. I had been 
there with my little cock before and knew how 
sensitive she was there and couldn't imagine what she 
must be feeling with that giant python inside her. 

Bit by bit he fed her ass his cock while the other 
man continued plumbing the depths of her cunt. The 
third black guy moved over in front of her and by the 
time he had his cock buried deep in her throat I had 
already resigned myself to the fact that every 
indignity I could possibly imagine would be hoisted 
upon me this evening. 200 people were watching my 
wife get fucked in all holes by three of the best-
hung black men I had ever seen and I felt powerless 
to do anything.
 
The four of them gyrated there on the floor for what 
seemed like an eternity. Holly's mother sat beside me 
in a glee yelling for them to fuck her harder, that 
she deserved those big black cocks after suffering 
with my little prick during our courtship. Holly was 
moaning incoherently as she came again and again, her 
faced stuffed with black cock. The man in her ass 
came first, bellowing as he filled her rectum with 
sperm. The crowd cheered. 
Moments later the man beneath her gave her pussy its 
second load of black cum of the day. The crowd 
cheered again. Finally, the man fucking her face 
unloaded down her throat. You could see the muscles 
working as she swallowed over and over again and the 
crowd roared louder than ever. He finally pulled out 
and my wife gasped and collapsed on the man beneath 
her. 
 
I managed to unfreeze myself from my seat and got up 
and staggered toward the crowd gathered around my 
freshly fucked wife. The crowd parted and everyone 
smiled and whispered as I made my way through them. I 
finally reached the place where my wife lay on top of 
one black man with two others spent beside her. I got 
down on my knees with tears welling up in my eyes and 
all I could muster was a weak "Why?"
 
My wife looked at me and said for the entire room to 
hear, "Baby, you didn't honestly think that you could 
keep me satisfied with that pathetic little prick of 
yours did you? Now be a dear and go get me a glass of 
champagne so we can toast this occasion properly."
 
And that's exactly what I did...

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