Rachael: Cuckold Wedding Ch. 01byNaughtyHubby©
This is a story about cuckolding and humiliation, so if you don't enjoy that, save your time and spare me more of those "He should kick her ass out and beat them all up with a baseball bat" emails. It is a story filled with stereotypes and cliches. It is not meant to be original, innovative, or sensual. It is meant to be nasty and exaggerated. All in all, it is "low" in its goals and approaches ;) Of course, there needs to be a certain amount of background and scene-setting to make it work properly, so I hope you get past that part. Enjoy!
James let his eyes wander around, looking at the gathered crowd. His wedding reception was quite large, thanks to his rich parents. James only knew about half of the people who were standing around, drinking champagne, and chatting about things that no one really cared about. He could see his parents, talking to his bride's sister. He could spot his new in-laws. But he could not see his very own bride.
The thought of Rachael sent a chill through him. James would have never thought that a woman like her could be interested in him. She was stunningly beautiful to begin with - 5'6, 115 pounds, with firm C-cup breasts that were emphasized by her exceptionally slender and elegant frame. She was extremely confident, and had taken over their relationship from the very beginning. James didn't mind - in fact, it was the memory of the way she treated him in the bedroom that had his cock growing in his wedding tuxedo pants now.
Before Rachael, James had only met stuck-up women that his parents had introduced him to, and some shy ones who were not used to being around members of the high society. But Rachael knew what she wanted, and she took it from James with ease. Bit by bit, she had started to be rough with him, and he loved it. He had never had control over his life, with his parents being so overbearing. He had needed a very strong woman to take over and finally rescue him from their grasp. And surprisingly, he found that dedicating himself to her every need was an excitement without comparison. It finally gave James a purpose in this comfortable life, and he did not have to think for himself any more than he used to.
Of course, he was scared at first. Rachael was an obviously gorgeous and confident woman, and could easily pick her mate. James, on the other hand, was skinny, not very tall, and unfortunately anything but well-endowed. His first sexual encounter was with one of the high class nannies that his mother had hired. The nanny had decided to wash him in the bath tub, maybe in order to get on his good side and have him give her one of his spare Ferraris. But when he was sitting in the tub, looking at her wide eyed, and she finally reached into the water and grabbed his penis, she had started to laugh. James, still standing in the middle of his wedding reception, blushed a deep shade of red as he remembered how embarrassed he had felt - a 16 year old with a nanny who was fondling his tiny cock and laughing straight to his face. The nanny had teased him about it, she had told him that his father, who was frequently fucking the maids and nannies, was three times his size, and that James should better learn to use his tongue - which was bigger than his puny cock anyway. James had had the strongest orgasm of his young life in that moment, with the nanny stroking him easily between her middle finger and thumb under the water, still laughing at him. She had even lifted her slightly sticky fingers out of the water and pressed them to his lips, and he had gratefully cleaned them off.
James blinked and cleared his throat. He realized that his small cock was all hard and throbbing, but he didn't have to worry about anyone seeing it. It barely made a dent in the front of his pants. He quickly emptied a whole glass of champagne and walked over to the stairs, still thinking of his bride. He remembered that she had also smiled and giggled at his size, but she had told him that it was alright. She had taught him to lick her, and use his fingers, to get her off. And in return, she had sucked his tiny pecker into her mouth for a few moments, and swallowed the few drops that it spurted. In their two years together, James had never had his cock in his fiancee's - now his wife's - pussy. She had started to be rougher with him, sitting on his face instead of lying in front of him. She had started to call him names and grab his hair, and she had made him lick and tongue fuck her ass until she came all over her own fingers. James would do anything to please this woman, and he knew that she was the one to show him the way.
James slowly walked up the stairs, again wondering where his bride might be. She had looked so gorgeous in her pure white dress, with the veil contrasting her dark eyes and hair, walking so elegantly in her white high heels. She had chosen six inch platform heels, and he knew she was towering over him when they were standing at the altar together. He had wondered for a moment how that might have looked to the guests, but he knew that it was her place. She was his goddess, and people should be able to see it. When they had kissed, her mouth had tasted somewhat strange, reminding him of kissing her after she had sucked the cum out of his tiny cock. He tried to remember when she had done that the last time, but it seemed to be quite a while ago.
When James arrived at the hallway upstairs, where no guests should be, he heard some faint sounds coming from the bedroom at the end of the corridor. It was the wedding bedroom, where he and his bride would spend the night of their wedding. He had prepared it himself; pure white satin sheets on a huge bed, silver balloons with hearts flying on the ceiling, and a special bottle of $1500 Dom Perignon standing chilled next to the bed. For a moment, his heart skipped a beat. Could it be that something was going on? James had suspected several times that Rachael might have someone on the side. He had found the typical hints of it ever since they got together. She was out with her girl friends all the time, dressing up in sexy, but still elegant clothes. She had called him from a friend's house several times, seemingly out of breath, and telling him she'd be late. And she often undressed in the dark, sometimes only turning the light on once her pussy and ass were smothering his face.
More than that, she had hinted during almost every of their recent sex sessions that she might have to go out and find a good fat cock to fuck. She knew it excited him, because it was such a naughty thing to say. She would ride his face with her cunt and watch his puny little cock throb and twitch when she described how she should get a real fuck for a change, and how James should get to see what it is that he can't give her. James sometimes came like that, without touching his tiny cock, just from pushing his tongue into his fiancee until his tongue muscles were aching, and hearing her say those things. But he thought they were only fantasies, and that he was truly enough to satisfy her.
He was very wrong.
The closer he got to the door, the more he heard the sighs. If his bride was cheating on him, he would have expected loud screams and the sound of the bed squeaking, from a fucking harder than anything he could ever give her. But the only sound he could make out were deep breaths of his bride, and long, moaning sighs. His little cock was making a small wet spot at the front of his pants as his hand reached for the door. He wasn't sure if he was ready to see what was behind that door, but he knew he could not turn back. He opened it slowly, and stepped into the wedding bedroom.
The sight of his bride stunned him. Rachael was on the bed, her eyes closed, and her full lips parted. She was still wearing her wedding dress, with her pushed up breasts building such a lovely cleavage. Her white platform heels were placed firmly on the bed, and her gown was pushed up over her waist. This allowed James to see the base of the huge cock that was stuffed into his newlywed wife's tight cunt. She was taking her time pushing herself up and down on it, obviously enjoying the feeling of every single inch. It took her about 15 seconds to slide up. She paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. Then she lowered herself, just as slowly, sighing loudly with the sensation. The massive shaft sank into her pussy, her lips clinging tightly to it as she was so fully stretched out. It seemed like she could not even get the last couple of inches inside of her, but she bit her lip and pushed hard, grunting softly with every push, until her cunt was taking it all.
James did not move, but his cock was raging in his wedding tuxedo pants. He felt shocked, and a part of him wanted to die, right there and then. Another part had known this was going to happen sooner or later. But on their wedding, with all the guests downstairs? James watched for a while, as his bride took her time in feeling a real cock invading her hole. James had a hard time tearing his gaze off of her, but he managed long enough to realize that the man she was fucking was the Best Man, Alan. Rachael had introduced them soon after they got engaged, and pushed for them to become good friends. James now had an idea why. The best man had his eyes closed too, and he arched his hips up to allow the bride to fuck herself as deeply with his monster cock as she wanted.
A smile spread on Rachael's face as she rested on the Best Man, her cunt stretched out thoroughly. Slowly, she opened her eyes. As she saw her groom standing there, watching, her smile faded a little. But then it turned into a wicked grin. She moved her ass up, her pussy lips clinging tightly to the fat shaft in her hole. All the while, she looked directly into James' eyes. This was his chance... she tested him, to see whether he would get mad and yell, or run out and cry. Either of those cases would have spoiled her fun, but she had trained and probed him for many months to prepare him for this moment. And it paid off. He did not yell. He did not run. Instead, she could see his hand moving to the wet spot in the front of his pants, as he began rubbing the head of his tiny pecker through the fabric.
Rachael pushed herself down deftly on the best man and put on a frown. "James, what are you doing here?"
James' heart started beating faster and harder. He blushed - he always felt so bad when she was mad at him for something. "I... I was looking for you..." Rachael leaned back a little, and James could see Alan's fat shaft bending and bulging out somewhat. The blood vessel that ran along the underside of the shaft was impressively large and swollen. As James looked up to his wife's face, he saw her face again... and was wondering whether her expression was mocking, or truly upset.
Rachael's voice sure sounded angry. "You are supposed to take care of the guests of our wedding reception, honey. Not wander around the house rubbing your little hard on."
James blushed even more. His hand had been rubbing up and down between his legs the whole time. "I'm sorry sweetheart..." He lowered his head.
Rachael smiled, and Alan chuckled underneath her. She leaned back and placed her hands on the best man's chest, then started to lift her hips up and down. Her pussy was on full display as it was stretched out over and over again. Rachael sighed loudly.
James looked up again, and took a deep breath. "But honey... why... I mean..."
She simply smiled at his shy question. Wasn't it obvious? Her breasts started to bounce in her wedding dress as she rode Alan's cock faster. "You mean, why am I letting your best man push his huge cock into my newlywed cunt, just minutes after speaking my vows to you?" She giggled, and James nodded. "Baby, my wedding day is supposed to be the best day of my life, right?"
James nodded again, hesitantly, and Rachael continued.
"Well, your tiny wee-wee can't make my day, sweetie. I am a real woman, and I need a real man to give me the highest pleasures. You know you can't give me that, right?"
James shivered. His hand resumed the rubbing. He could not stand to look into her eyes, so his gaze automatically dropped and watched the base of his best man's cock; his bride's cunt juices were running down over it, and over those large balls beneath. "I know Rachael, but... we had sex yesterday and..."
A laugh mixed into her moans, as she went on fucking the best man. Her golden wedding band and diamond engagement ring were pressing into Alan's chest as she rode him hard. "Honey, that's what *you* call sex. For me, it's barely more interesting than watching TV. I just needed a good fuck. Hell, I haven't had a good fuck since..." She laughed, and looked right into James' eyes. "Well, since your father fucked my cunt and filled me with his cum this morning."
James' eyes went open wide. His little cock throbbed and ached. His chest felt like it was going to implode. "My father?"
Rachael moaned and straightened herself up again. Her left hand started rubbing her clit, as the thought of her activities of the morning of her wedding turned her on. She was bouncing hard on Alan's cock now, and James could hear his best man groan under his bride's forceful fuck thrusts. "Yes baby. I've teased him for months now, and today it finally happened. He came into the bathroom where I was preparing for our ceremony. I wasn't wearing my wedding gown yet, only my white panties, stockings, garter belt, heels, and the push-up bra. Your dad stared at me - his son's gorgeous bride - while I was putting my dark lipstick on. All I had to do was look at his eyes in the mirror and slowly spread my legs further apart." Rachael breathed deeper now, gasping and moaning. James knew those sounds from when he was licking her cunt or ass. His bride was close to cumming on his best man's cock.
She continued, "Ohhh... yes, he moved behind me, and bent me over the sink. God, your father's cock is even bigger than Alan's. I don't know how your pecker can be so puny! Ohh...mhhh... god your dad fucked me so hard and filled me with his cum. And... oohh... and I walked down the aisle to wed you with your dad's cum running down my thighssss....nnghh..." Rachael threw her head back as the orgasm shook her whole body. She tensed, her hips rocking... James was sick to his stomach, but at the same time, this was the most beautiful sight of his whole life. His bride, so gorgeous in her white wedding attire, cumming so hard, her cum leaking down his best man's cock.
Rachael calmed down as the orgasm subsided. Her face was flushed, and her firm breasts were heaving with her deep breaths. When she opened her eyes, James thought for just a moment that he saw an expression of guilt - but it could have been pity as well. It faded rather quickly as she ground her ass in little circles, enjoying the hard cock in her still randomly spasming cunt. She took a deep breath, her voice soft and gentle. "Honey... I know this is hard for you. But I promise you that if you do everything to make this day the best day of my life, I will never have another man again." There was a sparkle in her eyes, and a smirk tugging on her lips, but James trusted her completely. How could he not - she was his goddess.
He said, "Yes, sure. I'll do anything as long as you will be my wife forever."
Rachael smiled even more. Her voice had a certain edge to it. "Oh, I am sure that you will, and don't worry, you are my husband forever." She looked into his eyes as she slowly licked her own cum from her diamond engagement ring.
To be continued...
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