My Cuckold Wedding

*I am aware that this idea has been done before. I wanted to put my own spin on it, so I hope you enjoy it!*

Introduction

My wedding day was quite unlike anything you could ever possibly imagine. I had met my now wife, Abby, around 9 years ago. We'd instantly hit it off, having already connected over our college degree. It took me a few weeks to build up the courage to ask her out, but when I did, I was glad she had said yes. Abby was my first and only serious relationship. I'd tried casually dating a couple of other women in college, but the sexual chemistry was simply not there... at least not for them.

It was after around 7 weeks of dating that I finally brought Abby back to my dorm room. A bit tipsy, I fumbled about with her dress before she quickly knelt infront of me, eager to suck my dick. Of course, the moment she pulled my pants down, she let out a shrill, uncontrollable laugh.

"Oh my fucking god!" She'd exclaimed. "Is that even three inches?"

Of course, I'd embarrassingly had to explain that my penis was in fact, only 2.7 inches long when fully erect.

"Wow! Well... you might as well lick me to orgasm first and then we can sort you out." She said, taking control of the awkward situation.

I ended up licking her to 2 powerful orgasms that night, and she'd been fairly impressed with my oral skills. When I finally slid my dick into her pussy, I only lasted a couple of minutes, before my little pecker spurted my thin, watery load into the XS condom. She claimed that I'd done a good job, but in reality I think she just felt bad for me.

We had sex a few more times over the next few weeks, but I could tell that Abby would never be satisfied with my oral ability alone. She teasingly joked that there were so many hung guys on campus and playfully teased about how she'd drawn the 'short straw'. I blurted out that she should sleep with them. We quickly discussed our boundaries and within a week, she'd been fucked by two of the college football team players. It turned me on, thinking of her being pounded by those alpha cocks while I resigned myself to jerking off in my dorm room.

By graduation, Abby had been sleeping with every single member of the football team on a regular basis, and had even boasted to me that she'd been double penetrated by a couple of the leading players. So naturally, she was disappointed when we moved away for work. We both got jobs in Ohio, working at different firms. Our sex life was still fairly tame; mainly handjobs and oral play. One night, Abby randomly asked if I'd ever heard of chastity. I of course had, and we again discussed if I would like to try it. A few days later, my new cage arrived. It's the one I'm wearing right now actually, as it was a perfect size; Abby knew me so well.

After that, Abby started hooking up with local singles, while I stayed locked in chastity. She would release me every month or so for sex, but as our relationship continued to stand the test of time, the same could not be said for Abby's eagerness to unlock me. For the last 2 and a half years, Abby and I have not had penetrative sex. She has slept exclusively with 4 bulls that she found through various dating apps and friends of friends. Our sex life now consists of my eating her out a couple of nights every week, and her giving me a handjob every few months... if she's feeling generous. She sleeps with her bulls a minimum of 3 times per week.

2 years ago, I proposed to Abby. Our love over the years had grown stronger. Our understanding of each other, both mentally, physically and sexually had grown in leaps and bounds, and we knew it was the right decision. When I dropped to one knee to propose, it felt so right. We agreed that Abby would take control of the decisions in our relationship; a completely Female led relationship. We haven't looked back since.

Of course, that meant that my wedding had been planned, in it's entirety, by Abby. I was allowed to pick my own suit, with Abby's oversight, but everything else had been chosen by her. I wouldn't have had it any other way though; I knew that she knew what was best for the both of us. I absolutely love her and it felt so right.

Preparing

The venue that Abby chose was a beautifully serene cottage on the coast. I arrived before her, and was shown to the spare guest room where I would be changing. The cottage was a cute, six bedroom property. I heard another car roll onto the gravel driveway outside; That would be Abby. I knew better than to look of course; it was not good luck to see the bride on her wedding day. I heard two voices laughing as my wife raced upstairs.

"Oh of course we have time! Come on, your little slut wants your big cock!" I head Abby say while giggling.

"Fuck it, alright then!" The other voice replied.

I heard the door of the master bedroom slam shut, before voices started giggling from the room next to me. The other voice, I think, was Michael. I'd recognised it because he was one of my wife's 4 bulls. The other three were Jamal, Enzo and Lucas. She slept with them regularly, but Michael was her favourite. I'd only been allowed to see him a handful of times, but my lord was he built like a god.

He was 6'3" tall. He had curly brown hair with hazel colour eyes, all of which was held together by a strong, chiseled jawline. His body was perfection too; Thick bulging arm muscles, great pecs and a nice six pack to complete his upper body. His legs were muscly too. But what had impressed me the most, was his dick. I am not attracted to men or their dicks, but I can appreciate a good one when I see it, and I'd be lying if I said my mouth hadn't drooled a little when I saw it. Well, actually I hadn't seen it. I'd seen the outline through Michael's tight, boxer briefs. His dick was still soft, but it looked so thick through his underwear; it was at least 4.5" soft. I've only ever dreamt of how big it could actually be, although Abby had teased that it is over 8" long. It made sense, therefore, that my wife would want Michael at our wedding, seeing as I wasn't going to be able to please her.

"Pump a thick load into my pussy!" I heard my soon-to-be wife scream, snapping me out of my reverie.

I realised I'd been standing there for about twenty minutes, just listening to my wife being drilled by her bull. I think the whole world could hear her screams of ecstasy. Michael came, as the headboard finally stopped banging on the wall, and my wife's moans of pleasure finally died down.

I needed to shower in the ensuite before getting ready; I had leaked so much precum that if you'd seen me standing in my underwear, you'd have thought I'd pissed myself. I headed into the bathroom.

The ceremony

Our wedding, as I mentioned, was completely different to a "traditional" wedding. As decided by Abby, I was to walk down the aisle; not her. I donned my suit and prepared to make the walk that would seal my fate. Of course, I had remembered Abby's very strict instructions, and quickly unzipped my suit's fly. I pulled my chastity cage out of the pee-hole for all to see. It was just a further symbol of our sexual love for each other. I was grateful that not many people would actually see this.

You see, Abby and I tried to keep our fetishes away from our family and friends. Only a handful of people knew, and only a couple of people had been invited to the wedding. On Abby's side, her sister was joining the wedding troupe. Abby's sister, Brittany, was a professional dominatrix, so she was well versed in the nature of our relationship. She was very accepting of our lifestyle choice, and even encouraged Abby to be crueler to me.

On my side, I brought along Charlie, one of my oldest friends. We'd known each other for many years, confiding our deepest secrets to each other. Charlie had slept with my wife a couple of times upon my asking, and he was comfortable with the arrangement that I had with Abby.

Adjusting my chastity cage, to make sure that it was on fully display, I headed out of the cottage. Our wedding was to take place on the beach, which was no easy feat to achieve. It had cost us thousands upon thousands of dollars to find a private beach, so I had been very grateful that the weather had held out for us. The warm summer air was complemented with a cooling sea breeze. As I made my way onto the beach, I was greeted by an exciting sight. In their seats were Charlie and Brittany, our guests. There was a small raised podium, where our officiant stood, as well as my soon to be wife, and Michael. Michael was dressed in a similar black suit to mine, except his dick wasn't hanging out of his flies. Abby was standing next to him. She looked beautiful. She wore a fair amount of makeup and her hair was intricately done up. But what caught my eye, and what caused my dick to scream in it's cage, was what she was wearing. She had on a sheer wedding dress. It was practically see-through and left very little to the imagination. It was also short, like a summer dress rather than a traditional wedding dress, and when the breeze blew, her dress flew up and I gasped as I noticed she wasn't wearing any panties.

"You look beautiful honey" I said, reaching the podium.

Abby gushed at this and complimented me back. I stood infront of Abby and Michael, with the officiant off to one side. As rehearsed, I quickly dropped to my knees in front of them. I quickly adjusted my cage so that it poked out of my trousers, before clasping my hands being my back.

"Ready?" The officiant asked my wife.

"Yes!" She said, smiling warmly at me.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today, to witness and celebrate the union of Abigail and Oliver. The nature of their relationship may be unique, however the love they have for each other is what will not only bring them together today, but keep them together forever!" The officiant said, with an air of bravado. "As agreed, the couple will now read out their own vows."

Abby nudged Michael who fished out a page from the pocket inside his suit. He handed it to her and she began reading.

"Oliver... as I stand here infront of you today, I am filled with nothing but love. From the moment we met, I knew I would be standing on this altar today, marrying you. The love and faith you have shown me over the last 9 years has been nothing short of perfection. I hope to be a good wife to you. I promise to be unfaithful and sleep with many men outside of our marriage. I promise to keep you teased and denied for your pleasure. And lastly, I promise to love you always." Abby said, grinning down at me.

Her words stung. Knowing she would continue to tease and deny me, to cuckold me, was quite scary. Except deep down, in the pit of my heart, I knew it was what I craved.

"And now Oliver, I believe you have prepared something for Abigail?" The officiant said, turning to me.

I was stunned. I hadn't prepared anything. I looked up to Abby who tapped her breast. It took me a moment to figure out what she was doing, but I realised she meant it was in my suit jacket. As agreed, Abby had written my vows for me. I nervously pulled out the script, unsure of what I was about to say.

"My beautiful darling Abby. As I kneel infront of you today, I want everyone to know that it is because I love you. It is a symbol of your superiority over me that I am knelt, while you are standing. The cage that imprisons my penis is again, a symbol of my love to you. I promise to encourage and support you, as you continue to be unfaithful, sleeping with countless men that you wish to. I promise to love you always and be your humble servant." I read.

I thought I had finished but there was one last sentence that shocked me. All eyes were on me as I stuttered before finally reading out the statement.

"Lastly, I promise to remain denied for you. I will remain celibate for the rest of my living days. I ask that you rid the world of the keys to my chastity cage..." I said, reading the script.

I was shocked at what I'd just said. I could easily have left it out; could easily have asked for the ceremony to be paused. And yet I'd just agreed to the fact that I would never have sex again. A wave of heat flushed over me.

"As you have decided to not wear rings, due to Abby's infidelity, it is my pleasure to now pronounce you husband and wife!" The officiant exclaimed.

Cheers erupted from Charlie and Brittany as well as Michael who patted my shoulder roughly.

"You may now kiss the bride!" The officiant cheered.

I was about to stand up, about to take my wife in my hands and kiss her. But of course, one stern look from her told me that that was not going to happen. Instead, she lifted up her dress, revealing her cleanly shaved pussy to me. It had been weeks since I'd seen that pussy, and my word was it glorious. Her soft pink lips, called for my tongue. I leant forward and quickly kissed her pussy, gently at first, before sliding my tongue in. I could taste Michaels cum inside of her as soon as my tongue entered her hole. It was a salty mess, but I made sure to lap up every drop. I could hear our guests watching in awe as silence fell upon us. I licked my wife for several minutes, making sure I scooped out every drop of cum from her pussy before she finally pushed my head away gently.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the bride and groom would now like a moment alone. If you would please follow me back to the cottage!" The officiant said, guiding Michael, Charlie and Brittany towards the small cottage.

After the guests had gone back to the cottage, Abby took my hand and led me to the waterfront. We walked along the beach, the warm waves lapping at our bare feet. We didn't talk; both of us reflected on the ceremony and what we'd just vowed to. I'd lost track of time, but after a while we headed back to the cottage. As we were approaching the cottage, there was a small fold up table laid out on the sand, near the waterfront.

"I have a wedding surprise for you Olli" Abby said.

She led me to the small table, and as we got closer, I could finally make out what was on it. There were a pile of napkins, a bottle of lube, a bowl, a glass jar and a small key. Before I could ask anything, Abby explained.

"Today will be the last orgasm you have while uncaged. In the future, you may be permitted an orgasm from anal stimulation, but this will be the last time I ever unlock your cage... seeing as you begged so nicely on the altar!" She said, winking at me.

She picked up the key and quickly unlocked my chastity cage. Freedom. It felt amazing and my dick could finally breathe again as she slid off the cage.

"No touching!" She shouted, swatting my eager hand away. "Now... I did want to give you a wet, sloppy blowjob, but Michael forbade it."

The thought of that alone had caused my dick to start leaking precum. Noticing this, Abby quickly picked up the shallow bowl and held it under my cock. My precum quickly dropped into the bowl before settling into a tiny puddle.

"Let me explain what's going to happen. I am going to wank you off, making you leak as much as possible, keeping you on the edge for as long as I can. When you finally orgasm, we will then dispose of your chastity key for good. Understood?" She asked.

I nodded, confirming that I knew what was about to happen.

"Good. Hold this." She instructed, giving me the bowl.

I held it under my penis to ensure I caught every single drop of my fluids. I don't know where she got it from, but Abby pulled out a blindfold and I was plunged into darkness. I heard some shuffling for a couple of minutes before sensation hit my penis. It was cold, but the lube was quickly run all over my penis. Abby's hand gripped it very loosely, allowing me to feel just minuscule amounts of pleasure.

"I'm completely naked now..." She cooed, caressing my dick.

This inevitably caused me to leak and I caught it in the bowl; or at least I think I did. Abby began massaging my member while talking dirty in my ear. She told me all about how Michael had fucked her that morning, and how his cock was so much bigger than mine. She told me how he would be tearing off her dress later on that night and how she thought my penis was the smallest she'd ever seen. She told me how she wanted my penis to shrink into nothing; how she wanted it to never be able to get hard again. All of this caused me to leak and leak and leak. Copious amounts of precum filled the bowl. Of course, every time my breathing intensified, Abby quickly released my cock from her grip. This went on for about thirty minutes. It was brutal. Relentless teasing paired with merciless denial. It was pleasure and pain all in one. She began the process again, applying more lube. This time felt different though; I was ready to cum.

"Okay, you have my permission to cum now..." Abby said, increasing her stroke speed.

She pumped and pumped my cock with her well lubed hand. The slightest of touches now sent shivers down my spine. I was close; on the edge.

"I'm so close Abby!" I announced.

"Cum for me baby!" Abby moaned in my ear.

That was enough to bring me to orgasm. The second I felt myself go over the edge, Abby completely let go of my shaft. I could do nothing but stand there and hold the bowl as I felt my cum trickle down into it. I felt no pleasure at all. It felt almost like I was pissing, except I knew it was cum. I probably came for a good thirty seconds before Abby finally wiped me clean with the tissues. I was still quite hard, having been left frustrated. I felt her take the bowl from my hands before she put the cage back on me. It was cruel. I felt awful and yet so turned on at the same time. It took a few minutes for my penis to settle down enough for her to cram the cage back on. After locking me she told me to wait there. Still blindfolded, I stood like a statue; obeying her command she soon returned and there was some more shuffling before my eyes were nearly blinded by the light. She smiled at me as she took the blindfold off.

"Did you enjoy that?" She asked.

"Very much so!" I replied eagerly, "Thank you..."

"You're very welcome husband!" She said, giving me a peck on the lips.

I noticed that the bowl of my cum was gone, as well as the tissues and lube. All that was left was the jar. Grinning at me, Abby dropped the keys into the jar before sealing it shut.

"You can do the honours!" She said, guiding me towards the waterfront.

She handed me the jar as we reached the water. This was my last chance. If I did this, I would seal my fate; My penis would never be free again. With a deep sigh, I launched the jar into the air and watched, as it hit the water with a satisfying 'plonk'. My fate was sealed. Abby took my hand and led me back to the cottage, a small tear forming in my eye.

The reception

Back at the cottage, a lovely dinner had been laid out for the five of us. A full roast dinner with turkey (Abby's favourite) with all the trimmings you'd expect, were laid neatly on the table. Abby sat at the head of the table of course, with Michael on one side and me on the other. I sat next to Charlie and Michael was next to Brittany. After our heavy meal, we took a breather before slow dancing to "Perfect" by Ed Sheeran. Finally, the cottage host brought out a wedding cake. It was a cute Victoria sponge; not too big as there were only five of us.

"I love you!" Abby said, as we cut the cake together.

We kissed each other again before sitting down to tuck into the tasty looking cake. Just as I was about to take a bite, Abby stopped me.

"Oh, silly me!" She exclaimed, "One second."

She raced out of the room to the kitchen. All of us sat, rooted to the spot, waiting for her to return.

"I forgot your creamy icing!" She exclaimed, entering the room with an all too familiar bowl.

It was, of course, a bowl filled with my cum and precum. Charlie gasped, while Michael let out a roar of laughter.