My Cuckold Wedding

"So cruel yet so hot! Great idea sis!" Brittany said.

Abby rounded the table before carefully pouring my own juices over my wedding cake.

"Tuck in!" Abby giggled.

To most people, the cake would have been utterly ruined, but of course I ate every bite eagerly, and even scooped up my own cum after too. Abby looked pleased at my clean plate. Once everyone had eaten their non cum-covered cake, Abby gave her sister a knowing look.

"Everyone, it is time for the bride to retire for the night and consummate the marriage." She announced.

Instinctively, I stood up as my wife did. Everyone at the table except me chuckled.

"Sit down little man." Michael said, standing up and slapping my wife's ass. "She needs a good wedding fuck, don't you?"

"Yes sir!" My wife replied eagerly, all eyes on Michael. "You can come up too and listen through the walls I guess..."

Michael quickly scooped my wife up in his strong, muscular arms. I followed them upstairs and watched as Michael slammed the door of the bridal suite in my face.

"Happy wedding day honey!" I heard my wife call out.

Before she could say anything else, I heard the unmistakable giggles of two adults taking off each others clothes. Accepting my fate, I headed to my bedroom, ready for a night of torture, as I heard the headboard start to slam relentlessly against the wall, my dick straining in it's permanent prison.