The Blushing Bride’s Cuckold
By Alexa Couteau
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2015 Alexa Couteau
MATURE CONTENT WARNING
This eBook contains mature content and is intended for a mature audience only.
All characters portrayed in this work of fiction are consenting adults 18 years of age or older.
I couldn’t believe I was finally going to marry my sweetheart, Jessie. We’d been together for years now, and today was finally the day. The day we’d finally get married. And with that came something I’d been waiting a long time for, losing our virginities. We’d both been saving ourselves for marriage. I don’t know how I was able to hold out. Jessie must have been the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes on. We’d been together since college now, and after she told me that she was fully planned on staying a virgin until her wedding night, I couldn’t say no. I wanted her more than anything, I wasn’t going to be an idiot and give her up just because I wanted some quick satisfaction that instant.
Sure, we’d mess around with everything else, which certainly kept me going as well. I always loved it whenever I was lucky enough to get a blowjob or anything else from her. Though those had seemed far and few between recently. I just knew that would change now though. We were going to get married! That’s what we needed to be a catalyst to spark up our life. Now there would be no reason why we couldn’t have sex. I was finally going to get my reward after all these years of waiting, all these years of making sure that Jessie was happy and making sure that she would stay with me.
Sometimes, people would call me a door mat, but I just wanted her to be happy. Besides, I knew what was waiting for me. And tonight I was finally going to get it.
I always loved pleasing her. It was my favorite thing in the world to hear her moan as I would lap away at her delicious pussy. I’d finger her and hit her g spot as my tongue circled her little clit. It was always a wondrous time. Sometimes I wondered if I enjoyed it just as much, if not more, than she did. That was my only opportunity to do anything with her pussy.
I’d always get hard as a rock afterwards. Every now and then she’d be nice enough to return the favor and suck my cock. I’d always finish really quickly. I just couldn’t handle having a woman so beautiful look deeply into my eyes as her tongue every so delicately played with my cock. She certainly knew how to drive a man wild with her tongue. Though she swore she’d never done it with anyone else. I was her first everything, she had said; that made me feel even better.
I was smart. So many idiots would abandon perfectly good women just because they wouldn’t put out on the first night. I was in it for the long term, and it was going to be so much better because of it. Having sex with my sweetheart on our wedding night would be better than a thousand drunken one night stands. I just knew it! There was nothing in the world that could stop me now. I was finally going to have my just reward. I couldn’t wait to stick my cock inside of her. Even my fingers had trouble going inside her tight little pussy. I could only imagine what it would feel like to have her pussy wrapped around my cock; completely unprotected for the very first time. Oh man, I could feel myself stiffen at the very thought of it. It wasn’t far from now. I was just about to leave so that I could wait for her by the altar.
It was going to be a small gathering. Neither of us really liked huge events, and since I was footing the bill it was all that I could really afford too. Our parents helped as much as they could, but ultimately I was paying for the vast majority of it. Jessie said that she didn’t mind, and after all I spent a small fortune on her engagement ring. I still remember that night was like yesterday.
I had made a special dinner just for her. We sat in my luxury apartment by candle light. She was wearing this absolutely stunning skin tight black dress, her perfume was intoxicating and I couldn’t help but be utterly entranced by her beautiful blue eyes framed by her smoky eyeshadow and eyeliner. The candle flames lit up her eyes, I still find myself daydreaming about that night again and again.
She was absolutely perfect. After we had finished eating, we sat on my couch drinking wine. I remember her, looking intently at the TV, her toned legs crossed over one another, the hem of her dress riding up her thighs. I turned to her and put my hand on her luscious milky white legs.
“Honey, I have a question for you,” I said. I almost melted as her eyes glanced over at me and she smiled.
“What is it, dear?” she asked. I slid down from the couch and got down on one knee. Her mouth dropped. “Are you really—“ she stammered.
I nodded. “Will you marry me?” I asked as I pulled out the engagement ring, it’s large diamond sparkling in the glint of the candle lights.
She put her hands over her mouth, tears welled up in her eyes. She nodded, “Yes! Yes of course!” I couldn’t have been a happier man that day. My one and only love wanted to marry me. She put her hand down in front of me. I gently held it as I slipped the ring onto her finger. She smiled the whole time. She brought her hand close to her face to admire it.
“Rob, you must have spent a fortune on this,” she exclaimed. She was right. I don’t know how many paychecks I’d saved, how many nights out with friends I’d turned down all so that I could give her a ring she deserved.
“Anything for you,” I said. She smiled, “You’re such a sweetheart, I always knew you’d be the right one for me.”
She uncrossed her legs. I was still kneeling in front of her. She grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it back and then spread her legs in front of my face. She wasn’t wearing any panties, her bare pussy lips glistened with desire. I’d never seen her so aroused. I guess diamonds really were a girl’s best friend.
I immediately leaned forward and grabbed onto each of her legs as I put my face towards the treasure that was waiting for me. I wanted nothing more than to please her. It was all I wanted. I was so glad that she accepted my proposal. She really wanted to be with me. I wanted to have her completely and utterly. To make her happy like no one else could.
“Mmm, Rob that feels so good,” she moaned out as she squirmed on the couch. I’d had a lot of practice eating her pussy by this point. It was probably my favorite thing to do. Well, besides masturbate to the thought of it afterwards. Or if I was really lucky she’d give me a hand. But that was only if I’d been really good to her. This night was one of those nights of course. There’s no way she’d let me go without a reward after that ring I got her. She lit up like a Marcustmas tree when she saw it.
I loved everything about her taste, I loved exploring every little fold of her. Inhaling her scent, I could lap away at her little slit for hours if she’d ever let me. I sucked on her clit gently and slid my finger inside of her.
“Oh god, keep doing that, yes! I’m going to cum!” She squealed. I continued to suck on her clit, basking in the glory of making my sweetheart cum. I felt her whole body start to vibrate in an earth shattering orgasm.
“That was so good, babe, I love you so much,” she said breathlessly.
“I love you too.” I got up from between her legs, her juices still smeared across my chin. She came forward and embraced me. Our lips met and she tasted herself, our tongues danced briefly. My cock was throbbing hard, wanting to burst through my zipper.
She put her hand on my crotch. I swore I could have blown my load right then and there I was already so worked up from everything else. She smiled at me, her piercing eyes gazing into me,
“Oh, honey, this is what you want isn’t it? Well since you’ve been such a good boy…”
She knelt down in front of me and began to undo my belt buckl
e. I lifted my hips as she dragged down my pants and my boxers. My cock sprang out immediately. It wasn’t the biggest there ever was, but I like to think that it’d get the job done when that time finally came for me. Besides it fit into her mouth easily, that was a positive thing, right?
She wrapped her hand around my dick, almost covering it completely. And stroked it gently while looking into my eyes.
“Good boys get rewards, maybe you should be a good boy more often,” she mocked before licking up my shaft. I shuddered as I felt her exquisite tongue trail its way up my cock before she engulfed my cock’s head with her mouth. She could fit my entire length in her mouth with ease. She tickled my balls with the end of her tongue as she continued to bob up and down on my manhood.
I ran my hand through her luxurious hair, “Oh god babe, that feels so good, I think I’m gonna cum,” I moaned out. She came off my cock, and removed the straps from her dress in front of me, revealing her perky tits.
“I got just the place for that,” she cooed and pressed her elbows together lifting up her tits for my load to shoot on. She grasped my cock and began jerking it off forcefully.
“Come on, cum on my tits, you can do that can’t you? You want to cum all over your future wife’s tits don’t you? I want your cum!” She demanded. She’d never talked dirty like that to me before, of course my cock spurted out cum immediately afterwards. It was beautiful, I felt like a porn star for once. Even if my cock wasn’t the biggest, I certainly plastered her tits with all of my seed that night.
Sadly, nights like that were far and few in between. I always felt like I could never live up to that sort of night. Maybe this night would be different. We were going to be married, I’m sure that would change it all. If I could have every night be like the night I proposed to her, that would be a dream come true.
“Rob, you ready?” I heard a knock on the door. It was Steve, my best man. We actually didn’t know each other all that long, but he was probably my best friend at the office, and I didn’t really stay in contact with too many of my old friends, so it was a pretty easy decision to choose him to be best man.
“Yeah, I’ll be right out,” I responded. I took one last look at myself in the mirror. This was it. This was the last time I’d be a “free” man. Though to be honest I didn’t want that. Whatever it took to make Jessie happy, that’s what I wanted.
I stepped outside, Steve smiled. “Alright, there’s the groom! You look good man! You really sure you’re ready for this?”
“Yeah man, never been more sure of anything in my life. You got the ring?”
“Of course I do. Come on, I’m your best man, you know I’d never let you down,” he said as he clapped me on the back and we began our walk towards the chapel.
“So…about Janeen?” he began, I let out a small laugh.
“Yes, she’s single. You know that I got your back too right?” I replied. He smiled ear to ear.
“Good, good. I knew there would be some perks to all of this. Still wish that we had that bachelor party though,” he frowned.
“Hey, I told you, I’m just really not into that sort of thing.”
“You mean Jessie’s not into that sort of thing,” he mocked. He was partially right; I guess a part of me wanted to have a bachelor party. But Jessie said there was no way in hell she was letting me have one of those. Though she did end up having a bachelorette party with her friends. I didn’t mind though. I didn’t think it was unfair. To be honest I felt that she really deserved it. She said it was just some quiet time spent with her friends anyway. I didn’t want to accuse her of anything, because I’d never hear the end of it, but I do admit that I wondered if she was telling the whole truth considering that she slept in till 2pm the next day and then just lounged around in her sunglasses by the pool for most of the day.
I couldn’t complain, she looked so fucking hot wearing the tiniest bikini. Of course I jerked off to her while she was napping. How could I resist her exquisite figure? I don’t think I’d ever been more in love with someone. I guess that’s why I was marrying her.
“You don’t ever wonder if anything ever, y’know, happened when Jessie had her bachelorette party?” Steve asked. I mused for a brief minute in silence.
“No, of course not. She’d never do something like that. Besides even if she did, I’d forgive her, it’s all in the past now. We’re getting married and that’s that.”
“Yeah, I suppose you got a point. You found yourself a good woman, Rob. I guess I’m just too used to a certain kind of girl,”
“Well hopefully Janeen isn’t that sort of girl. It’s about time you found someone too, right, Steve?”
“I don’t know about that, let’s not jump the gun. Janeen seems like a fine girl but I think I’d be okay if I never say her again after tonight, you know?” Steve laughed. I shook my head.
“I don’t know how you do it, man. Once I find something I like, I stick to it!”
“Yeah, but you gotta try all the different flavors out there before you can really have a solid opinion on what you like, at least that’s the way it is with me,”
For a moment I thought he had a point. When it really comes down to it, was I with Jessie because I really wanted to be with her? Or was I just scared that I’d never find anyone else as charming and attractive as she was? Was I just snatching up the first woman that came my way?
“Oh man, sorry, did I ask like a super hard existential question right before your wedding? I didn’t mean to do that. Jessie’s a great girl, you’re lucky, trust me,” he must have noticed the expression of sheer terror on my face. Even if he didn’t mean to provoke these thoughts, thoughts that I never thought that I’d end up having about Jessie. In a way he was right. What the hell was I doing? Was I really just going to marry the first woman I’d ever had a real relationship with? I’m not the most charming guy, sure I’ve got my moments, but I’m far from suave and successful. There’s no way that a guy like me would hit the jackpot on his first try.
“Oh man, you really gotta snap out of it,” Steve said as he clapped me on the back. I managed a meek smile.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right man. Can we take a minute to talk?” I asked
“Yeah sure, I guess so, we’ve still got a ton of time until you need to be at the chapel, want to sit down in your room?”
“Definitely,” I said as we opened my door back up. We sat in the hotel room and I sat on the bed.
“I don’t know if this is a good idea, Steve.”
“Come on, don’t be like that. You’ve already spent a ton of money on this,”
“That’s it! That’s exactly it, Steve! The best reason you can think up for me going through with this is a fucking sunk cost fallacy! What kind of reason is that?! I’ve already drank enough poison to kill me, so I might as well finish the bottle!”
“Rob, calm down,” Steve raised his hand. “You’re getting out of control, man, I don’t mean it like that at all. What I mean is…”
“See! You don’t even know where you’re going with this! I’m fucked man, everything’s fucked! Oh god I bet she’s sucked tons of dicks, and who knows what else, I’m a fucking idiot, I can’t believe I’m actually going through with this.”
Steve sat there aghast. He mused for a second then began to speak. “I don’t know man, it seems to me that you have a ton of weird hang-ups. So what if she’s sucked a ton of dicks? Which girl hasn’t? Isn’t that her right? What’s up with this ‘Leave it to Beaver’ ideal wife fetishism coming out of nowhere all of a sudden? I thought you were better than that. Are you really gonna tell me that whether or not your wife might have sucked some dicks in the past is going to be what makes or breaks this for you?”
I sat there, and looked down at the floor. “You’re right, Steve. I’m just…This is normal right? To have doubts before something like this? This is what would happen to anyone, right?”
“Yeah, I think so. And really, I know you think this is ‘forever’ and all that, but it�
��s the 21 st century! No one’s going to stone you guys to death if all this doesn’t work out and you get a divorce,” Steve said with a chuckle. “And one more thing, after the ceremony and the dinner, you guys are going to come here. Right here,” he said as he leaned closer and pat the bed I was sitting on.
“It will just be you and her, together as husband and wife for the very first time. I don’t want to speak out of line, but I’d kill for just one night with a knockout bombshell like Jessie. Tons of guys would. And you get to have that. A night alone with her and you’ll have what no other man has gotten from her. Only you.”
I nodded in agreement. “I guess you have a point.”
“That’s right. Now stop with all of this nonsense about not being sure. I know that you want this, do you know how many times I’ve heard you just yammer on and on about Jessie when we’re at work or out having a beer? You know what I want you to do right now? I want you to think about all the things you love about Jessie, could you do that for me?”
I felt like a complete embarrassment. Here I was getting cold feet about the woman I loved most in the world. I smiled at looked up at Steve.
“Yeah, I can do that. I love her smile, her laugh, the way she might seem harsh at times, but that’s just her way of encouraging me. The taste of her lips after a hard day at work. The sound of her voice when she whispers ‘I love you,’ into my ear. That’s what I love about Jessie. And that’s going to be mine.”
“Look at that! That was beautiful. You really do love her, every little bit of her. Now you do your best to be the kind of man that she could continue to love for the rest of her life and I foresee a long happy marriage in your future. Let’s get out of here. You’re ready for this, I promise. Whatever life throws your way tonight, I just know you’re going to know exactly how to handle it!”
I picked my head up and then stood with Steve. “Yeah, you’re right. I’ve got this. I’m going to get married to the woman I love and I couldn’t be happier. Let’s go to that chapel!” I announced.
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