Bride-to-be Tries Other Men (First Cuckolding Book 9)

by Matt Coolomon

  “Phillip, don’t worry! Everything is well under control. Mother and Aunties have our wedding well in hand. All we need to do is show up on time Saturday afternoon. I just need to be ready for my hair and makeup that morning…. But between now and then, I’m going to have some fun without Mother and without you!” Celia giggled. “I’m going to enjoy my final days of freedom, and I don’t want to hear any complaints from Mother, or from my husband-to-be,” she went on, leaning close for a kiss. “Is that understood?”

  “Hmm – I suppose…. I suppose Uncle Bob should be trusted to take care of you. He’s something of a ruffian, so you should be safe enough at one of those places with him…. As long as you stay with him, sweetheart. You will stay close to him at all times, won’t you?”

  “Yes, I will…. He’s going to take good care of me. Don’t worry,” Celia said, blushing guiltily again. Then she decided to push a little further. “I’m going to dress in a way that will probably attract attention, so he will need to take care of me.”

  “Oh? Maxwell said you were wearing something new on the flight.”

  “I have lots of new clothes, now that I’m not going to have Mother doing daily inspections.” Celia blushed a little as she went on gamely. “The dress I’m wearing tonight is very short and a bit revealing up top, and I won’t be wearing a bra.”

  “You won’t?” Phillip’s face was blank with apparent confusion.

  “No. The dress has no back and it’s open all the way down the sides.” She leaned closer to whisper. “I’ll be showing all the men the sides of my breasts but it would be ugly to cover them with a bra…. Mother definitely wouldn’t approve,” she added with a giggle.

  “But you’ve never…. I mean you’ve always dressed respectably, Celia.”

  “I know, Phillip, but this next few days is different. This is MY time. I’m the bride-to-be….” Celia experienced a further rush of bravery and confidence. “Don’t you want other men to see what you’re getting, Phillip? I’ve seen you boasting and showing off with your boats. I know you like feeling superior – having the best things. Do you want everyone to think you’re settling for some boring, plain looking wife?”

  Phillip’s face had reddened by the time Celia moved from whispering to meet his eyes. “A wife and a boat are hardly comparable,” he said. His tone was typically soft, though. He could be a little assertive with her when he wanted to be, but it seemed he was swayed by her argument. She had made it up as she went, but it had apparently struck a chord.

  “Uncle Bob will make sure they don’t do anything. He’ll make sure it will be look but don’t touch,” she went on. “I’ve tried the dress on. It doesn’t reveal my nipples. It almost does, but not quite…. Do you want to come and see?”

  “I don’t know…. Just the thought of you dressed that way and going out dancing is rather daunting. I fear I’d lose nerve completely if I saw for myself.”

  “Well, you can just imagine then,” Celia continued, leaning to his ear again and pressing the unexpectedly well received plan. “You can imagine lots of rough men looking at my bare back and the sides of my boobs – especially when I raise my arm to dance and they can nearly see my nipples…. They’re already aroused right now, just thinking about it.”

  “Yes, I can imagine,” Phillip whispered back. “Drooling ruffians.”

  “Uh huh…. And they’ll be watching my legs – bare legs. My dress is sooo short, Phillip. The skirt is very tight and I won’t be able to stop them from seeing up it…. Should I wear pretty panties? Would you like them to see me in something sheer and sexy?”

  “They should cover you, darling. I wouldn’t want you to go too far and wear one of those horrible G-strings that you see the strippers wear on television.”

  “Okay, I’ll choose a pretty lace pair. That way they’ll be wishing they can see more.”

  “Yes, I like that…. Wishing for more is best.”

  Celia cuddled up and kissed her fiancé. “So you don’t mind if I sneak off and get ready for my sexy nite club adventure? They’re all talking business. No one’s going to miss me.”

  Phillip looked around. “Go on then. I’ll tell them you went up to lie down. But please be careful, darling. This is rather adventurous.”

  *

  Bob was staying at a hotel in the city with a nite club underneath. He had been there the night before. It was a classy place, the crowd were mostly younger, but there were a few his age, so he had felt at ease sitting at the bar watching the girls dance. He was looking forward to watching Celia.

  He knocked lightly on her door. A moment later it opened and she peered from behind it. She was smiling through a blush – so sweet. She had on a glittery little silver dress. It was a halter-neck, backless, and very short. “Show me,” he said, holding up her hand and spinning her around once. “Mmm – I think I’ll need at least one slow dance with you in that too.”

  “Okay,” she said softly.

  “Come on, though – let’s show you off first.”

  She collected her tiny purse. Bob held the door and touched her back as she passed. The elevator was directly across the hall. There was an elderly gentleman who was checking Celia in the mirrored wall on the way down. He got out in the lobby. They were going down the next level to the car park under the building.

  “How did Phillip take the news we were going night clubbing?”

  “He was okay. He’s worried about how safe I’m going to be, but that’s just silly. He said you will take care of me,” she giggled.

  “Oh, I’ll take care of you,” Bob chuckled, touching the soft skin of her back again to guide her from the elevator. He walked her to his SUV and held the door while she got in. She kept her knees together but the dress was very short. “Just little white panties, eh? And no place for a bra…”

  “Uh huh…. No bra, and yes, my panties are white.”

  Bob tilted his head for another look. “That’s good – white shows up nice under the dance floor lights.”

  “Oh? I never thought of that.”

  Bob closed her door and got in the driver’s seat. “That little dress should ride up and flash them. You won’t cover up when it does, eh, baby?”

  He squeezed her thigh as he drove. She didn’t object. She just sat watching out the window as he cruised slowly through the busy streets. He had a parking space in the basement, and led Celia to the elevator. She was clinging to his arm.

  “Are you okay, love?”

  “A bit nervous – excited,” she said.

  He slipped his free hand in under his arm and beneath hers. He touched her side – her bare skin. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you,” he said, and he held her gaze as he felt in through the side of her dress and cupped her little breast. “I’ll take good care of you,” he went on, rolling her nipple.

  It firmed nicely as he played with it. He bent to her and met her lips. They parted, so he sought her tongue, caressing it with his. With that, she relaxed, so he deepened the kiss, pressing his tongue into her mouth. After a moment he broke off and met her eyes again. They were glazed.

  The elevator door opened and two young guys walked past, both checking Celia out. Bob kept her hand and led her into the elevator. “Do you like being kissed?”

  She nodded, biting her lip. He lifted her chin and pressed to her lips again, inserting his tongue deep into her mouth. He pulled back when the doors opened at the nite club level of the hotel.

  The music was thumping. The club was dimly lit with the dance floor lights flashing iridescent and illuminating anything white. There was room to move. It was not crowded at all, just about half full.

  Celia’s little silver dress sparkled. Bob sat her up on a bar stool and got her a drink. With her heels hooked into a rung halfway up the stool, he could see up her dress quite easily. He moved behind her and pressed close to her ear. “That’s good, love – we can see your panties like that.”

  A guy ordering a drink was having a look as Bob spoke. He glanced
again and Bob gave him a nod. He was quite young, maybe 20 or so. He took a seat facing Celia. Bob pressed close again. “I’ll go sit over there…. Just stay like that and let him have a look, baby.”

  Bob walked past the guy and had another look himself. There was no chance of her concealing her panties with her legs raised like that. Her thighs were slender and didn’t meet. There was a full view of her crotch.

  From a lounge area, Bob watched guys ordering drinks and checking Celia out. One would chat with her now and then. She kept her heels resting on the rung and gave them all a good look up her dress.

  She looked over at Bob when one guy was taking her to the dance floor. Her smile was beaming. The guy was congratulated as they walked past a table with three other boys about their age. He immediately pulled Celia close. She backed against him and wiggled. He held her hips. He was already touching her and hadn’t been dancing with her for a minute.

  Bob kept a close eye on the guy. Celia was having a great time, so he didn’t want to spoil it for her unless he had to. She was naïve enough to go along with anything, but so far all was good.

  Another guy from the table joined in. Celia was wiggling between the two of them. They were both a bit handsy with her. She was obscured from Bob’s view for a moment and when he saw her again he noticed the second guy rubbing up from her hips and hiking her dress. Her little white panties were then almost fully on display. A third guy joined in, and when Celia rubbed back against him he groped her breasts. She squirmed away from him but her dress was then up around her waist.

  Bob rushed to her and pulled her off the dance floor, glaring at the three boys. They went back to their table but kept looking over. Celia was giggling and she threw herself into Bob’s arms. He took her back to the dance floor and kept hold of her himself.

  She was hot, sweaty and very cuddly. Bob held her hips and had her grinding on his thigh. He pulled her dress up to expose her panties again. The men lined around the dance floor were all checking her out. He left her dancing alone and returned to his seat. One of the watchers immediately took his place. He was almost Bob’s age – a big man. He kept glancing over but Bob gave him a slow nod, which he seemed to understand. He took hold of her hips and held her close while she wiggled and ended up straddling his thigh, as she had with Bob. She was lifting her arms and her little dress was gaping at the sides, her small breasts partially exposed.

  Another man joined in and the first one retreated to the edge of the floor to watch. The new guy grabbed Celia’s bottom, his big hands beneath the skirt of her dress. He held her and dry humped her with his thigh. Her panties were bikini briefs. They covered her bottom. Her dress had hiked up to her hips again, displaying them fully. Two more men joined in and had her surrounded.

  Bob waited for a while this time and let them play with her. She was still smiling – beaming excitedly. They edged her off the dance floor and gave her a drink. There was a whole bunch of guys around her, chatting her up, it seemed. Bob watched for a good while, letting her enjoy the attention. He eventually grabbed her hand and took her from them.

  “That was so amazing,” she cried, clinging to his arm as the elevator doors closed, shutting out the beat of the music.

  An hour of that noise was enough for Bob. He had thought about taking Celia up to his room, but he knew what would happen if he did, and he didn’t want things to go that far. He took her back to the car and, once inside, he pressed his lips to hers to stop her incessant chattering.

  “Mmm,” she moaned as he inserted his tongue. She submitted to the kiss. He was squeezing her slender thigh and rubbed upward. He cupped her through her panties. “Mmm,” she moaned again, gripping his arm.

  “Just a little feel,” Bob insisted, kissing her again, and he opened her slit with his middle finger and felt into her, still through her panties. She kept her hold on his arm but her thighs parted slightly. He located her clit and softly massaged it. “Damn you were sexy in there, baby. All those guy will be jacking off to you tonight.”

  “Will they?” she uttered. “I like the thought of that.”

  “I will be too, baby,” Bob said into another kiss. “Can I finger you? Would that be okay?”

  “Umm….”

  “Come on – you feel so wet.”

  “Hmm…. You’re MAKING me wet, doing that.”

  Bob stretched the damp fabric aside and found her slit was dripping. He used two fingers to continue working her clit. He did that more firmly, and when she started squirming he slipped those two fingers into her. He felt up inside of her and rubbed back against her G-spot. “Yes, open your legs, baby…. I want you to cum for me.”

  “Okay….” she moaned, and she clung to him while he nailed her with his fingers. He pumped her with them hard and fast until he felt her tight little hole clench, and she bit into his shoulder.

  “That’s it, baby, cum on my hand.”

  “You made me,” she uttered, squirming and squeezing her legs together, crushing Bob’s hand.

  He sought her lips and inserted his tongue into her mouth. Her little hole was slick now – perfectly prepared for cock. “I’d better take you back before this goes any further, Celia. I’d love to fuck you now but I’d better not.”

  He smoothed the crotch of her panties back into place and sucked his fingers. He licked them clean while she watched.

  “You taste sweet, baby.”

  She tugged her dress down to cover her panties, just biting her grin. Bob drove. He was painfully erect and kept squeezing and massaging his cock through his pants. He would have to jerk off as soon as he got back to his room. Celia kept glancing across but he didn’t attempt to hide what he was doing. “I’ll be thinking about you when I do this properly tonight, Celia. My old balls are already full.”

  “Really?” she asked softly.

  “Of course! How could they not be after watching you dance like that?”

  He reached across and felt her tits. Her nipples were hard – little pebbles beneath the shiny silver fabric of her dress. He played with one then reached further across and played with the other. They were at her hotel. “I’d better walk you, love.”

  “Okay….”

  There were lots of people in the foyer but they were alone in the elevator. Bob lifted her chin and kissed her again. He searched her hot little mouth with his tongue and felt her up, thumbing a nipple. The doors opened at her floor. He kept hold of her waist and followed her. Once inside her room he urged her to her knees and released his cock. He stroked it and rubbed her face with it. Her lips parted so he inserted the head. He did so just as he was about to cum.

  *

  Celia squeezed her eyes closed as the penis in her mouth pulsed and gushed semen. She held it in, letting it pool under her tongue. Her fiancé’s uncle left her on her knees and slipped from her hotel room apologising.

  She remained there on the floor holding the thick fluid in her mouth. After a minute she got up and went to the bathroom. She was curious. She opened her mouth and looked closely in the mirror. The semen had a milky appearance with thick, congealed globs in it. She moved it around with her tongue, examining it. Some had seeped into her throat, and swallowing that filled her senses with a very potent masculine taste.

  Celia left the bathroom and flopped on her bed. She lay there toying with the gooey fluid, swallowing dribbles of it but otherwise moving it around with her tongue. This may be the only other man’s cum she got to taste, and she wanted to savour the moment. He had certainly been right about his old balls being full, she decided, giggling at the thought and choking down some more.

  She lay for a long time with the load of cum in her mouth, gradually swallowing it down bit by bit. She picked up the silver framed photograph of Phillip on her nightstand. She looked at the smiling face of her fiancé for a moment, then she kissed him and swallowed the remaining portion of his uncle’s semen.

  She rolled over with her hand wedged between her legs and went to sleep like that in her party dr
ess.

  ****

  Celia woke in the morning with a terrible taste in her mouth. She always brushed furiously after Phillip came in her mouth – rarely ever actually swallowing it. She checked her breath, deciding it smelled like his uncle – that thought kind of exciting as she remembered the men at the club and what happened when Bob brought her back to her room.

  She showered and dared to open the door for her breakfast wearing only a towel. The man serving wasn’t much older than her. His eyes roamed up and down her body. She left him setting her table and went into the bedroom. Feeling incredibly excited, she dropped the towel and stood naked in front of the mirror. She then took a breath and walked past the open door to the wardrobe. He would have been able to see her but she hadn’t dared to look. She opened the wardrobe door and quickly pulled on a short, pink satin wrap she had bought. It barely covered her bottom. She tied it but left the front open above her waist, just covering her nipples but showing the roundness of her little breasts.

  She wanted to go without panties but chickened out and quickly pulled on little white ones. She checked herself in the mirror and adjusted the bottom of her wrap so it parted below her waist as well. Then she removed the tie completely and walked out of the room before chickening out again.

  The waiter watched her approach, holding her chair ready for her to sit.

  “This looks lovely,” she said about her breakfast.

  He nodded. His eyes then lowered to her panties before traveling slowly back up her body.

  “You look lovely too, if you don’t mind me saying,” he said to her, adjusting her chair as she sat “You’re the bride-to-be?”

  She nodded. Her wrap had draped open from her shoulders, parting either side of her legs and leaving her panties completely exposed. Her nipples remained covered but they were poking at the shiny fabric.

  “I’m doing breakfasts on this floor all week…. I’m Jackson.”

  “Hi, Jackson. I’m Celia.”