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Wedding Night
by Ribbit (pointedheadedribbit@yahoo.com)

***

Jenny agrees to marry the nerdy and shy Mark, thinking 
she's got the wild stuff out of her system. On her 
wedding night she finds out how wrong she was. (MF, 
wife-cheat, intr, preg, sn)

***

Jenny and Mark met in their final year in college. He 
was a geeky engineer; she was a bubbly, outgoing, 
liberal arts student. Mark was just an average guy, 
kind of thin with dark hair; but Jenny was a blonde 
bombshell, with a curvy, almost heavy body, DD breasts 
and smiling blue eyes.

"But he’s a nice guy," she would defend him to her 
girlfriends, "OK so he’s a bit boring, but I think I’ve 
got all that wild stuff out of my system. You know 
what, I think he’s working up the courage to ask me to 
marry him. Hell, I might just say yes. Mark is great 
husband material. And you guys know what else? His 
family is RICH."

The engagement ring was a stunner, which helped Jenny 
overcome any reservations she might have had, and the 
wedding was set for the following August.

The closest the newly engaged couple got to having sex 
was during their graduation party. They’d both been 
drinking champagne and as the party wound down they 
found themselves in a spare bedroom, kissing heavily 
and groping. Mark placed his hand on her left tit and 
manipulated it through the silky material, then slid 
his hand down to her large soft ass. Jenny could feel 
herself getting hot and was about to reach for her 
fiancés cock when he stopped her.

"Jen, sweetheart," he muttered. The champagne was 
having a serious effect on him, to the point where he 
could barely pronounce his words. "Letzzz, just take 
our time, ok. I-I want it t’ be special. I want t’ wait 
for our wedding night, ok?"

It was a touching sentiment, Jenny thought, as they 
fell into a warm, snugly embrace. On the other hand she 
was kind of disappointed. It had been six months since 
they started going out, and that was the longest six 
months without sex Jenny had had since she was sixteen. 
As she lay in Mark’s not-very-strong arms she thought 
about how honest, reliable and smart her future husband 
was, and tried not to think about how badly she wanted 
to be fucked hard. Good husband = sex can wait.

"You know sweetie," Jenny started to say, craning her 
head up to his. "Oh!" He was already fast asleep, with 
a thin line of drool escaping from his open mouth. She 
tried to sleep too, but needed some relief. Untangling 
herself from him, she hitched up her silk dress and 
slid her middle finger under the thong panties onto her 
clit, just as she had done many times before that year…

The wedding was a gala affair. Mark’s parents were 
wealthy and paid for the whole event, which included 
the rental of an entire hotel for the party and the 
guests. Jenny was stunning with her blonde hair done up 
in ringlets. She wore a white silk and lace gown, which 
fitted tightly to her body and showed off all of her 
voluptuous curves to the greedy eyes of Mark’s nerdy 
engineer friends, (who were too shy to ask for a 
dance). 

As for the groom, he was on cloud nine, so proud of his 
beautiful bride. He drank copious amounts of champagne 
and shots of vodka, which his thick-necked father-in-
law (a native Swede) kept offering him. Not much of a 
dancer even when sober, Mark literally fell around the 
floor, and Jenny found herself having to support him 
bodily as they ‘danced’.

By midnight he was silly with drink. As Jenny propped 
him up, he grabbed her ass cheeks and whispered loudly 
into her ear in a bad English accent, "Let’s go 
consummate this union, mylady."

Jenny dragged her husband to the elevator, amidst a 
chorus of cheers, claps and well-wishes, and they 
ascended to the penthouse suite that awaited them.

"Uhmp! There you go," she grunted as she hoisted him on 
the king sized bed. "Now, I’m all ready to consummate!" 
Jenny slid on top of his body as well as the tight 
wedding dress would allow, kissing his chest through 
the shirt, then his neck, then his chin, finally 
his…wide open mouth with the trickle of drool escaping. 
Mark let out a loud snore and his head flopped to one 
side. Fast asleep.

"You’ve got to be fucking kidding me," she pronounced. 
Her pussy was soaking, throbbing at this stage, from 
the excitement, the dancing, the promise of her 
wedding-night romance. And Mark couldn’t even stay 
awake! "Looks like it’s my fingers again."

Only then did it occur to Jenny that she wouldn’t even 
be able to get at her pussy. The wedding gown had taken 
a team of bridesmaids to put on, and she’d just assumed 
Mark would help her with the awkward straps at the 
back. Now she was stuck.

Frustrated and too embarrassed to call anyone she knew, 
she rang room service and ordered a bottle of 
champagne. Minutes later the buzzer sounded and she 
opened to a bellboy.

The bellboy was very much a man. A big black man with 
friendly brown eyes and a soft smile through which his 
large, brown and pink lips showed a perfect row of 
white teeth. In his large hands he held the champagne, 
and as he entered he placed the bucket with a sarcastic 
smile on the table next to the two untouched champagne 
buckets that had already been left there.

Glancing briefly at Marks unconscious form he asked 
her, "Is there anything else you need, ma’am?"

Jenny was blushing heavily. Trying not to look into his 
big, brown eyes, she wondered if the bellboy could see 
the stain of her pussy juice at her crotch. She wanted 
to tell him to leave but…

"I just, my husband’s…tired…and…could you help me with 
the straps. I’m kind of stuck."

His smile was so kind she forgot the embarrassment for 
a second.

"No problem," he answered in a deep rich voice, then 
gently took hold of her bare shoulders, the big black 
hands covered her white skin almost to the blades. As 
he turned her around he added, "I’m the height of 
discretion."

The black bellboy brushed her soft blonde ringlets 
aside and deftly undid the highest strap. Jenny felt 
her heavy breasts sink slightly as the fabric around 
them was released.

"I see a lot of weddings in my job," the bell boy 
assured her as he slowly – very slowly it seemed to 
Jenny – set about undoing the next strap. "It’s a 
pressure situation, and it takes a lot out of some 
people. Things sometimes turn out like they didn’t 
expect…"

As the second strap opened and the cool air rushed 
against her now half-exposed breasts, Jenny felt her 
nipples stiffen. She glanced over at Mark, still 
snoring and unlikely to wake up anytime soon.

"…It’s very important to us here at Hotel Faubry that 
all our guests have a good time…"

As he spoke now Jenny could feel his warm breath 
against her neck. She knew his big Negro lips were just 
inches from her bare ivory flesh. And she knew also 
that he was staring down into her cleavage. The bellboy 
said something else and Jenny manage a grunt in reply.

The thirds strap opened and the top of her dress was 
now virtually exposed. Jenny’s big tits hung loose, 
pointing at her passed-out husband, while a sexy black 
man stood close behind her.

"…so much tension. Let me just help you relax a bit." 
His hands were upon her with a touch that was too soft, 
too sensual to be a massage. He caressed her shoulders, 
tracing circles around her shoulder blades with his 
thumbs. Slowly, he worked his way downwards, pushing 
the loosened dress away as he stimulated the bare skin 
of her back. Jenny could hear herself groan in 
pleasure. She was now fully naked down to the waist.

Then she felt something soft and wet on her neck. It 
was his tongue. In the same instant his hand slipped 
around to her front, taking hold of her left breast, as 
he began a series of kisses down her neck and spine.

"Oh, oh, yes…." she moaned, placing her small pale hand 
on his big black one, drawing him in. He turned her, 
for there was now no more pretence of distance between 
them. Jenny looked up into his masculine African 
features, and realised then that she was over the edge. 
She wanted to get fucked by this nameless black man, 
right there, right then.

They kissed; the bellboy became firmer in his caress as 
his excitement grew uncontrollable. With both hands he 
mauled her buxom ass, then broke the kiss to suck her 
erect nipples, all the while working the fabric 
downwards around her wide hips.

Jenny struggled with the buttons of his bellboy 
uniform. Eventually they were both naked; a full-
figured white woman with blonde hair and pale skin and 
a muscular black man with a cock that was darker even 
than the rest of his body. Jenny marvelled at its size, 
as white women often do when confronted with their 
first black lover.

He lifted her with the ease of a very strong man and 
placed her on the bed next to her pathetic husband. 
"You watchin’?" the bellboy joked to the snoring white 
boy as he mounted the other’s bride.

Jenny didn’t care. All she could say was, "Give it to 
me," as he positioned the big black penis at the 
entrance to her neatly trimmed bridal cunt. Then he was 
inside her.

"Awww, awww, fuck! Awww, black, yes! Awww…AWWWW!!" The 
first orgasm rocked her within a minute. She was 
gripping him, digging with her nails, and tongue-
kissing at his Negro lips so wildly she was practically 
drinking his spit.

The pounding was so intense it caused Mark to stir. It 
must have made him queasy too, because a minute later 
his stomach began to emit weird noises.

Meanwhile the bellboy was approaching climax. Between 
kisses he told her, "ooh, yeah, fuckin’ white bitch, 
fuckin’ hot booty, oooh, oooh…." With his powerful arms 
he lifted her legs to get greater depth, and as his 
strokes intensified his thick long prick bottomed out 
in her womb, and his dark thighs slapped against her 
fleshy ass with a viscious smacking sound. The bed was 
shaking.

Jenny felt a second orgasm coming on. This one was much 
stronger and her moans grew to screams. She wanted to 
feel him ejaculate inside her. She wanted his cum in 
her pussy. Deep.

The bed rocked wildly and Jenny and her black lover 
both came at the same time, with her screaming and him 
grunting and panting from the exertion.

What neither Jenny nor the bellboy saw was that right 
at that moment, Mark vomited. A vile mixture of hors 
d’oeuvres, wedding cake and alcohol came spilling up 
his throat, filled his mouth and dribbled down the 
sides to stain the white silk sheets. But a pool of it 
stayed in his mouth, and a second later, as the bell 
boy’s ropes of cum were shooting into Jenny’s newlywed 
cunt, Mark inhaled his own vomit.

Jenny and the black man kissed softly and passionately, 
with his cock gradually shrinking in her Caucasian 
pussy. All the while the groom drowned in his puke.

"You ready for round two?" He asked her eventually.

"I dunno, my... husband... could wake up."

"Naw, he’s out for the count," and to prove his point 
the bellboy rolled over and turned his head. "Oh my 
fucking lord!"

***

The ambulance arrived twenty minutes later, but there 
was nothing that could be done. At three o’clock Mark 
Van Little was taken to the coroners.

The groom’s family turned against Jennifer (perhaps 
sensing something wrong) and attempted to have the 
marriage annulled, to keep her away from the family 
fortunes. But Jennifer declared the marriage had been 
consummated, (even though the groom had been found 
fully clothed), and, sure enough, she was pregnant in 
time for the preliminary hearing. 

There was a small issue of blackmail on the part of the 
bell boy, but that’s another story. The main thing was, 
nine months later, Jennifer Van Little gave birth to a 
healthy little nine-pound half-caste, and named him 
Mark Jr..

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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