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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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