Three and a half hours before he was about to get married to Emily, Ryan received the strangest text message ever. He shouldn’t have responded. It was bad luck, he thought, to see his wife before the wedding. Yet, here he was replying to her in an attempt to find out what she wanted.

Ryan shook his head at the terse responses he was getting and the somewhat angry replies of ‘why he should get round to her house right now?’ He shook his head in despair, but he knew that when Emily got in a mood like this it was best to humour her.

Ryan hadn’t even started to get ready for his big day. He picked up his car keys, threw on a jumper and slacks and headed out the door. His best man, David, was approaching the house as he opened the door.

“Gotta, go Dave,” he said, “I won’t be long.”

“Where are you going Ryan, you’ve got to get ready!”

“Long story, I’ll tell you later. I won’t be long, promise,” replied Ryan as he slipped past Dave and continued towards the car.

“Grab yourself a beer mate, top shelf of the fridge,” he shouted as he got in the car.

Ryan was shaking his head all the way to Emily’s house wondering what on Earth she wanted and why it was so urgent that she had to see him right now. Fortunately, she didn’t live that far away and within ten minutes he had arrived at her house and was knocking on the door.

Emily opened the door in her white wedding dress. Her blonde hair was plaited and braided in parts and a few curly wisps of hair fell around her cheeks. Her dark green eyes drilled into his. She had been ready ages ago and all the make-up artists and hair stylists had already left the house.

Ryan thought that she looked amazing, and in less than three hours he would be married to her. He felt like the luckiest man in the whole world.

Emily hurried him inside. “I’ve got a problem, a fucking big problem that you need to help me with,” her words were urgent; delivered in an almost commanding tone.

Ryan entered the house as the door was slamming shut behind him.

“Get in the lounge now,” instructed Emily.

Ryan walked into the lounge. Emily followed right behind him. “Sit down,” she instructed.

Ryan whined and raised his hands in the air, “What’s the problem? Tell me!”

Ryan sat on the sofa and Emily started to pull her dress up. Ryan smiled at the sight of her white stockings and garter. “Can’t this wait until after the wedding?” he smiled.

Emily pulled the dress up further. She placed one of her legs on the sofa next to Ryan’s thighs, opening her legs for him to gaze at her pussy.

“Ryan, we are getting married in under three hours, and unless you want to see your friend’s cum, running down my legs while I walk up the aisle, I suggest you stop complaining and lick my cunt.”

Ryan’s mouth fell open. He looked up at Emily and then down at her pussy. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard. What friend? He wouldn’t have believed it was the truth had he not noticed a trickle of white fluid seeping from the folds of her pussy.

“Now, get a little closer with that mouth of yours and help me out. Richard’s left plenty for you,” The smirk on Emily’s face belied her innocence.

Ryan was on a different planet. He was thinking ‘what the fuck’ but he was edging closer to her pussy. He digested her words once more, the ones regarding his friend and he found himself shaking his head. This is wrong, he thought, Emily wouldn’t have done that, not to him.

Ryan felt a hand on the back of his head. The slight pull towards Emily’s pussy was enough to topple him forward. For some reason, he just opened his mouth and extended his tongue, just in time for the developing drip of cum to land on it. In a state of disarray, Ryan took the drip into his mouth and swallowed, unintentionally.

“Good boy, now before you dive in there and suck all his cum in one go. I want you to take a minute and reflect on what a lucky guy you really are.”

Ryan looked up at Emily. He could just make out her smile over the ruffled folds of the dress that she was holding with one hand. With her other hand, she pulled him towards her cunt.

“There’s lots more up there. Nothing is to be left behind. The last thing I want is to leave a trail,” she told him.

“That’s it, Ryan, extend your tongue and lick me, encourage all that spunk to come out.”

Ryan said nothing as he licked at her folds and pushed his tongue inside her. He wiggled it around, separating her folds, then he cupped his tongue and licked it upwards into her cunt.

“That’s it, I can feel it, honey, his cum is almost on your tongue. Just keep licking.”

On the second upward scoop of his tongue, Ryan felt a dollop of spunk fall on his tongue. It was salty, but not unpleasant. He hesitated to take such a large amount into his mouth.

Emily’s husky voice encouraged him, “Swallow it, honey, it’s the only way to help me out.”

Ryan swallowed. His mouth turned up at the edges; in his head, the thought of what he was doing felt wrong and degrading. Yet it was Emily that was making him feel this way. Emily had fucked his friend and was now making him eat his cum. He looked at Emily, all innocent like in her white dress and realised that she was about to travel to the church to marry him.

There was no letup and he was encouraged to dive in for some more. It wasn’t until Emily was satisfied that all the spunk was removed from her cunt that she let the pressure from her hand relax; allowing Ryan’s head to fall from her pussy.

“Lovely, you saved me from embarrassment,” Emily laughed, mockingly. “You should go and get ready. It’s not long now and I will be all yours.” Emily swooned in mock delight at her pending marriage to Ryan; her eyes betraying her words.

Emily dropped her dress as she let Ryan get up from the sofa. She saw him to the door. On his way out she shouted, “I love you Ryan, and you are so going to love what happens after the wedding.”

Ryan drove home to get ready. When he got there, his best man, David, was beside himself with worry. A few choice words were exchanged between the pair of them until Dave asked Ryan where he had been.

Ryan shook his head, “Maybe later,” he replied. There was only about forty-five minutes left for Ryan to shower and get ready. At least, David was still sober, thought Ryan.

They made it to the church on time. David and Ryan were up the front waiting as the remnants of the guests arrived. In walked his friend and took his place next to his own wife. Ryan stood there for a good few minutes, eyeballing the man that had fucked his wife, and whose cum he had just eaten. Ryan didn’t know whether to approach him or not, he couldn’t make up his mind what to do.

The wedding march blasted from the organ signifying that Emily had arrived. Ryan took a deep breath and looked at his best man, “Dave, I’m not sure about this.”

“For fuck’s sake Ryan, now is not the time.”

“I know but…”

“You would be mad not to mate,” said David, “She looks fucking gorgeous.”

Ryan followed David’s gaze down the aisle where his wife Emily and her father were walking towards him. He noticed that she smiled at his friend Richard, but then she smiled at everyone. It was, after all, her biggest day.

David was right, she did look fucking gorgeous. She also looked angelic and Ryan knew that to be a lie. It wasn’t that she couldn’t look angelic of course, but as far as he was concerned, she certainly didn’t behave in an angelic way earlier.

Emily stepped up beside him, looked at Ryan and smiled. Emily bit her lip, he’s still here, she thought, after all that. She smiled to the vicar who was about to marry them. Her father stepped to one side, as he left his daughter in Ryan’s capable hands.

Ryan’s head was full of questions, without answers.

The vicar started talking and the church fell quiet. You could hear a pin drop on the stone floor.

He heard, but was not listening to the ceremony proceed, his name was mentioned and then Emily’s and he found himself say the words, “I do.”

He wanted to turn to the vicar and ask him the most burning question, Would you marry the woman that earlier that day, made him eat his friend’s cum out of her pussy? As a vicar, would he go through with this marriage?

The vicar had not stopped and was not answering his burning questions. Ryan heard Emily’s name first and then his. The words, “For better, for worse,” stung in his head.

He heard Emily echo the words, “I do.”

Someone, Dave, had handed him a ring which he duly placed on her finger. Emily smiled as he did so.

The last words that Ryan heard before the congregation started talking were, “By the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

It was Emily that stepped into Ryan to kiss him fully on the mouth. He sarcastically wondered whether she had taken some cock down her throat just before she walked down the aisle.

It was a short and glamorous walk back through the smiling and happy congregation. Everyone smiled at them, and they, in turn, smiled back.

Ryan was now Emily’s husband.

The photographer captured all the necessary images of the day. Everything went well at the reception, the food was excellent, the speeches were funny, everyone seemed to enjoy themselves.

Ryan and Emily were staying at the reception venue, their opulent bedroom was only just above them. Emily noticed that it was getting on for about nine thirty in the evening. Emily found Ryan and told him she was retiring to their room. Ryan told her he wouldn’t be long, and that he would just spend a while with his friends and family before joining her.

Emily leant into him and whispered in his ear, “Remember what I said… about after the wedding!” She winked as she left to say her farewell to friends on her way to their room.

Ryan eventually made it to the bedroom, he looked around for Emily, and she eventually appeared from the bathroom. She was dressed in a white chemise gown. Her full breasts swung elegantly underneath the garment as she walked towards him.

Her hips swayed erotically from side to side. Her smile made him feel secure and wanted.

As she approached him, she reached for his tie, “Let’s get these off you, shall we.”

Ryan looked at her, his excitement building, as Emily stripped him of his clothes.

As soon as she had finished, Ryan pulled Emily towards him. As he stood there, naked, Emily cupped his balls in her hands and started to stroke his cock.

Ryan noticed she was grinning. “What’s up?” he asked before she started to laugh.

“Okay,” she said, “we’re married now, and you need to get used to something.” Emily was transferring her gaze between his face and his cock.

Ryan’s face turned serious. He stared at Emily pleading with her not to demean him, but she continued, unperturbed.

“I want you to meet someone. Someone you know, actually.”

The bathroom door opened. Richard stepped out into the room. He was naked. Richard joined both of them at the foot of the King sized bed but said nothing. Ryan looked at him. His heart sank; within seconds, his whole essence had been reduced to the realisation that he would become subservient and do whatever Emily wanted. He wanted to hit Richard; punch him hard just for being there, and he wanted to shout at Emily, but he just stood there. Ryan’s gaze slowly fell to the floor. Disbelief rushed through him at Emily’s actions as her hand, searched for, and grabbed hold of Richard’s cock. She tugged on it a few times, and Ryan watched in horror as Richard’s cock rapidly grew and expanded.

Emily ended up stroking both cocks at the same time. She turned to Ryan, “Let’s face it, Ryan, you and I both know you have a small cock. You only have four and a half inches to Richard’s nine. This cock,” she tugged at Richard’s cock enthusiastically, “is the reason that my cunt was never as tight as you imagined it to be.”

Her words hurt him; it didn’t matter the truth that they expressed, they still hurt.

Emily turned to Richard and smiled at him. Richard glanced at Emily, but his gaze returned in an instance to watch Ryan’s reaction to the developing scene.

“I know Richard is six years your senior, but I like older men,” continued Emily. “You my, dear, are about to have your first lesson in married life.”

Emily’s hand grasped Ryan’s bum and gave it a good squeeze. She stood to one side and positioned Ryan in front of his friend.

“Kneel down Ryan.”

Ryan looked at Emily. She cocked her head to one side and returned a stern pout.

“Kneel – down – Ryan,” she commanded, emphasising each word carefully and deliberately and with authority.

Ryan’s resolve melted. He sighed heavily as he knelt down in front of Richard.

“You’re going to suck Richard’s gorgeous cock before he fucks me. Is that clear, honey.”

Ryan took a deep breath. He stared at the cock in front of him.

Emily knelt down by his side. “I’m right behind you Ryan, I’m going to talk you through this – through your first blow job.”

Emily pulled Richard’s cock down so that it was near horizontal and pointing at Ryan. “Will you look at the size of that! How can anyone, not want to suck that!”

Emily started to whisper in Ryan’s ear, “You have to experience this with all of your senses, Ryan. First of all, I want you to inhale his manly musk. I want you to smell his aroma, smell his cock?”

Emily’s words were intoxicating, even as she suggested he do this to his friend.

Emily pushed Ryan’s head forward. She looked up to Richard and he stepped a little closer. Ryan inhaled through his nose. The odour was indeed musky, there was a hint of sweatiness and something else he couldn’t quite place.

Emily whispered again, “You will learn to love the smell, don’t worry. Can you smell the sweet scent?”

Ryan nodded as he realised that that was the smell he couldn’t quite place.

“That’s my pussy juices,” she said, ”his cock’s already been in my cunt while we were in the bathroom. You’ll be tasting me too, in a minute.”

Emily stroked Richard’s cock, keeping it hard, not that she needed to bother. Richard was loving every moment of this. The sight of his friend in front of him and the domination and determination oozing from Emily drove him forwards.

Emily took Ryan’s hand and guided it to Richard’s cock. “Now feel the bumps and crevices with your fingers, then your tongue and then your lips.”

Ryan touched Richard’s cock. He felt everything she described. He also felt the heat that emanated from it. The smoothness of Richard’s shaved cock was different and not like his own.

Emily had a dreamy look on her face as her husband did as he was told. “Lick it, Ryan,” she snapped.

Ryan extended his tongue and he flicked at Richard’s cock, tasting their mixed juices. He could feel the heat coming from Richard’s cock; heat that resulted from the forceful entry of blood into this penis. His tongue felt the smoothness of the bulbous head in front of him. A bulbous head that was pumped so full of blood it was stretching the skin around it.

“Now let your lips flow over it,” whispered Emily.

Richard let out a small gasp as Ryan’s mouth engulfed his cock. Ryan experienced the silkiness of the stretched skin and again, his mind kept coming back to how hot it felt in his mouth. This was nothing he had imagined a cock was like. Every time he felt his own, it felt normal, not hot like this.

“Does that feel, and taste nice?” Asked Emily.

“Mmmmm,” replied Ryan as he sucked on the cock filling his mouth. Soon, and of his own free will, Ryan started to slowly sink his mouth down on Richard’s cock and return to licking its head. He did this several times.

Emily was beside herself watching her husband suck cock just like she did. “Now use your eyes, Ryan, look up lovingly into Richard’s eyes.”

This was probably the hardest action Ryan had to perform if he were to be honest. He looked up as he sucked the cock of his friend to see Richard looking down at him and enjoying everything that was happening.

“Hear his groans of pleasure,” said Emily.

On Emily’s command, Richard groaned and sighed as his cock was expertly sucked.

“Don’t panic Ryan, you’re doing fine, you’re a natural,” said Emily, “but you know what’s coming don’t you?”

Ryan let out a murmur. Emily looked at Richard and gave him the nod. Richard started to masturbate his cock. His fingers grasped at the base and he started to make himself cum as Ryan sucked the head.

Emily was watching everything that was happening. Her eyes darted from her lover, Richard, to her husband, Ryan. She was intoxicated with lust. She knew that in a few more minutes, Richard’s cock was going to be in her and she was going to experience the hardest cum she had ever had in her life.

Emily whispered into Ryan’s ear one last time, “Now the final bit. Yes, you have to taste it, Ryan. I am going to leave you to do that on your own. Don’t be scared. I am going to get on all fours on the bed, and after Richard spurts in you for the first time, he will then remove his cock and thrust it up my cunt with such enthusiasm that I will probably scream. I guess I will probably squirt everywhere as well by the time he’s finished. I know… that’s something you have never managed, have you!”

Ryan just moaned around Richard’s cock.

Emily stood up, “The taste is so evocative, you’ll never forget your first cock…”

Emily removed her gown and got on the bed. She positioned herself on the edge, on all fours. She looked over her shoulder at the two of them. Richard started to groan more than ever as his hand pumped his cock.

Emily’s breathing became heavy, she listened to all the sounds around her, every one of them turned her on. Her pussy was soaked. Her breasts heaved and she couldn’t resist pinching one of her nipples. She nearly came just doing that. She replaced her hand on the bed and waited for her lover to fuck her.

Ryan started to choke.

Emily heard the sounds of Ryan spluttering and coughing, “Oh my! I see you're experiencing the taste, Ryan,” she shouted from the bed. “Richard I’m surprised at you. So – fucking – soon!” She barked out the last words; each one of them, filled with lust.

Emily’s eyes lit up with desire, as she realised she was about to get fucked hard.

She looked over her shoulder one last time, “Do you like the taste of cum honey. Sweet, yet can be a little bitter, I always find. To me, it’s like Ambrosia. Are you with me on this, Ryan?”

Ryan coughed aloud as Richard’s cock left his mouth. He was gasping hard for air. Spunk flowed out of his mouth and down his chin and finally onto his stiff little cock.

“Yes,” gasped Ryan, “sweet and salty at the same time, and lot’s of it.”

“Oh! Fuck,” Emily gasped out loud, the words were torn from her mouth as Richard’s cock entered her fully, and in one single thrust.

Emily was pushed down on the bed, and fucked with all Richard’s might, her last words, “Fuck me hard,” left her mouth before she started to gasp, groan and moan into the sheets that she had pulled around her. Her hands grasping tightly at the bedclothes in a feeble attempt to prevent her body being pushed up the bed.

Emily’s orgasm happened quickly, not just one, there were several; the previous one being pushed along by the one after it, like a coupled train. Each one travelled from her cunt, through her body, and burst out of her mouth in the form of wild expletives.

Ryan listened to her words, her groans, her joy at being fucked by a huge cock. He realised he would never satisfy Emily in the same way. Yet here he was, married to this insatiable slut for the rest of his life. His saddened eyes watched them both fuck each other senseless. He couldn’t imagine where Richard’s energy came from, but he continued to plough Emily’s cunt until he spurted a second time.

Ryan eventually sat back in the chair close to the bed; his hand found his own cock. He looked at his pathetic specimen as he spurted over his stomach; the remnants of his solitary enjoyment, flowing over his hand. Richard stood up, letting Emily fall to the bed, exhausted, his cock still hard and pumping his cream over her backside.

Emily finally rolled on her side and half pushed herself up on her arms; looking over to Ryan, as she did so. She noticed his spunk pooling around his cock and over his hand.

Emily smiled at him, their eyes locked together, “Remember honey, I do all this because I love you.”