Joy held my hand as we stood on the hotel steps looking up at the airport coach preparing to leave. On board were close family and friends that had flown out with us to the Dominican Republic ten days earlier for our 25th anniversary Vow renewal. We waved as they left, and Joy began to giggle at her mum's parting remark. “Remember, we don't want any more grandchild.”

“Mum!” Joy had responded.

Her mum laughed. “Well, your father and I aren't expecting a honeymoon baby from you both.”

Joy just shook her head as her mum laughed. She was still laughing now.

Joy’s dad gave her the thumbs up and she smiled. She could still remember the look on his face when, at nineteen, she had told him that she was leaving home to move in with me. She saw the sadness in his eyes as the knowledge sunk in that his little princess, as he called her, was leaving home. He had always been protective of her as far as boyfriends were concerned. All he said to her at the time was, “Ah well. I suppose it’s the way of the world nowadays.” She knew that he would have preferred us to get married before getting to that stage in our relationship but she and I, both knew that they were not ready for that kind of commitment yet.

Her grandfather, God rest his soul, was more forthright in his opinion. “In my day, lad, a man would put a ring on a girl’s finger before even putting his hand on her knee,” he had said to me.

A tear filled her eyes as she watched the coach slowly pull away to take them to the airport for their flight back home. She squeezed my hand and I turned and smiled at her; this was our time now. After the ceremony two days earlier on the beach at Punta Cana, two weeks of 'honeymoon' now awaited us. What made it even more special was that this was the first time in eight years we had holidayed on our own.

As we turned to head back into the hotel, Joy suddenly remembered that the suitcase containing her wedding dress and my suit was still in our room. Her mum was supposed to be taking it back with her. She turned and looked back and saw the coach in the distance. ‘Just have to take it back with us now,’ she said to herself.

“Fancy a cocktail?” I asked her.

“Mmhmm, that would be nice,” she said, “and then perhaps...”

I smiled at her and reached behind and patted her bottom. Sex suddenly seemed so much better now that we were alone and yes, we had planned on starting to have more 'fun time'.

We made our way to one of the lounge bars and found ourselves with a crowd of people. We had just got served when suddenly a bride and groom came into the room. The other people began to crowd around them and they quickly realised that they were in the midst of a wedding party.

“I think we had better go,” I said, remembering that one or two other hotel guests had tried to gatecrash our reception and the best man had to ask them to leave.

We stood up to go when suddenly a woman came into the room. We quickly recognised her as the Registrar that had married us. “Will the wedding party please follow me,” she called out before turning and leaving the room. We sat back down again but a couple turned to us. “Come on,” the woman said. “This will be very exciting.”

Joy looked at me. I shrugged my shoulders and stood up. Moments later we found ourselves following the couple out of the room. I shrugged my shoulders again and smiled at her as they followed them up to the next floor and into a small conference room. The room had about five rows of chairs ten deep and at one end of the room was a long table with documents on it. The Registrar moved around to the back of the table. “Please be seated,” she said.

As we were the last ones in the room, they joined the couple that had brought them in and sat down in the back row.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the Registrar began, “we are gathered here today to witness the Cuckold Wedding of Tom and Sandra Harper from Houston, Texas.”

There was a round of applause as the couple stood up. Joy and I looked at each other. “Cuckold wedding?” I mouthed in silence to her.

Joy just shrugged her shoulders.

“Please step forward Sandra and Tom,” the Registrar called out.

The couple stepped up to the table as they held each other’s hand. Joy guessed them to be in their late thirties or early forties. Though both were the same height, the woman was much slimmer.

“Sandra and Tom Harper,” she said, “are you both ready to formally commit yourselves to the cuckold lifestyle by undergoing a Cuckold Wedding?”

They turned to each other. “Yes,” they answered in unison with a smile.

The Registrar turned to Sandra and said, “Do you, Sandra, confirm that you no longer wish to be bound by your marriage vow of forsaking all others from this day forth?”

“I do.”

The Registrar then turned to Tom. “Tom, do you agree with Sandra’s decision to be released from her marriage vow of forsaking all others from this day forth?”

“I do.”

Turning back to Sandra she said, “Do you, Sandra, take Tom as your cuckold husband to cherish and control?”

“I do.”

“Do you undertake at all times to tease, frustrate and deny Tom preferential sexual rights as are customary in the cuckold lifestyle?”

“I do.”

“Do you, Sandra, promise to pursue and use other men for sexual gratification as and when you desire?”

“I do.”

“Do you, Sandra, promise either to let your cuckold watch you with your lovers or tell him every detail of your sexual encounters if requested by your husband?”

“I do.”

“Do you, Sandra, promise to be a good slut to your lovers?”

“I do.”

Turning back to Tom she asked. “Tom, do you promise to keep your marriage vow of forsaking all others and in doing so be Sandra’s faithful cuckold husband in body, mind and spirit freely and unconditionally?”

“I do.”

“Tom, do you accept the position of cuckold husband with the understanding that Sandra has complete freedom to have sex with whoever she wishes while you must remain completely faithful to her?”

“I do.”

“Tom, do you promise to love and support Sandra’s extra-marital affairs be they long-term, short-term or one-night stands?”

“I do.”

“Tom, do you acknowledge the fact that sexually you cannot provide Sandra with all of the sexual pleasure she deserves?”

“I do.”

“Tom, do you promise, if requested, to help find competent lovers for your wife, Sandra that will provide her with the sexual pleasure you cannot give her?”

“I do.”

“Do you promise to be hospitable, kind and respectful towards your wife’s lovers, and do you also promise to give them preferential access to your wife at all times?”

“I do.”

“Finally, Tom, do you acknowledge that in entering this cuckold marriage there is the possibility that your wife may become pregnant with another man’s child and if so, you will raise that child with her as if it were your own?”

Tom hesitated for a moment before saying. “I do and I will.”

Sandra could be seen visibly squeezing her husband’s hand

The Registrar then looked back at Sandra. “Is there a gentleman present to consummate your cuckold marriage?”

She turned around and looked in the direction of two tall black males seated behind her. “Darius and Henry have offered their services.”

The Registrar looked at them and motioned them forward. Tom moved to the side to allow the two males to stand on either side of her.

“Darius and Henry are you prepared to assist Sandra and Tom in consummating their cuckold marriage by having sexual intercourse with Sandra?”

“We are,” they said in unison.

The Registrar then turned to Tom. “Tom, as is customary in these ceremonies, you shall remove Sandra’s wedding ring before Darius and Henry take her away to consummate the marriage. In doing so you are, before these witnesses, removing all vows of fidelity, faithfulness and forsaking all others that Sandra agreed to on your wedding day. Do you understand?”

“I do.”

“Please remove the ring and place it on the table,” the Registrar told him.

Tom nervously took Sandra’s outstretched hand removed her wedding ring.

The Registrar then turned back to the bride and the two men standing on either side of her. “You may go and consummate the cuckold marriage,” she told them.

The two men each took one of Sandra’s hands and led her out of the room to the echo of cheers and laughter. Joy noticed the flushing of the cheeks on Sandra before turning to me. "What the fuck was all that about?” I asked quietly.

She just smiled. She had heard of cuckold relationships but she had never heard of a cuckold wedding before.

“It must be an American thing,” Joy commented.

“They are quite popular in Europe too,” a voice said next to them. It was the woman who had spoken to us earlier. “France and Germany especially. They are even catching on in England too, so I hear.”

I smiled at the way that Americans always think of England being the United Kingdom.

“I take it that you are not in the lifestyle then?” the man said.

“No,” my wife said adamantly. “I had never even heard of it until now.”

“Have you been married long?” the woman asked.

“Twenty-five years.”

The woman patted Joy's knee. “You should try it, love,” she told her. “I highly recommend it.”

“Yes,” the man with her said. “It certainly keeps a husband on his toes. It keeps me on mine anyway.”

The appearance of the Registrar at their side suddenly interrupted their conversation and the couple left. “It’s Stu and Joy isn’t it?”

We acknowledged her and then got into a short conversation with her about cuckold marriage ceremonies. “Well, if ever you are interested, you know where to find me and I can recommend a few gentlemen who would only be too willing to help you consummate it.”

I noticed that a side door had been opened up leading into a small bar. “Do you fancy a drink?”

“Bloody right I do,” Joy responded. “I need one after all that.”

We found a quiet table to ourselves and sat talking quietly and drinking. “Do you think that we should try and sneak out?” I asked.

Joy shook her head. “I suppose we should get out of here but I’m dying to see what happens next.”

We both looked up as we noticed the return of the Registrar with a tall, broad shouldered black male. They were looking in their direction and suddenly the man started to walk towards them. The Registrar turned and walked away.

“Congratulations to you both,” he said to us as he held out his hand towards Joy. She stood up and he gave her a kiss on the cheek before offering his hand to me. We shook hands and sat down as he introduced himself as Marvin.

“I understand that this is your first cuckold wedding?”

We both nodded. “It’s quite a popular venue here,” he told us. “It’s probably because a lot of conventional marriages take place here too.”

Joy smiled and told him that she never even knew they existed until now. Marvin laughed. “Nah,” he uttered. “Cuckolding has been round since time immemorial and the marriages since the late sixties and early seventies. They kind of formalise things and bring a new dimension to the relationship.”

“I take it that you have been involved in a few?”

He laughed again. “I have never been married so I’ve never been cuckolded but I have helped a lot of couples out to bring them into the lifestyle and I have been lucky enough to consummate the odd marriage along the way.”

I sat nervously as i watched Marvin smiling at my wife. It was obvious that he fancied her and from the look on Joy’s face it was also obvious that there was a mutual attraction there.

“So, you guys can’t see yourself in this lifestyle then?” Marvin asked.

I quickly shook my head as Joy spoke. “We have only just found out about them,” she told him. “It’s a bit early to start getting involved in something like that. Anyway, we are happy as we are.”

Marvin laughed. “It’s never too early,” he contradicted. “But you have been together a few years now.”

Joy nodded. It was obvious that the Registrar had been talking to him about us.

“Now is a good a time as any to get into the lifestyle,” Marvin smiled. “Start as you mean to go on.”

Joy laughed. “And I suppose that you would be offering your services, so to speak, if we did decide to get into it?”

I adjusted my posture in his seat nervously.

Marvin shrugged his shoulders. “Well, I would humbly give up my precious time if required,” he responded holding his hand to his heart. “It would be a sacrifice that I would gladly make to help you two on your way.”

My wife laughed again. “A humble sacrifice, hey?”

I smiled as Marvin laughed as well. ‘He certainly is a charmer.’ I thought to myself. My glass was nearly empty and so was Joy’s so I stood up to go to the bar and offered Marvin a drink. “A small beer will do me, please.”

I left them to talk. From time to time I glanced over at them as I waited to get served. Joy laughed at times and Marvin was leaning forward to get her full attention. He was obviously interested in her and her response told him that feelings were mutual. At one point he looked away and caught the attention of the husband of the wife who was upstairs somewhere with two other men. The man smiled at him. He seemed quite happy.

My thoughts turned to the man’s wife again. I could visualise her on a bed somewhere with the two men on either side of her. They would have probably stripped her out of her wedding clothes and got her down onto the bed. I knew the reputation of black males with white females; they always seemed to find that extra strength to fuck them longer and harder and they always seemed to have larger and thicker cocks than men of other races. The man’s wife would no doubt be finding that she had her hands full now with the two men she was with.

He turned again to Joy and Marvin. They were laughing again. I suddenly found myself thinking about the two of them together. Joy had always been critical of people who had affairs. ‘What’s the point of getting married in the first place if you’re going to sleep around?’ she would often say about people she knew who had been caught having affairs. But she was making him wonder now if she still held those views. She was enjoying Marvin's attention.

After finally getting served I joined them back at the table and Joy left to go the ladies' cloakroom.

“So what did you think of the Ceremony then, Stu?” Marvin asked me

I shrugged my shoulders. “I suppose it takes all sorts, as they say.”

“You don’t fancy the idea yourself then?”

I shook my head.

“What if Joy was keen on the idea?”

I laughed nervously wondering if she had said something to Marvin. “I... I doubt if she would ever consider it.”

Marvin smiled. “I get the feeling that she would do it with the right person.”

Another nervous laugh escaped for my mouth. “No, I just can’t see it happening,” I responded shaking my head.

Marvin leaned forward. “I think she would, Stu,” he contradicted quietly. “I think if you were to agree to it she would go through the ceremony as well.”

“She... she said that to you, did she?”

Marvin smiled. “That’s a conversation you should have with her but I reckon she would love to do it,” he responded. “Just from our brief chat, and her reaction to the ceremony and what the lifestyle involves, in my experience, I can tell she is thinking she would like to follow the lifestyle and go through the ceremony... so yes I’m sure she would like to.”

I never got the chance to discuss it with her when she returned. Marvin remained with us and talked about himself. He had started out as a kid from the Bronx and joined a football team. With the money had made from the sport he went into business selling sports equipment and clothing and had done quite well for himself. He had been briefly married for a couple of years and had a daughter. Joy asked him if he had a girlfriend.

He laughed, “Just OMWs at the moment.”

“OMWs?”

“Other men’s wives,” he responded. “Much less complicated and very enjoyable.”

“Very enjoyable?” Joy asked with a smile.

Marvin nodded, returning her smile.

“It’s a bit like stealing candy,” he replied. “It always seems to taste that much sweeter when it’s stolen.”

I noticed the look in my wife's eyes. I could see that she was sexually attracted to Marvin; there was chemistry there. I felt a twinge of jealousy, and yet I also felt a sexual excitement rising within.

The sudden commotion in the next room drew everyone’s attention to the doorway. The bride and the two males had returned and people started rushing out to take their seats. Joy and I stood up and moved to the door as well but Marvin remained seated.

The Registrar also entered the room just as they sat down and she walked round to the front of the table. “Will you please join me, Tom and Sandra?” she said. “You as well, please, Darius and Henry.”

Moments later all four stood at the table facing the Registrar.

“Darius and Henry,” she said. “Have you satisfactorily enjoyed sexual intercourse with Sandra Harper?”

The two of them smiled. “We certainly have,” they replied in unison.

“Sandra Harper, will you confirm that you have just enjoyed sexual intercourse with Darius and Henry?”

“Yes,” she responded, clearing her throat before smiling. “And it was very enjoyable too.”

The Registrar turned to Tom. “Tom Harper,” she said. “You have heard it declared in front of these witnesses by Darius and Henry that they had sex with your wife Sandra, and that having confirmed it herself I now pronounce you a cuckolded husband.”

Tom turned to Darius and Henry in turn, smiled and shook their hands before turning to Sandra and kissing her firmly on the lips.

“Having fulfilled all the necessary requirements, I now pronounce this Cuckold wedding ceremony binding,” the Registrar said to the cheers and clapping of the audience. “May you both have a long and enjoyable cuckold life together.”

Suddenly Sandra bent down, raised the hem of her wedding dress and began taking down her silk garter of white with red bows. As she stepped out of it she turned her back once again to the audience and tossed the garter high into the air behind her. Female hands rose into the air in readiness with squeals of delight. I looked up at it with bemusement as it began its descent into the crowd in front of them. Suddenly Joy’s hand reached out and grabbed it in her hand.

There were still squeals of delight as she turned to face me, still grasping the garter. “It’s your turn next, love,” said a familiar voice from beside me.

I turned around to see the smiling face of the woman that had brought them into the room earlier. “It’s your turn next to become a cuckolded husband.

I opened my mouth to speak but couldn’t find any words to say.

“You’ll enjoy it,” the man accompanying her said. “You really will, believe me.”

I looked back to Joy, she smiled, and held up the garter, and I knew that look in her eyes, a fire had been lit, and I knew from now we would be having a chat about our future

I smiled and knew of the conversation we were about to have, we found a quiet table, and before I could speak, Joy said “I know what your going to say, I am surprised too, but I want this for us, I have never felt this turned on, and so sure its the right thing for us, before, and what a way to complete our vow renewal for our 25th anniversary.”

I paused, knowing that what I said next would change our lives forever, “ when I first saw this, I was shocked, and adamant it wasn't for us, but I must admit, seeing the ceremony, and your reaction to it, it has stirred something in me I have never felt before, and call it fate, but the garter sealed it.”

Joy looked at me, with an excited and naughty smile on her face, “what are you saying?”

“I am saying, it's a good job your mom left your wedding dress and my suit, we're going to need them and the pastor, again.”

Joy let out a whoop and hugged me and kissed me, like she had never before. She pulled away and said, “what about the guys to consummate it, who do we use?”

without hesitation, I said, “I'm sure Marvin will be only too happy too, and then there's Darius and Henry, so we should be okay.”

Joy chuckled, “why not all three, let's do it in style.”

I smiled and said, “if that's what you want, then I better go ask the questions.”

Joy said, “I can't believe we're doing this, but do it, go and sort it.”

I nodded, and went to find the pastor and the guys, an hour and several conversations later, I returned to Joy, she looked at me, impatient for my return. She said, “Well, how did it go?”

I hesitated, then said “two days from today, we will become officially a cuckold couple.”