I had been called all kinds of names in my life, but “slut” was probably the most common - not that I really minded that one, because I knew that it came close enough to the truth. But I had really tried to be my best, chastest self for Andrew in the year we had been together, and besides the one or other time when I was boozed out of my mind, I thought that I had managed it rather well.

When Martha, his mother, used that self-same term to describe me, the hurt didn’t come from the word itself, but from the deeply offended look on her face that left no doubt that I’d probably not get to see the interior of their house very often, and I felt bad to drive a wedge between Andrew and his family.

“Ignore her,” he told me though once we were safely off enemy territory and back in his car. “She’s always been a stickler for outdated morale values. She’ll either wrap her head around it or hole up in her house and ignore us.”

“But she’s your mother…”

“And you’re my fiancee, Becky.” His voice was dry, and I knew that this would be the last of it.

I still couldn’t believe that I had landed Andrew - clever, good-looking and wealthy Andrew Perkins who lead the legal department. Given his position, it was a wonder in itself that he even noticed a lowly sales office worker, and with office gossip as it was, he surely had heard enough about my reputation.

It wasn’t really a secret. Not when you’re caught with your pants down and your married co-worker’s cock up your ass at your company’s Christmas party and have half of the office staff watch him pound you on the hood of his car. And everyone knew that the only reason I still had my job was that I had spread my legs for Jennings, our department head, the day after. His secretary had made sure of that.

“I love you, Andrew!”

He grinned at me with that cute, slight smirk that always made me melt inside. “So it’s just going to be us and a few friends, I guess.”

“I’m sorry. I hoped that your family…”

He didn’t let me finish. “The only person who’s important to be at our wedding with me is you.”

* * * *

I had never in my life been so nervous. Tonight, I was going to be married and become Mrs. Becky Perkins. I had already moved into Andrews house, but it hadn’t really felt like home. I knew it would after tonight. I nestled with the shoulder part of my wedding dress, which bunched up slightly, and managed to get it to lie flat, while I recited the vow in my mind.

“You’re going to do great. Here, let me do your eyes.”

Joanna was my office head and the only person from my circle of friends to be invited. If I was honest, I didn’t really have friends. I had former fuck-buddies and loose acquaintances from work. Joanna was the closest to a friend I had, and that meant that we went out for a drink once a month - which sometimes grew into quite a number of drinks - and that I had confessed some of the kinkier things I’d done in my life, and unfortunately also a bit about the wicked sexual cravings that were a constant companion for me.

“Don’t you think this is a bit much?” I asked cautiously when she put the dark eyeshade on rather generously.

“Nonsense. You need to draw attention to your lovely eyes.” Skilled fingers applied mascara equally lavishly, and when my mirrored face blinked, it looked rather seductive.

“I don’t know…”

“Hush.” She did the lipstick too, a dark, burgundy red, and followed it with almost black lip-liner. “There,” she finally exclaimed, “you look positively sexy.”

“Sexy? It’s my wedding, not a date. Joanna!”

Before I could pick up a swipe, she was fixing the pretty white tiara with the veil to my hair. “There, all done. It’s time anyway.”

I took a deep breath and got up, trying to control my shaky knees.

“Are you wearing the naughty stuff underneath too?” Joanna whispered into my ear, putting a lot of emphasis on the word “naughty”.

“Joanna!” I hissed. I had, in a moment of boozed honesty, confessed that I had bought crotchless white lace panties with matching halters, a half-cup bra and pretty white bows with soft clamps to wear under my wedding dress. I really wanted to give Andrew a nice surprise on our wedding night, and I knew that he loved it when I dressed up a little naughty.

“Oh, come on. Are you?”

I nodded, biting my lip and feeling my face flush.

The look she sent me was strange. For a moment, I thought I recognized a wicked gleam in her eyes, but I went as fast as it had come, and then she smiled brightly at me, taking my hand and pulling me after her.

“It’s time. We need to get into the limo.”

“My purse. I don’t have my purse!”

“It’s your wedding. You won’t need it. Come on, the limo’s waiting.”

* * * *

My excitement and anxiety had grown with every mile. Andrew had asked me to leave all the details to him, and once he insisted on something, he was impossible to dissuade. So I hadn’t even had a clue where we were going.

I had expected some kind of church, but it was a huge mansion that appeared in front of us after a mile-long slow drive over a gravel driveway. It was all white and had pillars and little turrets, as if it had sprung right out of a cheesy romance movie. I loved it.

The walk on shaky legs to the reception room went by in a haze, and I could probably not have found my way back on my own afterwards. But that didn’t matter.

The room looked like a cross of a tiny ballroom and a church, with an arched roof that was filled with paintings of nude, beautiful people lounging about, drinking and eating, and at the front was a small dais surrounded by statues of nude, pretty, lascivious women.

When we stepped onto the line of black carpet that ran from the entrance all they way across the marble floor and up to the dais, Joanna held up my hand at chest height and a soft rendition of the wedding march began to play. Smiling faces lined the sides of the room, all Andrews’s friends, some of whom I had met and others I hadn’t seen before. My vision grew blurry and my heart pounded.

A big, good-looking older man in a black frock stood in the middle of the dais, but my eyes were glued to Andrew, who radiated happiness and watched eagerly as I approached with a spring in my steps that I’d never felt before.

Joanne gave my hand to Andrew, whose fingers closed possessively around mine, and we turned to face the reverend.

He smiled at both of us, then began to recite the words in a strong voice.

“Dear friends! We have come together on this night to witness the wedding between Mr. Andrew Perkins…”

He nodded towards Andrew, who smiled back brightly, but then he continued and I stood frozen to the spot, my heart trying to explode from chest and the ground opening up underneath me.

“..and his pretty slut, Becky Saunders.”

Had he really just said this? Had he called me a ‘slut’ at my own wedding? But then why was Andrew still smiling all over? Was my mind playing tricks? I started to hyperventilate, but the reverend simply continued, and when I listened to his words, my world began to crumble.

“Andrew, you are here to be united with Becky in a bond for eternity. Will you love her and hold her, expose her and use her, share her body with your friends and see to it that she will be well-fucked every day, until death does part you?”

I stared, wide-eyed and with blood rushing in my ears like monumental waterfalls, as Andrew answered him in a loud and clear voice that echoed in the large room, “I do!”

The reverend waited for the short wave of applause to settle down.

“As a sign of your commitment, you may now undress the bride.”

It was crazy! It was nothing like what I had imagined my wedding to be! A part of me was terrified that I was the victim of some very, very sick joke. And another part of me felt the eyes of the people in the room on me and followed along willingly when Andrew’s hand on my shoulder urged me turn his back to him

Slowly, the zipper at the back of the dress went down, and I could feel cool air touch the skin on my back. This was really happening!

The zipper opened all the way to the top of my bum, and then Andrew’s hands pushed the dress off my shoulders. It slid down easily and pooled around my feet.

It took me a few moments to realize that I was practically naked in a room full of people, just in white stockings and garters, panties and bra that hid nothing, and with tiny white bows adorning my nipples. My skin exploded.

Andrew’s hands turned me back towards the reverend, who looked down at my exposed crotch and lifted an eyebrow, then winked at me. I thought I would die from embarrassment. But then he started to speak again, and I had to focus hard to hear the words.

“Becky, you have come here before us to enter a bond of love and devotion with Andrew. Do you agree to be his willing slut and his plaything, to give all of your body to please him and his friends in any wicked way he desires, till death does part you?”

There was complete silence in the room. Gazes prickled over my naked skin. Embarrassment shot in heated waves through me. Drops of moisture trickled from my pussy and down my thighs, my breath flow and my nipples tightened almost painfully.

My voice almost broke. “I do!”

The cheering that followed swallowed my mumbled, “Fuck yes! I do! I’m your slut, Andrew, forever!” I think he heard though.

The reverend cleared his throat, and the applause and whistles died down. “As a token of your devotion, you may now get fucked by the groom.”

Fucked? Right here? But I was already nude and horny like hell.

Andrews voice suddenly whispered into my ear from behind, “Don’t you think you should reward the reverend for this wonderful ceremony? I know how much you like cock. Everyone here knows…” He folded back the veil, leaving no doubt about his words.

One of his hands gently pushed me forward while the other ran through my folds and made me gasp in delight. He wanted me to… My thoughts trailed off when I saw the huge bulge in the reverend’s trousers, and my fingers didn’t need conscious effort to free his stiff cock from its confines.

With his position slightly above us, he was at the perfect height, and when the stiff rod sprung free, I only needed to bend forward a little so my lips were just an inch from its purple, glistening crown.

Andrew’s own cock entered my slick pussy from behind at that moment and drove all the air from my lungs. He was big, and I was sure that I’d never get enough of feeling stretched like this when he drove it fast and unyielding into my dripping snatch.

The reverend used that moment when my lips parted to take a hold of my head and gently guide his organ, which wasn’t to be scoffed at either, into my warm mouth. I looked up at his face with lidded eyes, the pumping of Andrew’s cock quickly driving me crazy with lust, and he nodded at me and told me, “Congratulations, slut!”

I answered him by relaxing my throat muscles and taking him all the way inside, past the gag reflex and so deep that my nose touched his pubes, and then I started to swallow. The moans he gave every time my throat constricted around his stiff, throbbing rod was like music.

Behind me, Andrew pushed harder and harder, and my whole body shook with every thrust that speared my pussy. It was glorious, and it was the most debauched thing I could ever have imagined.

Clapping started, rhythmically, in time with Andrew’s thrusts, and it was like I was dosed with a powerful aphrodisiac. The slut, the exhibitionist within me, was for the first time completely set free. I had resigned myself to a chaste life with my husband and prepared to fight the dark urges inside me every waking moment.

A fingertip pressed on my pucker. Another finger flicked my clit. Arousal crashed in waves down over me. I came, hard, almost choking on the reverend’s cock, but he pulled back in time and sprayed my face with cum. I had to close one eye, but I watched in an eager haze as spurt after spurt shot from the tiny hole in the tip and coated my face with sticky heat.

Andrew came too, with a mighty groan and a hard shove that almost toppled me over. I felt his cock swell deliciously inside me, and more wet, sticky heat spurted inside me.

“Mine,” I heard him growl when he released the last of his cum inside me, and hearing these words was the most wonderful thing in the world.

He withdrew slowly, and I looked over my shoulder, curious over whose fingers had aided in our debauched display.

Joanna kneeled right next to me, holding up a glistening finger and grinning like the cat who ate the canary.

I blushed like mad, but I didn’t get time to dwell on this turn of events. She stood up and took hold of my hand, helping me get upright and leading me towards the center of the room. I almost stumbled over the discarded dress, but Andrew was there to catch me and steady me.

Someone had brought in a strange, narrow, almost waist-high table made from shiny, dark wood. Joanna guided me towards it and, with a gentle push of her hands, told me to lie down on it on my back.

It was short, so my buttock were only half-way on the wooden surface and my head dangled over the edge without support. Joanna stepped around it so she was right in front of my upside-down head.

I gasped when she pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders. She was naked underneath.

Andrew clapped his hands. “The buffet is opened,” he announced to loud cheers.

Joanna’s pussy was smooth-shaven and glistening with dew. There had been a few times where, in the heat of a threesome, I had licked a girl before, so I wasn’t a stranger to the musky, heady scent of female arousal. My vision was filled with the creamy white of her thighs, and a second later, I was licking my co-worker’s hot pussy in front of a room full of people.

Strong hands grabbed my thighs and lifted them up and back. Then a cock, a little thinner than Andrew’s, was pushed inside my sopping snatch.

It was brilliant! Hands, lots of them, started to roam all over my naked body and gifted me with wonderful sensations. They caressed and teased, pinched and pulled, and my pussy was filled with cock and my tongue danced through Joanna’s folds and over her clit.

Moans started to sound from everywhere around.

I was in the middle of an orgy at my own wedding. I knew it would be a long reception, and that we wouldn’t be making love after it. Someone pinched my clit, and something warm and wet splattered over my tummy.

I was in slut heaven, and from my perspective, I’d stay there forever.

“I love you,” I heard Andrew’s sexy voice say. I couldn't see him, but it had to come from behind Joanna. “And I’m going to fuck your office head up the ass while you lick her snatch.”

I moaned. My dreams had come true.