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It was the second marriage for Ken and I. So we decided to elope to Las Vegas. It really wasn’t a destination wedding, but we did invite a few friends to join us. We went to the Wedding Chapel as soon as we landed in Vegas. While Ken waited for his friends Derek and Tito to join us, I took my bride’s maid and my best friend Bonnie to look for a wedding dress in the chapel’s bridal shop.

While I looked for a dress, Bonnie went to the lingerie section to find something sexy for me to wear under my dress. I rifled through the rack of dresses with a frown, not finding anything that I liked.

“I found the perfect dress for you,” Bonnie beamed.

“Oh?”

“They have a slut-wear section right next to the lingerie.”

My forehead wrinkled with uncertainty as she showed the mini dress. Shaking my head, I said, “I want sexy, not slutty.”

“Don’t say no until you try it on. Besides, I found the perfect lingerie to go with it,” insisted Bonnie.

We hurried to the fitting room. Quickly, I stripped out of my travel clothes. Bonnie handed me a royal blue thong. Looking at it, I objected, “What’s this? It’s not white?”

“Something blue,” she replied with a smile, referring to the rhyme which detailed what a bride should wear to wedding for good luck.

Biting my lower lip, I balked, “It will show through the dress.”

“So what? Aren’t you the girl who fucked the quarterback on the balcony of Delta House in front of everyone?”

I blushed, remembering my past bold exhibitionism and not wanting to admit I still had an exhibitionist streak. I said, “Yeah, but…”

“But, nothing,” interrupted Bonnie. “You’ll be just highlighting your pleasure place. Plus there are meanings for objects in the rhyme.”

“There are?”

“Something old represents continuity; something new offers optimism for the future; something borrowed symbolizes borrowed happiness; something blue stands for lasting fidelity.”

“I didn’t know that,” I acknowledged.

Bonnie disseminated, “According to color lore…”

“Color lore?” I giggled. “Is that even a thing?”

“Yes, color lore is a real thing and don’t interrupt,” chided Bonnie. She continued, “Color lore links blue to emotions such as friendship, harmony and loyalty.

“Oh really,”

“Yes really, Miss Smartass. Blue emotions help build relationships that feature resolute reliability, mutual understanding, and unshakeable trust. Traits I’m sure you want in your new marriage.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll wear the blue thong.”

“Oh, there’s more.”

“More?”

“On the plane, I read an article by a psychologist that stated that the color of woman’s panties reflect her sexual mood. Blue panties mean you’re bold and mischievous in bed. That I’m in control tonight,” stated Bonnie with a wink.

“Sounds good to me,” I giggled, taking the sexy garment and putting it on.

“The dress will be too tight for a garter belt, but these thigh-highs should stay-up without one. Just like your groom’s cock,” she laughed, handing me a pair of stockings.

I caressed them up legs, feeling sexy. A warmth deep in my belly began to radiate throughout my body and my pussy dampened.

“Something old,” approved Bonnie, reciting another line from the good luck rhyme as I placed my feet into the shoes I had brought with me. A jazzy pair of glittering cage sandals with leg-elongating four and a half inch high heels.

Handing me the wedding dress she had picked out, she said, “I hope you don’t give as much grief over the dress as you did the panties, but you were the one who said you wanted to be risqué bride because your groom wants other guys to envy him because he gets to fuck you they don’t.”

It was an ivory mini-wedding dress. The dress was so short that it didn’t cover the top of the off-white thigh-high stockings I had just put on. I knew the teasing flash of my flesh would ignite the desire of my groom. The dress had a halter top with a front that plunged down to my navel and bare back. I couldn’t wear a bra with it, if I wanted too. But, I didn’t want to, I felt sexier without one, a bit slutty in fact.

The last item of my wedding ensemble was a two-tiered finger-tipped bridal veil. It was attached to ready-to-wear combs and Bonnie fixed it my hair.

“Jen, you’re a vision of sexy loveliness,” gushed Bonnie, stepping back to admire me.

Looking in the mirror, I spun around and said, “I don’t know Bonnie, this dress is more slutty than sexy.”

“Of course it is, but you look ravaging. You’ll have the attention of every man here in this dress.”

I looked back into the mirror, still unsure.

Bonnie stepped back towards me toward and said, “Wait, you’re right. There’s something missing.”

“Yeah, quite a bit of material,” I giggled.

Taking the pearl stud earrings from her ears, Bonnie said, “Something borrowed.”

“Thank you. They are so beautiful,” I replied, feeling the impressive perfection of the culture pearls in my hand. I hurriedly took out the small gold hoop earrings I wore and replaced them with the lovely pearl studs of Bonnie.

“Don’t get too attached. I’ll be wanting those back,” she said with a heartwarming smile. Reaching into her purse she pulled out an elongated jewelry case. Opening the box, she pulled out another string of pearls with nipple clamps attached at the end and handed them to me. She studied my face for a reaction and said, “Here’s something new. You can keep these. They are my wedding gift to you.”

I studied the erotic piece of jewelry. The tweezer clamps were silver and connected to each other by a string of white pearls.

Bonnie stepped in front of me and unhooked the halter of the dress and pulled it down to my waist, exposing my breasts. The cool air made my already energized nipples rigid. Huskily, she observed, “Jen, you have such beautiful breasts. They just need to be adorned with something extra that will bring even more attention to them.”

I was speechless.

She gently squeezed my left breast in her right hand and my bare nipples harden even more. Stroking my face with her other hand, she drew me into a kiss.

My knees weakened and my pussy gushed with excitement. I hadn’t been with a woman since college and that woman just happened to be Bonnie.

The kiss grew more passionate as she forced her tongue into my mouth. Her tongue wrestled with mine as she continued to gently harass by right breast. She broke the kiss and took my right nipple into her mouth. She sucked on it as if it was a flesh soda straw.

Hissing, I stood on my tip-toes. It felt like she was trying to suck my entire body into her mouth.

She lifted her mouth off of my breast satisfied that the nipple could get no harder. With a wicked smile, she closed the tweezer clamp on my nipple.

I yelped as the clamp closed securely on my agitated nipple.

Bonnie repeated the process with my left breast. And, again I squealed when the second clamp snapped shut on my aggravated left nipple. She re-hooked the halter of the wedding dress and turned me around so I could see my reflection in the mirror. The string of pearls hung delightfully in the valley of my cleavage. Announcing to all, that they could only be suspended from my nipples. She postulated, “I think this ensemble is slutty enough to get you the envious male attention your groom seems to enjoy and sexy enough to keep him aroused.”

I smiled approvingly at my friend.

She knew how to make a woman feel desirable. She was right; Ken would love the dress and string of pearls hanging from my nipples. The sexy-slutty sight would surely provoke plenty of male attention and lead to a primeval pounding of my pussy from my groom’s lustful manhood latter tonight.

“Thank you, for the wedding gift. And, thank you for being here,” I professed, pulling her into a kiss. My hand went beneath the hem of her dress and I pushed my hand down the inside of the waistband of her pantyhose. The nylon material was saturated with her excitement and I felt it on the back of my hand as I sank my middle finger deep into her hairless simmering snatch. My palm pushed against her unsheathed and protruding clit, causing her to gasp for air. I said, “My goodness, Bonnie, you’re so wet.”

Her blue eyes flared with licentiousness as she reached beneath the short hem of my wedding dress and slipped her hand inside my soaked thong. Thrusting her finger inside me, she declared, “Jen, I think you’re wetter than me. But, then it is your wedding day.”

“Yes, yes,” I cried out with pleasure as she thrust her finger into my pussy again and again. Breathing heavy, my body trembled with the overwhelming anticipation of further delights.

We’d whipped ourselves into a frenzy, totally lost in each other and connected in the moment. With lewd abandon, she stabbed her finger into my cunt. I buried my finger inside her then moved my fingers in a “come hither” motion. I teased her that way until, at last, my fingers made contact with her illusive G-spot.

“You found it,” she rasped and squirmed on her hand.

I tapped my fingers against her G-spot the way a guy’s cock would. Slowly, I slid my fingers in and out of her pussy.

Her responsive moans grew more excited and I fingered her cunt with exuberance. She begged, “Don’t stop… please… don’t stop.”

I sawed my finger in and out of her pussy at the speed of light. I pressed my thumb all around her clit without touching it. The skin on her neck glowed crimson as the pleasurable pressure built. With desperate puffs of breath, she fought off the urge to scream like a lunatic.

“Would you like to cum?” I asked wickedly.

Wild-eyed and huffing, she silently nodded.

“Feel free to scream,” I encouraged.

Her body went rigid as I pushed my thumb against her agitated clit. Like a boiling tea kettle, she hissed as her pussy contracted and pulsated around my digit. Surrendering to the pleasure of her climax, she threw back her and howled with climatic release.

When she grew still I asked, “Are you alright, Bonnie?”

She looked up at me glazed-eyed still panting, unable to answer.

I kissed her cheek as she continued to recover from her orgasm.

Once Bonnie calmed, she brought her thumb to the top of my slit and used it like a probe. Locating my pleasure pearl, she lightly applied pressure against it. Thrashing my thighs against her hand, I muttered, “Oh, my, oh my.”

She tormented me by grinding her thumb into the cleft of my cunt just where it was rife with nerve endings. When she felt a spasmodic contraction of my vagina she would back the pressure off until I relaxed then she would slowly build the pressure back up again. Relentlessly, she brought me to the verge of orgasm only to break off the pressure before I could take the climatic plunge.

Reduced to a quivering pile of flesh bathed in sweat, I begged a panted plea, “Please… Bonnie… let… me,,, cum… please… oh… please.”

“Yes, I think you’re ready now,” she agreed. She reached up and tugged on the string of pearls causing the clamps to pinch down on my enflamed nipples. Then she pushed her thumb directly against my overstimulated clit.

All my physical and mental forces gathered momentarily then leaped over the orgasmic abyss. Contractions raced at the speed of light throughout my pussy. To my surprise even my rectal sphincter spasm sympathetically several times of its own volition. My thighs trembled and my belly quivered as pleasure surged throughout my body. I screamed in blessed climatic release.

After we composed ourselves we joined my fiancé and his two companions at the chapel entrance. I approached them with a swaggering sway of my hips. My heels clicked against the floor with purpose. Anyone who cared to notice would have recognized I had the walk of a bitch in heat and was looking to mate.

Ken spotted me and his mouth fell open in stunned surprise. A hush fell on the trio of men and the only sound made was the snapping of my heels.

“Sorry, it took us so long, Sweetie,” I apologized and kissed his cheek. “How do I look?”

“You look ravishing. You have never looked more beautiful than you do at this moment,” he choked. His eyes fell on my breasts and he added, “I really love your string of pearls. I can’t wait to see how you are keeping them up.”

“Aren’t they something,” I smiled impishly. Turning to Derek, I explained, “A bit risqué I know, but I wanted to be a sexy and somewhat slutty bride for Ken. He wants guys to envy him because he gets to nail me and they don’t.”

Turning to my groom’s other friend, I asked, “Don’t you think a wife should please her husband, Tito?”

“Most definitely,” he replied. A bright smile lighting up his ebony face.

A just married groom came out of the chapel with his bride on his arm. He eye-balled me as he passed us in the hall. Looking at Ken, he said, “Way to go, Dude.”

His new wife smacked the back of his head and started chewing his ass.

We all chuckled at the proven point.

Tito crooked his elbow and declared, “Since I’m the guy that introduced you two, I’d like to give the bride away.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” I agreed and took his pro-offered arm.

He smiled like he had just won the lottery and stuck his tongue out at Derek. Smiling broadly, Ken basked in the covetousness of his friends.

The chapel was crowded. Saturday seemed to be a big wedding day in Vegas. We made small talk and waited our turn. After what seemed like an eternity it was our turn to wed.

“Who gives this woman to this man?” asked the minister.

With a confident voice and a gleam in his eyes, Tito replied, “I do.”

The minister turned to Bonnie and asked, “Are you here as a witness on behalf of the bride?”

“I am,” she replied.

The minister turned to Derek and asked, “Are you here as a witness on behalf of the groom?”

“Yes, sir, I am,” he replied.

“Very well, let’s begin,” the minister said. Then he turned to me and asked, “Do you take this man to be your husband?”

Smiling, I took the wedding band that Bonnie handed me and slipped the ring on my groom’s finger, saying, “I do.”

The minister turned to Ken and said, “Do you take this woman to be your wife?”

He nodded and took the wedding band from Derek. Placing the ring on my finger, he said, “You bet I do.”

“By the power invested in me by the State of Nevada I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride. Can I have the next couple, please?”

Ken lifted my veil and kissed me as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Feeling my groom’s erection pressing into me, I ground my naughty parts against his hard cock. After a moment we broke our kiss and got out of the way of the next couple.

Derek shook my new husband’s hand and beamed, “Congratulations Ken, I know you both will make each other happy.”

Tito turned to me and asked, “May I kiss the bride?”

I nodded and he gave me peck on the lips.

He said, “I know Ken will make you very happy.”

Again, I nodded and agreed, “I know he will.”

Bonnie announced, “The three of us rented the Honeymoon Suite at the Sands for you two as a wedding present. The Chapel provides a limo to take you there now. If you need anything more give us a call.”

“Thanks for everything,” I said, handing her back her earrings. With a wanton grin, I added, “I doubt if we’ll need anything more tonight.”

With a wave of goodbye, we climbed into the limo and headed to the Sands Hotel and Casino. As the vehicle departed, I snuggled into the arms of my new husband. I gave him a deep and sensual kiss. My tongue probed his mouth. I unzipped his trousers and pulled out his throbbing cock. Breaking the kiss, I stroked his cock and watched pre-cum dribble from it. I giggled, “Baby, I don’t think you can wait until we get to the hotel.”

Sweetly, I kissed then sucked his cock. Each time I glanced up at my husband, he smiled heavenly. I was overwhelmed with a sense of peace and love. Inspired, I lavished extra attention to his cock. Wrapping my lips just around his cockhead, I sucked on it hard. Just as my husband had gotten used to that sensation, I switched my focus, pulling his cock out of my mouth to lick the seam of his balls. I teased, “Ken, your balls look so heavy, Sweetie. Are they full of cum? Are the full of cu for me? I so want your cum, Baby.”

He watched in fascination and shivered intensely, as I ran my tongue over every square inch of his balls while continuing to stroke his shaft. Clutching the car seat, he fought off the urge to cum.

Slowly, I licked my way back up his long shaft, teasing him with my tongue. Then I slid my lips down over his throbbing cock and slowly pumped my mouth up and down on it. Changing up, I nursed while my hand stroked his hard twitching shaft. I gently rolled his balls in my other hand, trying to coax the cum from them.

Ken moved his hips to meet my lips and soon I was taking his entire cock into my throat. His cock pulsated with pleasure and he groaned. Enjoying the tightness of my throat and the reverberation of my labored breath against his cock, he gasped, “Ah, that feels so good,”

I sucked his cock lovingly, hollowing my cheeks demanding his essence. When it became apparent that he was about to cum, I pulled my mouth back up to his cockhead and finished him off with my hand. I surrounded the head of his cock with my lips and let him fill my mouth with his hot nectar. Growling, my husband filled my mouth with his cum. Sitting up, I smiled up at him and opened my mouth wide. I showed him that he had, indeed filled my mouth with his cum. Then I swallowed it all.

Ken’s pleasure was evident on his face as I swallowed his load. He looked at me, still panting from the intensity of his orgasm.

I felt content that I had sexually pleased my husband. Smiling at him, I said, “Sweetie, It makes me feel so good to give you such pleasure and physically express that love.”

“I love you, too,” he choked and tenderly embraced me.

The limo arrived at the Sands and we practically ran thru the lobby to the elevator. I opened the door to the Honeymoon Suite. Ken lifted me up into his arms and carried me across the threshold. He set me down and closed the door.

Turning from the door, he watched as I unzipped my wedding dress and let it fall to the floor.

K en took a sudden intake of breath. He rasped, “You so beautiful.”

I watched as he surveyed my form. He began at my feet, taking in the sharp outline of my crystal cage heels. Following the flow of my stocking covered legs, he rested his gaze on the blue translucent thong. With a smile, he noted my puffy pink pussy lips glistening with fervor. His eyes continued up my tight belly to my heavy breasts. He lingered there, noticing the nipples were rigid and ravished from the clamps. The string of pearls that ran between the clamps danced in the valley of my cleavage with each hot breath I took. The more I panted, the more they skipped and swayed. Finally, he looked into my eyes. It was as if he were trying to scrutinize my soul. I felt loved and desired and boldly returned his gaze.

Stepping towards me, Ken embraced me and kissed me. Our tongues wrestled with lustful yearning. I broke the kiss and undid the bowtie of his tuxedo and threw it in a chair. He slipped his hand inside my thong then stabbed a finger into my sopping wet snatch. A low moan escaped me involuntarily.

The cummerbund soon followed the tie onto the chair. Ken squeezed both my breasts carefully avoiding disturbing my nipple clamps.

I undid his shirt one button at a time, kissing his chest after each button loosened. I threw it on the chair as it came undone. Obligingly, Ken kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks. I undid his breeches, his cock lurched from its confines. I pulled his trousers off of him. He stood naked before me.

His cock was magnificent. It nearly touched his belly-button and I could see it throb with longing. Taking it in my hand, I led him to the edge of the king-size bed.

I peeled my thong down my stockings. It clung to my soaking slit and resisted my first tug. But, after a sturdier yank, it fell to my ankles and I stepped out of it. I hand the soaked undergarment to my husband.

Lifting the intimate garment to his face, he inhaled my aroused aroma. He moved to embrace me, but I stuck out my hand like a traffic cop.

“Not so fast, lover-boy,” I teased. I looked deep into his eyes and saw the love he had for me. Reaching up, I brought his face to mine. Lightly, I brushed my lips against his then more forcefully probed his mouth with my tongue. Breaking our kiss, I ran my painted fingernail down his chest and then his belly.

His abs quivered uncontrollably from my touch and goose-bumps arose across his torso. His cock was almost thumping against his belly-button.

Squatting slightly, I pushed a finger deep into my cunt. Huskily, I reported, “I’m really wet for you, Baby.”

I ran my sodden finger down the length of Ken’s cock. Moaning, he curled his toes to keep from cumming right then and there. I grasped his cock and smeared his pre-cum all across its head. Softly, I said, “I’ve got a surprise for you, Baby. I’m going to give you what I have never given to anyone else.”

Seeing the question in his eyes, I clarified, “I know you love my butt, Ken. I’m giving it to you. I love you so much. It’s my wedding present to you.”

“Your ex and you never did anal?” he asked with eyebrows raised in surprise.

I shook my head and kissed him again. Crawling on the bed, I assumed the doggy position. In this position, I was offering him both my puffy pussy and proud pucker. I looked over my shoulder at my new husband and smiled seductively. Huskily, I commanded, “Take me, Lover, take me now.”

Ken crawled on the bed behind my pro-offered posterior. Pausing for a moment, he admired my body. With heartfelt affection, he said, “Babe, you have such a beautiful ass.”

I looked at him over my shoulder and said, “I love you, Ken.”

Raising the veil off my butt, he kissed each of my buttocks then sucked a hickey on my left check as I hissed a protest. Smiling, he spread my cheeks apart, revealing my pretty pink pucker and my wet cunt. After kissing and sucking on my engorged labia, he used his tongue to explore it.

As his tongue probed my pussy, I groaned gleefully, “Yes, yes.”

He further pleasured me by kissing my buttocks and sliding his tongue up and down the inside of my butt crack. Pulling my cheeks further apart, he darted his tongue teasingly at my puckered butthole. While stabbing his tongue in and out of my anus, my husband subtly slipped two fingers into my sodden snatch. He rapidly sawed his fingers in and out of my cunt until I squealed with delight.

I grunted as my husband worked his blunt thumb into my butthole. When he brought his fingers and thumb together, his digits separated only by my inners, I saw. As he sucked another hickey on my buttock, I hissed like a steam engine. I yelped when he bite it.

Satisfied that I was suitably ready for penetration, Ken withdrew his digits from me. Looking over my shoulder, I watched as he grabbed his throbbing cock and rubbed it up and down my saturated slit, lubing up its blunt head. He grinned at me as I moaned.

I froze as Ken with a single thrust, slid his cock into my well-oiled pussy clear to his testicles. It was an unexpected pleasure and produced an unadulterated orgasmic release. I wailed, “Cummming!”

My husband paused, fully seated in my pussy, enjoying my cunt muscles contracting around his cock. Resisting his own urge to cum, he gasped, “Babe, you got such a sweet pussy.”

Grabbing my hips for leverage, he plunged his cock into my pussy again and again with vicious velocity. I whimpered, “oh, oh, oh, oh.”

Suddenly, he pulled his cock completely out of my cunt. I whined my disapproval, then fell silent and stiffened when I felt the blunt helmet of his cock tap, then penetrate my well-anointed butt-hole.

“Ahhh!” I cried out and clutched the bedspread white-knuckled as my sphincter resisted the entry of my husband’s hard as stone cock. My ass was tight and his cock was so hard, I was sure I could feel the blood pounding through the big vein on top of it. As pain pulsated through my interior, I bit the bedspread as he slowly inched his manhood into my ass.

Once he was fully seated in my ass, he paused, allowing me to adjust to his girth. He huffed, “Jen, your ass is so tight. It feels so good.”

Blinking and puffing, I felt like a steel post had been inserted into my ass. I felt my husband’s fingers gently but firmly push on my clit sending shockwaves of pleasure to my core. My mind danced between pain and pleasure. When it crossed the line to the side of joyous pleasure, I panted, “I…love…you, Sweetie. Fuck…me.”

Ken slowly began to withdraw his cock. Just when he was about to be expelled from my ass, he forcefully pushed himself back into me. Soon his pace quickened and he surrendered to his lust. He stabbed his cock in and out of my ass with savage thrusts. He gripped my hips like a drowning man holds on to a life preserver.

“That’s it, oh, uh, Ken, fuck me. Uh, oh, yeah, fuck my ass.”

Suddenly, he stopped thrusting. He panted, “Feels… so… good… want… this… to last.”

I pushed back against him fully impaling his cock up my ass. Slowly, I slid on his cock until my sphincter threatened to spit it out. Then just as slowly, I slid it back inside me.

Ken moaned with pleasure and I groaned with my own gratification as I discovered an acceptable rhythm. He nibbled on my earlobe and whispered words of adoration into my ear that coursed their way to my heart.

I felt my husband’s cock expand and knew his climax was close. I increased my speed and wiggled my ass simultaneously as he grabbed my hips with a death grip to guide me up and down on his cock.

“Oh yeah, I’m going to cum. Whoa, jeez, I’m going to cum,” he wailed. He pulled me down on his cock as cum erupted from it and flooded my ass. He bellowed in release,. “Ahhh!”

I stayed perfectly still as my husband’s cum flowed into my innards.

After he had spent himself, Ken reached purposefully between my legs and with his cock still fully embedded in my ass. He pushed his fingers firmly against my roused clit. Without warning, he ripped the nipple clamps from my breasts and curtly ordered, “Cum for me Babe, cum now.”

The mixed messages of pain and pleasure overwhelmed my brain. Pleasure overcame the pain and an intense orgasm rushed through my body. Fluid splattered from my cunt onto the bedspread. For the first time in my life, I had experienced female ejaculation. I howled with unmitigated delight. White lights exploded behind my closed eyelids then faded to black. Limply, I slipped off my husband’s cock and fell down on the bed gasping for air.

“Jen?” asked Ken with a concerned, “Jen? Are you okay?”

I looked at him through glazed eyes and smiled at him. “Never better, Lover, never better.”

“Thanks for such a wonderful wedding gift,” he said, kissing my cheek.

I panted, “No thank you. I’ve never orgasmed so intensely in my life. I love you.”

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