I'm married. It happened yesterday in a beautiful ceremony at an Episcopal church in Pasadena. It was a beautiful church; we wore traditional wedding clothes; Liz was gorgeous as a bride in white.
It was a little funny seeing her in virginal white, knowing just what a slut she is, and me in my tux, if you knew I had on a male chastity device that I have been wearing for three weeks. It was actually rather fun, and the party afterward a blast. Dancing, drinking, music, food, deserts, it was wonderful.
Through it all I think I was super happy because I knew I was going to be released that night. My chastity remove. I would me allowed to have an erection, to touch my cock, to put my cock inside my wife, to ejaculate semen inside her. I have been dreaming of that moment for weeks.
The party ended at about 1:00 in the morning, at least that's when Liz and I left in the limo for our hotel. It was the Langham Huntington, a big old classy hotel. The best hotel I've ever stayed in.
When we get there I started undressing, but Liz was laying on the bed in her white dress.
"I just want to enjoy the whole experience, the feel of my dress, for a little while longer. In fact, I think having a fuck in a wedding dress would be incredibly sexy, don't you?"
I grinned. How like Liz. She had the key to my chastity lock out and was playing with it.
"Yeah," I said. "I think I could really get off on that. I want to fuck you so bad, baby."
"Oh, I didn't mean you, Ethan. No, I have something else in mind. Your chastity will not be coming off tonight."
My heart sank. I was undressed, naked, except for my shirt, and stood there with my cock and balls hanging down covered by this heavy plastic sheath locked in place with the padlock. I watched as Liz put the key away.
"Liz. What. The. Fuck. I agreed to being in chastity until our wedding. I've been waiting patiently for three weeks, and I want it off. Now. I want to fuck you, now. I want to feel my cock sliding inside you, over and over again, like any husband would do on their wedding night!"
I was angry. She was going back on the agreement.
Liz grabbed my by my exposed balls, and brought me to my knees next to her.
"Ow, ow, ow, Liz, what are you doing!" She reached up and held my face and brought hers close to mine.
"Ethan, babe, you get off on being denied. We both know this. And I get off on you being forced to watch me. So tonight is going to represent new heights in our sexual adventure of denial and debauchery."
I was pissed off, and my cock was trying to get hard (the situation with her dominating me was really turning me on, I have to admit), but couldn't because I still was locked in that damn thing. I tried grabbing it, trying to pull it off.
It doesn't come off. I suppose I could get it off but it would require breaking the plastic, or smashing my balls through a tiny space between two rings just wide enough apart for my scrotal flesh to squeeze through. It would hurt like hell.
I had begun to protest some more when there was a knock on the door.
Liz got up to answer. I wondered who would be coming to our room at 2 AM in the morning. Liz opened the door and let in a tall, big, beefy black guy.
I stood naked in the middle of the room, exposed with my genitals trapped in a plastic cage as this very big, very black guy walked into the room and said, "Hey, Liz." He then kissed my wife in the lips with his arm around her waist.
"What... what is this Liz?"
Liz turned to me, arm around the black guy. "This is Lamar, Ethan. Lamar is a friend of mine, well, he was sort of introduced to me by Isabel. I'm going to fuck his brains out tonight while you watch."
Lamar smiled. I think I must have looked like I was about to cry, because Liz came over and made me sit down in a chair. I could not believe what was happening. My wife, my beautiful wife, was keeping me locked up and was going to force me to watch her fucking this big black guy
on our wedding night!
My heart was pounding, my hands shaking, though not with anger. It was more of a sort of excitement. My cock was getting hard in spite of the cock sheath constraining it. I hated this, and the fact it was the most humiliating thing that had ever been done to me also made it the most exciting thing.
They didn't wait to get down to it, either. Liz had her arms around Lamar and was kissing him as she stripped him. He didn't strip her though. He left her wedding dress on.
Lamar was very black, his skin like unsweetened chocolate. He was muscular too, much harder than I. When Liz pulled his pants down and released his cock, it sprang up like a giant crane. Both Liz and I gasped at the same moment. The thing was huge.
Lamar grabbed Liz and dragged her onto the bed. She spread her legs with her dress on and everything, but he moved to her face, offering his cock to her waiting mouth.
Liz took it in. A huge, pulsing dark member. She choked on it, but kept on. Lamar went slow at first, but quickly became impatient. I watched as he shoved his cock further, deeper into her, forcing her to deep throat deeper than she has ever taken me. Deeper than she could ever take me, because his cock must have been a good three inches longer.
Liz choked, gagged, gasped for breath, but kept on like a champ. I sat and watched, my hand fondling my balls (I couldn't touch my cock, of course), and watching my wife take the huge cock into her mouth.
Lamar made grunting moans as the head of his cock reached the back of Liz's throat and she gagged and choked.
Finally Lamar had had enough of face fucking my wife and grabbed her, flipped her over on the edge of the bed and pulled her ass up into the air. He tried getting her white lace panties shoved over to the side, and pushed his cock against her pussy.
I don't know if it was just chance, or if Liz or Lamar did it intentionally but I was positioned perfectly to see his cock pressing against her pussy lips. Liz braced herself against the force of Lamar's consistent, demanding pressure. Her vagina slowly stretched wider and wider until his head slipped between her outer lips.
She screamed out at that point, it was unclear whether it was pain or pleasure. Probably both. But once his head was inside her, he spit on his shaft, gave one more hard push and he was in. His shaft slid in deep, she gasped, and then he began his thrusts.
"Get over here and watch yo' wife's face, boy," Lamar said to me. Liz was too preoccupied to say anything, apparently getting impaled by Lamar's huge member took all of her concentration. She was grunting, crying, making faces. I wondered if she was regretting having asked this man over, because he was huge and not easy on her at all. Her mouth was wide open, gasping and crying out, almost screaming while he rammed into her from behind.
Finally his thrusts forced her forward, off her hands and knees so that she lay on her stomach on the bed. I honestly think she was in pain at this point. Her face looked like it was, and the sound of her cries seemed rather distressed. But she made no move to stop Lamar.
Lamar continued his thrusts. Apparently this guy could go forever. I know Liz has a tight, sweet pussy, and I would have cum by then if I had been the lucky one. As it was, I had to watch Lamar take my wife.
Liz's wedding dress was getting crushed and smashed and pushed up in a bunch, which probably didn't matter because it wasn't going to be used again.
Liz herself was getting crushed and pushed up and smashed as Lamar's hips drove and pressed against her ass. She was taking a real pounding.
I simply watched in amazement As Lamar gave a few more huge thrusts, moaning and grunting and finally I could see his ass muscles contract as he dumped a full load of semen inside my wife.
He slid off my wife at that point, looked at me and grinned. I flushed bright read, embarrassed, humiliated that I had let this man fuck my wife on my wedding night. I simply sat there, idly fondling my balls because I couldn't even touch my cock.
Lamar wasn't done yet though. Liz lay on the bed panting, and finally rolled over and swore. "Damn, Lamar, your cock is huge. That hurt like shit."
"Was it too much for you, babe?" he answered, grinning as he stroked his half-erect cock, still shiny with her pussy juices and his cum.
"No, I want more. That was like... a good kind of hurt." She reached out and grabbed him, kissed him hard, their tongues playing with each other. He fell back on the bed and she climbed on top.
They were facing away from me, so I could see every movement as his hardening cock rose to meet her pussy where she lay on top of him. She reached back, grabbed it, and moved it to her slit, and then rocked her hips back so it slid inside her. She was soaking wet by this time, so even his huge cock slipped in really easy.
She rode him. Liz fucked Lamar a second time while I watched. I wanted to leave (though she would not have let me) but there was no place to go, really. Just the hotel room. So I sat and watched that big black mother get fucked by my wife once again.
You know, my main regret about last night is that she kept me in chastity. Having her fuck a hot black stud in front of me was... humiliating, but really arousing. But I couldn't do anything about it. I wish I could have at least masturbated while I was watching them mating.
Lamar left after that, and Liz kissed him a really nice goodbye, telling him how much she liked him and asking that he come back sometime.
One thing I thought was weird about the ceremony. The priest got the vows backward, and mine had the "love, honor and obey" part. I said it, the "obey" part, because I didn't want to look stupid during the ceremony. But... I wonder if Liz somehow arranged for that.
Today we caught a flight to Hawaii. We are about to land, and Liz has promised she will unlock me when we get to the hotel, and we can have a proper honeymoon fuck.
