I twisted and squirmed in discomfort, never having felt anything like that there before. “Please be gentle, I whimpered.” She jammed her finger in all the way, then another. Tears ran down my face.
With Honey’s coaxing, and Eve’s skill, they worked that black dildo into me. Honey kept kissing my face and stroking my hair. As Eve started pounding me from behind, Honey positioned herself so I was able to lick and suck her own recently pounded pussy. I was overcome with excitement, and ejaculated on the pillows and bed.
Eve discovered first what I had done. “Look at this, Angel you wet the bed. Now you won’t be able to satisfy me.”
I apologized profusely, and offered to eat her, but Eve said she needed a big cock and she needed it now. She handed me the phone and told me to call Paul (who was still downstairs at the reception) on his cell phone and tell him that I needed him to come upstairs to our bridal suite to help me out.
I called Paul.
During this time, Eve told Honey to go back to her room. She went to the bathroom, and I watched as she put away her dildo, took off the black corset and black garter and stockings. I watched Eve as she washed up, applied make up and perfume, fluffed her hair, and put on a diaphanous, white bridal negligee that did nothing to hide her nakedness underneath.
Soon Paul was knocking on the door. Eve opened it. “Oh, Paul, I’m so glad to see you. Look what happened.”
She took Paul by the hand, and led him into the bedroom, where I was curled in a fetal position, trying to recover from the pounding I had taken. She pointed out the puddle of semen on the bed. “My new little hubby is so inexperienced that he got all excited just by getting near to me, and his little pecker came way too soon, leaving me all horny and unsatisfied. I need a real man with a big solid cock who knows how to use it,” she said, running her hand inside Paul’s shirt and brushing his chest.
“Angel, get back in your chair and watch how a real man does it,” she said in a husky voice.
She then undressed Paul, kissing and stroking him, especially fondling his hairy chest. She rubbed her face on his chest, and then moved downward, kissing all the way. Soon she was on her knees in front of him, completely submissive to his cock, which was pumping in and out of her mouth.
Eve guided Paul to the bed, and soon had him on top of her with her legs wrapped around his waist, and with him fucking her long and hard. Eve groaned and moaned like Honey had done under her a couple of hours earlier. Eve was completely lost in Paul’s strength and power.
When Paul was finished. Eve told him to go into the adjoining room, because Honey wanted to see him. After he got up and left, she crooked her finger, and motioned me to join her on the bed. I moved hesitantly to the foot of the bed, eye level with her feet, crossed at the ankle, legs together.
Eve said, “My little Angel, will you forgive me for being such a bad girl? I can’t help myself when I see a big man like Paul. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?”
I stayed kneeling at the foot of the bed, I was mesmerized by the sight of her legs, knowing Paul had just been where I had been dreaming of being for ages. “What can I do to show you how much I love you and how special you are to me?” she said, and with that she uncrossed her feet, exposed her wet crotch for a split second, and crossed her legs at the thighs.
I began crawling up unto the bed. But I still couldn’t find my voice. “Would you like to cuddle up between Mama’s slippery legs?
Would that make you feel better?” she cooed. I was overcome by her gentleness, her lovingness, and I wanted to show her that I did forgive her, and honor and cherish her as I had said in my wedding vows. So I snuggled up, burrowing my face into her warm, wet vortex, satisfying her with my tongue where my penis had failed, tasting my best friend’s cum inside my wife, and yes, finally, cumming myself, once again, on the sheets.
Afterwards, as I rested my head on Eve’s chest and she cuddled me close, she told me again what a good husband I was and how she admired what a devout Christian I was and what a wonderful marriage we were going to have with me as her humble, forgiving servant. She told me that if I could continue to pray for her salvation, and if I could continue to forgive her her uncontrollable urge to sin, that we would have many years of happiness together.
I write this on our honeymoon. Eve invited along Paul and Honey, and we are all getting along well. It is not what I expected, and I still haven’t actually been the man yet in having sex with my wife. But I love and trust Eve, and know she is more experienced than me and knows what’s best.
As we enter into our marriage, I recognize how wicked it must look. But I am still committed to “turning the other cheek” in a spirit of Christian humility, and to praying and working to save Eve’s eternal soul. I only pray that I don’t lose my own in the process.
Proudly signed,
Willing Wimp