I rest in the armchair of your hotel suite as I await you and your wife. Straight out of the wedding four hours ago, and the reception that finished one hour ago, both of you have embarked on your honeymoon, and this is to be the first time you sleep together as man and wife – at least, that’s what she thinks. I hear the click of the door opening, and I see you leading your wife into the room, eyes blindfolded. “Don’t worry, hon, you’ll see your surprise soon enough.”, you say as your wife smiles nervously in anticipation. “I love you for that, baby, but why did you want me to change into my bridal lingerie so early? I’d have done it here for you, and I know you’d have loved the show.”, she pouts jokingly. You smile at me knowingly and lead her to your marital bed. “I appreciate that sweetie, but tonight’s show isn’t going to be for me.”, you chuckle as you slip off her blindfold. She opens her eyes and immediately sees me reclining in the armchair like some errant prince, and gasps. “Oh my God, who are you?! What are you doing in this room? Security!”, she says angrily as she moves to pick up the concierge line. You grab her wrist and gently put the phone back down. “Baby, this is actually your surprise. You swore to love and obey me as my wife, and now I want to see you prove it. You’re going to get fucked by this man in our marital bed.”, you breathe as you lock eyes with me. I smile slightly and look your wife up and down in all her wedding regalia. Hair perfectly mussed into a helmet of dark brown curls, sheer lace bodice drawing attention to the lines of her amply proportioned body, all the way down to the curve of her ass that’s clear as day despite the poof of the skirt. She notices me appraising her like a piece of meat and recoils. “Honey, I have no idea what to say. How could you think this is what I would have wanted? Do you honestly believe I’d willingly cheat on you in our own marital bed just hours after our wedding?”, she asks in disbelief. “I didn’t think you’d want it, but I knew you’d want to please me, as is your obligation as my wife. Remember your vows, sweetie. You’re going to be preserving them by breaking them in front of me, for my pleasure.”, you say calmly. She’s about to tell you off in ten different languages before she takes stock of me for real. I see the way her eyes trace my razor-edge jawline, powerful barrel chest, broad back, and wide hips through my bespoke suit. Her voice trails off as she sees the outline of my cock through my pants, and it obviously makes her reevaluate her circumstances. She looks into your eyes apprehensively as she swallows to wet her drying throat. “Baby, why do you want me to do this? Is this some kind of test? This was supposed to be our night.”, she says softly. “It IS going to be our night, babe. We’ll experience pleasure we didn’t think existed, if only you’ll let go of your inhibitions.”, you say gently. I watch the exchange without a word. “Just trust me, my love.”, you say to her with an air of reassurance. Her shoulders sag in acceptance, and her apprehension melts into something softer. Having seen enough, I rise to my feet and straighten to my full height, towering over her impassively. She looks me up and down, rethinking her estimation of my size. I look at you, and you take my cue to take your seat. I languidly circle her, like a predator appraising its prey, and she tenses slightly. I stand behind her, look into your eyes, and speak for the first time, softly into your beloved wife’s ear: “Strip.”
She looks you in the eye, and almost in a trance, her hands tremble their way up to the straps of her wedding dress. She slips them off her shoulders with languor, and peels the bodice down her body, never taking her eyes off yours as she does so. As she bends to pool the dress at her feet, her ass brushes up against my stiffening cock, and I take the time to appreciate the Provocateur underwear that so tastefully accentuates her curves. Her body is a work of art, and I’m about to paint it with my own brush. She steps out of her pooled dress, and makes the decision to leave her high heels on, which serves to bring attention to her toned legs. She moves to unclasp her bra, and I stop her. “I think I’ll do the rest myself,”, I murmur softly against her ear. She shivers as my hot, sweet breath tickles against the sensitive spot behind her ear. I bring my pianist’s hands up to the straps of her bra, and pull them slowly down against her smooth shoulders. I bring one hand around her body and place it on her clothed left breast, and her breath hitches while I unclasp her bra with the other hand. The bra stays in place, held on her body by naught but my palm. I can already feel her nipple stiffening from the anticipation. I smirk at you and bring my hand away, letting the bra fall to the floor and exposing your wife in all her glory. She looks like the vision Botticelli must have had before he painted The Birth of Venus. You drink her in hungrily as I place my hands at the waistband of her lace panties and peel them down her perfect legs. I kiss the plump skin underneath her cheeks on the way down, leaving the garters and fishnet stockings on for aesthetic effect. I look up and see the telltale juices at the lips of her womanhood, the sole indication of her arousal. She still hasn’t taken her eyes off you, her face a blank mask of measured intensity. You watch as I pull myself back up and run my hands up her torso, devouring her body with their groping hunger. They finally land on her sizable breasts, and she hisses as my practiced fingers brush lightly against her nipples, her mask of blankness riven by darkened eyes of lust and belabored breath. I gently tweak around her nipples as I feel them stiffen, gradually growing rougher until I’m pulling them forward and rolling them between my thumbs and forefinger as I bring my lips to the nape of her neck. She sighs in restrained pleasure and breaks her gaze at you for the first time, closing her eyes and reveling in the touch of another man for the first time in a long time. I lock eyes with you and grin devilishly as I slide one hand down her toned stomach down to her glistening lips, gently spreading them apart and feeling their smooth velvety texture. Her body tenses, and her expression becomes meek all of a sudden. Is this how her submissive switch gets turned on? I push deeper between the beginning of her lips until I feel the part of her clitoris hidden by the clitoral hood, and start massaging it lazily. She mewls softly, not making any move to stop me. I see the sweat starting to glisten around her neck and feel it above her pussy, and so do you. You watch as the woman you married, the love of your life, melts like springtime snow against the touch of another man. Your own cock is clearly visible in your pants, but you make no move to relieve yourself – your attention is wholly occupied with your beloved wife and the man peeling away the layers of her inhibition. I turn, suddenly impatient, and push her down past me onto the bed. The quick movement after a prolonged period of languor shocks her out of her reverie, and she looks into my eyes clearly for the first time tonight. She’s caught off guard by the primal hunger she sees lurking in their gunmetal gray depths, and the pool of heat in her cunt grows. I push my index finger into her cunt as she looks into my eyes, and she gasps as I immediately find the rough folds of her G spot. How does this man I’ve never met before in my life have me at his mercy so easily? She wonders. Eyes still locked on hers, I rub her G spot with practiced efficiency and clairvoyant purpose as she lets loose a long moan and finishes on my finger faster than she ever has in her life. I pull my finger out of her tight womanhood and proceed to lick her love juices off it, never taking my eyes off her in the process. You watch the intimacy of the moment with bated breath just a few feet away. I smile down at her knowingly and she blushes crimson, suddenly flashing back to past days of wilder passions before she settled down. I look back at you watching, smirk, and turn around to place my whiskered mouth over her cunt. She gasps at the sudden heat and instinctively parts her legs – for me to attend to my task and for you to get a clearer glimpse. I flatten my tongue and broadly stroke her outer lips with it, tasting her love juices again as I make her nice and wet for me. She whines with anticipation as my lips form a vortex over her clitoral hood and proceed to suck her clit out. She whimpers at the sudden intensification of pleasure and arches back into the bed as I gently massage the head of her clit with the tip of my tongue through my vortexed mouth. I feel her inner thighs quake around my head while you watch her legs shiver as her climax crashes over her like a tsunami over an ancient fjord. She wails in pleasure as I ride out her orgasm with my tongue, overstimulating her well-swelled clit and drenching my face in love juices in the process. I look back at you and smirk darkly, my intentions plainly etched upon my face. I’m going to claim your wife of less than a day in front of you on your marital bed, and you’re going to watch me – encourage me, in fact – to do it. I stride around to the other side of the bed and pick up your wife like a sack of potatoes, dumping her unceremoniously on her hands and knees in front of you. She catches your eye for the second time that night, and your arousal spikes as you see her struck with shame at the fact that another man forced her to cum all over him in front of her newlywed husband. You smile at her in reassurance and nod down to your cock, already leaking precum. She looks back into your eyes and smiles in trepidation, reassured for the moment. Then she feels my hand pulling her ass up, my other hand pushing her head down, and she forgets about you entirely as she awaits my thick member, knowing what’s coming next. I beam in satisfaction at her meek acquiescence of the fact that her body is at my disposal for the night, and pull my cock out of my pants. You see it for the first time as it stands at attention, and a twinge of doubt seeds itself into your mind for the first time tonight. Is this really a good idea? You muse. Your wife catches the dip in confidence in your eye and wonders what just happened. Then I enter her in one powerful thrust, and every thought of you vanishes. Her mouth hangs slack-jawed in a rictus of bliss as my cock fills every part of her womb, all at once. Its veins rub pleasingly against her G spot, and the head kisses her cervix as the underside pushes up against her A spot. She looks right through you like you aren’t even there as I pull myself backwards and ram back into her tight cunt. A strangled wheeze escapes her lips as I stretch out your wife’s married cunt, farther than it’s been stretched in years, and she starts unconsciously throwing her ass back onto me, desperate to accommodate my girth. Her eyes glaze over even as they lock onto yours, and her hand moves to twist her nipple as if in a trance. Her mouth finds the clenched sheets in her hand and bite them. I fuck into her G spot with all the grace of a raging bull as she wails and whimpers against my cock, and you watch her get absolutely railed. She doesn’t even remember that I’m not wearing a condom, because her mind is lost in the different dimensions of pleasure she’s feeling right now. I feel her pussy clenching around my member, milking it like a sentient organism, and I look at you with malice in my eyes. “You’re going to watch me finish deep inside your wife.” I growl as I keep pistoning in and out of her pussy. You look at me and swallow, then nod. I grab your wife’s waist and fuck deeper and deeper into her womb, slapping her ass with my palm in between thrusts. She grunts and groans as she falls deeper and deeper into her depravity, until finally I pierce her cervix in one final, powerful thrust and spill my seed deep inside her. The explosion of warmth in her womb, combined by the constant stimulation of her G spot, A spot, and cervix, push your wife over the edge. Her body seizes up, her eyes roll back into their head, and she screams to ride out the strongest orgasm she’s ever had – just hours after her wedding with a stranger in her marital bed as her husband watches and her body clenches around my cock against her will. She finally slumps down into the bed, her teeth having left marks upon her skin when she bit her hand in climax, and she passes out, her face a mask of euphoria. I pull out of her slowly, and proceed to clean off my cock with her panties. I button myself back up again, locking eyes with you one last time, and note your shell-shocked expression. I adjust my suit, turn on my heel and walk to the door. I hear a rustle behind me, and look back at you positioning your own cock at your wife’s pussy lips, distended and shining with my semen as they are. I turn back around and open the door as I hear the squelch of you beginning your sloppy seconds and reclaiming your wife, and step outside with a smile of satisfaction for a job well done.
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