Chapter 1: The Wedding

Gloria looked radiant in her virginal white wedding dress. It was her mother’s, altered only slightly to accommodate Gloria’s slightly more voluptuous ass. She waited in the church’s annex, holding her father’s arm.

She smiled because she could still taste Ben’s cum on her tongue. Her white control briefs held a period pad because Neil’s cum still drooled from her well-used pussy. She wanted to marry Barry with her tummy and cunt full of cum, so instead of driving around the block to be ‘fashionably late’, Gloria had arrived well before the ceremony was due to start. Then, hiding in the bride’s waiting room, she hissed at Neil and Ben when they arrived and encouraged them to join her.

Ben had laughed delightedly and quickly ducked through the door. Neil had been more reluctant, but then he was the best man, so Gloria had expected that. With eyes twinkling, Gloria had pointed at Neil’s groin and then her mouth before miming jacking a cock off into it. “Farrrk!” Neil groaned, recalling how good Gloria’s blowjobs were. Neil looked around and saw that Barry was distracted, talking to his father, so Neil followed Gloria into the room. Seconds later, he was on his knees, with Gloria’s knickers around her knees and her wedding dress over her back, fucking his best friend’s soon-to-be wife. Simultaneously, Gloria was sucking Ben off.

They didn’t have much time before Mark, Gloria’s dad, would come to fetch his daughter and guide her to the annex, ready to take the bridal walk down the red carpet to the altar. But Gloria could cum whenever she decided she wanted to. And the boys? Well, boys were boys. They didn’t take long to fill her mouth and cunt with their twin gifts. Gloria squealed around Ben’s magnificent 7+ inch cock as she climaxed. Her orgasm allowed the men to fill her mouth and pussy, which they did gleefully. Gloria had just enough time to make herself decent and fix her hair and face before Mark opened the door and stepped inside.

Mark maintained his happy demeanour despite knowing his daughter had fucked the two men with her. He wasn’t bothered because his wife, Gloria’s mother, Beverley, had done something similar on their wedding day. Mark escorted his daughter into the annex before holding his elbow out. Gloria happily smiled at her handsome father and linked her arm with his before whispering, “Are you wearing your sexy French knickers, Daddy?”

“Yes,” Mark replied without a skerrick of embarrassment. “I’m also wearing that pretty silk slip you and your mother bought for my birthday.”

“Good,” Gloria averred. “You know how hot that makes Mum.”

“Indeed, I do,” Mark replied, straightening as the bridal march started to play. “That’s why I’m wearing it, though weddings make your mother hot, too.” He guided his daughter down toward the altar, taking the traditional step, feet together, step gait.

“Perhaps Mum might entertain some men tonight for your viewing pleasure,” Gloria whispered, trying not to smile too widely. Her fiancé stood beside Neil in his three-piece suit, looking more handsome than she could believe. Her man. Her lover, a cock sucking, cross-dressing, voyeuristic cuckold, just like her daddy.

“One can hope, pumpkin,” Mark replied just as quietly. They reached the Pastor, and Mark handed his daughter off to her new husband. He suppressed a happy tear, fearing it wasn’t manly to cry at his daughter’s wedding and not wanting to embarrass her or her mother.

Barry watched Gloria’s approach proudly. She was beautiful and looked simply stunning in her corset-waisted wedding dress. The corset’s cups mounded his bride’s enormous breasts so severely it seemed she would burst from it at any moment. Gloria was way more woman than he could handle. Barry knew that and had smiled indulgently when he saw first Ben and then Neil duck into the waiting room. He knew Gloria would take at least those two again during the reception and probably others as well. He welcomed her to his side with a proud smile and turned to face the Pastor.

The wedding vows were exchanged in the traditional way without fanfare. Neil made the obligatory ‘Oh my God, I’ve lost the wedding ring’ charade, the Pastor made the standard closing speech, they kissed, and Barry and Gloria were married.

The attendees stood to congratulate the couple, and Barry couldn’t help but shake his head at the sudden trajectory his life had taken. His guests at his wedding included KC (King’s Counsel) Samuel Brooks, AFL star John Murray, and his radio host/television presenter wife, Courtney, plus several other sports and business luminaries. Barry had rocketed through the ranks at his job and now managed teams of almost a hundred pickers and packers across several warehouses in Brisbane’s south and east. Also, he had a share and stock portfolio already worth more than one hundred thousand dollars.

Plus, instead of the pudgy thirty-five-year-old body he had when he met Gloria, Barry was now leanly muscular and incredibly fit. He worked out with Ben regularly and with John Murray whenever the Murrays were in town.

The wedding party moved to the church’s steps, and Gloria turned her back to throw her bouquet. Emily and Sarah vied the hardest to catch it, hoping their men would ask them to marry them after they’d caught the bouquet. However, Ben was still blissfully unaware of Emily’s plans. Sarah won the ‘battle’, causing Leroy to theatrically moan, “I guess I’m fucked now!”

He planned on waiting until the excitement from this wedding died down before proposing to Sarah. Sarah spent more time at his place than at her home with Ben, anyway. Leroy wanted to marry the gorgeous blonde only hours after they’d met, and now that they’d dated for more than a year, he thought it was past time to make Sarah Mrs Leroy Loggins.

Ben watched Gloria and Barry get in the limo and Leroy and Sarah cuddling and talking somewhat sadly. Gloria would join Barry in his flat above Barry’s father’s garage. Sarah rarely returned to her room, and Ben knew she’d permanently join Leroy in his apartment as soon as Leroy proposed. Which meant he’d need to find two more housemates.

His financial situation had recovered significantly since his disastrous divorce from Melanie, but the repayments on a two-million-dollar house loan are not insubstantial. He needed the board money to help with those repayments. But how would he find two boarders as ready and willing to fit in with the house’s shenanigans as Sarah and Gloria were? He feared boarding a prude, male or female, more than anything else. But, of course, you could not ask a potential boarder about the sexual peccadillos, so how to tell if they’d fit in?