Sarah and I had been dating for several years when we decided to marry. I had also been sharing her with other men for at least a year at this time. Sarah is in her mid-20’s, 5’6’’ about 130lbs with a thin waist and 34C breasts, mixed (half black) and sexy as hell. She has not only become adjusted to me sharing her but has grown to love it and the excitement it brings the both of us. We were at the point of pushing the boundaries of what we were doing. There wasn’t much that I could ask her to do that she would say no to.

It was the morning of our wedding, and we were separated in dressing rooms at the opposite end of a small building. The only thing separating our dressing rooms was a twenty by twenty entryway. We had both been in our rooms for about an hour and I was already dressed. Mike and Jon were in the room with me watching the football game while waiting for our time to walk down to the chapel. There was another hour before the ceremony was to start, and we were all anxious. Sarah and I had talked about if we wanted to do any wife sharing during our honeymoon, and we had decided that we would play it by ear. While sitting there watching the clock tick by I was endowed with a devious plan. I took one of the pieces of paper nearby and wrote a note to my soon to be bride. I called Jon over and showed him the note, but he was very hesitant.

“Dude are you sure about this?”

I assured him that it would be ok.

This portion is from my wife’s perspective since I was not in the room during this event. There was a knock on the door as I finished putting on my dress. One of my bridesmaids gingerly slid the door open to see Jon standing there with a note in hand. He insinuated the note was just for me. Upon reading the note, my heart fluttered with the increased blood flow warming my entire body. I told my bridesmaids and the woman about to do my makeup to give us the room. I almost giggled as they left and I looked at Jon’s embarrassed face.

“Well, are you willing to help Ray out on our special day?”

“I would love to if you two are sure about this.”

I turned to the counter and simultaneously pulled my wedding dress up past my waist. I had to bunch it to hold it high enough for him to not tear it. As I pushed my ass out and swayed from side to side, I could feel his calloused fingers slide along my ass. I heard his surprisingly loud zipper as he pulled his dick out and then felt him pull my lace panties to the side. The tingling pleasure and feeling of fullness coursed through my body as his mushroom head pushed past my labia lips. I moaned both from pleasure and to encourage Jon while pushing back to feel him as deep as I could. He grabbed both of my hips with his hands and began to fuck me. He was using my body purely for sex; sometimes a woman just wants to be used. She wants the man to not care about her pleasure. To be used almost as a sex toy strictly for her sexuality. This is what Jon was doing to my poor little pussy. He was fucking me like a cheap whore or a gloryhole. My soon to be husband was in the next room and his best friend had his dick inside of me. I felt as I always had like my husbands little slut that he was allowing his friends to use me for pleasure, but it was different this time. It felt more dirty because I was in my wedding dress and we were about to take our vows.

Jon was breathing heavy and becoming louder so I told him to quiet as my bridesmaids were just waiting in the foyer. I needed him to hurry up and finish but I didn’t want to discourage him.

“Use my pussy Jon! Please fill me up. I want your cum in me during our vows. Come on fuck my pussy good. Give it to me! Fuck me. Fuck me harder!”

I’ve always known how to make men come and this was no different. Some light encouragement and Jon was grunting, moaning, and shoved as far in my pussy as he could get. You can always feel when a man comes; sometimes you can literally feel his seed splashing against your insides. This time, I felt as his weight settled over my back because he was spent.

I pushed back against him and his dick slid out of me feeling the horrible void from his dick leaving. I put my panties back in place kissed him in the lips and told him to go back to Ray and let my girls in. I had to put the note in my purse because neither of us wanted the bridesmaids to read the note, “I want his cum in you as we take our vows.” As they wouldn’t understand.

I will now take over the story. I was excited yet nervous waiting for Jon to return. It hadn’t been long, but I felt it was long enough he had done the deed. He stepped in the room and I saw the sweat on his forehead. He just smiled at me and sat down. Mike turned around and asked what was up, so I told him we were going to walk to the chapel soon.

Sarah was beautiful when I first saw her. She has always been the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. The ceremony was amazing and perfect. We shared our vows and rings then were announced as Mr and Mrs to the audience. We walked to the back of the chapel and waited in a side room for our photographer and transportation to the reception hall. As we entered the room and had some privacy, Sarah leaned forward and whispered in my ear.

“Jon’s cum is still running out of my pussy. I could feel it running down my legs as we were doing our vows.”

I was instantly hard and couldn’t have been more turned on.

We, to include the wedding party, posed for photographs for another hour while all of the guests drove to the reception venue. We moved along the gardens doing whatever the photography instructed until I thought we would never finish. Finally, our limo pulled up and the photographer stated she was done with us for the time being. Sarah and I were walking to the limo when I called for Mike and Jon to come over. I asked them if they could ride with us.

This was the first time either of us had been in a limousine, and it was really cool. There was plenty of space and luxury all around. The driver gave us the rundown on the bar, all of the buttons, and even the remote for the privacy window and then began the almost hour drive to our reception location back in the city. There was one lone bench along the side of the car with a full bar on the other end. The neon lights on the ceiling and along the trimmings were a nice touch as well.

We all settled into the back and Mike started to pour everyone a drink. I leaned against the far corner of the limo and had Sarah sit with her back against my chest. She rested her head on my shoulder and began to whisper in my ear.

“Are you about to make me be a dirty slut again? Can I have them both?”

I kissed her along her neck and smiled. I began to pull her wedding dress up her legs and she got the hint, so she assisted in pulling the dress as much to her waist as possible. Jon had noticed immediately, but Mike was a little slower on the uptake. Once I had her panties showing, I started to run my fingers first along her pussy lips over the lace panties. I then moved them to the side and stuck a finger in her. She moaned as my finger entered her and she was rubbing my neck and head with one hand while smiling at Mike and Jon. She curled one finger in a ‘come hither’ movement towards mike.