She looks at her partner, trembling with anticipation and pure, raw devotion. Her voice is low and nervous, but perfectly clear:

“Today, in front of everyone we know, I give myself to you completely. Not just as your wife, but as your property, your plaything, and your pleasure. I vow to obey you, to serve your every desire, and to open myself. Body and soul. Whenever and wherever you crave me.

I promise to be your personal slut, your toy, your set of holes, and your public display. I’ll kneel at your feet, beg for your touch, and surrender every inch of myself because I want to exist for your pleasure. I want everyone here to know that I’m yours to use, to command, to take, and to break if you wish.

I promise to crave your hands on my body, to ache for your mouth, to shudder at your voice ordering me to undress, to bend over, to spread my legs whenever you want. I want to be the girl who blushes in the morning because you left your marks all over my skin the night before.

I swear to be shameless for you, to beg you to fuck me, to let you take me as rough or as gentle as you desire. I want to be your dirty secret and your proud conquest, the one you brag about, the one you show off, the one you own so deeply that everyone here can see it in my eyes.

I am your little slut, your submissive girl, your loving wife. Your forever. Use me, love me, claim me, ruin me. I will never say no to you. I will always say yes, please, more, and thank you. And I vow that every day, in every filthy, beautiful way, I will make sure you know just how completely you own me.”

The silence that followed was nearly suffocating, every guest holding their breath as the bride’s words lingered in the air. For a moment, no one seemed to know how to react, least of all their parents.

Her mother sat rigid in the front row, fingers twisted so tightly around her purse, looking like she might tear it in half. Her face was frozen somewhere between disbelief and horror, mouth parted, the color draining from her cheeks. She glances at her husband, as if silently begging him to do something, anything, to stop what was unfolding before their eyes. But he just stared straight ahead, jaw clenched, face set like stone, every muscle in his body tense and unmoving. The kind of stillness that comes from total shock, or the desperate attempt to maintain composure when everything was coming undone.

Nearby, the groom’s mother was less composed. A sharp gasp escaped her, and she pressed her hand to her heart as if she might faint, eyes darting wildly between the bride and her son. Her lips trembled, and for a moment she looked on the verge of tears, not from joy, but from the kind of mortification only a mother can know. The groom’s father, meanwhile, let out a strangled noise somewhere between a cough and a laugh, then quickly turned away, ears burning crimson as he avoided meeting anyone’s gaze.

Siblings shuffled awkwardly in their seats. The bride’s younger brother couldn’t hide his shock, mouth hanging open, eyes comically wide as he stared at his sister. The groom’s sister, cheeks flushed, tried to suppress a giggle, but it escaped, a nervous, helpless sound that only made the tension thicker.

The entire family row sat paralyzed, caught between horror and disbelief, unable to look away but desperately wishing they could. A thick, awkward silence settled over them, broken only by the faint rustle of someone’s dress and the sound of someone else shifting uncomfortably in their chair.

For the parents, the moment was seared into memory. Unthinkable, unforgettable, and impossible to ever live down. But it wasn’t over yet.

The groom’s eyes looked over her dangerously, then locked onto hers with intensity and hunger. His smirk widened, sensing every shocked whisper, every squirming glance from their stunned families. He leaned closer, voice calm but dripping with challenge.

“You sure about that, sweetheart?” he mumbled, loud enough for the silence to carry his words clearly to the front rows. “Those are bold promises to make. Maybe you’d like to prove just how serious you are. Right here. Right now.”

Another ripple of gasps cut sharply through the crowd. Her mother’s face went white, her hand flying to her mouth in disbelief. The bride’s father finally breaks his stony composure, almost rising from his chair, mouth opening as though to protest, but no words come out. The groom’s mother turns beet red, clutching at her husband’s arm as if trying to wake them both up.

Yet the bride didn’t falter. Her pulse raced visibly through her throat, but there was a defiant glint in her eyes, excitement mingled with shameless devotion. She lifted her chin slightly, meeting her groom’s dare head-on.

“Right here. Right now,” she breathed, voice sultry and unwavering. “In front of everyone.”

The groom’s grin turns wicked, his fingertips tracing the edge of her jaw possessively.

“Then kneel,” he commands softly, dangerously. “Show me, show everyone how much you mean it.”

Slowly, she sank to her knees, never taking her eyes off him. She could hear her parents and his gasp audibly, her mother letting out a quiet sob, his mother a muffled squeak of horror. There were whispers and stifled giggles and soft exclamations all around them, but the bride was utterly unfazed. Her face was alight with desire, her heart racing, her lips curved in a smile that could break a thousand hearts, and her eyes never left the groom.

He watches her, transfixed. When he spoke again, his voice was low, but perfectly clear.

“Take out my cock, sweetheart,” he says calmly, not taking his eyes off her. “Let them see.”

There’s a sharp intake of breath over the crowd, but the bride didn’t hesitate. Deliberately, slowly, her slender hands reached forward and pulled at his zipper. There was a hush from the audience, a few shocked gasps, a few choked giggles, but no one looked away. She parted his fly, tugged down the front of his boxers, and pulled out his thickening cock.

There was a collective gasp, and then a flurry of movement and noise. People shifted and whispered and fidgeted, the crowd coming alive with shock and scandal and confusion. The groom’s mother made a choked sound, her hands flying to her face as she stared, paralyzed. His father, his face burning, grabbed her shoulder firmly, but couldn’t seem to think of what to say. The bride’s mother, face twisted with revulsion, let out a muffled sob and turned away, burying her face in her husband’s shoulder.

But the bride and her groom were oblivious. They didn’t even notice, eyes locked together as she began stroking him to hardness, her small hands moving purposefully up and down his length.

Once he was fully erect, she leaned forward and took the tip of his cock in her mouth, closing her eyes and moaning softly as she slid her lips further down his shaft. Her hands wrapped around his length, one moving slowly up and down while the other cupped and caressed his balls, stroking him gently.

The groom laughs softly, running his fingers through her hair as he watches her suck him.

“I didn’t think you’d actually do it,” he whispered, smirking. “And right in front of your poor, horrified mother...”

She released his cock long enough to shoot him a sultry look, her voice husky with need.

“I told you I would,” she reminded him, stroking his length. “I said I’d give myself to you completely, didn’t I? That I’d open myself to whenever and wherever you want?”

“So you did,” he chuckled, grinning as she returned her attention to his cock. She licked and sucked him enthusiastically, making tiny, hungry noises that sent shivers up his spine. “You really want me to cum in front of all these people, sweetheart?” he asked, gripping her hair a little tighter. “Do you want them to watch you swallow it?”

She moaned softly, pulling back long enough to reply.

“I want everyone to see what a good little wife I am for you,” she breathed, and he laughed wickedly, tightening his hold on her hair.

“That’s my girl,” he said, his voice rich with pride and approval.

And then he pushed her mouth back down on his cock, holding her firmly as he thrust into her throat. She choked a little, but relaxed, letting him use her mouth, her hands reaching behind him to squeeze his ass. He groaned softly, fucking her face faster, and her soft little whimpers are almost obscured by the sound of his thighs slapping against her.

She kept her eyes open, staring up at him adoringly as he used her. Her cheeks were flushed pink, her eyes watered, but she didn’t try to resist or pull away. If anything, her eagerness grew. She gripped his ass tighter, her fingers digging into his flesh as she sucked him deeper and harder, letting him drive into her throat without resistance.

It didn’t take long. Within minutes, the groom was gritting his teeth, his face twisted as he struggled to hold back. But his bride wouldn’t let him. She reached under him and stroked his balls, her touch gentle and insistent, urging him on. He groaned, his grip tightening, his thrusts growing frantic and erratic.

With a final groan, he threw his head back, his cock pulsing as he cums down her throat. His body shuddered and twitched, his legs trembling as he held himself inside her mouth, forcing her to swallow every drop.

When he finally released her, she stayed on her knees, gasping for breath, her makeup smeared and her lipstick smudged. She was a mess, and she’d never looked more beautiful.