We often met a hotel in the city. I was married, but he wasn't. He didn't mind sleeping with a married man, and we kept it very discreet. He was tall, early 40s, goatee, broad shoulders, salt n' pepper hair. He was in good shape and was always in a suit when we met. He filled it out nicely, too. He was the top and had a lot of stamina. I had to get my body in shape for him: workouts, diet, shaving. He wanted a smooth, trim bottom with short hair, clean cut. I also did a lot of squats and glute exercises to keep my bottom in shape for him.
After our first time together, he started having me wear outfits for him. He asked me to wear a Speedo, then leather shorts, and then a full fishnet body outfit. They really turned him on and I didn't mind. My policy in return was no hickies or markings and nothing I had to take home with me as far as outfits or gifts (or diseases). He was always fine with it and we played safe.
He planned a full weekend with me in the city: Thursday to Monday. He wanted to take me shopping, buy me drinks, and play with me. We met that Thursday at dinner and he pushed a small box to me across the table. Inside was a ring. I took off my ring whenever we met, so it startled me at first. It was a thin band with a diamond. I was shocked at first. I told him I was married, but he insisted that it was just for this weekend. He wanted to consummate our relationship for the entire weekend and that he had reserved the honeymoon suite at our usual hotel. He also said he had a surprise for me. I blushed when the waiter saw the ring and smiled at both of us. I felt like a partner in a gay relationship, and I liked it. It was fun.
We ate lightly and had a drink and then walked back to the hotel. We kissed in the elevator and then went to the room. It was a huge room with a balcony view and large sunken living room. The room was beautiful. There was champagne on the table and a box on the sofa. He asked me to open it and if I would put them on. Inside was a white veil headband, white silk arm-length gloves, white silk panties, a white bustier, a garter belt and white stockings. There was also some makeup in the box: eyeliner, blush, and lipstick. I felt dizzy and nervous just looking at them. I had mentioned once that an old girlfriend had taught me to put on makeup out of fun, he must have remembered. I looked at him and he smiled. I told him yes, but to give me a moment.
I went to the bathroom to dress up and put on makeup. I cleaned up down there, put on the outfit, and started putting on the makeup. The panties felt smooth and silky, the stockings were light and silky. I had shaved my upper legs and pits for him already, so I finished off my legs, just to be totally smooth. I looked in the mirror. I barely recognized myself. Was this what I wanted? Was I going to surrender to him wearing this outfit? What else would he have planned for our long weekend?
I walked out of the bathroom and the lights were dimmed a bit. He was standing there in a tuxedo shirt and white boxer briefs, his tan legs and chest exposed. Then I saw a man standing next to him and jumped. He was a tall man wearing a suit and minister collar. I jumped back into the bathroom, surprised and nervous. I heard my man outside the door, telling me he was just here to officiate our vows. This was beginning to feel more like a real wedding/marriage to me. My man assured me that we wouldn't sign any paperwork and that it was just for show. Somehow, he actually talked me out of the bathroom and back to the living room. The "minister" introduced himself to me and shook my hand, handing me a glass of champagne. The minister asked us how we met (online) and how often we got together. He also told me I looked beautiful. I nodded with a meek thank you. I quickly drank another glass of champagne. Five glasses later, I started to relax and talk a bit.
Then the minister asked me if I was ready and handed me a large wedding band and a bouquet of flowers.
We stood together and he performed an actual ceremony. He looked in my eyes and slid the ring on me with an "I do." i did the same, with a small burst of excitement growing in me, trying to keep my erection down. He declared us husbands together and asked us to kiss. My man pulled me to him and kissed me hard, pushing his tongue into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him back. We laughed, oddly, and then turned to our minister. He thanked us for letting him be a part of this moment.
and then the minister surprised me. He came up behind me and kissed my neck, wrapping his arms around me. I was nervous, but my man looked at me and nodded, saying it was OK. The minister was kissing my neck and groping my chest. My man came up to me and kissed me hard. I realized I was in the middle of a threesome with a groom and minister. The champagne was going to my head and I was dizzy with confusion, lust, and nerves. I kissed my man back and looked at him helplessly. Just do this one thing, he asked me, nodding to the couch. The minister sat down on the sofa and undid his pants. I kneeled in front of him and he smiled at me. I knew what he wanted. I leaned over and took him in my mouth, softly sucking him. I kept my mind on his cock and sucked, before feeling my man's hands behind me, rubbing my ass in my panties. he knew how to get me hot. I could feel him rubbing me, fingering me with lube. The minister's hands rubbed my head as he moaned. I
began to get white hot as my man slowly pulled down my panties. I could feel his cock rubbing my ass crack before slowly pushing into me. Within moments, I was sucking a man and having another man fuck me from behind, all while dressed like a bride on her wedding night. I was a slutty bride, and I felt ashamed, confused, and actually lusftul and hot at the same time.
Soon, the minister began to thrust and squirm before finally holding my head still while he pushed up into my mouth. I opened up for him while my man started getting into a steady rhythm. The minister began to moan, Oh God, Oh God, he screamed, which was kind of funny, given he was dressed as a minister. Soon he stopped pushing and let me suck up and down as he came, my mouth filling up with him. My man began pumping harder, holding my hips. Soon, he was pushing harder, screaming my name, telling me he loved me(!). I closed my eyes, the minister's soft cock still in my hands. My man came hard in me, I could feel his cock pumping in me as he stopped pushing with his hips. He rubbed my ass cheeks and moaned before stopping. He finished and pulled out, pulling up my panties. The minister stood up and walked past me, I stayed on the ground. My man stood up and thanked him, telling him he would call soon. He closed the hotel door and came back to me,
hugging me from behind. I was still on the ground and somewhat in shock at what I just did. I could taste the minister in my mouth still. It wasn't unpleasant, but not what I was ready for. My man knew I was upset and explained to me that he thought I would like that and find it sexy and kinky. We had talked about some fun things to do together when we first met (toys, poppers, dress up), but this was beyond that. He turned me to him and looked at me. I started to cry a bit, I had no idea why. I felt vulnerable and scared. He hugged me again and apologized, saying he would never do that again.
My man, who was larger and stronger than me, then picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. He laid me down and sat next to me, then kissed me. He apologized over and over and asked if I would stay the weekend with him. He promised to treat me with more respect. I looked down at my outfit and up at him again. I felt special, sex. I said I would stay the weekend and he kissed me hard. We kissed and he laid on top of me, my legs spread. We kissed and he slowly peeled off my outfit: the veil and gloves first. Then he pulled off the bustier and began kissing my chest with me on top of him, his hands rubbing my ass as he licked my nipples. Soon, he was peeling off my stockings, leaving my panties and garter belt.
We kissed and played more, I rubbed his back, peeling off his shirt, rubbing his ass in his underwear, stroking his cock. Soon, we were hot again, kissing and rubbing. I began rubbing his cock and asked if he would fuck me more romantically than earlier. Soon, his hands were lubing me again as he pulled off my panties. I was on my back in my garter belt, my man pushing into me, kissing me. We stared at each other, keeping our eyes open while we made love. Fucking, pushing, moaning, opening me for him. I was sore and tired, but I still wanted him in me. I stroked my cock and stared at him, edging myself. He was so handsome as he fucked me, as he began to close his eyes and fell it. We began to lose control together and I came just ahead of him. He arched his back and came hard inside me again. We had always played safe and now he had come in me twice in one long, strange night.