The Wedding Night I Spent with Everyone Except Him

My name is Marina and I’m going to tell you something I’ve confessed to no one. I got married on October 11th at a country estate outside Murcia, under clear skies and with two hundred guests smiling. Adrián, my husband, is a good man. He loves me, earns well, and has never once raised his voice at me. But we had been together six years and, if I’m honest, it had been a long time since I came with him. I tried. I would close my eyes while he slid into me slowly, with that usual tenderness of his, and think of other cocks, other hands, other mouths biting my tits. He would finish on top of me, sweaty and happy, convinced he had made me come. I would smile, stroke his hair, and run to the bathroom to finish alone with two fingers buried all the way in.

For months I organized every detail of that wedding. The catering, the flowers, the playlist. And while I did, somewhere in my head I was also organizing something else that didn’t appear in any plan Adrián could see.

The night before the ceremony I locked myself alone in the hotel suite. I didn’t go down to the welcome dinner. I said I had a migraine, that I needed to rest, that I wanted to be perfect for the next day. What I really did was stretch out on that enormous bed, spread my legs in front of the ceiling mirror, and slip two fingers into my cunt while I pinched one nipple with my other hand. I stayed like that for almost an hour. I slid in three fingers, pulled them out shining wet, and sucked them while imagining it was another man’s cum. I pictured a thick cock driving into me all the way to my womb, another in my mouth, hands squeezing my throat. I came three times in a row, with my face buried in the pillow so the people in the hallway wouldn’t hear me. When I was done, I put my white lace underwear away in the drawer, soaked, dripping, like someone leaving a clue only she would understand.

The next day I got dressed as a bride wearing that same lingerie. No bra under the fitted corset, the fabric brushing my stiff nipples with every breath, the lace panties already wet before I went down to the altar. I looked in the mirror and didn’t see a woman about to swear fidelity. I saw a bitch who had already decided to break the promise before speaking it.

At the ceremony, when I said “I do,” my voice came out steady. Adrián had tears in his eyes. I, beneath the dress, could feel my cunt throbbing. Out of the corner of my eye I looked toward the front rows. Adrián’s friends were there, a group of men he’d grown up with and who had looked at my tits more than enough at every birthday, every barbecue, every match. Hugo was there, his older brother. Tomás was there, my brother-in-law, married to Adrián’s sister. And without anyone knowing, they were all already part of a plan only I fully knew.

***

The banquet was long and hot. I danced with half the world. With Hugo, he held me so tight during a slow song that I felt his hard cock pressing against my belly over the dress.

“You look incredible, sis-in-law,” he said in my ear, his voice a little rough. “That dress is begging for someone to rip it off you and fuck you against the wall.”

“Well, maybe someone will tonight,” I replied, pressing my hip against his bulge.

I didn’t pull away. I held his gaze a second too long, and in that second we both understood the same thing.

Later, during dessert, Tomás sat beside me. Beneath the tablecloth, his hand found my knee and slowly climbed, centimeter by centimeter, up the inside of my thigh, until he pushed my soaked panties aside and shoved two fingers straight into my cunt. Adrián was three chairs away, laughing with his parents at some childhood anecdote. Tomás was fucking me with his fingers right there, searching for that spot inside, while I bit my lip and dug my nails into the napkin. He added a third finger and drove it in to the knuckles. I came in silence, with a perfect bride’s smile on my face, clamping his wrist between my thighs, feeling myself gush inside while they toasted my happiness. When he pulled his hand out, he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them one by one in front of everyone.

Close to midnight, Adrián could barely stand on his feet. Too much wine, too many emotions, too many hours on his legs.

“Go up to the suite,” I told him, stroking his face. “I’ll stay and say goodbye to whoever’s left and come up in a minute.”

He believed me. Of course he believed me. He went up wobbling, blew me a kiss from the elevator, and disappeared.

I didn’t go saying goodbye to anyone. I went to another room, an enormous suite on the other side of the hotel that the group had reserved “just in case the party went on.” When I got there, they were already inside. Nine men. Adrián’s friends and my brother-in-law Tomás. Waiting for me, in shirts, ties loosened, their trousers already straining.

***

I locked the door and before I could say a word, hands were already everywhere. Someone yanked the zipper of my dress down. The fabric fell to the floor and I left it there, like a skin that no longer served me. I was left in my garter belt, stockings, and heels, tits bare, panties still soaked, and the whole room went silent for a moment, looking at me the way you look at a bitch in heat.

“Fuck,” Hugo muttered, coming closer with his cock already out of his fly, thick and dripping. “I’ve been imagining this since the day my brother introduced you.”

“Then stop looking and fuck me already,” I told him, kneeling in front of him.

I grabbed his cock with both hands and took it all the way into my mouth. I sucked it to the throat, sucked it the way I hadn’t sucked Adrián in six years, spitting, choking, my eyes watering mascara. Behind me, another man ripped off my panties. I felt a tongue between my ass cheeks, another on my cunt, two fingers spreading me apart so someone else could lick my ass slowly. I kept swallowing Hugo’s cock, and another man put his in my hand, and another in the other, and that was how it began, with three cocks at once and two tongues devouring me from behind.

They carried me to the bed. Hugo was the first to lay me down, spread my legs wide, and drive into me with a thrust that hit the back of my womb. The difference with Adrián was so brutal I let out a cry I had to smother against Tomás’s shoulder, as he had already knelt beside me with his cock in my face. I took it into my mouth without hesitation while Hugo fucked me at a savage pace, gripping my hips and slamming into me until the whole room was sounding with it. At last someone was fucking me the way I needed to be fucked: without fear, without asking permission, without treating me like glass, splitting my cunt apart like a bitch who had asked for it.

“Look at her, the filthy whore, how she’s loving it,” one said. “Adrián’s bride sucking cock on the very night of her wedding.”

“Say it yourself, pretty girl. Say what you are.”

“I’m a whore,” I gasped with my mouth full. “I’m your whore tonight. Fuck me. All of you fuck me.”

They changed my position over and over. On all fours at the edge of the bed, with one man behind me wrecking my cunt and two in front taking turns with my mouth. Sitting astride one of them, bouncing on his cock while another grabbed my hair and forced me to suck him. On my side, one leg raised over Tomás’s shoulder, three men taking turns without giving me a break, pulling me out dripping and shoving the next one in without letting me close up. Someone spat in my face and I opened my mouth asking for more. Another pinched my nipples until I screamed and begged him not to stop.

One man laid me on my back over another who was fucking me in the ass, and on top of me a third positioned himself and buried himself in my cunt at the same time. I felt the two cocks moving inside me, separated only by that thin wall, while a fourth shoved into my mouth all the way to the back. Three at once. I had never done it. I screamed with my mouth full, choked, tears slipped out, and I came like I had never come in my life, trembling all over, clenching all three cocks at once, feeling them wreck me from the inside.

Against the far wall, in the air, held up by arms that wouldn’t let me fall, one man was pounding my cunt while another got underneath and licked my clit to the rhythm of the thrusts. I lost count of how many times I came. Each orgasm left me emptier and more awake at the same time, more of a bitch, more theirs.

“Say you’re ours,” Hugo ordered, grabbing my throat.

“I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m your whore,” I repeated like a prayer.

“The bride belongs to everyone tonight,” Tomás said, and pulled my ass cheeks apart to fuck me there while another man fucked my cunt.

They came inside me, one after another. Hugo first, spilling a hot stream deep in my cunt that filled me completely. Tomás was second, emptying himself into my ass with a rough groan. The others finished over me, on my face, on my tits, in my open mouth, in my hair. I swallowed as much as I could. Semen ran down my neck, my cleavage, between my breasts, mixing with my sweat. When they could do no more, they laid me on my back on the bed, cunt and ass dripping, and stared at me the way you stare at a finished work.

I screamed names that weren’t my husband’s. I screamed things I had never dared say out loud in six years of marriage. In that room I stopped being the perfect wife in the white dress and became, for a few hours, exactly what I had always wanted to be without permission: a bitch used by nine cocks, fucked in every hole, full of other men’s cum on the very night of my wedding.

***

It was close to seven in the morning when I left there. The hotel corridor was silent, with that gray light before dawn coming in through the windows. I walked barefoot, with my heels in my hand and the wedding dress bunched under my arm. I smelled of sweat, semen, old perfume, of everything I had done. I could feel the cum still dripping inside my thighs with every step.

I went into the bridal suite without making a sound. Adrián was still asleep, on his back, breathing peacefully like someone who believes his world is intact. I got into the shower and let the hot water carry the whole night away. I washed my cunt, my ass, my face, my hair. I watched the cum of nine men go down the drain. I looked at the bite marks on my tits, my neck, the inside of my thighs, my swollen lips, my tired eyes, and for a moment I felt something like guilt. Only for a moment.

I got out, dried myself, and got into bed naked beside my husband. I stroked his back until he stirred and opened his eyes.

“Good morning, madam,” he murmured with a smile, still half asleep. “Did you have a good time last night?”

“The best day of my life,” I answered.

And I wasn’t completely lying. I climbed on top of him slowly, grabbed his sleepy cock, and slid it into my cunt, still sensitive, still open from the nine men who had used it hours before. I started moving on him, squeezing him from within, and he groaned and told me he had never felt his wife so wet, so hot, so open. He couldn’t know why. I closed my eyes and, as so many other times, thought of other men. Only this time I didn’t have to imagine them. This time I remembered exactly how they sounded when they moaned, how their cum smelled, how each different cock felt parting me open.

I came on my husband’s cock thinking about his friends’ cocks, moaning his name, his, the right one, while inside I clenched down remembering the others. Adrián held me afterward and told me I was the most honest woman he knew. I rested my head on his chest and looked at the ceiling, knowing this wasn’t going to end in a single night. That I would never again be able to settle for less. That this, in truth, had only just begun.