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Secrets of the Bride
by Alexi92
"Why did you want to see me?" asked the new Mrs.
Sheila Jayce. Her white wedding gown clung to the tight
curves of her body. The wedding had gone off without a
hitch and the reception would start soon.
"I just wanted to tell you you're the most beautiful
woman in the world," Brad said. Before she could respond he
kissed his bride. Sheila's knees went weak at the intensity
of his body against hers. She had been feeling horny all
day, her lust pent up since the bachelorette party the night
before.
Sheila was, to be quite frank, a slut. Her C cup
breasts, well toned ass, and lean physique coupled with a
beautiful face and long hair attracted every who
saw her. And every she attracted she fucked. She had
few friends, all since the heterosexual ones had
long since abandoned her for fucking their husbands or
boyfriends. She always dreamt about one cock, a special
cock that could satisfy her fierce desires. But until then
she fucked every that would have her, eager to feel her
body filled with the meat of a large cock.
Then she met Brad Jayce. She liked Brad, he was smart
and rich. He wasn't attractive to a casual observer but
that was only because he was constantly trying to hide, so
no one got a good look at his face. He was a little shy
around women but she had gotten past that. Her friend
Haylee thought Brad needed a good fucking so she set him up
with Sheila. The two hit it off from the start and Sheila
found herself talking with him for the entire night. It
continued on their subsequent dates, she would always
intend to fuck him but ended up doing no more than kissing.
The relationship was built on deceit. Although Sheila
was fond of Brad she continued to fuck around. He was never
aware of it, but any night they didn't have something
planned she would dress up in a revealing outfit, travel to
an out of town bar, and act like a trashy whore. By the
crack of dawn every there had deposited in her
or mouth. Sheila would drive home, the large deposit of
in her body oozing onto the car seat.
After a quick shower she would meet up with Brad and
they would spend the rest of the day together. They would
never get beyond kissing. By the end of one of their dates
she was so horny she would fuck anything. After he dropped
her off she dashed off and picked up a few to gang
bang her through the night. A long night was spent with her
mouth wrapped around a stranger's cock while his friends
rammed her cunt.
After a while Sheila began to realize she was falling
for Brad. When she was with him she would act like a
perfect lady, waiting for him to make his move. He never
did.
So Sheila continued her trysts with strangers,
satiating her sexual hunger for a day, just long enough to
seem like a normal woman when she was with Brad. Letting
strange fuck her greedy raw while giving Brad
nothing. She felt guilty about it but that guilt was always
washed away, replaced by her burning desire to have a
pump her like a jackhammer. Much of her time was
spent with as they treated her like a fuck toy, mauling
her large with their hands and roughly pressing their
long cocks into her wet cunt.
The rest of the time she spent with Brad. Her
attraction developed to love and they were almost
inseparable. They could talk for hours and not get bored or
simply spend time in the other's quiet company. And then
one day Brad asked her to marry him. Sheila wept for joy as
he placed the engagement ring on her finger.
Then she excused herself to go to the bathroom and
fucked one of the off-duty waiters in the parking lot, the
ring weighing heavily on her finger even as her dress was
pulled up to her waist. She almost wept with sorrow when
the shot his into her pussy, her legs wrapped
around his hips, pulling him toward her as he pushed her
body into the car hood she was reclining on.
Being engaged didn't make her less of a slut, only
more guilty about on Brad. She couldn't stand to
have the ring on her finger when she went out to fuck other
men. She promised herself that once they were she
would cut it out, relying on Brad alone to satisfy her
cravings.
She counted down the days until she could be a one
man woman, able to give herself totally to Brad, be there
for him completely just as he was for her. Her friends
threw her a bachelorette party, although they were at a
loss what to do for entertainment, being and all.
They ended up hiring a pair of male strippers, well muscled
men who bumped and ground into Sheila's face.
It should be said in her defense that Sheila tried
her hardest to resist her growing passion, to hold out for
one more day until her honeymoon. She had gone without a
good fuck, or a bad one, for six days. Her friends knew she
was trying to keep from on Brad for at least a
week before she him. They saw the discomfort on
Sheila's face and summarily dismissed the men.
That night Sheila masturbated for hours, imagining
that Brad was fucking her cunt. She never had bought a
vibrator since she could get a cock whenever she wanted.
She cursed herself for not having one. Her hands clumsily
played with herself, caressing the mound she so desperately
wanted to quiet.
Her thoughts turned to what life would bring.
Hope, a new future, stability. She knew damn well that her
life couldn't continue as it had, it was a downward spiral
leading to nothing but self-destruction. That she had been
able to find someone like Brad to take care of her was a
godsend. She could only hope she didn't screw it up by
cheating on him. She didn't want to do that. She didn't
want to him and she definitely didn't want to lose
him.
There were so many ways to temptation. If Brad left
her home alone for a few days or if he had a friend who
came on to her. She was weak, she knew it, there was no way
she could hold out forever. But she was determined to make
it work. Even if she could only be his for a short
time it was more than she deserved.
The next day she walked down the aisle. Her friends,
family, and some of the groom's associates balked at her
white dress. Through the entire ceremony Sheila wondered
how long the marriage would last, she gave it three months,
less if he ever found out about her past.
When the pastor finished the ceremony Brad pulled
back the veil covering her face and kissed her. Although
they had kissed many times before, Sheila felt something
more this time. The kiss was more powerful, as though he
had been holding back before. It was like nothing she had
ever experienced.
They went to the banquet hall in the back of a
limousine. Sheila nearly attacked Brad, pulling the tuxedo
jacket from his chest. She clamped her mouth to his and
felt the thrill she expierienced prior. Brad continued to
kiss her but forcefully held onto her hands, keeping her
from undressing him.
"Tonight," he said. "Traditionally we should wait for
our wedding night."
"Screw tradition," Sheila groaned.
But in the end he convinced her to wait, leaving her
hornier than she had been before. She could feel it, racing
through her blood and filling her body.
At the banquet hall she and her three friends
prepared while her and sister-in-law took care of
some last minute details. Sheila complained to her friends
of her desires.
"I just can't take it any more. I have to get fucked
and it has to be soon or I'm going to rape Brad in the
middle of the reception."
"You know," Haylee, Sheila's bridesmaid, said, "we
can help you if you really need to."
The other women in the room all nodded in agreement
but Sheila shook her head.
"It's not the same. I need a cock."
"But you've resisted a week, just wait a few more
hours," said Joy.
"That's a week of continually rising yearning,"
reminded Haylee. "But Joy's right. You've been saving
yourself for him and it would be a shame if you gave up
now."
Lisa snorted loudly and everyone turned to look at
her.
"Saving herself, yeah right. She's been with more
than everyone else in this room combined."
"So has Theresa, what's your point Lisa?" Joy
asked crossly.
"Well it's not like Sheila's been keeping from the
men since she's known Brad. She's fucked, what? A couple
hundred since she's known him? And I bet half of that
was after they got engaged. What difference is it going to
make if she just fucks some guy now?"
"She's now," said Joy.
"She was engaged before. I would think that the
commitment level should be the same. Being engaged is
supposed to be a commitment of monogamy. If she's not going
to respect the commitment then I don't see why she's going
to respect it now."
"You don't know what you're talking about," said
Haylee.
"I don't? This isn't about whether you prefer dick or
pussy, it's about commitment issues. If you've already
cheated on Brad, why does a certificate from the government
change your attitude?"
"She's got a point," said Haylee.
"No she doesn't. Just because Sheila was a slut
before doesn't mean she can't stop."
Sheila hoped it was true.
"You've heard her talk before. She doesn't want to
cheat on Brad now that they're married."
"All I want to know," said Lisa, "is what makes today
different than two weeks ago? We know she's been in love
with Brad for at least a few months, so why was it okay for
her to cheat on Brad when she was in love with him two
weeks ago, but not today."
"It wasn't okay." Her friends stared at her. Sheila
had said it with such pain that they couldn't help but feel
sorry for their friend. "I don't deserve to be with Brad,
he's such a nice guy, sweet and quiet. I've betrayed him so
much I can't even remember how many times. I've never been
his and only his. I've cheated him from that. But I don't
want to lose him. I don't want him to leave. I can't
imagine what my life would be like if he left.
"I want to dedicate the rest of my life to him and
only him. Now that he's willing to fuck me I want to make
sure he's getting everything I can give him. It's like...
It's like I was starving but the only restaurant whose food
I wanted to eat wasn't open so I had to eat from other
restaurants. But now that it's open I never want to eat
anywhere else."
"That's the stupidest thing I ever head," said Joy.
"We're talking about sex, not food. People like Brad, they
attach some sort of huge emotional attachment to sex. He's
going to see your as proof that you didn't have
the same emotional attachment as he did to you. Rather than
devote that attachment to him you gave it freely to other
people. His lack of sexual experience was because he wanted
to save his emotional attachment for someone he loved so
totally that he didn't mind giving such an incredible gift
to her, to you. To use your restaurant analogy, it would be
as if you just praised a meal at McDonalds and then ate
four star French Cuisine. No matter how much more the
French Cuisine meant to you than the McDonalds your praise
wouldn't be appreciated by the chef since you also praised
something as meaningless as McDonalds.
"You're just lucky that he was the one that didn't
want to have sex until you were married. If you denied him
sex but it turned out that you fucked other people he would
have believed that it meant that you valued him so little
that you considered him less than the total strangers."
Lucy shook her head. "No I think he'll see it like
this. You were willing to fuck so many other people that
the act means nothing and so when you have sex with him it
means nothing. The restaurant was open and you've eaten at
McDonalds so many times that when you eat the French
cuisine it's just because you felt like a change, not
because you had a love of French Cuisine. Seven hundred
meals at McDonalds and one of French Cuisine doesn't make
it seem like you love French Cuisine."
"Either way you come off bad," said Haylee.
"So what should I do?"
Haylee sighed. "Nothing you can do. It's all in the
past. Just keep from fucking anyone like you've done this
week and hope he forgives you when he finds out."
Lisa and Joy agreed.
"But what about a time like now? I haven't been
fucked for a week and I'm almost doubled over in desire.
I'd do almost anything for a cock in me right now? Brad
says he won't fuck me until after the reception."
"I don't know," admitted Haylee.
Lisa did. "What would you do if you were starving and
the restaurant you wanted to eat at was open but wasn't
serving food for a few more hours?"
"I'd go somewhere else for a quick snack and the come
back to the restaurant for a full course," said Joy. She
realized what that meant and her eyes grew wide.
So did Haylee's. "You're suggesting she cheat on
Brad? On their wedding day?"
"Like I said, if she's been on him ever
since the day they met I don't think it's that huge a leap
if she cheats on him today. She fucked that waiter ten
minutes after she got engaged, remember? If all those
people meant nothing to her next to Brad why should one
more today make any difference? For all we know Brad's
going to be a horrible fuck and she'll end up fucking the
bellboys on the honeymoon.
"And she's a nervous wreck. I say she feeds her
hunger now so she can behave like a perfect lady in front
of him until the honeymoon and from then on, having a
constant dick to straddle, she stays faithful."
"I can't listen to this anymore," Haylee said and
left the room. Joy and Lucy soon followed suit leaving
Sheila to ponder whether she should hold out for another
twelve more hours until she could have the cock she really
wanted or if she should placate the lust that threatened to
tear her apart but with someone else.
Sheila leaned back in her chair and breathed deeply.
She loved Brad but she was so horny. Why couldn't he have
just fucked her? Her hands began to rub her crotch through
the material of her dress. It was a bad idea. She moaned,
the stimulation to her pussy, no matter how dull, was only
serving to inflame her libido.
She closed her eyes and rubbed harder. The sound of
the door opening and being shut didn't penetrate her
concentration. But when one of the coughed Sheila was
so surprised she jumped.
There were two waiters, dressed in their white
jackets and black pants, staring at her. One of them had a
beard, the other an earring. Beard and Earring.
"Hello Mrs. Jayce," said Beard calmly. "I couldn't
help but hear your conversation. Don't worry, me and my
friend are here to help."
At first Sheila was confused. Then the two began
to unbutton their pants and she was blessed with
enlightenment. Their pants and underwear fell to their
ankles. Sheila couldn't help but stare at their cocks,
seven inch long flaccid cocks. She could just imagine what
they would feel like hard and shoved in her cunt, filling
her sex with their long shafts.
Brad seemed like he was a million miles away.
"You like what you see?" asked Beard. "You want it up
your cunt?"
Sheila nodded mutely.
"Then crawl over here and suck them hard," Beard
commanded darkly.
Sheila fell on her knees, adjusting her wedding dress
so she could crawl properly. On all fours she made her way
to the grinning waiters. She propped herself up on her
knees and took hold of both cocks in her hands. The cocks
began to stiffen and she licked the tip of each playfully.
She would spend a short time on one and then switch
to the other. The cocks gleamed with Sheila's saliva
covering them. Back and forth she went, her lips extended
around a cock, noisily on it with hollowed cheeks,
massaging the other with her hand.
"That's it slut," said Earring. "You love our cocks
don't you?"
"Mmmm", moaned Sheila around his cock. Soon both
cocks were rock hard and a full nine inches in length.
"Good job slut," said Beard. "Now turn your ass
around so we can fuck your cunt."
Sheila turned. The only sound in the room was the
shuffling of her hands and knees and the slight ping of a
metal wedding ring hitting the floor. She raised her rear
in the air, presenting it to the two men. Beard hoisted up
her dress and exposed her moist and ass.
"Shit," exclaimed Earring. "This bitch isn't wearing
any panties."
"She's a real slut," agreed Beard. "Who else would
want to get fucked by two strangers on her wedding day?"
Beard forced his cock between the lips of her cunt.
It met no resistance and was even helped by her juices. His
entire nine inches plunged into her and he began pumping
his cock into her sex with wild abandon.
"Shit she's fucking loose. You like cocks don't you
slut?"
"Yess," Sheila hissed. "Give it to me."
"God damn it, I want to do something."
"Then do her mouth, I'm busy."
"Fuck."
Earring shoved his cock in Sheila's face, poking her
in the nose with his hard member. "Suck it bitch."
Sheila opened her mouth and Earring shoved his cock
past her tongue until it pressed against the back of her
throat. Her mouth clamped down on the large member, her
lips forming a ring around the shaft. Earring grabbed her
hair to hold up her head and fucked her face.
She squirmed, pushing back on the cock attending her
cunt, trying to fuck back, eager to impale herself on the
large rod. Her tongue tasted Earring's cock, covering it
with saliva as it pistoned in her mouth. She let her tongue
trace the bottom of the moving cock, rubbing against the
small bit of skin where the head meets the shaft...
"Fuck!" The cock in her mouth shot out a stream of
semen into the back of her throat. She swallowed quickly,
careful not to choke. Sheila milked the cock dry, not
letting it pop out of her mouth until she tasted as much
cum as she could. She wasn't quite good enough, the cock
shot out a small jet which fell to the floor in front of
her.
Beard's cock proceeded to pound into Sheila's cunt.
She was already beginning to feel her body climax. She let
loose with a loud orgasm, spasming with a cock in her.
"Yeah bitch, I'm going to cum."
"Give it to me! in my body!"
"Unh!"
Sheila felt the warm deposit of shoot into her
cunt. Beard pulled out, a small string of white
connecting the tip of his cock to her gaping pussy. It
snapped and splattered on Sheila's thigh. Sheila turned to
thank the bearded waiter.
Behind him, standing in the doorway, Brad's sister,
Sheila's sister-in-law, stared at the horrific sight before
her with quiet shock. Her hands covered her mouth afraid to
speak.
Brad's ran out of the room before anyone could
stop her.
Sheila hurriedly smoothed out her dress and her hair,
fixing both as best she could. The dress hid the trickle of
cum running down her leg, thank god for small miracles.
Taking a deep, worried breath she ran after her sister-in-
law.
She shot past waiters, catering staff, and a few
early guests. Maybe she could reason with her sister-in-
law, explain what had happened. Not likely. Sheila couldn't
believe she was going to loose everything so soon. If only
she had waited for the wedding night. She had hoped for at
least a few months as Brad's wife, now it didn't look like
she'd get a few hours. Damn her libido! Damn it to all
hell! She didn't.. She wasn't... God, please don't take
Brad away.
When she found Brad's she was talking with
Brad. Sheila got a sinking feeling.
Brad's was raving in hushed tones and Brad was
laughing. Laughing, that was a good sign. Maybe he didn't
believe his or she was talking about something else.
Sheila approached them carefully, as if being careful
now would make up for past mistakes. Brad spotted her.
"Sheila hon, my says she saw you..."
Brad's eyes narrowed. Sheila held her breath, she had
seen him do this before. If need be Brad could be capable
of almost perfect analysis. He looked at his bride and she
mentally quaked. His gaze focused on her hand. Sheila
looked down, there was nothing out of the ordinar...y....
Her wedding ring was covered in cum. It must have fallen on
there when Earring shot that load on the floor.
Sheila threw herself on Brad, crying into his chest.
She admitted everything; her past, the two waiters, the
waiter on the day they got engaged, the out of town bars,
the she'd been with since they'd been engaged, even the
restaurant analogy.
Brad and his were stunned. Never had they
expected something of that magnitude.
"Please don't leave me," Sheila sobbed. "Anything,
I'll do anything. I need you."
"I'm getting an annulment," Brad said. He turned and
walked away.
His followed after him but turned and spat out
",Slut."
Sheila collapsed to her knees hysterical. Too soon,
she had lost him too soon. If only she had waited a little
longer. The greatest thing to happen to her life and she
had blown it for a quick fuck. She wanted to die. Her
vision, blurred by tears, looked down at her wedding ring,
a symbol of what might have been. She took it off and put
it in her mouth, washing it. When she licked the from
the metal she spit it into her hands and hugged it to her
breast.
Brad and his sent most of the guests home. A
few stayed behind to help out with whatever, mainly
Sheila's friends who tsk-tsked themselves silly. Brad and
his holed up in her motor-home in the banquet hall's
parking lot, neither trusting the shattered groom to be
alone or behind the wheel.
Sheila's friends eventually got her to stand up and
sat her down at one of the many decorated tables. She
didn't stop crying though. After a while her body ran out
of tears and she sat in a daze, unsure if she wanted to go
on. A tall, almost Amazonian, woman with black hair sat
down next to her. Sheila looked at her and stared with a
dead look in her eyes.
"You're Sheila, right? Yeah, my name's Tammy. I'm
Brad's ex-girlfriend."
"Brad," whispered Sheila painfully.
"Yeah, the one you fucked around on. Like I said, I
used to go with Brad. I'm the only one he ever fucked."
Sheila's head snapped up and she stared at the woman.
She was tall, about the same size as Brad. Her
weren't huge but nothing to shake a stick at.
"And what a fuck. I know you never fucked him. And
probably never will. Anyway I just wanted to thank you. See
Brad kind of ruined me for other men. His cock is huge,
inhuman in its length and width. When he put it in me I
thought I'd burst. Pain ripped through me like a chainsaw.
But turns out he's got a knack for the whole fucking
scheme. Even with my stretched to painful limits I
came seven times. Seven fucking times. Most incredible
orgasms I ever had too. After we broke up I found that no other could do it for me. Fortunately I'm bi and have
other options available to me, but to this day I can't fuck
a without thinking how much better it would be with
Brad. We talked about it later when we became friends and
he got really scared. He vowed to never fuck another woman
for fear of ruining them for other men. He said he wouldn't
have sex until he met the one, the one woman he knew he
would spend the rest of his life with and could never ruin
since she wouldn't go on to other men. When I heard he was
getting I got worried, thought I might never get a
chance to fuck him again. So anyway, thanks for fucking him
over. I figure now with the rebound state he's in I might
be able to get a retry. Thanks."
The woman stood up and left. Sheila began to cry
again. She had never thought of that. What if Brad had been
the one? The one who could finally abate her libido. It
made her loss seem so much worse.
The banquet hall eventually closed down and Sheila
had to leave. She stood in front of the building in her
wedding dress. Her hand held tightly to the wedding ring,
tears still raining down her face. Joy stood with her,
unwilling to leave her friend alone in such a miserable
state.
A yellow sports car screeched to a halt in front of
them. The passenger side window opened allowing them a
glance inside.
"How much?" a voice in the car asked.
Joy tried to peer at the driver. "How much for what?"
"How much for the whore."
"She's not a whore," Joy snapped.
"I know a whore when I see one. How much?"
"Get out of here," Joy yelled angrily.
But Sheila was leaning into the window. She had
recognized the voice and was eager to see its source.
"Brad?"
"Hello Sheila."
"Oh God Brad, I'm so sorry. Please give me a second
chance. I couldn't help myself. I didn't mean to. I...
Please Brad, I need you. I can't go on without you. I'll
change. I'll only be with you. I...Oh god... please...
please...just one chance..."
"I didn't come here for a blubbering idiot. Get in."
Sheila almost tore the door open. She jumped in the
car and stared at Brad. The car sped away.
"First things first. I love you Sheila."
"And I love you Brad. More than anything."
"Whatever. I love you but you me. Bad. I don't
know if I can ever recover. It occurs to me that I loved
the person I thought you were. I don't know who the hell
you are, you hid that from me. So do I really love you? I
don't know. I'm not sure I've got what it takes to find
out.
"But I loved you. I felt something I never felt
before. And the knowledge that you were fucking every
second of our relationship kills me inside."
"Oh Brad..."
"Shut up. It's my turn to talk. You fucked around on
me. Every time, even on our wedding day! Do you hate me
that much?"
Sheila broke down in tears as Brad's words cut deeper
and deeper into her. She knew she had him but never
that much. In labored breaths between sobs she was able to
get out, "I... don't... deserve... you."
"No you don't," agreed Brad grimly. "But I paid good
money for a fucking honeymoon. So we're going to go on a
trip and then we're going to fuck like rabbits. I figure
you owe me that considering all the love, time, and effort
I wasted on you. You certainly put out for less."
"Yes please," Sheila said quickly. If she couldn't
have his love then fucking him would have to do, as long as
she was with him.
"Then..." Brad sighed. He wanted to say so many
things. Then you can go back to fucking your precious
waiters. Then you can get the hell out of my life. Then you
can die for all I care. But Lucy had talked to him, and he
could feel the genuine pain in Sheila's voice. Everything
she said, all her promises, she meant them. She really
wanted to change and only be his. But he couldn't help
thinking of her past, all those men, all that cheating. His
jealousy. His longing. His hate. His love.
Brad sighed again. "Then we'll see."
END
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This story's full title was going to be "Secret's of the
Bride are Killing her Inside" that or "Lying Bride is Watching
You."
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