On the Way to Our Wedding Reception, My New Wife Blew Me in the Limo
Then, after the reception, she strip-teased for me and I pounded the bitch.
When Lauren and I married in 2000, we were both 26 years-old, deeply in love and already in an intimate sexual relationship with our polyamorous girlfriend at the time, Allison.
After three years of dating, two of which involved Allison as our girlfriend, Lauren and I both wanted marriage and to eventually have a family. As our wedding day approached, we talked extensively about Allison and where she fit into our marriage. We decided to continue our relationship with her — Lauren and Allison, after all, loved each other, and I’d begun to feel love for Allison, too — but with some boundaries in place.
Wisely, we wanted to put our own marriage first, a rule that continues to this day. Allison, who by this time had a boyfriend, understood and supported the boundaries. Yet we slept with Allison fairly frequently and at one point — I believe it was a few months before the wedding — had a false pregnancy scare with her. Yikes!
Honestly, I worried that our polyamorous lifestyle (we didn’t call it “polyamorous” in those years; we didn’t even know what the term meant) could ultimately prove to be incompatible with what Lauren and I both wanted in a happy, healthy marriage. I knew that there would be many women after Allison, but I also knew that my wife-to-be was bisexual to her core and desired other women who she wanted to share with me. We’ll make it all work, I told myself.
On our wedding day, Lauren looked beautiful. She wore a traditional white dress with a veil and the ceremony was lovely. Her long, blonde hair flowed over her shoulders, and the dress had a cut just low enough to accentuate her spectacular breasts. She looked gorgeous. I wore a black suit, a white shirt and a long black tie.
After the ceremony, our family and friends loaded us into a black Rolls-Royce limousine that had been immaculately maintained. It was spacious inside and the seats were leather and incredibly comfortable. Cold waters, along with a bottle of champagne, awaited us in the vehicle. We had about a 20-minute drive to the reception, where we’d quickly check into our hotel room, freshen up and then enjoy dinner.
No sooner had we gotten into the limo and sipped our waters than she looked seductively into my eyes, waiting for me to make the first move. I put the privacy door up between us and the driver and, as the limo drove off, leaned toward my new bride and kissed her, having no real sexual motives in mind as I figured the night would bring some really good fucking. I was happy to be patient.
But as we kissed, I felt desire for her overtake me.
“Let’s make love right now,” I whispered into her ear.
“My dress is too involved for that, and I worry about stains, darling,” she said sweetly back to me.
She had a point about the dress, I thought, playing with her garter belt with my hand as I stroked her smooth thigh.
“But I do have an idea,” she added, now unbuckling my belt and unzipping my pants.
Oh my, I thought. Is she about to do what I think she’s gonna do?
“Do you want to hear my idea?” she probed, pulling my slacks and boxers down and holding my throbbing dick in her hand.
The window between us and the driver suddenly went down.
“Not a good time, man,” I croaked.
“Sorry,” he said, quickly putting the window back up.
I refocused on Lauren, and she looked into my eyes the way only a northern European woman can while she hand-jobbed me.
“What’s your idea?” I asked, knowing how she’d answer but still wanting to hear her say it.
“Well, I’d love to suck on this,” she offered. “Since you’re my husband now, seems this is how it should be.”
I smiled as she took my phallus into her mouth and blew me deeply while pumping my shaft with her fingers. This would be a quicky blowjob as we’d be at the reception in probably 10 or 15 minutes.
I stroked her long, blonde hair with one hand while fondling one of her breasts with the other. As much as I wanted desperately to fuck her, this wasn’t too bad.
I could tell the way she blew me that Lauren intended for me to cum fast. She was probably worried that the driver might roll down the window and see what was happening, or perhaps that we’d arrive at the reception before I blew my load. Either way, time was limited. So, she worked with purpose.
Fuck, did it feel good!
I pushed my pelvis forward just a bit, allowing me to lean back as I enjoyed all my new wife wanted to give her.
Finally, maybe six or seven minutes later, she had me quickly approaching the point of no return and knew it. She continued to pump my shaft with her hand while sucking me just deep enough for maximum effect.
Pressure in my balls quickly built as I felt that heavenly rush. My world went black. The overwhelm of the sexual pleasure from my ejaculatory response consumed my being in these wonderful few seconds when nothing else mattered and I had no thoughts other than total immersion in the endless waves of ecstasy that washed over me.
And it was pure fucking ecstasy. All orgasms are, but this one in particular was perhaps because we’d just married and everything seemed perfect. So fucking perfect.
By now, she cupped and massaged my balls, knowing full well her testicle play would only heighten my pleasure.
Then I exploded in her mouth.
“Oh fuck,” I grunted as I erupted, sure that the driver could hear me.
Lauren never even came up for air or lost a drop of my cum as I filled her mouth. Instead, she continued to massage my balls while I emptied them in her mouth.
Once she’d gotten what she wanted, she sat back up and let me watch her swallow my load and lick her lips. She smiled sweetly and then reached for her purse to get a mirror to check on her lipstick and makeup. Then, she took a sip of her water.
“Just what I needed,” she said softly. And then: “Just what you needed, too.” She giggled girlishly.
I pulled up my boxers and slacks and we sat next to each other, hand in hand and enjoying the silence of the next few moments as the car turned onto the driveway to enter the hotel and reception hall, where friends and family awaited us.
Later that night, once back in our hotel room after the reception, Lauren strip-teased for me, revealing she had on a garter belt, yes, but no panties under her wedding dress.
Then, she asked me to pound her.
“Did you have on panties when we took our vows?” I asked playfully after my new wife revealed her commando look.
“Um, no. Should I have?” she replied teasingly.
“Did your bridesmaids know?”
“Well, they didn’t have on any panties, either.”
Then she told me her bridesmaids had all encouraged her to blow me on the way to the reception. Two of them had done the same thing when they got married.
“So they know?” I asked.
“Yeah, they asked about it when we arrived at the reception.”
We laughed, and then Lauren got what she desired: a pounding in doggy-style.
The next morning, before breakfast with family and friends, she again sucked my dick, and then after breakfast I hammered her in our hotel room.
It was quite a wedding weekend, but what it really was…was the start of 24 years and counting of pure love and endless blessings.
