4 comments/ 134191 views/ 8 favorites Guests By: AlphaBeatHer I am David. I am thirty seven years old and I have been very fortunate in life. In addition to having a beautiful, dutiful wife and a wonderful son, I have reasonable security and prosperity due to the financial management business built up by my father and the close network of supportive friends and colleagues centred on my club. We have a very nice house and my lovely wife maintains it to perfection as well as meeting my every need in a lifetime partner. I grew up in a disciplined household. My father sent me to a good school, taught me his business and guided me into the society which gives us such comfort and stability. My loving mother fulfilled the same role as my wife does now for me. There was never any question that she should work outside the home and I am quite determined that my wife will never have to do any such thing either. Of course I do not know how my parents conducted their affairs in the bedroom, but when I married, my father gave me his belt. He said that it had been given to him by my grandfather when he married my mother and that it had been an important part of their marriage throughout my life. I did not need to ask him what he meant. Being of such age, the belt is very soft and supple. It is a very high quality piece of leather. I suspect that it has had a great deal of use over the years, but apart from some wear at the edges it doesn't really show much and it should be able to do its job for many years to come. It is a wonderful thought that my family has maintained a disciplined household for at least three generations and we are doing very well. Throughout our childhood, my brother and I had been required to respect the privacy of our parents for three hours every Saturday afternoon. Depending on our age, we would go to the cinema, play sport, go for cycle rides or be taken for a walk by our nanny or be sent to visit grandparents. We never knew what happened in these private times other than the little smile on nanny's face when questioned about it and she said that mother was being given a little help by father in remembering her wifely duties. On being presented with the belt by father, he simply said "remember the importance of a little private time each week to maintain your marriage" and I had been told all I needed to know. It was a very conscious decision to leave marriage until I was well into my thirties. By then I had taken over the running of the business from father and I had explored the things that I wanted out of life. I have a strong sex drive and I seemed a sufficiently attractive proposition to women that I have been able to find out what I really like. I like to exercise authority and fortunately for me, I have discovered that most women I have encountered are very happy to be the recipients of my requirements. In my excellent wife I have a partner who lives only to meet my every desire and to exceed it if ever she can. Recently it was her twenty sixth birthday and we celebrated it with a wonderful meal in an excellent restaurant before returning home. A few days before the celebration I told my wife that from now on we would review her performance in the marriage at each birthday and I would consider whether her maintenance should be varied in any way during the course of that review. My first contribution to the review was to congratulate her on the very great achievements of the preceding year and to reward those with the presentation of her birthday gift of a diamond necklace. Just the one diamond, but a beautiful setting. In the coming years she will be very well decorated if she progresses as well as she has done so far. And of course she will have some less permanent decoration for all of her failings! She is now very accustomed to her maintenance and I am concerned that with time it will cease to fulfil its necessary purpose. The urinal and rimming duties have been very good extensions to our original regime and they continue to be effective. There will be no change to the number of strokes of the hand spanking, but this central part of the maintenance does not bring many tears to her eyes any more and there is a risk of it tiring me more than it hurts her. For this reason I have decided to introduce a new element that was suggested by one of the internet responders to my wife's punishment posting. I must confess that I had never heard of figging until this writer communicated with me. He explained that shaving a piece of fresh ginger into a lozenge shape about two inches long and inserting it into the woman's anus before a spanking results in very much heightened sensation on her part. When I told my wife what was to be done and produced the piece of root ginger that I had bought she was quite surprised. I think she couldn't really see that this would do anything. Anyway. I gave her the diagram for her to carve out the little finger sized piece with a notch about half an inch from the end around which her sphincter would hold it in place. As instructed, she removed all her clothes and went into the kitchen to make the 'fig'. When she had done it I took her into the bedroom, and had her bend over the blanket box. It slipped in quite easily and I left it for a minute before I slipped off my own clothes and picked up a cane and my belt. I thought I would warm her up a bit with my hand, but to try it out properly we needed a bit more than that. When I turned back towards her she was very pink in the face and wriggling her arse beautifully. "How does it feel?" "Oh please take it out Darling. I can't bear it. It is making me all hot and strange." I thought that was very good. This looked as though it could spice up a spanking very nicely. I gave her four good, hard spanks in quick succession while telling her that she shouldn't dare to presume to ask me to change what I was doing. She spluttered an apology, but what was most striking was that she was not clenching her arse cheeks as she would normally do when she was feeling the pain of a smack. As she told me later, if she tried to do it, the sensation of the the 'fig' was too great and she had to let go. With a rosy glow on her cheeks, I picked up the belt and gave her half a dozen with that. It was excellent. She wriggled, cried, moaned and displayed wonderfully. By this time I had become quite aroused so I changed to the cane and gave her a final four strokes hard across both buttocks. By now she was crying freely and her arse cheeks were fiery. I pulled out the 'fig', got down behind her and slipped my prick into her sopping cunt. I gave a couple of thrusts to get myself well lubricated and then started fucking her arse. It was the usual good, tight fuck and I didn't feel any effect of the ginger myself. Her scorching buttocks against my belly were excellent. After giving her a good pounding for about five minutes I started to feel myself wanting to cum and sat her up so that we could both watch her in the mirror as she sucked me to completion. She said that she thought that she had a faint taste of ginger when she was sucking, but she could not be sure because of all the other sensations rushing through her at the time. Figging is now a part of every maintenance session and I am well pleased with it. She buys the ginger fresh every week and prepares the fig just before the session is due to start. I have experimented with leaving it in after the spanking is finished, but its effect ceases after about twenty minutes. Once or twice I have knocked it right in past her sphincter and been unable to remove it. In that case I just leave it there to come out naturally. I did once fuck her arse with it still in and it was not a success. It was hard and unpleasant against my prick so I switched to a throat fucking instead. Shortly after my wife's birthday I received the honour of being elected President of my club. This office lasts for one year and it is very important to me. My business and the club are very closely connected. The majority of my clients are club members and a great deal of our income is dependent on the connections made through the club. The most important thing is that I should have a very good working relationship with my Secretary and Treasurer throughout my year of office. It is customary for the President to entertain these officers to dinner a short while after the election and I determined to make this a dinner to remember. I talked it through very carefully with my wife who fully understands the vital part that the club plays in our prosperity. We agreed that the dinner party would be at our house. All the food would be provided and prepared by professional caterers, but they would leave at the arrival time for our guests and my wife would do all the serving. She would eat separately before our guests arrived. For her duties I bought her a party type French maid outfit. It had an extremely short skirt to be worn without knickers and her breasts would be well displayed above the frilly white apron front. She would be in very high heeled shoes and the obvious nature of her display would be certain to provoke comment from my guests. On the appointed evening, William and Thomas arrived together by taxi at exactly the right time. I welcomed them and introduced my wife as our maid for the evening. She curtsied, and with their eyes riveted on her magnificent cleavage and visible nipples, she asked to take their coats. As she hung up the coats she bent to smooth the fabric and displayed the rest of her attractions. I invited my guests to the lounge while my wife went to pour our aperitifs. William, the Secretary, is in his late fifties and a quiet dependable, family man. I have known him for many years although not closely. He has met my wife on a couple of occasions. Thomas is a very old and close friend who knows my wife fairly well although he has never stayed with us. Neither of them had ever seen her as she was today! As you might imagine, there were a couple of "phews" and I explained that my wife had offered to serve us this evening and I hoped that her service might meet with their approval. Before either could reply, she came and served the drinks before returning to the kitchen. We drank to each others health and I got us into some general chat until we went into the dining room. The meal went perfectly. As the wine flowed and we were getting to the final stages there were more requests for my wife to lean across the table with the bottle, condiments and other excuses. At one point, Thomas dropped his napkin while she was right beside him and he leant over to pick it up so his face was almost touching her bald cunt. I wonder how he resisted popping out his tongue and licking it? After dinner we returned to the lounge with brandy and cigars while my wife cleared the table. Both men were profuse with their thanks for the meal and said how wonderful the service by my wife had been. I said that her service to me was of a far higher order than this and she would like to serve them rather more before their evening was over. I pointed out that their trousers betrayed some degree of arousal on both their parts and my wife came in at that moment to refill the brandy glasses. "You are ready to provide extra service to our guests aren't you darling?" "Yes Sir. Of course. It would be my pleasure." She curtsied as she said this. "Very well. Go and remove that outfit and return to us." She curtsied again and said "Yes Sir." By now my guests had raging stiff pricks pushing their trousers out like tent poles and they obviously needed attention quite quickly. I took a blindfold from my desk. My wife returned to the room entirely naked and I told her to kneel. She did so and I placed the blindfold on her. I turned to William and invited him to allow her to relieve him with her mouth. My wife opened her mouth to show her willingness to comply and, seeing his reticence I took his brandy glass from him and assisted him to his feet. With a hand gesture I signalled that he should undo his trousers and make use of the facility without delay. He undid his zip, moved aside his underpants and his excited member flipped out. To avoid any more uncertainty, I took my wife by the hair and put her mouth on him. She knew that she should work hard at this and my wife immediately set to work sucking, licking and pushing her face forward to receive as much of William as she could. Unsurprisingly, he came in her mouth within a quite short space of time. She swallowed and ran her tongue round her lips to collect every drop. William sat down and took a deep swig from his brandy. I motioned to Thomas to take his place and he did so without any hesitation at all. He was very hard and a little larger than William. He placed his hand on my wife's head when he put himself in her mouth and he worked her head a little as she sucked and licked on him for all she was worth. Despite having had to wait, Thomas lasted rather longer than William. He had an ecstatic look on his face as he smiled at me. I could not resist saying "she does a good job doesn't she? Both men agreed with that enthusiastically and I am sure that she worked her mouth just a little harder as she heard this word of recommendation. Soon the moment came and Thomas steadied her head as he shot what looked like a lot of cum into her mouth. We never saw it because she contained the lot and swallowed it quickly. When Thomas withdrew his softening prick from my wife's mouth I replaced him immediately, having got myself out as he came. I am a larger man than either of my guests and to their gasps I thrust my full length immediately down her throat. I gave her a full force throat fucking until I shot a torrent into her that had been built up during the long evening of development of this climactic moment. As the last pulsations of my prick could be seen moving her throat, I held her face tight into my groin and I only withdrew as I softened. my two guests spontaneously applauded and I raised her to her feet to show off once again her lovely body and naked cunt. I sent my wife off to the shower without removing her blindfold and then chatted happily for a few minutes until the taxi came to collect my guests. Both expressed their astonishment at the ability of my wife to take such a pounding in her throat and I intrigued them by stressing that this was just one of her talents. Their thanks for the evening were profuse and they were most insistent that I should pass on their gratitude to my wife. Who knows what they may have hoped for in the future. We have all worked extremely well together since, but we have never discussed my wife in any way. Very shortly after the dinner party I told my wife that things were looking very good for us and I thought that it was time for us to try for a second child. She was very happy with that suggestion. We waited for the point of her peak fertility and then I came in her cunt for four nights in succession. We never miss her taking a mouthful so I had to produce extra for nearly a week. Quite an effort, but that is the duty of being a husband. Seriously though, the birth canal is really designed with that mostly in mind. As far as I am concerned I prefer to fuck a tight female arse or a well trained mouth. It seems that we are both very fertile, because her pregnancy test was positive at this first attempt. Now that my wife is pregnant, looking after our growing son and maintaining her household duties to the very highest standard is more than I want her to have to deal with. I have decided that we should have some help in the form of a sort of combined au pair and nanny. I discussed this at the club with Thomas. He does a great deal of work in French speaking Indochina and I know that he has some sort of Cambodian domestic helper. He said that there would be no trouble at all in finding me the right sort of person and that people from that part of the world were always pleased to come and work in an English family. After a few weeks he told me that he had identified two or three possibles and he was about to make a business trip to Phnom Penh. He suggested that I should accompany him, do a little business, have a few days of relaxation and select the suitable employee. So that is how it was. The woman I chose is about the same age as my wife. Small. slim and pretty, but she has had a hard life. She has been married and has a daughter of five, but her husband beat her badly. She left him when he started mistreating their daughter and now she is dependent on her parents who barely have enough to keep themselves. The arrangement is that her daughter will stay with the grandparents and she will send money home from her wages to cover her upkeep as well as helping the rest of the family out a little bit. Thomas has explained to her that she is coming into a disciplined household and she is quite happy with the terms that I proposed to him. She had a talk on the telephone with Thomas's girl so she was not at all worried about coming to England. I discussed with my wife how this new family member would be handled before I went to make the selection. She will have weekly maintenance, just like my wife, but it will be given with a paddle rather than my hand. She would wear a thong provided by us for her maintenance and any punishment, but no other clothing. Punishment could be with paddle, belt or cane, but only on her backside. My wife will be present during her maintenance and whenever she is punished. When we met her I made sure that she understood all this and accepted it. She has some English and my French is good enough to talk to her. She made it clear that she had a naturally submissive nature and the she was only comfortable when she was given clear instruction and had proper correction for any failings. When she was first married she had been disciplined very hard and she was happy with that, but then her husband had taken to drink and become uncontrolled in his behaviour. She longed for a structured environment in which she knew she was safe, but also that she had a firm 'Master', as she called me from the very beginning. Her name is Ma Thi Su and she is Vietnamese. The Vietnamese are not very popular in Cambodia and that is another reason why she was anxious to go somewhere else. We had an excellent and enjoyable time in Cambodia while I finalised the difficult process of getting a working visa for Su, as I had already decided to call her. It gave me the opportunity to do some business which is very worthwhile and has closened my ties with Thomas. We took the opportunity to enjoy a few Cambodian ladies. They were very good and just another little something between Thomas and I that we would not choose to disclose to others. We have now become relaxed enough for us to share a particularly talented young woman for a couple of nights. Some hard currency was enough for her to want to do just about anything! I introduced Thomas to some things that he had never done before. Our little Cambodian whore had us both in her mouth, cunt and arse, but she also took the contents of our bladders and had her tongue up our arses until her jaw ached too much for her to speak. We got a visa for Su to travel with us back to England and Thomas now has a bond with me that must never be broken. Guests All parties 18+ All Stories Begin with Once Upon a Time... In my bedroom I wake up, but keep my eyes closed, and reach around for you, finding a cold space beside me. I open my eyes and find myself alone, I listen for you. I hear something outside my door, assuming it's you in the kitchen I wait. Minutes pass, you're still not back, I grab my housecoat and pull it on as I open the bedroom door, I almost slam into him. Wait! Him!? I look up and confirm its not you standing in front of me. Before I anything can escape my lips, his hand is over my mouth. Now I'm screaming. Where are you? Who is this? What's going on? The stranger takes advantage of my surprise and has me pinned before I think to actually hit back. Too late, I'm pinned and looking at this man's face. His skin is a darker shade than mine, from what I can see in the little light that emits from the hallway. From that same hallway another man appears, this one taller than the first man. Followed by a third man, who looks like the strongest of the three. By the time the forth man walks in the other two have made their ways to either side of the bed, helping the first man restrain me. Suddenly I can't see anymore, my eyes are covered. My other senses I heightened, I hear more footsteps, these farther but coming closer, faster than the others. I'm really panicking now, feeling a hand grab me by the hair pulling my head up, and as quickly as the hand over my mouth is moved it is replaced with a cloth gag. Hands are moving to my wrists and ankles, I kick and try to pull in my hands. I stop abruptly, the shock worse than the pain stinging my cheek. This pervert just slapped me. The second momentary shock has yet again given the strangers an advantage. I'm tied to the bed posts, spread-eagled, without my housecoat. I'm naked and helplessly tied to my own bed. I move my head around, trying to see under the blindfold. The door is only open a crack now, it's so dark it's useless. I try as best I can to close my knees, knowing it will angle away what they seem to be seeking. This is followed by some chuckles. This is when things start getting weird; the strangers aren't shoving their cocks down my throat, up my ass, or even my sex. They are groping me, but the strangest part is how they were groping me. It wasn't rough, it was almost... loving, almost as if they admired my body, worshipped it. This I must be imagining. But they continue, running a hand from my shoulder, along my breast down my leg. Something is wrong. A moan escapes my lips. Something is wrong. I know what I feel, and what I feel does not fit this situation at all. My legs are forced apart, and I feel a tongue, licking between my legs. My weakness. I'm lost in the pleasure. I forget where I am, who I am and what's going on. I feel an orgasm coming, and two fingers are shoved in between my legs, quickly finding my gspot. I come hard. Still coming down from the euphoria, I feel something bigger at my entrance. Before I can even try to protest, not that it would do any good with the gag, he's slowly pushing his length into me. I concentrate really hard on not screaming. It hurts, and I wince, making a sound of pain, and he pulls back some, as if reacting. Okay seriously, what's going on? Something is wrong. These are men who came into my room to rape me, not to please me. And there is condom on this man's penis! A condom!! He's fucking me now, slowly going deeper, and backing out if I wince. I must be imagining this. But there's no way he would want to fuck me like he is, making me moan, thrusting my hips toward him, if this was rape. So what's going on? I quickly forget this question when I feel something soft and wet lapping my clitoris. I soon orgasm again for these strangers. And again. And again. I can tell by the quickening thrusts that the stranger is getting close to orgasm, and slowly but surely he comes in me. Exhausted, I just lay there. This is when I feel the head of another dick at my entrance. He slides in me, taking the place and technique of the last man, except with the help of a finger on my clitoris. Again I come, but this man finishes sooner than the other. I expect the next man to follow suit, as I feel my entrance being penetrated yet again. But as quick as he thrust in, he's out, replaced by another penis yet again. And he to pulls out just a quick. I'm so confused at this change of events it actually shows in my face. I scream. Two cocks are shoved deep inside of me. I really have no idea how they are doing this, but they are managing. As the pain subsides, I start moaning again. And soon I come hard. Several orgasms later one stranger comes, pulling out, followed shortly by the other. My breathing is heavy as I hear footsteps fading. I start panicking once again. Am I going to be left here like this? Where even are you? I move my head around anxiously, trying to see what's going on. The lights flick on and I see that one of the figures hasn't left. He was the last one to come in, the only one I didn't get to see. He comes up beside me and gently turns my face to the side. I allow it in fear that he has a weapon. I feel his hands untying the gag, and gently taking it out of my mouth. He then moves to my feet and unties them, one by one. I instinctively pull my legs together. He moves to my left arm, unties it and walks around to the other side to untie the last restraint. Once I'm loose, he sits down, waiting. I sit up. I reach to the back of my head, unhooking the mask put around my eyes. I squint for a moment and see that it's you. You were the last figure to walk in the room. We stare at each other for a while. Finally, you reach out and pet me. I crawl over to you and you lift me into your lap. I start crying from the overwhelming emotions. You kiss my head and pick me up. I wrap my arms around your neck and you carry me to the bathroom. You set me down next to a full tub. Shifting my body, I gingerly dip my toe in testing it out, still hot. I look at you for an explanation once I'm settled in to water. "One of the...uh,...guests started it on my signal." Soon we are both in the tub and you are gently washing me. When we are both clean you get out and quickly dry off. You offer me a hand, and help me out of the tub and dry me off. We walk across the hall hand-in-hand, and get in to bed. You wrap your arms around me and we fall asleep together, and satisfied. Guests at a Wedding I had known Christine and Rick for a couple of years, but only met them a few times. We lived in different cities and only saw each other when mutual friends had big parties. One day, as I was talking to Christine over IRC, we got to discussing the guys we knew and how "doable" they were. We both mentioned the other's boyfriend... and then each other. Still, it was just girl talk, so we figured nothing would come of it. However, I had recently been talking with my boyfriend Chris, and the idea of a threesome had come up. The idea was well received by him, to put it mildly. After talking to Christine, I emailed Chris at work and gave him a vaguely worded message about how Christine might just be the player we were looking for. Almost immediately he asked if I meant what he thought I meant. When I confirmed this, he had a bit of a bulge to cover up. But this isn't about us girls and Chris. It's about the two of us with Christine's boyfriend, Rick. The three of us were going to be attending the wedding of friends of ours (Chris wouldn't be able to come because he was working in another state at the time). After much talking, we decided we might as well be crazy (you're only young once) and just spend the weekend together. I wonder what the newlyweds would think if they knew? The night before the wedding, the three of us checked into the hotel near the church, and were just hanging around chatting. We were really relaxed and just catching up on news, and I was surprised by my lack of nervousness, considering the circumstances (Chris is my first serious boyfriend, so I felt that I lacked experience). The night didn't really start until Rick excused himself to go to the bathroom. That's when Christine kissed me. And not just a peck, either. She just leaned over me and started frenching me, and after I recovered from my initial surprise, I found that I enjoyed it immensely. So did Rick when he came back to see us making out. Instead of joining us, however, he lay down on the room's other bed and just watched as Christine and I kept up the conversation, occasionally kissing or stroking each other in the meantime. Eventually we decided that we both had too many clothes on, and I took off my shirt and then hers, followed by our bras. After one more kiss that seemed to last forever, I bent my head down and started kissing her neck, slowly sucking the tender flesh into my mouth. Her moaning encouraged me to continue, and after spending some time on both sides of her neck, I made my way downwards toward her breasts. I stayed away from her nipples just at first, wanting to hear her ask me to suck them. It didn't take long, either. She was moaning and softly whispering "Oh fuck" over and over again as I got closer to her nipple, but when I stopped and started kissing the outside of her breast again she told me to stop being such a tease and give her what she wanted. Ask and ye shall receive. I lightly licked her nipples at first, just to be a bit of a bitch, and then I took as much of her tit as I could into my mouth and sucked... slow and gentle at first, and then harder, using my tongue to flick her nipple the way I tease the head of a cock when I'm sucking it. She proceeded to return the favour, pushing me onto my back and climbing half onto me so she could squeeze my tits together and suck on both my nipples at the same time. By that point, both of us were a bit past being able to take things slowly. Christine looked over at Rick and asked him if he'd like to join us, but he seemed content to watch the two of us girls playing with each other. At least, for now. It was after I got back in the upper position that I put my hand into her shorts to reach her pussy. Instead of being coy, though, I just told her to take them off because they were in the way. She told me to do the same, so I did. Now Rick got to see both of us naked. Lucky boy. At this point, he decided that he really would like to join us, after all. As he lay down on the bed, Christine and I did as we had discussed once, and both went down on him. As he looked down at us, we both licked his extremely hard cock, and then let our tongues run together. We kissed around his cockhead, and then Christine went back to licking whilst I took him into my mouth for a nice, long suck. I really do love giving blow jobs. I know that a lot of girls say that, but I guess that there's just something about it that some of us like. I can swallow or not since the taste of cum doesn't thrill me to pieces or anything, but there's something nice about getting all messy (aka: cumshot)... especially since my boyfriend finds it really hot. But I'm digressing. Between the two of us, Christine and I managed to suck his cock for almost an hour. I can keep going forever, personally, but I think Rick was getting to the point where he either had to cum or have a heart attack. Christine was taking him deep and I was sucking his balls when I requested that he cum in my mouth. Piece of free advice: don't say those words unless you plan on having your mouth around a cock in the next 5 seconds or so. I made it, but only just. And, since I didn't want to be greedy, I let Christine share her boyfriend's cum as I kissed her. She and I then decided that we wanted to try going down on each other. I'm sorry to disappoint, but we didn't actually 69. We didn't even 96. There are some things that I think I should leave to the professionals (just for the sake of safety... I might break her neck when I cum). As she went down on me, Rick (with a new hardon in about one minute) started fucking her from behind. I couldn't tell if it was in her ass or not (I was curious, since I knew they were into anal), but I decided that I needed oxygen more than I needed to ask questions, since Christine had me right on the edge of cumming. As she fingered me and licked my clit, I pinched my nipples hard and watched Rick fucking her, and then suddenly I was thrashing around on the bed trying not to make too much noise (it was 4am and there was a room on the other side of the wall with more wedding guests in it). After I calmed down, I returned the favour. Starting at her lips, I kissed Christine with all the energy I could muster. Then I went down to her breasts for another long time. They are just so perfect... large and smooth with cute little nipples... I could suck on them all day. Rick wasn't just standing around, he was giving me one hell of a fingering and a licking that was almost professional it was so good. He didn't fuck me, though, because we had agreed at the outset that that wasn't to happen. By the time I got to her pussy, Christine was dripping all over the bed. It took about 30 seconds of licking before she was screaming her head off (she is just physically incapable of being quiet during orgasm, apparently), and I figured the other guests would be intrigued as to why she was calling out for "Heather" instead of some guy. With the two of us completely drained of all energy, Rick was left with a hardon, poor guy. But while neither of us was able to expend the energy to suck or fuck him at that point, we decided that we'd give him the "infinite vagina" treatment. Christine grabbed the lubricant and poured some onto our hands and his cock and then we gave him a handjob where we just constantly went down his dick, hand over hand, so it felt like he was perpetually thrusting into a neverending pussy. Not bad, eh? After a while, Christine bounced back, and then bounced on top of him and rode him to their mutual satisfaction as I watched and masturbated. By this time it was about 6am, and we had to wake up at 9:30 to make it to the ceremony. They went back to the room's other bed, and I slept in the wet spot.