3 comments/ 38778 views/ 13 favorites There's a Girl in My Soup Ch. 01 By: SteveLee1146 Girl in My Soup 1 My fiancé, Diane, and I were married in a beautiful ceremony, after which we and the wedding party had the necessary formal pictures taken, followed by joining our families, friends, friends of friends, etc. at a lavish reception. There was a crowd of around 150 people there, so large because we both had large families and because Diane's parents were very socially prominent (her father was in politics), necessitating a very long guest list. He was paying for the whole thing so I had no complaints. We had the usual dinner, toasts, etc. and prepared for a long evening of dancing and mingling before we took off for our honeymoon. The reception was held in a large, luxurious building designed for just such occasions. There was the banquet room, various other rooms such as a bridal changing room, cloak rooms, etc. Most interesting was the dancing area which consisted of a large main room with archways leading to a series of connected rooms. The main room was lighted in the normal dance floor dimness, but the side rooms were in a romantically dim, actually rather dark, encouraging a little surreptitious smooching as the dancers went from one to another, in and out through the arches. With the liquor being consumed, I'm sure that a considerable amount of more or less sex play went on. Diane and I, of course, were the center of attention and danced with each other frequently while accepting congratulations and best wishes together and separately. Diane was a beautiful girl, just twenty-one years old with a lovely figure. While her figure was very good over all, she being 5' 4" and weighing 109 pounds, her biggest, most obvious attraction was her breasts. They were C-cup+, but their most noticeable feature was that they stuck out like torpedoes -- cone shaped with no sag, whether she wore a bra or not. Actually, she always wore a bra since she was extremely conservative in dress. Her family background was quite religious and her upbringing had been very puritanical. No dating until she was almost 17, and, even then, almost always double dating with girls of equality conservative backgrounds. We had starting going together when she almost 20 and, when we advanced to the place where some intimacy developed, I discovered that she literally had never been touch sexually! Oh, a couple of dates had tried to feel those breasts, but she had repelled such activists with maidenly shock. Really, few people realized that her breasts were so shapely because she always wore rather concealing blouses and sweaters. However, her wedding gown displayed her assets to perfection, and I know that many people had been startled by that revelation. Actually, even I had been unaware of her proportions until we had a considerable number of dates and our relationship had become serious. We had been going together for almost a year before I was permitted the traumatic (for her) privilege of feeling them. Things progressed nicely after that, because she discovered the real pleasure of being fondled -- even, finally, on her bare skin. The last six months before the wedding was a time of real exploration involving "everything but!" She still insisted on retaining her virginity until she was married, but she came to enjoy being naked with me, being stroked to orgasm and, even, jacking me off to "relieve my tension!" Needless to say, I was eagerly looking forward to that night's activities after the reception. However, a completely unexpected event occurred during the reception that changed everything. I was standing talking to one of my mother's friends when Diane came hurrying toward me with a strange expression on her face. I turned away toward her saying, "Hi, honey. Mrs. Anderson here was just telling me how lovely you look." She smiled at the compliment and we left Mrs. Anderson to mingle with other people, but I could tell that something was wrong. She pulled me aside and blurted out, softly, "Oh, Jim, I was dancing with Ed Simpkins and he felt my breast!" I looked at her with what I knew was a shocked expression as she continued. "We were dancing and laughing about something as we went around the center arch, and as soon as we were in the darker area, he felt me!" "Did he just touch you as you moved around, or was it something more? "No, he just put his hand right on my left breast and squeezed it. He actually felt me. I've never had anyone do that before!" "What did you do?" "I was so shocked at first that I didn't do anything! We actually stopped dancing on the other side of the arch while he felt me! I was so startled that I didn't react at first, so he really got a good feel. Then I jerked away and forced him to start dancing again. He said he was sorry, but I pulled away as soon as we got back in here. I was so afraid that someone might have seen it and I knew that I must have been blushing and looked upset. Oh, I feel funny!" Then, "Are you mad?" "No, not really. Looking at you, I can hardly blame him for getting carried away. There's no real harm done as long as no one else saw anything happen and you feel all right. Are you really upset? I can say something to him if you want me to, but we certainly don't need a scene!" Now, my reaction to having my new wife's tit felt on our wedding day may seem somewhat mild, but it comes with a history. My all-time favorite movie was a very old Peter Sellers film, There's A Girl in My Soup. The movie opens with Sellers at a wedding reception walking up a flight of stairs to a room in which the new bride is changing. He enters the room, locks the door behind him and, shortly afterwards, fucks her. The next scene he casually walks down the stairs, followed a while later by the bride who goes off with her new husband who has been cuckolded on his wedding day before he has her himself. That opening sequence always aroused me, even years later, when I thought of it. The closest thing to that scene that had ever happened to me was at a wedding three years ago. I knew the groom, but not the bride. I was standing at the bottom of a small flight of about three steps when the bride and groom hurried down to leave the reception. Somehow, her foot caught in her gown and she lurched forward toward the floor. Fortunately, I was perfectly stationed to catch her, which I did -- with my right hand grabbing her and holding her up by her left tit. The catch was lucky for her, for she might have been hurt, and fortuitously, I got a very good feel of that tit. As she struggled to get her balance, I was able hold and squeeze her breast, leaving no doubt in her mind that she was being felt. I never saw her again, but I always wondered what went through her mind as she straightened up, looked at me with a half-smile, saying, "Thank you very much." Now, I found myself in the same situation but on the other end -- my wife's tit had been felt. I felt my cock harden at the thought and I added, "No it doesn't bother me at all if you are ok with it." Suddenly, she looked up at me and grinned, saying, "Oh, I know what you're thinking! It's just like what happened to you at that other wedding, isn't it!" I had told her about There's A Girl in My Soup in one of our intimate conversations, even describing my contact with that other bride, and she had made the obvious connection. "That's sexy isn't it? No, I'm not upset at all. I was just afraid that you would be mad or even think that I should have done something different. To be honest, and I wasn't going to admit this, it was exciting." Then, looking down and blushing, "If I hadn't been afraid that someone might have been looking, I might have let him do it longer." Looking shyly up at me, she added, "I'm ashamed to admit it, but I did like it. Is that bad? Are you upset with me?" Quickly looking around to see if anyone were close enough to see, I move close to her, took her hand and put it against my pants and my hard cock and asked, "Does that feel as if I'm upset? It is exciting -- just like when I felt that other bride's tit! It's too bad that you weren't where no one could see and you could have really been felt!" "Why, Jim Arnold, this is disgraceful! Here I am, the new Mrs. Diane Arnold, married for about an hour, had my breast felt and you wish it had been explored more thoroughly! That's disgraceful!" Then, grinning up at me, she asked, "Should I go and have another dance with Ed Simpkins? Would you like that?" "Do you think that you'd like that?" "Uh huh!" "Ok, go ahead!" "I can't believe I'm doing this, but I'll see you in a little while." With that, she grinned again and disappeared through the crowd on the floor. I soon was engaged in conversation with a number of guests who surrounded me, but my mind certainly was not on what was being said. My eye was roaming over the dimly lit dance floor and I finally caught sight of Diane, dancing with Ed just as they disappeared through the arch into the darkened area. I was afraid to dance with anyone myself because my cock was so hard. So, I stood near the buffet table so that I was mostly hidden below the waist while I waited for them to reappear. A good five minutes went by before they came through another arch as a song cycle came to an end. I swear that I almost went off as Diane hurried to me through the crowd. She had a hard time getting to me because she was stopped by well-wishers every few feet, so I met her half way, saying, "Why don't we have a dance?" We made our way onto the dance floor and headed for the darker areas to be alone -- as much as possible. As we went through the same arch, I held her close and pushed my erection against her, saying, "You were gone a long time!" She had had an intense, even nervous look on her face at first, but the feel of me against her brought an impish grin as she was sure that I approved, in the most graphic way, of her tête à tête with Ed Simpkins. "It feels as if you were impatient! Yes, we were a long time and I really had my tits felt." Her use of the word "tits" told me that she was really excited, for I had never heard her use it before. They always were "breasts," or, perhaps, "boobs,' but never "tits." "As soon as we were in the darker area, he put his left hand on me and squeezed by right tit. Then, when we were away from other people, he just felt them both -- just fondling and squeezing them. We were dancing with both my arms down while he played with me. Then, he tried to get his hand down inside my top, but couldn't really do it." "How did it feel? Did you like it? What did you do when he was trying to get inside?" "Gods, I loved it. I felt like I could go off right there on the floor. I really wanted him to get into my bra, but it was just too tight. I can hardly believe it, but we were alone for a short time, and I actually bent over to help him get in. He was able to feel me through my bra, but not get underneath." "Did you want him to get under your bra?" "I wanted him to feel my bare tit! I can't believe how hot I was -- I really wanted him to get into my bra, but he couldn't. It's a strapless bra so that it is really tight. I actually thought of trying to unfasten it, but other people began passing by and I certainly stand out in this white dress! Anyway, I would have to unzip the back to get to the hooks, and I don't think that I could unzip it myself even if I were alone, much less on the dance floor! Regardless, I had to be really careful, but, I wish he could have gotten in! Still, I did get felt and we both wanted that! We'll certainly remember our wedding reception!" We left it at that and went back on the main dance area and, shortly afterwards were forced to return to reality as we talked to friends and guests. In some ways, the reception became something of a downer after the sexual high we had shared. Still, we entered into the fun as everyone made jokes, teased us, wished us well, etc. However, with that many guests the occasion was not really intimate. We circulated around, talking and laughing and danced with several other people. However, my mind remained on the sexual experience, and, finally, when we were together again, I pulled Diane aside and quietly asked, "Would you really like to have him feel your bare tit under your dress?" Her answer was immediate and unequivocal -- "Gods, yes! I've been thinking of it all the time! I don't know why, but the idea just fascinates me. I get hot thinking of it! Boy, what a change -- I never dreamed of being touched, much less felt, and now I want more. This damn bra is just too tight!" "That's what I was thinking about. Look, if we moved over behind the buffet table where no one could be behind us, I could unzip you far enough to undo your bra, zip you up again. Then, if we're careful, you could bend over beside the table and I could pull it out through the front of your dress. I'd put it in my pocket and I don't think it would be obvious that you were braless. Then, you could have another dance and be really explored!" "Oh, honey, do you think we could get away with that. Oh, I would love it! Would you really like to do that and have him feel my bare tit?" "You know I would -- that's all I've been thinking about while I was talking to people! Come on!" We did just as I had suggested, and it turned out to be very easy. We surveyed the food, selecting a snack, as I surreptitiously pulled her zipper down about 12 inches, unhooked her bra with one hand while pointing to the table with the other. I zipped her back up, she bent over beside the table as if she had dropped something, pulled her bra up so I could grab it and, within thirty seconds, she was braless and I had a bra in my pocket. Piece of cake! As I expected, there was no real change in her appearance -- her breasts still protruded like torpedoes. I looked at her face, and she was flushed with anticipation. "Oh, god, I'm excited. I can't believe I'm doing this! I'll be back!" As she moved away, I warned, "Be very careful! There are people everywhere, mostly looking at you!" I watched her leave and begin to mingle with the guests, seemingly moving at random through the crowd. Surprisingly, she even had a short dance with one of her uncles, but shortly afterwards, she and Ed Simpkins "accidently" came together and began a very decorous slow dance, chatting amiably as they went through one of the arches. As they disappeared from view, I was on tender hooks as I tried to maintain a placid, casual conversation with another of her many relatives. All I could think of, as time passed, was that he probably had his hands down the front of her dress, feeling her bare tits. A fair amount of time did pass, certainly plenty of time for a through exploration, and I impatiently awaited her report on her excitement as they finally came into view again. As they parted, I was surprised to see him sort of shrug his shoulders as she patted his arm, saying something. I looked eagerly at her face as she turned away from him, and even in the dim light of the dance floor, I could see that something was wrong. She had a fixed smile on her face as she went by people, but as she came up to me in the better lit area, it disintegrated into a look of real frustration. We moved to a more a more private area, behind the buffet table again, and I asked, what's wrong? Didn't anything happen?" "Damn, damn, damn! We started dancing and moved directly toward the arches. He had his hand on my tit as soon as we were in the darker area, and really felt and squeezed it as we moved further in. It felt wonderful and I was really excited. But, damn it, we were never alone for me to bend over enough for him to reach inside! Then, he even had to take his hand off of my boob because people were right beside us -- including my aunt Harriet!" Then, with a wry smile, she admitted, "This is ridiculous! Here I am, just married, never had a man really feel by breast, even outside my clothes, and I'm crushed that Ed Simpkins didn't get to reach into my bridal gown and feel me. He did feel my tit through my dress with no bra underneath and he even said, 'wow, no bra' as he did it. I should be wildly excited or," looking up at me, "ashamed at myself, but, damn it, I wanted him to put his hand in! I was all ready!" It's amazing, here my new wife had just confirmed that another man had thoroughly felt her braless tit through the fabric of her bridal gown and I was deflated -- as she was. Neither of us would have dreamed of such a scenario a few hours ago, and here we were, disappointed that he hadn't been able fondle the bare tit, itself! Nonetheless, that was the fact. Turning her back to the crowd, I reached up and squeezed her myself, saying, "At least he got this far -- and you feel wonderful! This will still be the highlight of this reception!" That brought a smile back to her face, so I added, "Come on, let's go celebrate our wedding day with our friends. We can talk about all of this later. It'll get us hot then -- as if we'll need it!" And, that's just what we did. I think we both were able to return to the happy, carefree feeling we had had before this sexual interlude took place. However, I still was in an unusual mood, having my There's A Girl in My Soup fantasy realized in a way, certainly more than I ever had expected and even more than my own brief feeling of that other bride's breast. I certainly assumed that the experience was over and I was looking forward to talking about it when we were alone. That changed, however, in a peculiar way. All of the intake of various liquids caused me to leave the hall and go down a corridor to the restroom. I really wasn't paying attention and I turned right when I should have turned left. Realizing my mistake, I started to turn back when I realized that I was in the hallway leading to the dressing room. Suddenly, I had an epiphany. I used the restroom, thinking furiously (scheming, actually) as I did so, and hurried out to find my bride. She was in the center of a group of adoring friends and it took some time, and a few surreptitious nods, to free her from her admirers. We moved back to the usual spot at the buffet table and I surprised her by saying, "I think I have a way for you to get your tit really felt!" Her face told me all I needed to know about what she wanted, so I went on. "Look, the dressing room you used is right down that corridor." She nodded. "You could tell Ed to go down that corridor as if he were going to the restroom, turn right instead of left, and go into the dressing room. He could wait there and you could slip away and join him. No one would miss you for a few minutes and you could let him feel you, maybe even let him see your tits! He could unzip you enough to see them. I remember that there are several big closets in there and, if anyone did come along, he could duck in one of them. What do you think?" Her face lit up like a light bulb as she reached out a squeezed my hand. "Oh, Jim, that's wonderful!" Then, hesitantly, "You really wouldn't mind if he saw my tits? That's going pretty far." "Gods, no! Remember, I thought of it! I just wish I could be there!" Suddenly a thought flashed through my mind. "Wait here!" I down a different hallway to where I had left several suitcases and things that were to go with us when we left. Fortunately, they had not been put in the car yet. I quickly opened a carryall, took out a small HD movie camera, put it in my pocket and hurried back to Diane. Trying to look composed rather than out of breath from hurrying, I said, "I'll go into the dressing room and set this camera up. It has a movement sensor and it will start recording when someone comes into view. It can be hidden easily, and we'll have a movie record of you showing off and being felt! What do you think?" There's a Girl in My Soup Ch. 01 "Oh, Jim, that's perfect! Just make sure that it can't be seen. My god, I'm excited!" It was just a few minutes work to enter the dressing room, find a good location on a shelf and set up the camera. It had a wide-angle lens, so it covered the entire room and I was satisfied that anything that went on would be recorded. Then, rejoining Diane, I squeezed her hand and said, "Ok, go get Ed!" I busied myself with talking with people and even, dancing with my new mother while secretly watching the door to that favorite corridor. Suddenly, as the dance ended, I saw Ed Simpkins disappear into the passageway. I glance casually around, looking for Diane, of course, but didn't see her as her mother and I joined her father and began a conversation, on which I had a hard time concentrating, about how well the reception was going. Fortunately, I thought, we were close enough to the passageway that I would be able to see Diane when she went to her assignation. Diane's mother complimented me, and Diane, about how nice it was that we were mingling separately to meet everyone. Everything was going well and I assumed that Diane would soon be going down that same corridor. Then, the bad luck that seemed to be plaguing us cropped up again. Diane's mother looked around just in time to spot her heading for the hallway, and quickly said, "Oh, there's Diane. I want to talk with her." She hurried across the room and was able to intercept her daughter just before she disappeared. All I could do was stand there with her father, trying to pay attention to what he was saying, as the two of them went down the corridor together. If Diane had been frustrated by the previous disappointment, I knew that she would be positively crushed by this one! I stood there, shifting from one foot to the other, nervously waiting for them emerge, wondering how I would be able to console Diane about this latest piece of bad luck. Almost ten minutes went by, when, to my shock, Diane's mother came out alone and walked over to where we were standing. Obviously, I was looking back at the corridor, for Diane, when her mother explained. "The reason I wanted to catch Diane was to try to get her to rest awhile before you two leave. The reception is supposed to be over in about an hour and she needs to get ready to go. It's been a wonderful event -- the wedding and all -- but I know that she must be tired. So, I insisted that she go into the dressing room and rest awhile before she changes clothes for your trip." "Oh, you were in the dressing room just now," I asked, figuring out that Ed obviously had been able to conceal himself when he heard them coming." "Yes, we went to the restroom and then to the dressing room. I helped her take off her gown and hung it up and I'll get it before we leave. Oh, yes, she said that her bra had been bothering her and that you have it!" She smiled saying, "I wondered why she was braless because I knew that she had it on at the wedding! Now, there's a nice chaise in the dressing room and I told her to lie down and rest for a half-hour or so before she dresses. That will be plenty of time to make your grand exit!" Then, she surprised me, given her conservative inclination, by saying, with a giggle very reminiscent of her daughter, "It's a good thing that you weren't there! Seeing her lying on the chaise wearing nothing but panties -- you wouldn't have wanted to leave your new wife! I told her to lock the door behind me -- we wouldn't want the new bride to be viewed like that!" Her father laughed at that and at my obvious discomfiture, but my reaction wasn't so much to her comment (that hit me later), but the realization that my almost naked bride was alone in a room with a man who had already felt her tits and undoubtedly would want more. And, as hot as Diane was, he might get it. This new bride was going to be viewed like that! All of a sudden I was faced with a real There's a Girl in My Soup situation! To this day, I have no idea what reply I made or what I did for the next 40 to 45 minutes. Evidently, I appeared to be normal, my conversation must have been cogent -- but my mind was in that small dressing room. I had watched the hallway closely for upward of 10 minutes, figuring that Diane would let him explore her for that long and then send him away. After that, I had no illusions as to what was occurring in that little room. I had the wildest swing of emotions, ranging from jealousy, as one would expect, to a wild sexual arousal that caused the biggest erection I had ever had. The congratulations became more boisterous as the reception approached it's end, several people asking me if I had lost my bride already. Finally, Diane's mother came over and said, "I wonder if Diane has fallen asleep. Maybe I should go and check on her. You two should be leaving soon." That, I was afraid, would create a disaster, so, both reluctant and eager, I said, "No, I'll go and get her! If she is asleep, I'll wake her and help her get ready. You can get things ready here." So, with the wildest feeling of anticipation combining with a funny sense of embarrassment and dread, I approached the dressing room door, half afraid of having it come open and Ed coming out. I hesitantly knocked on the door and, listening closely, I heard the sound of scrambling around and, faintly, the click of what I knew was a closet door going shut. "It's me, Diane. It's getting late and your mother thinks that we had better get going." There's a Girl in My Soup Ch. 02 I heard the lock being undone, and, as the door swung open, I saw my new wife, my bride standing there, totally naked except for her garter belt and hose. I needed no verbal confirmation of what I had expected – my virgin bride was still my bride, but no longer a virgin! Even if I hadn't known, the evidence was unavoidable. Her hair was disarranged and my eye was drawn like a magnet to what could only be several large hickeys on her tits. My eyes went down to her cunt, and saw that the hair, even the triangle, was matted. Even more damning, as she stood there, what had to be cum began running down her thighs toward her hose tops. I had the immediate realization that my knock probably had interrupted them at the moment of orgasm. As she confirmed later, he was coming inside her (for the third time) when my knock came. He jerked out of her, spraying her with cum, and ducked into the closet, fortunately, taking his clothes with him, leaving her to face what he surely thought would be an irate husband! After I ran my eyes over her, I focused on her face, seeing a facial expression that was an unbelievable combination of shock, guilt, fear – all waiting for my reaction. She had gone from the throes of orgasm to devastating reality in seconds! Her mouth was open, but nothing came out. As she said later, she had absolutely no idea as to what to say or do. She knew, of course, that she had gone far beyond anything we had thought of and that she had committed an act that might be unredeemable. My eyes quickly scanned the room, certain, obviously, that Ed was safely out of sight in the closet, and I spoke in, surprisingly, a normal tone, saying, "We were afraid that you had fallen asleep, and your mother was going to come check on you but, fortunately, I came instead, since you're not dressed." Reaching out, I pulled her to me and kissed her, squeezing her tit as I did so. "Come on, honey! Get your travelling clothes on and we'll start a wonderful honeymoon." Even today, I can't believe my aplomb, but I actually was seeing what I had expected – although much more graphic that I could have anticipated! The relief on her face was like the sun breaking through storm clouds. She put her arms around me, hugged me close, and replied, "Oh, I'm sorry, dear. I've been lying on the lounge all this time, not even aware of the time." Then, looking down at herself, realizing for the first time just how messed up she was, she added, "Oh my, I really need to get cleaned up before I put on my "going away" clothes." She looked down at her cunt and legs, got a weird expression on her face as she saw the physical evidence of her infidelity, saying, "I really need a shower!" I reached out and touched the hickeys on her tits and ran my fingers through her cum coated cunt hair and replied, "Oh, you don't look too bad! Of course, if the crowd saw you like that, they would be shocked, but you'll have your clothes on!" As I said that, reached up and took the camera off the shelf and focused close-up, making sure that everything was revealed. I even had her lie back, quietly, on the chaise and open her legs, recording her extremely well used cunt and wet thighs. She wrinkled her face at me, and said, in a resigned tone, "Well, I can't shower here, so I'll just have to go as I am – dressed, of course. Give me my bra – I think that I'll just wear it and keep my other one for tomorrow." It was fascinating, seeing her take the bra that we had removed so that Ed could feel her (boy, did that get out of hand) and fit her marked up tits into it. She started to put on a new garter belt and new hose, but, looking down at her wet legs, she said, "I think that I'll wear the same hose and save my new ones for later. Maybe I'll just put my wedding panties back on until I can get a shower! Where did I put them?" She was looking around for them, and I reached down and picked them up off of the floor where they had been thrown. She grinned at me as she pulled them up over her wet and leaking cunt. In a way, her aplomb was as unbelievable as mine, going from being a new bride caught in flagrante on her wedding day, to being a co-conspirator with her cuckolded husband – a term that I had applied with scorn to the groom in There's A Girl in My Soup. However, since I had had a role in Diane's infidelity, I was enjoying the event and I actually accepted the term as a part of the whole episode. She put on the very pretty suit that she had bought for "going away" (an antiquated term) and, somehow, looked like the young, innocent bride she was supposed to be. Finally, she stood in front of the full length mirror on the closet door (!), combed her hair, fixed her makeup and said, "Well, that's the best I can do. Not too bad after lying around on a chaise all this time! Good heavens, I had no idea that I had been here so long. People have thought that I had gotten lost!" I recorded all of this – I even included a shot of the closet door behind which Diane's lover hid! "You look lovely! I think the rest did you good. You look nice and fresh, ready to meet the crowd again!" "Well," with a very impish grin, "I'm not very fresh under my clothes, but they can't see that! In any case, I'm very glad that I came in here. I'll certainly remember lying on that chaise as one of the most pleasant part of the wedding!" This last was said toward the closet – but, of course, was greeted by complete silence." We left the room without further conversation, but I gave her a hug as she closed the door on the place where she had just committed adultery – adultery before her husband had had her! Oddly enough, neither of us thought of that part of the sexual activity – adultery – until much later, but she, at worst, tied the record for committing that sin after marriage! Actually, I wasn't thinking of much at all as we walked together back to meet our family and guests. Later, we joked about her having a scarlet letter on her brow and me having a regal set of horns, but, obviously, those stigmata didn't really show. That certainly would have been a shock to everyone! It was clear that the crowd had been waiting for our appearance, and we were met with applause and smiling faces. Diane's new suit was a hit, with women pouring compliments over her – but, fortunately, they couldn't see her scandalous condition under it! In any case, I shook hands with dozens of men and she received kisses from almost everyone. With a final embrace with our parents and closest friends, we made our way to the out "get-away" car. Waving to the well-wishers, we drove away, with the prerequisite cans attached and the "just married" sign on the back. (These were removed after a mile or two!) A friend was driving us to a luxurious hotel, about 10 miles away, where we had the bridal suite reserved for the night, and where the hotel's shuttle would deliver us and our luggage to the dock for a honeymoon cruise. It's amazing how one can act so calmly and normally when their mind in in a complete jumble. Diane and I checked in at the hotel, were shown the amazing bridal suite and, after tipping the grinning bell boy, found ourselves really alone since we became man and wife. In any conventional situation, that would lead to hugging, kissing and exchanging loving words. Depending on the timing and other plans, those things would lead, inevitably, to bed. For us, that scenario played out, but we had the overwhelming question of her sexual activities to cover first. It was awkward at first, and neither of us knew quite how to broach the subject – the proverbial elephant in the room. Finally, after the kissing, hugging, etc., and a difficult period of silence, she broke the stalemate by saying, "Oh, Jim, I'm so sorry! I never meant to go so far, but things just got out of hand!" Then, almost crying, "I meant to let him feel me and then leave, but one thing led to another and he was in me before I even realized what I was doing! I still can't believe this! I wanted you to be the first one to take me and, before I could think what I was doing, it was too late! You've been wonderful since you came into the dressing room, but I'm afraid that I've ruined everything!" "Oh, honey! Don't think like that! I wish that I could have been the first in you, and, in a way, I'll probably always regret that! But, I helped put you in the situation where you ended up being screwed and, I'll admit, the whole thing excites me. I've dreamed of a 'There's A Girl in My Soup' situation, but only as a fantasy – but now, the fantasy has come true! I don't know what I would have done if I had known that sending you to that room would have had you screwed, but, now that it has happened, I like it! "It's perverse, I guess, but, after the fact, I'm glad my wife had her virginity taken by another man on my wedding day! When I saw you standing naked and obviously fucked when you opened the door, my cock almost hurt it was so hard. I would have liked to have put you down on that chaise and had you right where Ed Simpkins took you! I would have liked to have screwed you while he was hiding in that closet, listening! I thought about it for a second, but I knew that your mother would come searching if we hadn't shown up pretty quickly. So, you've done nothing wrong and I'll prove it right now – take off your clothes!" Diane looked up at me, her eyes glistening with tears, but her face wreathed in smiles. Wrapping her arms around me, hugging me, she gasped out, "Oh, honey, I'm so happy you feel that way! I did want to be seen and felt, but I never dreamed of being screwed! Actually, I'm sure that Ed had no thought of that when he went to the dressing room. When he came out of the closet and saw me, I think he was so shocked that he didn't know what to do – and neither did I. What happened next was just two people being overcome by the situation. I still feel very funny about it, though. He actually was in me – inside of me! He had me! No man but you had even seen my breasts, and he not only saw everything, he was in me! It's a very peculiar feeling!" With that, she began stripping her clothes off (as did I). It didn't take long until she stood there almost naked, just as she had back in the dressing room. When her bra came off, I was startled to see how many hickeys adorned her tits, several having become much darker as time had passed. I quickly went over to my camera bag, took out my digital still camera and took several close-up pictures. Obviously, her nipples and the flesh around them had been well sucked; several of the marks were evident over a week later. As she took off her panties, you could see that the crotch-piece was completely soaked, and, it was immediately obvious that her cunt was still leaking what could only be cum from Ed's cock. The cum on her hose-tops had dried, leaving a perceptible residue which was joined by a new trickle running down her thigh. In addition, her cunt hair was still matted down where that last jet had gone, several spots making what really were little puddles protected from drying by the hair over them. I took several very revealing pictures as she stood there, and, then, after pulling the bedspread down, had her lie back with her legs up and open as I recorded the most blatant evidence of adultery. I was naked, my cock as hard as it ever had been, and I was sorely tempted to mount her right then. However, I had a weird urge to touch her cunt and feel the viscous liquid coating it and, still, leaking out. "Gods, Diane, he must have put a quart of stuff up you!" The thick cum made a little stream that left her cunt and ran, slowly like molasses, down the lips all the way to her asshole. I put my finger down and wiped upwards, keeping it from wetting the sheets. Without thinking, I put the finger in my mouth, quickly pulling it out as I realized what I was doing. I stared between her legs, astounded by how wet and "messy" she was. Later, when we looked at the pictures, I was still shocked. The leaking was, of course, coming out of her cunt hole, but both lips were evenly coated and, as said before, her hair was full of cum from that last ejaculation. Of course, her panties had blotted up some, but they, themselves, were so wet that everything external was still coated. Actually, in retrospect, I realized that not a great deal of time had passed since Diane was screwed. Hardly an hour had passed from when Diane and her mother had gone to the restroom to when she and I joined the crowd after leaving the dressing room. The drive to the hotel took, at most twenty minutes, and ten minutes later, I was looking at her used cunt! It had seemed like a long time after the event, but it really wasn't. She hadn't even gone to the bathroom, so her cunt hadn't even been wiped, much less washed. Everything outside was still there, spread around a bit, but still there! The cum inside was, naturally, still running out. That was when something totally unexpected occurred, something that I would never have considered doing! As said before, Diane had a very conservative background and had been a virgin two hours ago. However, in the last six months we had advanced to doing many non-penetrating things, including her sucking my cock (not coming in her mouth) and me licking her cunt. This last had quickly become what was undoubtedly her favorite sex act, and one which always sent her into paroxysms of pleasure as she went off. As she lay there, her legs up and open, I used that same finger to rub her clit, not intending to arouse her (that was already done), but to feel the slickness of the area. However, she immediately began to flex up and down, obviously losing herself in the excitement built up in the entire afternoon. Then, shockingly, without thinking, or really aware, until later, of what she was asking, she gasped out, "Lick me! Oh, lick me!" I hesitated, my mind suddenly in a muddle, trying to think of what to do. Then, almost by reflex, I bent down to give her what she was literally was begging for. I tentatively flicked the tip of my tongue over her clit, and she reacted by rising against it. I responded by continuing that flicking in a steady rhythm, and, to my surprise, felt no revulsion. In fact, I let my tongue explore further down, encountering that flow of cum from her vaginal opening. As I licked through the lips, removing the viscous liquid, it was immediately replaced with more. For some reason, not only was I not repelled by the taste, I actually became even more aroused as I knew that I was lapping up another man's sperm from my wife's cunt. I began, eagerly, to lick around the area, encountering the same taste all around the cunt, itself. I licked back to Diane's asshole, gathering what had seeped out before. I kept going back to the cunt hole to get more fresh cum as it flowed out, and then going further around until more had collected at the opening. I even went up into her cunt hair and licked up the puddles that had shot there from his last ejaculation. That was very strong tasting, having partly dried, but, I relished it. I don't know how long this process went on, but I cleaned most, if not all, of Ed's cum from around Diane's cunt. I'm sure that she had several smaller orgasms, almost continually, in fact, as she gyrated about, pushing upward toward my servicing tongue. Finally, after the external coating was gone, I concentrated on licking and sucking the hole, itself, bringing s quick burst of cum into my mouth. Then, overcome by my own needs, I rose up, moved in between her thighs, and plunged my cock into her for the first time. I slid in easily, her virginal barrier gone and the passageway lubricated with cum from her previous, adulterous, intercourse. It was my first penetration of her cunt, but as I discovered later, the fourth time that a cock had entered her! It seemed that the excitement of fucking a virgin bride on her wedding day had raised Ed's capacity to super-human heights! He had entered her, broken her hymen, and gone off almost immediately! However, he pulled out and shifted position, penetrating her with his still-hard cock, and began another, considerably longer, screwing. Then, after coming in her a second time, he pulled out again and they had a period of fervent "making out," followed by a third entrance and prolonged fucking, climaxing in another ejaculation, half-in and half-out of Diane as I knocked on the door! It was that that last emission that sprayed onto her cunt and into her hair. So, after all that licking and sucking, there were still copious amounts of sperm inside to facilitate my entrance! Our first sexual intercourse as a married couple didn't last long, but it was intense. Both of us were overly aroused when my cock went into her, and neither of us had any thought, if we thought at all, of prolonging the experience. In fact, to be honest, it probably had nothing at all to do that we had just been married and that we were husband and wife. That came later as we calmed down a bit and thought of each other as we screwed. This time was nothing more than two wildly excited people who had had a series of unbelievably erotic experiences that made the sex act an animalist, impersonal joining of cunt and cock. Frankly, I wasn't the least bit concerned as to whose cunt I was in and, equally, I don't think that Diane cared that it was me at that time! We both wanted physical satisfaction and we got it. Actually, I believe that she was on the edge of orgasm as I entered her and my cock was ready to burst, so, after a brief series of penetrating, piston-like strokes, I exploded inside of her, joining my cum with the remnants of what Ed had deposited there earlier. She, at the same time, was jerking upward, grinding against me, almost spastic in climax. We held together for a few moments until our passion subsided and coherent thought returned. My cock remained hard, although my driving need had been satisfied, and I just stayed in Diane, slowly moving in and out. Now, really for the first time, I was really aware that it was Diane. However, the whole situation was so bizarre that it was still much different from a normal consummation of a married couple's wedding. Happily, the was a sudden burst of mutually shared affection that, for a time (short) put the There's a Girl in My Soup aspect of our relationship out of our minds. I lowered myself down on her, she embraced me and we kissed while I continued the very pleasant act of slowly screwing her. I can honestly say that the second sex act between us was more "sexual intercourse" than fucking, and when we build up to the climax, it was more "having" Diane, herself, rather than just using a cunt. When the explosion came, it was not quite as frenetic as the first time, but very satisfying! I rolled off of her and we lay, quietly, side by side, neither really wanting to break the silence. Finally, Diane spoke up, "That was wonderful! Oh, it felt so good!' There was a long, pregnant pause as she steeled herself to bring up something that was worrying her. "I hope that you didn't mind licking me. I was so hot from everything and so relieved that you weren't unhappy about what that I had done, that I really wanted it. I knew how wet I was... from all that ....." She stammered a bit, trying to say just what she meant. "Oh, damn, from Ed, I mean! I meant to take a shower and clean up before we did anything, but we got carried away....and I know that I had to be messy down there!" Then, blushing, she hesitantly added, "Gods, I know he put lots of stuff in me... and on me and...and ...and it must have been awful for you!" Now, it was my turn to be hesitant. I didn't want her to get the wrong idea, but I also wanted to relieve her mind. "No, honey, it didn't bother me at all. Your cunt always is very wet when I lick you, and I know that being licked really excites you. And, you know that when you get really hot from being licked, it excites me too. It certainly did this time and I'm really glad that you were so wet – and messy, for that matter! Ed's stuff was all over you and your cunt was really full, but I didn't care! In fact, once I started, I really liked knowing that I was tasting the cum that he had put in and on you! I never would have thought of anything like that, but it almost made me a part of you being fucked! Also, I loved how you cunt felt with his cum around my cock as I screwed you. In a way, Ed helped us consummate our marriage!" There's a Girl in My Soup Ch. 02 "Oh, darling, I'm so happy! I'm so glad that you didn't mind licking me – I knew that I was asking you to do something that might upset you, but I was so hot and the idea overwhelmed me! I had the same feeling that you did – I wanted you to...to...oh, I don't know... be part of my first fucking by tasting the cum of the man who had had me! He broke my hymen, put his sperm in me, and my husband sucked it out! God's, I hope that that doesn't seem too perverted! And I love the idea that he helped us consummate our marriage! In a way, he had both of us!" "Wow, I hadn't thought of it that way, but you're right. His cum is in both of us! I knew as I licked and sucked you that I was right where his cock had been and that what I was tasting had come right out of that cock! It poured out of you when I sucked your cunt, so I got a lot of it! His cock put stuff in both of us – I'm really glad that you wanted to be licked! And, as I said, I'm glad that I got to screw you with his sperm still in your cunt! I certainly have no interest in Ed or his cock, but your wet cunt really excites me! " Giggling, "Well, I certainly was well lubricated – it felt so good when you were in me! You know, though, the second time was best, by far, and, in some ways, that was really the first time. Ed was in me three times, but we were...well, the best word might be 'rutting.' That first time you had me was much the same. All four times were just – I don't like to say it – fucking. We were so hot that we individually went off. The second time we did it, though, it was more 'love making.' I guess the result is the same, but it felt different!" I, of course, agreed, for it was clear that both of us were so aroused the first time that we had little thought of who the other party was. Obviously, we were not completely oblivious to the other person, not just a cock in a cunt, but, still, we were lost in satisfying our separate needs. The second time was, as she said, more "love making" because we were aware of each other as our new husband or wife. This was clearly evident later when we looked at the video the camera captured of our first intercourse. It may seem odd that the camera caught that first time, but, for me, setting up the camera as soon as we were alone was second nature. I'm a semi-professional photographer, the person other people ask to commemorate their major events, and, in this case, I took the camera out of my pocket and placed it where it could capture everything that happened in the room. Of course, I had no idea that we would consummate our marriage quite so soon, but I knew that it would happen, so the recorder was ready. In any case, Diane was finally able to take that shower that she had needed back at the reception (actually, we took it together), and, after dressing, we went down to the dining room for our first meal as a married couple. It felt like everyone in the room was watching us – as if we had a "just married" sign on us – but we probably were just too self-conscious. The dinner was excellent, but we were both eager to get back to our room, the bridal suite, to continue our explorations and, especially, to watch our own There's a Girl in my Soup epic with Diane starring! There's a Girl in My Soup Ch. 03 I had downloaded the video from the camera while we were dressing, so it was ready for viewing as soon as we returned. We both were eager to see the recording, but Diane, as might be expected, had mixed feelings – aroused, but fearful at the same time. She accepted my statement that I had no qualms about her activities, but she was afraid that when I actually saw her being screwed, that I might regret what had happened. I suspect that her worries were logical, given the circumstances, but those concerns were quickly eliminated when she saw my reaction to her performance. For me, it was the most unbelievably erotic thing I had ever seen or, really, imagined. It was if the scene in There's A Girl in My Soup had been played out in its entirety rather than being cut off just as the good part was beginning! As we watched it, we were both naked, and my cock was so hard that it hurt. I was afraid to touch it for fear that it would erupt all over the bed. Diane, beside me, had no such fear, and was playing with her cunt almost from the beginning. Any reservations that we had about everything that happened – and I don't know that we had any except for Diane's fears – vanished almost immediately. The picture started with a view of me leaving the room after setting up the camera. There was the usual blank scene as the camera shut off after movement stopped after I left, followed by Ed Simpkins stepping inside the room. He looked nervous as he looked around before hurrying to the closet furthest from the door and stepping inside and shutting the door behind him. The camera shut down for a moment until the outer door opened and Diane and her mother came in. Diane's head and eyes went immediately to the closet as they continued their conversation. Her mother was saying, "You've had a long day and you're going to be tired tonight. Oh, you look beautiful in that dress! It was a beautiful wedding and the reception has been perfect! I think that you should change into your travelling clothes now. That way I'll be able to help you take your gown off. I doubt that you can get to the zipper." "Oh, mother, I don't think that I should take that long! It would seem peculiar if the bride wasn't there right to the end!" "Now, don't be silly! You have to change before you can leave – everyone knows that. Here, let me get your suit out." The sound came through very clearly from the camera and I could hear nervousness in Diane's voice as she replied, "Oh, mother, I know that I have to change, but I'll just rest for a few minutes here and then come back out in my gown to see our guests one more time." Of course I knew, as her mother didn't, why Diane wanted to stayed dressed! While she badly wanted Ed to see and feel her breasts, she hadn't thought of him seeing her without her wedding gown. However, she was trapped by her mother who, with maternal instincts, wanted her daughter to rest before leaving the reception. "Come on Diane, you're being silly!" Then, with arched brows and a knowing expression, she continued, "I know that Jim will want you to be well rested when you get to the hotel! Now, come over here and let me undo your zipper." Helpless to explain why she wanted to stay dressed, Diane stood there, a confused and anxious expression on her face. Inexorably, her zipper was pulled down, the dress slipped off of her shoulders, and, very shortly thereafter, she stood there, a delectable figure wearing only her panties, garter belt and hose! Her mother's surprised reaction was, "Why Diane, what happened to your bra?" She accepted, without further questioning, Diane's explanation and that I had it in my pocket. "Well, I knew you had it on at the wedding! It doesn't matter. Your other, 'going away' underwear is in the case there. Here, I'll hang up your gown and pick it up after you're gone." Then, almost giving Diane a heart attack, she opened the closet door, took out a hanger and hung her wedding gown on it, saying, "There's your suit for later." Happily, Ed was in the other closet, otherwise this would have been a very different story. Diane stood there, half naked, in way over her head, not having any idea of what to do. Surprisingly, however, as she admitted later, her mind was in turmoil, half fearful and thinking that she should get clothes on before Ed came out, the other half excited at the idea of being seen as she was. At that point, doing anything other than permitting Ed to see and feel her was never crossed her mind. Watching the movie with me, lying naked in bed, she said, "I was scared but very hot, and I thought that I would let him really feel me, say that I had to get back to the reception and let him watch me dress! That idea really excited me! Then, mother threw me into a tizzy!" "It's a good thing that I came up here rather than Jim! Seeing you standing there like that, I don't think that he'd wait till tonight! I think that you need to stay here and rest awhile – I'll tell Jim so he won't wonder where you are. You've talked to everyone already, so relax awhile and then change into your suit and you'll be ready to leave. Here, you just lie down here on this lounge and maybe even take a short nap. It's about 45 minutes before you're scheduled to leave, so don't hurry! Now, don't argue with me! I'll go out and get everything ready for your grand entrance in your beautiful suit. Lock the door behind me – we don't want anyone to walk in and see you like that!" She left and shut the door behind her. Diane commented, "If I had been dressed, I think I would have run after her! My mind was a complete muddle – I was so aware of being almost naked that the desire to be seen and felt was swallowed up! The idea of another man seeing me like that was incomprehensible! I honestly never even thought of anything but that I didn't want him to see that much of me. I suppose that I was naive, but doing anything more than having my tits seen and felt on my wedding day never occurred to me. If I had had a skirt on, I think that I would have welcomed being alone with him, but I just felt too exposed! Anyway, I was stuck, so we'll see what happened." (Again, her use of the word "tits" was very rare, and it showed her level of excitement.) Her nervousness was obvious in the picture as she reluctantly walked to the door and turned the lock. There was a long pause as she just stood there, not knowing what to do. Her quandary was ended as the closet door quietly opened as Ed peeked out to see if the way was clear. As his eyes focused on Diane, you could tell that he was almost overcome by the sight. Here he was expecting to have a minute or two, perhaps longer, to pull her dress down and play with her tits. Instead, he saw this beautiful young woman, a new bride, standing there wearing only a pair of very brief and very thin panties. His eyes didn't literally fall out, but even in the picture you could see then open wider as he took in the sight. It was an awkward moment – neither knowing just what to do – until Ed finally broke out of his trance and came over to her. She just stood there, looking down, still in a trance of her own, as he hesitantly reached up and cupped her tits. It was an unbelievable sight! Her tits had never been seen by another man, much less felt, and there she was, having them fondled and squeezed! Her reaction was just as amazing! Rather than pulling away in shock or maidenly modesty, Diane thrust them forward into his hands! Her downcast eyes now looked up at him, a look of excitement and arousal on her face. Obviously, she welcomed his exploration and made no effort to disguise the fact. It was the most erotic sight I had ever seen, or, probably, ever will see. My new wife, my bride, standing there with his hands running over her, she clearly and active participant in the scandalous activity. In some way, the panties, garter belt and hose made it more lascivious than if she had been completely naked. I swear I almost went off as I saw his hands roaming over her, first just on her breasts and, gradually, one going down onto her panties. Diane, watching beside me, may actually have done so as her fingers played between her legs. Neither of us said a word as the sex play continued in front of us. For me, the whole situation was surreal – I was looking at the equivalent of a porn show which was exciting in itself, but also seeing my new wife ready to have sex with another man on my wedding day! For Diane, she was shocked to see herself being fondled, unbelievably aroused by it, but, in the background, a fear at what was about to happen – fear that I might regret what I was about to see, combined with a bit of inevitable guilt. Still, neither of us could take our eyed off of the screen as the progression toward adultery proceeded. On the screen, it was obvious that Diane was lost in the throes of sexual excitement. As Ed's fingers ran over her panties, her pelvis pushed forward, increasing the contact. The fingers cupped her public bone, pulling upwards as she surged toward him. His other hand was still on her tit, squeezing it so that the nipple seemed to pop up like a small cock. The position was awkward, still standing, having to stagger a bit to maintain their balance. Spontaneously, they began kissing, open-mouthed, something that Diane normally disliked. However, she eagerly entered into it, and, even on the screen, you could see their tongues probing each other's mouth. Suddenly, and you could tell when it happened, his fingers found her clit through her panties, causing her knees to bend and her legs to separate. That was too much for their precarious balance, and they almost fell, Ed barely able to hold her up. Putting his one arm around her back while still holding her by her cunt through her panties, Ed managed to move them over to the lounge and they collapsed on it together. The kissing started anew while he really began rubbing her clit, causing her spread her legs and begin humping up in down in wild excitement. Then, abruptly, he pulled away from her as she lay there, and, grasping the waistband of her panties on each side, he, without opposition, simply pulled them off. There, for the first time as a married woman, Diane was completely naked – but the man looking down at her wasn't her husband! She made no effort to cover herself, and, instead, actually spread her legs, completely exposing her cunt. She lay there, sprawled open, as Ed quickly pulled off his pants and shorts, and came down on her. His cock stuck out like a torpedo, long and hard, as he directed it toward her open cunt. Totally inexperienced, she instinctively pulled her knees up almost to her tits, obviously welcoming his penetration. Then, even more shocking (both to me and to Diane who had no memory of doing it), as his cock came against her cunt without finding the hole, she actually reached down and, taking in in her fingers, she put the head at her opening. Instantly, Ed pushed inward into what was obviously a very wet cunt. Even so, her opening was unused and the penetration, as we watched it, was slow, a series of short in-and-out jabs, getting in a bit further each time. There was no sign of pain on her face as he worked it in, but the tightness of her cunt prevented a quick entrance. It was mesmerizing, in an unreal way, watching the slow deflowering of my new wife. Both Diane and I stared with unbelievable intensity as the scenario, the taking of her virginity, played out before us. Then, suddenly, the process changed, because, while the in-and-out movement continued, actually getting more rapid, the slow but continual advance into her seemed to stop as if his cock had hit a barrier. It was immediately apparent to both of us that he had hit her hymen! For the first time, she winced a bit and we heard an "ooh!" sound from her. But, significantly, she made no effort to pull back or to avoid what was coming. Instead, she clearly opened her legs wider, raised them higher, and waited for the final step of adultery! Obviously, Ed knew what he was up against, but there's that old saying, "A hard cock knows no conscience!" Pulling back, he plunged in again, hitting her virginal barrier and, this time, ripping through it. Again, she winced and gave a soft cry at pain as Ed sank completely into her. For the first time, she had a cock sunk deeply into her vagina, complete penetration and the start of her first sexual intercourse. The look on her face was fascinating. There was a momentary flash of discomfort as her hymen was broken, but it was very brief and was quickly replaced by what could only be described as a look of lust. Any pain was, obviously, lost in her sexual arousal, and, as Ed began pumping in and out of her cunt, she met every plunge with an upward surge, demonstrating her active participation in the fucking. She was not just lying there being used, an innocent bride being seduced. She was a woman, married only for a few hours, indulging deliberately in adulterous intercourse – and enjoying it immensely! As we watched Diane lose her virginity, actually, give up her virginity to another man, it was like looking at a porno movie. We could see the cock, glistening with Diane's lubrication, sliding in and out, pounding against her crotch, a pounding matched by her welcoming upward surges. Their excitement mounted to an unsustainable level and the motions became less controlled as Ed buried himself in her, grinding against her, as he sent blasts of cum deep into her. At the same time, Diane was squirming against him, exploding in orgasm, her mouth open and her face contorted as she climaxed. There was no end to the fucking at that point, however. The intensity dropped, Ed's strokes into her slowed and became more measured, but he never withdrew. We could see Diane's legs relax somewhat, and her face returned to normal. However, the arousal never subsided the whole way, and it was just a time of renewal. Diane really had no expression except an almost dazed, out-of-it look. She was obviously lost in the experience, not thinking, just experiencing, as the cock slid in and out of her cunt. Actually, Ed had a similar expression on his face – lost in what he was doing and probably not thinking at all. The gradual buildup continued, however, and, shortly, they both returned to the manic state as the cock began more vigorously to fuck her. Ed took on a more intent, strained look as he began to approach his second massive explosion. Similarly, Diane mouth was open as she panted and gasped as she was overcome, again, with what seemed to be a continual orgasm as she bucked her crotch against his. Suddenly, for the second time, Ed reached his climax, welding himself against her and ejaculated into her cunt. This time their immediate passion subsided as Ed pulled his somewhat deflated cock from her cunt and slumped down beside her on the narrow chaise. The respite didn't last long as both were still obviously engrossed in an unbelievable sexual situation. His hand roamed over her, cupping and squeezing her tits before running from them down through her cunt hair and exploring between her legs. He began kissing and sucking her nipples, sucking her tits, themselves, marking them with at least a dozen hickeys. We could see his fingers squeezing them, leaving bruises to go with the hickeys. Diane just lay there as he fondled her, still obviously dazed by the situation – just married and lying naked with another man with whom she had just engaged in adulterous intercourse. Then, to my utter shock (and Diane's), I saw her left hand slide down and grasp Ed's cock and begin slowly pumping up and down the shaft, her shiny new wedding ring gleaming as she stroked him. Somehow, seeing that ring brought the word adultery to our minds for the first time, not just unbelievable sex, but adultery! In any case, needless to say, this manual manipulation stoked the fires again and, interestingly, and surprisingly, both seemed to come out of their shocked trance and became consciously aware of the incredible thing they were doing. We could see Diane's face lose its vague, "out-of-it" expression as realization of what had happened sank in. From the time that she had turned and seen Ed looking at her naked body, it was almost as if she were hypnotized, not making any actual decision. As she said later, the shock had overwhelmed any thought process. She had been ready for a sexual encounter – a much lesser one – and she had been aroused at the prospect. If she had had time to think, things might have been different, but the whole scenario just played out as if planned. Oddly enough, Ed seemed to have the same reaction – shock at the situation and overcome with lust at seeing a lovely woman, a bride, standing there almost nude. It he'd had time to think, he might have been panicked and been overwhelmed by the situation, but he, also, had expected a sexual encounter and any hesitancy, if there was any, vanished. As he got on Diane and took her, his expression was almost beyond description: lustful, incredulous, and, of course, speechless. It would have been astounding, I'm sure, to have read his mind to be able to see if he actually was thinking, "I'm fucking a virgin bride on her wedding day!" I know that the whole experience must have seemed like a vivid dream when it was all over! Somehow it was very different during that moment of lucidly, both of them aware that they were doing something totally unbelievable. His eyes roamed over her body as he lay beside her, feeling the cunt and tits of the woman he had just screwed. Diane, too, was aware, and we could see her preen; push her tits upward to show herself to her lover, displaying her nude body. Then, as we watched the continuing porno movie, something totally unexpected happened, something, amazingly, Diane hadn't even remembered doing. As he was looking at her and caressing her, her fingers, as said before, found his cock and began stroking it, causing it to begin the process of erection. He already had come twice in a little over one-half hour and, normally, that would have defused his amorous abilities for a time, but the unique circumstances were enough to keep his cock from complete deflation. Suddenly, Ed rose up over her and presented his semi-hard cock to her mouth and, unbelievably, she welcomed it in and began bobbing her head up and down, sucking it until it was fully ready to fuck her again. Pulling out, he moved down on her and kissed her, bringing a quick reaction as she responded with enthusiasm. There was no doubt that she was as involved as he, her body undulating against him, his cock wedged between them, as the kiss continued, Then, abruptly, he broke away and pulled back and prepared to mount her again. Without hesitancy, Diane raised and spread her legs, welcoming him as he moved over her again. We had a perfect view of his erect cock poised over her cunt, this time driving deep into her without guidance. Clearly, her opening was distended and wet, making unassisted entry automatic as he penetrated her. They began a frantic fucking session, neither sated in the slightest by their two previous orgasms. He was pounding into her with great vigor with none of the slow buildup one might expect after having his ardor somewhat diminished after coming in her twice. Equally, Diane was squirming and bucking up against him, matching the vigor of his screwing action. It was amazing to see the wild excitement both exhibited as their arousal mounted. The camera didn't show his facial expression, but hers was one of someone completely lost in the throes of sexual pleasure. Finally, the climax was reached and the final strokes were administered as they both reached orgasm. It was at that moment that I knocked on the door! There was instant shock as the world returned to the couple engaged in adulterous intercourse. From being lost in the rapture of massive orgasms to the reality of being caught en flagrante, Ed almost exploded from the lounge. We could see, clearly, his still spurting cock jerking from Diane's cunt, sending jets of cum onto the lips, into her pubic hair, and, even, onto her stomach. It was like a French farce as he grabbed his shorts and pants and tried to get them on as he staggered, panicked, to the closet. Diane just lay there for a few seconds, her face frozen as she realized, for real, what she had done. She heard her new husband outside the door as she lay, naked and screwed, on the lounge where she had been taken. Shock, horror and guilt were suddenly written on her face as she got up, not even having anything with which to cover her nudity and to visually, at least, hide the signs of her adultery. There's a Girl in My Soup Ch. 03 The rest of the movie was exciting in a different way, because it showed Diane standing there, completely naked and disheveled as she waited fearfully for my reaction. She was a delectable sight in a depraved, wanton way. At first, the camera only showed her bare bottom and back, so it was a sexy but relatively innocent view. It was when she turned away from the door to look quickly toward the closet where Ed was hidden, that we could see her hickey-marked tits and cum covered cunt hair. Actually, both of us were looking at the closet before we said anything and I was still impressed by my aplomb as I said, "We were afraid that you had fallen asleep, and your mother was going to come check on you but, fortunately, I came instead, since you're not dressed." The statement was so matter-of-fact, so non-judgmental, that you could see Diane's face light up with relief. With her immediate fear abated, she actively and light-heartedly entered into the charade which was played out to fool her recent lover (ravisher?). She cooperated in spreading herself for very graphic pictures while talking innocently about her need for a shower, etc. And, they were graphic! I had quickly taken several from different angles, highlighting her breasts to show the marks, the nipples on them which were swollen and red from being sucked and, most importantly, shots between her legs. These were all crystal clear, both in video and still settings, but the real shockers were ones in which I had used the close-up or "macro" setting. These showed, in minute detail, the condition of her previously virgin cunt. The outer lips were red and swollen and pulled back, showing the crimson inter lips and the dark cunt hole going into her body. Actually, the hole, itself, was clogged with white cum which literally was pouring out of her. Globs of cum, which had been shot out of Ed's cock as he jerked away, festooned the hair and were dripping off of her thighs. As she raised her legs higher, you could see a white stream flowing all the way back to her asshole. Without any question, if you wanted a picture of a woman who personalized words like debauched, depraved, dissolute, degenerate or just plain wanton, this was it! We went on with the movie and found it to be exciting in a different way. Finding her panties on the floor where Ed had thrown them, watching her putting those panties on over her wet and leaking cunt, fastening her bra over her marked up breasts, looking at the cum that had run down over her hose tops – all were more arousing than the simple acts, themselves. It was fun when it was occurring and fun watching the movie when we talked calmly about "needing a shower," "just wearing her wedding panties," etc., spoken for Ed to hear behind the closet door. It was the two of us having fun with the man who had been in her just a few short minutes ago. It was important that it was us! However, when she was finished dressing and we were going out of the door, she meant it when she said, "I'm very glad that I came in here. I'll certainly remember lying on that chaise as one of the most pleasant part of the wedding!" Actually, in terms of overall pleasure, she might, accurately have said, "the most pleasant part of the wedding" for both of us. Certainly, also, it was the most exciting part of the whole day! As she admitted later, from the time that she stood almost naked in front of Ed till the knock on the door, her mind had been almost in a trance, wrapped up in sexual desire and fulfillment, not even thinking of the magnitude of what she was doing and the possible consequences. However, she never denied knowing full well what she was doing in the physical sense. Right from the beginning, she knew that she was going to be screwed, knew when her virginity was about to be taken – and welcomed it! "I felt his cock touching my cunt and wanted it in me. I still don't remember reaching down and putting it in, but I wanted it in! As he entered me and touched my hymen, I wanted him to break it, to take me! I never even thought of you or it being adultery. I was so lost in desire, that I wanted to be screwed! I don't believe that a real thought went through my mind from then until you knocked on the door. I'd never been so shocked in my life as when I heard that knock, and, I swear, everything I had done in the last 30-40 minutes descended on me in a micro-second, and all I could think of was what you would do and think!" It was, of course, an experience that few, if any, other bridal couples have had, and one we still remember with great enjoyment and with no regrets. We often speculate as to Ed's reaction and memory. I remember how just feeling that other bride's tit stayed with me for all those years, and I can't even begin to imagine what it would be to recall taking a bride's virginity an hour or so after her wedding! That would be a movie, better than There's a Girl in My Soup! I wish that I had thought at the time of keeping an eye on the passageway leading to the room and seeing what he looked like after the event! In any case, our movie ended with Diane standing inside the door, making that last statement (really, as I said, to Ed) while I panned across the whole room with a final shot of the chaise lounge where it all had happened. We went to sleep together for the first time, secure and happy as a couple should do on after their wedding day. However, as probably should have been expected, we both woke up with the same thought – what the hell were we thinking! It was like waking up after a wild party and asking yourself, "Did I actually say that in public? Did I actually make a pass at my boss's wife? What the hell was I thinking!" Of course, we weren't thinking at all. We hadn't been drunk on liquor but on excitement. The wedding was over and the feeling of euphoria removed the natural censors that regulated our lives. A fortuitous pass was made at Diana, something that normally would have been vigorously rejected but somehow just added to the excitement. Her relatively innocent reaction – not pulling away in anger – set the stage for what happened later. Even so, it undoubtedly would have ended there except for my long-held fantasy from the "There's a Girl in My Soup" movie. From there things just happened. A desire on both our parts to have a little more erotic, but again relatively innocent, fun, took a totally unexpected course and things got out of hands. Who could have expected Diane's mother to set her up for a great deal more than the planned mild fondling? Even then Diana could have said no. Equally, I could have gone up and knocked on the door before anything serious happened. Obviously, neither of us reacted and the inevitable occurred. Things were tense for a while as would be expected. In the light of a new day, Diane was shocked at her behavior and really concerned about my feelings when yesterday's euphoria was gone. I was embarrassed by my own seemingly non-masculine reactions and some of the things I had said and done in the aftermath. Oddly enough, and this may seem perverted in the light of a wedding day adultery, neither of us really focused of the sinful actions themselves. The physical activities were just that – physical intimacy without affection. Maybe that was just rationalization of totally unacceptable behavior, but it worked for us. In any case, be both accepted our role in what most people would consider depraved and immoral behavior. Making that depraved and immoral behavior even worse, after the period of introspection and mutual acceptance, Actually, it is a very good thing that we have that photographic record of our eventful wedding day because by this time I'm sure that the whole thing would seem like a perverted dream. As we calmed down and the initial excitement wore off, the whole experience took on a feeling of unreality, not something that ordinary people like us could have participated in. The movie makes it real again and is still a source of excitement and arousal. However, other than that one outrageous occasion, Diane is the same virtuous woman she was before, with no interest in extracurricular (i.e. extramarital) activities. I certainly have no desire to be cuckolded again. So, now we are a normal young married couple, but one with memories that may be unique. As I said before, neither of us regrets our activities on that wonderful, erotic wedding day. Millions of others have had delightful, ordinary wedding receptions which are just part of the overall ceremonial occasion of their marriage. Ours may have been depraved and wicked and an immediate violation of shared vows, but it certainly was memorable!