0 comments/ 32635 views/ 14 favorites Wedding Night Payback By: rick_oh Tasha leisurely shaved her legs on the morning of her wedding day. Her insides trembled with sexual excitement and uncertainty. The past several weeks had not been easy. One month back, Tasha found out that, during her engagement, her husband-to-be strayed with a co-worker's wife. He had fucked her three times one afternoon. Tasha told Jerry that the wedding was off. In the days that followed, Jerry begged her to reconsider, and she came up with a devious plan. She didn't know where she got the idea, but it gave her pussy a thrill every time she thought of it. She told him she'd go through with the wedding only if he agreed to several conditions. "First, you are not to cum for two weeks before the wedding. And I'll know if you violate that." Jerry agreed. It would be difficult, with all the pre-wedding stresses, but if it meant that Tasha would go through with it, he'd do it. "Second, on our wedding night, before you put your cock in me, another man is going to fuck me. Three times. In the bridal suite. You'll be bound so you can't interfere. I'll decide then if I'll let you watch." Jerry's jaw dropped, and he felt lightheaded. He had to steady himself. He couldn't believe what he just heard. "Before you ask, no, I'm not kidding," Tasha said. "And there's more." Jerry experienced a range of emotions. That was not the way he imagined his wedding night progressing - with his new bride being taken by another man before he himself, who was to be her husband, would be allowed inside her. Tasha gave him a few minutes to get his bearings. He was visibly shaken by her words. Finally, he looked up at her. "And then, when he's finished fucking me for the third time, you're going to eat my cum-filled pussy until it's clean. And you're going to swallow his cum. I'll give you two days to think about it." +~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~ Jerry hardly slept that night. The mental image wouldn't leave him - the image of his wife-to-be on the bridal bed, being soundly fucked by another man. He took matters in his own hand three times, imagining he was the one fucking a new bride before the groom's cock was permitted inside her. They had a long discussion the next day, and after Tasha assured Jerry that the mystery man was not someone they knew or from either of their workplaces, he reluctantly agreed. He didn't think he had much choice if he wanted the wedding to take place. "Remember the two-week rule," Tasha said as they finished their talk. +~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~ The anticipation during the two weeks of chastity all but drove Jerry crazy. He didn't understand why he was allowing this to happen, why he agreed to it. He understood his dread and his jealousy, but he didn't understand his intense arousal at knowing his bride would first be taken by another man. The anticipation was different for Tasha. She was intensely aroused from the thought of taking in another man's cock on her wedding night. She had set it up perfectly - she told him to abstain from relief for the final two weeks so he'd have a lot of cum to give her. She jilled herself repeatedly thinking of the man's cock sliding in and out. Tasha's excited eyes beamed with happiness on the wedding day. Jerry was both excited and confused, and wondered what he was getting himself into. He had never heard of a bride demanding that a man not her husband have intercourse with her before the groom is permitted release. He wished that it was the next day and that his ordeal was behind him. That's not the way life is, though. The young couples' hearts raced - for different reasons - when they entered the bridal suite at the hotel. Jerry had been too anxious to say or ask anything on the way over. Tasha wrapped her arms around Jerry, pressed her body against his, and kissed him deeply. She had an excited smile and wide eyes when she pulled back, and seductively began to remove Jerry's clothes. He started to wonder if her conditions of getting married were a bluff. When she had helped him remove all his clothes, and his starved cock was desperately hard and aroused, she led him to a sturdy chair and had him sit. "We have a little something to take care of now, dear husband. Stay right there." She quickly and efficiently bound his wrists to the chair, and proceeded to do the same with his ankles. She patted his cock a few times and it bobbed up and down as a few drops of pre-cum oozed out. Although he was incredibly anxious, Jerry was very much taken with his new bride's stunning beauty, and her take-charge attitude intensified his feelings. He still held on to the hope that this was all just kidding, that there would be no other man fucking his bride before his eyes. Tasha retrieved a ball shaped gag that would allow him to breathe. "Open up, honey." "Tasha, please. Don't do this." She got a stern look on her face. "I suggest you do everything I tell you. Otherwise you might not cum on your wedding night." Jerry's breathing was shaky as he opened his mouth to receive the gag. He realized that she was totally in control. Tasha bound it in place. "I spent some time considering whether to have you watch, or blindfold you and have you just hear everything. I decided to have you see your wife being fucked silly." Tasha opened the door, and admitted Sally, who was one of her bridesmaids, and Sally's new boyfriend David. They looked at Jerry and smiled. Sally removed her panties and seated herself next to Jerry. Tasha stood passively as David slowly undressed her. Then he knelt before her and licked her pussy. Tasha's pussy cream was abundant from her arousal, and David kept going until Tasha's knees weakened and she climaxed. He led her to the bed and she lay back with her legs spread. David then undressed. Sally smiled when she saw David's throbbing erection. He was obviously looking forward to this adventure. He got on the bed and crawled between Tasha's knees. For a moment he stared at her sensual pussy. As he lay on top of her, he entered her and penetrated all the way. A sigh of contentment from him, and he kept still for a moment, appreciating the sensations of being inside another man's wife on her wedding day. Tasha put her arms around David, holding him close. He began to pump, and took deep, long thrusts. It took about a minute of fucking for David to cross the line. He groaned, "Uhh! Uh! Uhhhh! Uh!" as his cock spurted and spurted deep inside Tasha. "Oh, yes!" she cried, "Give it to me! Give me every drop!" He kept thrusting, and finally relaxed on top of her. They were both oblivious to their audience. David stayed inside Tasha, and kissed her neck and her breasts as he slowly pumped to keep his cock stimulated. When he got hard again, he withdrew and turned Tasha onto her tummy, and had her raise her hips. With her in this doggie-style pose with her head down, he entered her and pumped. "Oh, that feels good! Fuck me hard!" Tasha exclaimed. Jerry was almost beside himself, watching his new bride begging to be fucked by a stranger. In spite of that, his cock was still hard. David did indeed fuck Tasha hard. Since he had recently ejaculated, he was able to last longer than he did the first time. When he did cum, though, it was a long and protracted series of spurts, which left no doubt in those watching, that he generously filled Tasha's pussy. It was at that moment that Sally voiced her orgasm. She knew what David's cock felt like inside her, and she knew that Tasha was getting pleasured. Tasha turned over on her back, and David relaxed for recovery. Sally went over and took David's cock in her mouth, teasing him to an erect, hard state. Tasha spread her arms and legs, and invited David inside her again. "Go slow if you want to," she said, "and cum whenever you want." David immediately plunged inside Tasha again, much to Jerry's dismay. Tasha closed her eyes and kept telling David how good it felt as he pumped with long, deep strokes. Sally glanced at Jerry. His eyes were wide. She looked at his cock and noticed it was throbbing. She smiled and returned to watching the show. After a few moments Tasha began to rock her hips in sync with David's thrusting. She knew he was approaching orgasm by his groans. Tasha's soft, feminine exclamations of "Oh! Ahh! Uhh! Ahh!" merged with David's urgent groans. When his orgasm took hold, he cried out and pressed in as far as he could. His ball-wrenching spurts were the most intense yet. Sally quickly and efficiently untied Jerry's hands from the chair and bound them behind him. She untied his ankles and led him to the bridal bed. "Lie down on your back, Jerry," she said. When he was on the bed next to Tasha, Sally tied his ankles together and bound them to the footboard. Then she removed his gag. "One more thing, dear husband," Tasha said. "You're going to lick me clean of David's cum. I want you to swallow every drop. When you have done that, we'll fuck. And yes, they're going to watch." "Please, Tasha," Jerry whispered as she took her position straddling his face. "No arguments. Just do it!" she ordered. "Open!" Jerry opened his mouth and Tasha settled her pussy at the correct spot. "Okay now," Tasha said. Jerry tried not to think of the fact that Tasha had just taken three loads of cum in her pussy. He tried to ignore that Tasha was his new bride, and that she had just taken another man inside her - and that he himself had not yet been allowed to consummate his union with his bride. Yet her pussy was overflowing with male cum. He grimaced as he licked the outside of Tasha's cum-laden receptacle. He tasted her pussy flavor, the salty sweat from her fucking, and the bleach-like taste of male cum. Still, Tasha's pussy was stunningly beautiful. After a few moments, Tasha commanded, "Now kiss and suck my pussy. There's a lot of cum inside me." The mixture of David's semen and Tasha's pussy nectar freely flowed into Jerry's mouth. He swallowed, and Tasha whispered, "That feels so good! Keep going!" He sucked and swallowed several times. Then Tasha crested into an intense and prolonged orgasm. Tasha looked back and saw that Jerry's erection was as hard as ever, and smiled to herself. With him still bound as before, she straddled his cock and took it inside her aroused pussy. She slowly and deliberately pumped, taking long strokes. As she did, she counted out loud. "One... two... three... four..." When she got to twenty three, Jerry erupted inside her. He spurted and spurted. When his lengthy ejaculation was complete, Tasha said, "Oh my gosh, you gave me a lot of cum! Just like before, I want you to lick me clean. And swallow every drop!" "Tasha, no!" Sally intervened and used her sexy voice. "Jerry, I really want to see this. I have David do that every time he cums inside me. Do it. For your bride, and for me." Tasha again settled her quim on Jerry's mouth for her second creampie experience. Jerry was reluctant, since he had just ejaculated, but he complied. He lapped up a considerable amount of his cum mixed with Tasha's pussy nectar, and swallowed. "Oh God, this is hot!" Tasha exclaimed as she climaxed. Sally and David quietly left the room. +~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~ Tasha had an excited smile. She had Jerry where she wanted him, and they both knew that. "Tasha - will you untie me now?" Jerry asked. She playfully stroked his cock with her hands, and taunted, "What will you do for me if I untie you?" Jerry had a feeling what she wanted to hear. He wasn't certain, so he was cautious. "What do you want me to do?" "I thought you'd never ask! I want you to go down on me every time you cum inside me. Every time." He knew he had no choice. If he wanted to be intimate with his bride, he had to give in to her wishes. It was a form of lasting atonement for his earlier dalliance. Every time he would see her pussy, he would think of it. Every time he fucked her, he would think of this night. Every time he ejaculated, and every time he licked up his spent seed, he would think of his atonement as he gave her wild orgasms. He also knew that she greatly enjoyed being fucked silly by David, and figured that he had to keep her satisfied to avoid her straying. So he reluctantly agreed. Tasha untied Jerry's hands and teased his cock to an aroused state. Then she untied his ankles, and got on her back with her legs spread. Jerry entered her, and she responded like a wanton slut. Her sounds and squirming brought forth an intense orgasm for Jerry, and he again spurted and spurted inside her. After a few moments of blissful afterglow, he felt Tasha's hands nudging him away. He pulled out and faced a messy cleanup job. His well-fucked bride's excited eyes and used pussy would normally be a welcome sight to Jerry. Instead of plunging back into her and fucking her brains out, he brought his determination to the fore and licked her pussy. Another lick. Then he swallowed. "Yes! Keep going! Lick it all up from my nasty little pussy!" Her naughty talk made it a little easier for Jerry, since his arousal was coming back. It was at least ten minutes of licking and kissing before her pussy was cleaned to her satisfaction. By then Jerry had swallowed several times. Tasha then let him enter her again. On the other side of town, in Sally's bed, David licked his sticky goo from Sally's cunt. She insisted that he tell her every detail about how it felt to fuck Tasha as she begged for his cock. "Fuck me again," Sally demanded. Wedding Night Payback: Sequel Author's note: Sometime after posting the story Wedding Night Payback, I was bothered by the fact that Jerry's atonement for his dalliance during his engagement to Tasha, was a lifelong happening. To summarize the story, Jerry was engaged to Tasha. He fucked a co-worker's wife three times one afternoon. Tasha was livid when she found out and called off their wedding. Jerry persisted in wanting to marry Tasha, and she came up with the idea that on their wedding night he was to watch her get fucked three times before he could consummate their union. Additionally, he was to eat her pussy afterward, and after every time he ejaculated inside her. Being weak, and hopelessly in love with Tasha, he agreed. This story takes up where the original ended. ***** Jerry complied with his bride's wishes throughout the honeymoon. All in all, the sex was great. In the couple of years that followed, though, he began to have misgivings. As time went on, he felt that Tasha's demand that another man fuck her three times on his wedding night, before he got to consummate his marriage, was over the top. True, he consented, although reluctantly, because he was guilt-ridden by his own dalliance during his engagement, and the wedding was contingent on his acceptance. Also, her demand, again acquiesced to under duress, that he eat her creampie after every ejaculation, caused no small amount of resentment after a time. That was Tasha's way of ensuring Jerry's lifelong atonement for his dalliance, and keeping him subservient. He was not a strong assertive person, he realized. Otherwise, he would not have stepped out on Tasha during their engagement. And, he would not have agreed to her wedding night payback scheme. I should have walked away from her when she made those demands, he told himself. There were other little hints of disrespect showing up from Tasha. He was determined to level the playing field, and have some fun in the process. First, he had to talk himself out of the notion that Tasha held all the cards in their relationship. She got away with the disrespect because he let her. They both had jobs, and their salaries were not vastly different. When Jerry began to be aware of his misgivings, he started to squirrel away money for a "getaway fund" in case there was a blowup. By the time two years had passed, he had a considerable amount stashed away. Jerry decided to get his ducks in a row. Not as far as considering divorce yet, though he did scope out who would be the best divorce lawyer, and had her name and phone number ready so that he could, if necessary, retain her on a moment's notice. What he did, was to install an audio/video monitoring system at home, and recording devices on the home phones. He could easily do that when Tasha was away from the house, since he telecommuted for work at least two days a week. Then he installed a voice activated recorder in Tasha's car. A couple weeks of monitoring, and he didn't uncover any evidence of her cheating. But in his plan to recover his self respect, he allowed that the possibility may eventually exist, and wanted to be prepared. One night, he ate her pussy to orgasm before he entered her. Then they had an intense lovemaking session. After he pulled out, she expected him to go down on her, as he had consistently done for two years. Instead, he told her he was going to shower, and left the bed. Her bewildered look almost made him laugh out loud, but he held it in. After his shower, he came to bed, and she asked gently, "Honey - why did you not lick my pussy afterward?" "I didn't want to," was his forthright reply. "I love seeing you orgasm the way you do when I do that, but I want to save that for more special occasions." Then he yawned and promptly fell asleep. Tasha was perplexed at Jerry's sudden change of behavior. As she lay there, several emotions coursed through her - insecurity, puzzlement, anger, and determination. Jerry slept well. Tasha didn't. Since the disrespect occurred gradually over a long period of time, Jerry reasoned that his recovery would be gradual. He did various things, like wear headphones and listen to music he liked when she was around. It shut her out of his world for a little while. He was less acquiescing in the bedroom, and he consequently enjoyed sex more. All these things served to make him stronger. And they made Tasha less secure. If she did something that especially pleased him, he would eat her pussy after intercourse. The reward part of it was subtle, but if he was happy, then she would be happy. Jerry continued in this manner. He knew what Tasha liked, and was a good lover. But he was rationing it out, and building his own self esteem in the process. He began to subtly take the lead in the bedroom. Not always, and not consistently, but enough to slightly stir the waters of complacency. Tasha had lunch with Linda, one of her friends, one day, and confided in her. Tasha: I'm not sure what's going on with Jerry. Linda: What's he doing? Tasha: It's hard to put my finger on it. He's gotten unpredictable. He's become distant, and his behavior has changed in the bedroom. Linda: Is he a good lover? Tasha: God yes! He knows just what makes me cum, and sometimes his foreplay drives me wild. Linda: What's the problem? Tasha: Well... The first couple of years, he ate my pussy after intercourse. Every time. On our wedding night, I told him he had to. And then, suddenly, he stopped. He said that he'll do it on special occasions. Linda: And so, what's the problem with that? You say he's a good lover, and that he'll eat your pussy full of cum occasionally. Most women would kill for someone like that! Tasha: I don't know what the problem is! I'm feeling insecure about him. I don't want to lose him. Linda: Really, Tasha, what you did on your wedding night was way over the top. I'm surprised that he agreed to that! Tasha: Well, it was that or not get married. He did agree to it. Linda: What if he's having second thoughts now? Put yourself in his place. What is he thinking? Does eating your pussy remind him of having to watch someone else bang you on yours and HIS wedding night? It sounds to me like you called all the shots then, and he gave in all the time. Maybe he's tired of giving in. Tasha: Oh my gosh! You could be right. Damn! How do I fix this?! Is he getting ready to bail? Does he have his eye on someone else? Linda: I don't know, girl, and I hope it's not too late. Look, I'm your friend, but if he jumps ship, there are a lot of women who would be in line for him. And I'd be at the head of the line. Tasha: (crying) What would you do if you were in my situation? Linda: First is to have a talk with him. You might not want to hear what is really going on, but you need to know. And if it IS about your wedding night caper, you're going to have to find a way to make it up to him! Then there was some small talk, and they had to get back to work. It was a few days before anything significant happened. Tasha was steeped in her insecurity, and now, guilt feelings. She was worried that she had pushed too far. It happened on a Friday. Tasha left work early, so she'd be home when Jerry arrived. He came home, set his briefcase down, and headed to the kitchen. Tasha appeared and interrupted his plans. Without saying a word, she took his hand, led him to the middle of the living room, and got on her knees before him. Smiling, she unzipped his pants and extracted his cock, which was growing from her handling. She noisily slurped on his member, and soon he was on the edge. "In my mouth," she said. "I'll swallow." She went back to stimulating him, and in short order he erupted. Tasha almost gagged at the amount of cum. She gulped loudly, and then opened her mouth to show that she had swallowed. "Wow!" Jerry exclaimed when he recovered and tucked his cock back into his pants. "What brought that on?" Solemnly, Tasha replied, "Guilt." She stood up, looked in his eyes, and said, "Honey, let's talk." She seated herself on the sofa, and he sat next to her. She took a deep breath and sighed. "Honey... I've noticed that you're becoming more distant. I'm afraid. I'm afraid you're withdrawing from me and that you want out of the marriage. I don't want to lose you. Please tell me what's going on." This was a significant departure from her behavior since they were married. Jerry was quiet for a moment, and then replied, "When we were engaged and I strayed, it was because I was weak. When you called off the engagement, I was weak. When you told me what it would take to be married to you, I was weak. I should have said no and walked away. I'm not weak any more. But I feel cheated. I didn't have a proper wedding night. I should have been the only one. I should have said, no way, we either get around this or we split up. It's been bothering me, more and more. "I'm not wanting out of the marriage, per se. But something needs to happen to get us back on track, and hell if I know what it is." There were a few moments of quiet, and then Tasha whispered, "I'm sorry. It was a stupid idea to have to get payback. Do you want revenge on me for that?" "I don't know. Well, no, not revenge as such. But something is unbalanced and I feel like you had a wedding night and I didn't. I was second best, and I've never caught up. I feel like you want to remind me of that every time we're in bed. That's why I stopped eating your pussy after I cum." Tasha tried not to cry as she said, "I'm ashamed to say that it was my plan to keep you reminded of that. I didn't know if you'd stray again, and I guess I didn't fully trust you. I believe you've been faithful, and I want you to know that I've been faithful to you. I've had temptations, as I'm sure you have." She grasped both his hands in hers. "I want to fix this. Right now I don't know how, and I'll need some time to come up with options. But as of right now, I'll never expect you to eat my pussy if you don't want to. If you ever want to, I'd be glad, but it's up to you." Jerry knew the discussion was over at that point. "Let's have dinner out, and then see where we are." Dinner was subdued, though they did polish off a bottle of red wine. Jerry didn't know at that point, if his marriage was over, or what he wanted to do about the unbalanced situation. Tasha didn't know how to fix the problem, although a few very unpleasant ideas were going through her head. When they got home, she pleaded, "Jerry, take me to bed. If all you want to do is hold me, I'll be happy." He sensed her need for security directly from him, so he led her up to the bedroom. They stripped and got under the covers. She snuggled up to him and he held her. The last thing she whispered to him before dropping off to sleep was, "Jerry - I'm sorry." Jerry awoke several times during the night. His mind was restless. He was in a quandary. Tasha's confession was entirely forthright, with no sugar coating, and he believed that she really did want to restore the balance. He had to ask himself several questions. Can I just forgive without resentment down the line? If I can't should I set her free? Is she the same person she was when we got married? Do I need to experience different pussy to restore the balance? The wedding night had been terribly humiliating for him, even though he did agree to it. He had to admit that the swallowing blowjob Tasha gave him earlier in the day was uncharacteristic of her. But then there was that pussy eating scenario. Could he get past that if he told her she doesn't have to do anything? Tasha, for her part, slept well. She felt secure snuggled up to Jerry, basked in his strength, and she was able to put off thinking about "it" until the next day. She did have to admit to herself that revenge was not the way to go. She remembered reading somewhere, "revenge is like cracking open an egg shell and finding nothing inside." The following morning, Tasha set out to create a list of her options. She wrote them in the order they occurred to her. 1. End the marriage and set Jerry free. 2. Have one of my girlfriends take him to bed more than once. 3. Watch while he fucks one of my girlfriends three times, and lick up his cum from her pussy. In other words, do what I demanded of him on our wedding night. 4. Ask him if we can just put it behind us, and I'll be the best wife ever. I don't think he'd go for that. 5. End the marriage and get remarried to him and give him a proper wedding night. 6. Wear my wedding dress and have a pretend wedding night. Kind of lame. The "elephant in the room" stayed in the house and would be there until Tasha came forth with a solution. That night, she cuddled up to Jerry as she had the previous night. His hands wandered over her body. Soon he heard her breathing deepen. He felt her pussy, and it was creamy. She got on her back, and he got on top of her. Her eyes were wide, excited, and wanting. She couldn't resist taking his cock in her hand and guiding it to her pussy. "Ahhhhh," she moaned as he penetrated her. Slowly and deeply, he pumped inside her. "Oh, Jerry," she whispered. It was truly making love. Eventually he crossed the line and recklessly spurted a torrent of cum inside her. He went to sleep in her arms. She was satisfied, too. A few days went by before Tasha worked up the courage to talk about "it" again. "Jerry - I have a list of possible solutions to the wedding night problem. Would you take a look and let me know which one you'd like to do?" Jerry looked at the list and said that he'd have to think about it for a while. Option 1 would be expensive and he didn't have his eye on anyone. Options 2 and 3 had possibilities. Option 4 wasn't going to happen. Option 5 was too expensive in terms of time, money, and effort. He looked at option 6 - "Wear my wedding dress and have a pretend wedding night" and agreed that it was lame, but that gave him an idea for a couple of other possibilities. He looked at their wedding album, and the notes and preparation. "Aha!" he said to himself. Now the idea he had could fall into place. He gave it more thought, and did some more research and preparation. Then he made several phone calls. A few days later he told Tasha that he wanted to talk. "Who did you have in mind for options 2 or 3?" he asked. Tasha's heart sank. She thought she had prepared for his wanting some other pussy to balance things, but now that it was looking to be more than a thought, she had a feeling of despair. Then it occurred to her that these feelings were no stranger to Jerry. But he had acquiesced anyway. "Gods, that man must love me!" she thought to herself. "Yes, he said he was weak, but he still did it for me." Returning to their discussion, Tasha stammered, "Well, there are a couple of possibilities. You know Linda, don't you? She's single, so it wouldn't mess up a marriage." Except maybe ours, she ruefully thought to herself. Jerry nodded, "I think she's a good choice. I think a one night thing with you, me and Linda would work. I have no desire to tie you to a chair and make you watch, but maybe you could participate as well." Tasha was feeling light headed. "Yes... okay. Please, not in our bed, though." Jerry waited a moment before answering. "Okay. We'll do it at a hotel." "And then we'll be all good?" "No, not quite." Tasha put her head down on the table. She whispered, "Oh, my God!" several times. After a while she looked up. "What else?" she squeaked. "I noticed that the wedding vows you wrote, didn't have the phrase forsaking all others." "I know. It would have been the worst hypocrisy, considering what I had planned." "Well, you asked what else, so after our night with Linda, we renew our wedding vows in front of a pastor, this time WITH 'forsaking all others.' And then, with you in an entirely different wedding dress, we have a week at a resort in the Azores to get reacquainted." Tasha got her color back. She smiled. She got up, grasped Jerry's hand, and led him to the middle of the living room. She got on her knees, unzipped his fly, and worked on his boner until he erupted in her mouth. After she swallowed, she smiled again and said, "Thank you, honey." Jerry still had the recording equipment in place, and was monitoring the devices occasionally. He wanted to be sure that Tasha wasn't going to sabotage the threesome. Tasha brought Linda on board with the plan, and the three of them had lunch together a few times to get Linda and Jerry better acquainted. They set a date for the "special night" for one month in the future, and Jerry then went about the task of arranging the time, place, and officiator of their wedding vow renewal. He also made reservations for the resort. Tasha was increasingly nervous as the time drew near, and Jerry suggested that they both abstain from orgasms for the two weeks prior, so they'd be more than ready when the big night came. Tasha reluctantly agreed, remembering that a two week period of chastity for Jerry was a one-sided condition of hers for their wedding. God, Tasha thought to herself, how could I have been so bossy as to do all that to him for our wedding? Any man would have to be crazy to say yes to that. Yup, crazy in love, and look what I did. On the big day, Tasha was a bundle of nerves. She tried hard to keep her insecurities from surfacing. She wondered if Jerry was going to like Linda's pussy more than hers, or decide he wanted to be with Linda instead and call off their session with the pastor. Then she wanted to fall into the earth when she realized that those same thoughts no doubt consumed Jerry on their fateful wedding day. Yet he still went through it. He wasn't so weak, she concluded. Tasha figured that whatever happened would be her penance for her caper. The three of them met in the hotel dining room for dinner, and they kept the conversation light. Jerry wondered what was going through Linda's mind, how much she'd be into the event, and if she and Tasha were going to touch. In the hotel room, Jerry realized that he had to take charge and orchestrate the evening in the hotel room. He lightly kissed Tasha, then Linda, and suggested that Tasha remove all her clothes. "Linda, please lie down on that bed," he instructed. He led Tasha to the second bed and had her lie down. "I'm going to eat Tasha's pussy first," he announced, and got between her legs. He breathed in the familiar erotic scent of Tasha as he licked her. It took only a couple of minutes for her to crest, as she had refrained from orgasm for some time. Then he took his clothes off, went to Linda's bed and removed her panties. Her blonde pussy was aroused, and Jerry put his face close up. Linda's scent was different from Tasha's, though erotic in its own way. He eagerly licked and kissed her pussy as she groaned and squirmed. Her groans got louder, until she unabashedly screamed out her orgasm. Jerry immediately entered her and sank in all the way. Because of all the sexual tension, he enthusiastically fucked her. She clearly enjoyed it and was uninhibited in her vocal outcries. Jerry surrendered to his orgasm, and thrust in all the way as his cock pulsed and spurted. Jerry stayed firm inside Linda's pussy, and they rolled over so that she was on top. Gently rocking her hips, she giggled and teasingly kissed him. When he got harder, she energetically rode him as she would a galloping horse. Linda was completely absorbed in her pleasure, and after several minutes of riding, loudly crested. It was then that Jerry recklessly spurted for the second time. It took several minutes for their breathing to become normal. Linda dismounted Jerry and lay back on the bed. Jerry went over to Tasha and cuddled with her. At that point, he didn't know her inner thoughts, or if things would get better or worse. Tasha tried to smile, and whispered, "Do her one more time, and then please be mine." Wedding Night Payback: Sequel Jerry squeezed her hand and said, "Bear with me." Then he went over to Linda and ate her pussy. Yes, her creampie. Linda went wild with her orgasms. Three in series. "Linda, are you okay?" he asked when she recovered. "I'm more than okay." "I want to go back to Tasha for the night," he said solemnly. "I know," she whispered. "I really should be going. That was quite an experience!" "Thank you Linda, I enjoyed you." Linda washed up and put her panties back on. "Bye, you two. And best of luck to you both." Jerry and Tasha were then alone. He held her as she wept. "Jerry, you treated me far better than I treated you on our wedding night!" She cried. "Shh, that's all over now. I wasn't getting revenge, and you weren't being punished." His eyes welled up with emotion. "And now, if you'll have me, I'm yours forevermore." "Yes, Jerry! You ARE mine! I wasn't going to go through all that and not keep you!" They both cried. Her tears were from the tension of the past few weeks, and fear that she would lose him. His tears were a combination of the hurt he suffered at her hands more than two years back, and relief that it was finally behind them. The next day, they both gladly repeated the renewed wedding vows, and each smiled when the other said, "forsaking all others." On the flight to the Azores, she asked him, "Are we going to have to watch our pennies from the expense of this trip?" Jerry grinned and replied, "No, I've been saving some money for a getaway." Their first night at the resort was everything he hoped it would be. With the sound of the waves pounding the seashore, Jerry looked at his renewed bride. She wore her new wedding dress. "Jerry," Tasha whispered, "Can I keep the dress on when you take me? Will you take my panties off and fuck me like you did Linda?" Without answering, he took his clothes off and led her to the bed and had her recline. He slipped her shoes off her feet, and pulled her silken panties off. He knew she was profusely creaming, because he knew her well. He plunged inside her, and held her hands as if pinning her down. She surrendered to him willingly. Her eyes wide with lust and excitement, she welcomed him inside her. "Ahhhhh! Ahhh! Ahhhh!" she cried as he powerfully thrust in and out. When she crested, her closed eyes, open mouth, and furrowed brow painted an irresistible picture of a beautiful woman deeply immersed in her orgasm. Jerry could hold back no longer and released a lengthy torrent of cum inside her. Before Tasha fully recovered, Jerry pulled out and quickly began to lick Tasha's cum-filled pussy. He had no qualms about that, since he wasn't doing it at her implied demand. Tasha, for her part, was surprised, and let herself enjoy it. She eventually had a strong orgasm from Jerry's attentions. Jerry then lay face up and had Tasha mount him. He appreciated the scene, Tasha with her wedding dress pulled above her slender hips, riding him with abandon. After a while, Tasha had a vaginal orgasm and Jerry released his ejaculation. Tasha collapsed on top of him. Later, after a sumptuous dinner, they were back in bed. Both naked, cuddling. "You know what?" Tasha asked. "What?" "When we were first married, I wanted, or thought I wanted, a man I could easily maneuver, someone who would always do what I asked. But now, I like the new, stronger Jerry." "I like being the new, stronger Jerry." "You know, there's one part of me that you haven't taken yet. It's virgin territory. I want you to have it. But I WILL resist! Take it anyway. Once you get me in position, and I feel you lube me up back there, I'll surrender. It'll be sweet." Tasha's talk had an immediate effect on Jerry's cock. Yes, I think we'll be all right now, he thought to himself.