My husband is a slut. A serial cheater who can't keep his cock in his pants, but I love him anyway. I just can't seem to help myself, although his infidelity has often been a source of deep humiliation for me.

After dating all through high school, and a four year engagement while we attended the same college, Robert and I were finally getting married. He looked impossibly handsome in his tuxedo and I was the envy of every woman I knew. Quite a few of my friends had wondered what a tall, dark, and utterly gorgeous man like Robert could possibly see in such an ordinary girl.

True love, that's what he saw.

Even if I wasn't beautiful, bright, and vivacious like so many of the women who threw themselves at him, Robert loved me. He made me perfect and I fairly glowed with the rare joy of seeing the realization of my dreams. On this spectacular June day, shortly after my 22nd birthday, I imagined the world revolved around me. My mother hovered nearby, fussing over my wedding gown. My four bridesmaids, sisters from my college sorority, chatted happily, giggling and filling our dressing room with more excitement than it could possibly contain.

I wore a satin gown, white as virgin snow, because that's precisely what I was -- A virgin. They teased me about it, my friends, because they were all much more experienced than me and we all knew it. I think they were just a little jealous, as well. I'd saved myself for seven long years, safeguarding my maidenhood for the biggest, most wonderful night of my life. Not too many women could say that, not in this day and age, but I could and best of all, Robert was all too aware of my pristine condition.

He'd insisted on it, to tell the truth, or I would have surrendered to him on our very first date back in 10th grade. Luckily for me, my boyfriend had quickly made it clear how much he valued my virginity. We hadn't been talking about marriage, of course, not on our very first date! But he'd told me how he wanted a girl he could love and above all, respect. A woman who was willing to save herself for the right man, who could resist the immediate temptation of reckless pleasure and look towards the future. A practical woman, honest and loving, faithful to her vows and devoted to her husband, that's the sort of girl he wanted.

So, you see, it was no accident that Robert loved me, for that's exactly the sort of girl I grew into. I wasn't very tall; in fact, I'm rather petite. My legs are short, my breasts are firm, but hardly generous. My hair is straight and sort of a dirty blonde color, not very exciting at all, much like my brown eyes. They aren't captivating, although my makeup artist did her very best. My beauty isn't in my face, which to be honest, has never stopped traffic or launched a thousand ships. I wouldn't even launch a canoe with my average looks. I'm the sort of girl that a man will smile at, exchange a friendly hello with, but little else. I'm a solid 5 on the Richter scale and I can live with that, just as I'd learned to live with my nickname -- Plain Jane, although I much prefer Janey.

"Janey! Hold still," Mom said. "You're going to look like a raccoon."

"Sorry," I said, offering Paula, the makeup girl, an apologetic smile. "I was looking for Kylie. Where did she go?"

"I think she went downstairs," Wendy, one of my bridesmaids, said. "She broke a strap on her shoe."

"I thought she broke a heel," Amy said.

"No! Her corsage was coming loose," Lisa told us. "She went to get a safety pin."

"She went into the cloak room," Heather said. "But I don't think she's looking for a safety pin."

"Why?" I narrowed her eyes at her reflection in the vanity mirror.

"Janey!" Mom frowned and Paula clucked her tongue. "Do you want to look like Marilyn Manson?"

"Huh?" I giggled at her. "You know who Marilyn Manson is?"

"Your mom's so cool," Wendy decided, and my other three friends laughed in agreement. 

"She went to the cloak room for a safety pin?" Amy wondered, getting back to the original topic. "She's the Maid of Honor. She's supposed to be here."

"I didn't say she was getting a safety pin," Heather said. "She's with Robert!"

"Oh!" Wendy giggled as Amy and Lisa exchanged knowing looks.

"She is?" I had to fight to keep from turning my head.

"It's okay, dear." Mom patted my shoulder. "He's probably just working off some nervous energy. It's a big day for him, too."

"The groom is in the cloak room with the Maid of Honor?" Paula asked, not trying to hide the smile tugging at her lips.

"I shouldn't have said anything," Heather sighed. "I'm sorry, Janey. He's probably just helping Kylie with her corsage."

"Yeah, that must be it," Lisa agreed, nodding at the other bridesmaids. "He such a great guy. You're so lucky, Janey."

"After that bachelor party last night, he probably can't even get it up!" Wendy told us with a giggle, but then she realized what she'd just said and covered her mouth.

"Wendy!" Heather frowned.

"You're such an airhead," Amy said, thwacking the other girl's blonde head with her finger.

"Ow!" Wendy frowned. "I didn't mean it!"

"Why?" I asked suspiciously. "What happened at the bachelor party?"

"We're not supposed to tell you!" Lisa said with a grin.

"It would be better if you didn't know," Mom agreed, smiling down at me. "Just be thankful he's on his feet."

"Why?" I rolled my eyes upward to stare at her. "Do you know what happened?"

"Of course," she replied. "Your father told me all about it. The alcohol, the police, the four strippers that Robert...."

"Ahem!" Heather cleared her throat loudly. 

"...Uh, never mind, dear." Mom kissed my cheek. "Try not to think about last night. A man has a right to let off some steam before he gets married."

"A lot of steam!" Wendy said with a giggle, and Lisa thwacked her again. "Ow!"

"There were four strippers?" I shook my head, and Paula threw up her hands in disgust.

"Janey!"

"What?"

"Sit still, for heaven's sake," Mom said. "You're running out of time."

"I bet Kylie's having a good time right now," Amy sighed. "Is there anymore champagne left?"

"Shhh...Janey's trying not to think about that!" Lisa reminded her. "The last thing she needs right now is to imagine Robert's big cock buried balls deep in Kylie's black pussy."

"Maybe they went to the cloak room to find some condoms," Wendy suggested to the giggling derision of her friends.

"Robert wearing a rubber?" Heather snorted. "I'd love to see that! You know he only rides bareback."

"I meant because it's his wedding day," Wendy retorted. "Duh!"

"They don't make raincoats that big anyway," Amy reminded all of us. "Robert's got a huge dick."

"And Kylie stopped taking her pills last month," Lisa whispered, but we could all hear her anyway. "She said she needed to give her body a break."

"That's true," Wendy said, nodding. "My doctor told me to go off birth control every six months or so. You know, just to get a regular cycle."

"Which doctor was that?" Heather wondered. "Your dentist?"

"It's not healthy taking pills all the time," Amy said. "I hope Kylie knows what she's doing. Her parents would kill her if she came home with a half-white baby."

"Or any baby at all!" Lisa said. "They think she's still a virgin."

"He's an orthodontist!" Wendy pouted.

"Oh!" Mom smiled at me. "There's only one virgin around here. Isn't that right, Janey?"

"You're gonna feel it tomorrow!" Amy told me. "Have you ever seen the size of Robert's cock?"

"Penasaurus Erectus!" Wendy giggled.

"I couldn't walk straight for a week after he nailed me with that monster," Lisa said, getting nods from my three friends.

"I don't know," Heather shrugged. "The first time he fucked me, I was too busy cumming to feel any pain."

"I didn't say it hurt," Lisa protested. "I never came so hard or fast in my life."

"She just couldn't walk straight!" Wendy said.

"Don't pay any attention to them," Mom whispered. "You're the girl he's marrying, right?"

"Yeah, Mom," I sighed, but it wasn't easy listening to my four best friends talk about fucking my husband-to-be.

They did it all the time, too. I mean, Robert had fucked every friend I'd ever made, or so it seemed to me. Sometimes I suspected that he went out of his way to have sex with the girls I hung around with, and they were always attractive. I'm not sure why it works like that, but I'd always found myself befriended by girls who were much prettier and a lot more popular than me. I didn't mind so much because it sort of made me popular as well and if I couldn't be a cheerleader, for example, at least I could hang out with them.

Of course, some of those girls only wanted to be my friend because they'd have an excuse to hang out with Robert. We were always together, at least for the first part of our dates, and we'd have a good time. We'd kiss for awhile, which I always enjoyed, and maybe engage in some light petting. Robert would rub my tits while I suckled his tongue and once in awhile, when he got me really worked up, I would massage the awesome bulge of his cock through his pants.

He was always so careful, however, and determined to protect my virginity. He never tried to touch my pussy, although I'd offered myself to him many, many times. The most he would do is let me pull the gusset aside so he could look at the promised land, as Robert liked to call it. By the time we got that far during a make-out session, Robert's penis would be straining for release and he'd excuse himself, politely, but firmly. He'd tell me he wanted to make love to me, more than anything else in the world, but he respected me too much to take advantage of my arousal.

That only made me love him more, as you can imagine, and I'd catch my breath and fix my panties, straighten my bra and smooth my skirt, and wish our wedding day would hurry up and arrive. Robert would most often excuse himself, finding one of my friends and whispering in her ear. He'd lead her off by the hand to exorcise his lust between her widespread legs while I waited patiently. I didn't blame him for that. I mean, Robert was only fucking that other girl because he loved me so much. He was protecting me and that's the important thing, even if I didn't especially like sitting alone in the middle of a party while everyone knew my boyfriend was fucking someone else.

It could be humiliating, as I mentioned, but then Robert would come back, smiling and kissing me full on the mouth so everyone would know that he still loved only me.

Now he was doing it again as I stood at the back of the church in my white gown. A lace veil covered my perfectly made-up face. The flower girls were waiting. My four bridesmaids had already taken their places. The four groomsmen as well, and the best man stood nervously with his little cousin, the ring bearer, waiting in the wings. The minister waited, the choir sang softly above the organist, my mother sat in the front row along with my two sisters and our grandparents, all of them ready to break into tears. Robert's family waited on the other side of the aisle, and a hundred guests sat in silent patience as the minutes ticked by.

"Where is he?" I whispered, and my father gently tapped my arm.

"Probably helping Kylie fix her, uh...corsage," he whispered back, since my Maid of Honor was also missing. Being one of the few black friends I had, her absence would be very noticeable, and I could see guests glancing at their watches, putting their heads together as they whispered.

"Whoops!" Robert grinned as he came around the corner behind us, from the direction of the cloak room, holding Kylie's hand.

"Sorry!" She giggled, looking damp and flushed, her pink dress somewhat rumpled and her usually straight hair falling haphazard around her beautiful face.

"Are we late?" Robert wondered. "Wow! You look beautiful, Janey!"

"I do?" I couldn't help but smile as my anger melted away. My heart stuttered and I could barely catch a breath in my burning chest. He made me hot all over, inside and out.

"Good enough to marry," he sighed, giving me his warm, dark eyes and a stunning smile. "I love you, baby."

"I love you, too," I replied.

"We'd better get up there," Kylie whispered, bending over to look at her knees or something. "Shoot. I can feel it running down my thighs."

"Feel what?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at the woman. Her and the bridesmaids wore dresses with rather short skirts. Not too short, mind you, but short enough and Kylie had long, black legs so she was showing a lot of thigh.

"Nothing!" she said, standing upright and smiling innocently. "Robert? Are you ready?"

"Absolutely," he agreed, taking Kylie by the arm so she could escort the groom to his proper place.

I frowned as the girl walked bowlegged down the long center aisle and she didn't even get halfway before a trickle of milky fluid appeared beneath the hem of her skirt. The guests noticed, especially the men; how could they not? Kylie was a beautiful, statuesque, black woman who drew a lot of attention under the most ordinary of circumstance, and a wedding was hardly that! People were taking photos of her walking arm in arm with the groom. The wedding photographer crouched in front of the altar, getting some excellent shots for the album, I was sure, and everyone knew the Maid of Honor had a big load of the groom's hot semen dripping from her pussy.

"Do you still want to marry him?" Daddy asked, already knowing what my answer would be. He just wanted to make me feel better.

"I love him," I sighed, praying that the veil would hide my red cheeks. "For better or worse."

"That's a girl," he said as the Wedding March began to play. "I'm very proud of you, Janey. Now, let's do this thing before he chickens out."

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"Look out!" ... "Stop pushing!" ... "Get in already!" ... "That's my butt!"

All four of my bridesmaids piled into the back of the limo, which I hadn't been expecting at all. The wedding had gone off without a hitch and we'd spent half an hour posing for photographs, and now we were on our way to the reception. Except my friends were supposed to be riding with the groomsmen in the van we'd rented for that exact purpose.

"There wasn't enough room," Heather explained, wedged between Amy and Lisa with Wendy sitting on the other end.

"The guys put a bunch of beer in the van," Lisa explained. "Idiots."

"Room for one more?" Kylie asked, getting into the limo without waiting for an answer. She sat down on the other side of my brand new husband.

"Absolutely!" Robert agreed, putting his arm around her. "We're all going to the same place anyway. Right, darling?"

"I guess so," I said, but I'd sort of wanted to jump my husband's bones on our way to the reception.

I mean, I'd been waiting seven years to lose my virginity and doing it in the back of the limo, between the wedding and the reception, seemed like kind of a risqué thrill to me. I'd wanted to surprise him with the idea, you know? I'd even given the driver an extra fifty dollars to ensure he got "lost" on his way to the hotel, just to make sure I had enough time to make sweet love to the man I'd married less than an hour before.

But now my romantic plans were ruined as I had all five of my best friends crowded into the limo with us. The car was roomy enough, sure, and Amy had already found the bar. She was mixing rum and cokes for everyone while Wendy opened the bottle of champagne chilling in the ice bucket. They wanted to have a party! I wanted to fuck my husband's fat cock!

"Congratulations, Janey," Kylie said for the twentieth time, but now she had an excuse to lean across Robert as I offered her lips my cheek. I pretended not to notice her hand on his crotch.

"What about me?" my husband teased her. "Don't I get a kiss?"

"Kiss him!" Amy said with a grin.

"Kiss the groom!" the others agreed, touching glasses and drinking their rum.

*Pop!*

The champagne cork bounced off the roof and into my lap as Wendy shook the bottle, laughing and spraying the stuff everywhere. I wasn't paying much attention to any of that, however, not when Robert turned his head and pushed his tongue into Kylie's mouth. He'd turned his body away from me so he could hug the black girl and she pressed her large tits against him, doing a shimmy sort of thing with her shoulders. Her hand squeezed his cock and then went for Robert's zipper, tugging it downward with well-practiced ease.

"Hey!" I protested. "That's my husband!"

"Oh! Lighten up, Janey!" Amy said. "It's his wedding day!"

"Have a drink," Wendy suggested, pouring me a glass of champagne.

"Take it out, Kylie!" Heather demanded. "Show us that married cock!"

"No ring on that finger!" Lisa announced, grinning happily as Kylie tugged my husband's erection free.

It stood straight as an arrow, ten inches long and nearly as thick as the Coke cans that littered the floor. He'd had the biggest cock in high school, maybe the biggest one in college, although I'm sure a few other boys could have given Robert a run for his money. Whether it was or not hardly mattered, however. He had a big dick. A huge dick. And being such an extraordinarily good looking man anyway, his prodigious manhood was just the icing on the cake.

But it was supposed to be my cake!

"Robert!" I pouted. "It's our wedding day!"

"Mmmm..." He broke his kiss with the girl and offered me a sheepish smile. "You know I can't say no to a hot chick like Kylie. It doesn't mean anything. I love you, Janey."

"Yeah, but..." I swallowed hard as he pulled the girl onto his lap. "Do you have to do it right in front of me?"

Kylie grinned as she knelt on the seat, her right leg jammed between Robert and me. He tugged her skirt upward, exposing my friend's bare naked pussy and cum stained thighs. Her dark labia were plump and distended, splayed lewdly to show off the coral flesh of her spermy vagina. Robert must have fucked her long and hard in the cloak room and now he seemed determined to do it again.

"Can you help us, Janey?" Kylie asked, tugging the front of her dress downward to free her large, firm tits and dark, pointed nipples.

"What?" I blinked at her, watching as Robert's hands squeezed my Maid of Honor's heart shaped ass.

She had the smoothest skin I'd ever seen, too. Like silk chocolate, it seemed to me, and our friends as well. They were commenting on how hot Kylie and my husband looked together, the contrast between black and white as her awesome beer commercial body pressed against a guy who should have been modeling BVD underwear.

"I have no idea why he married Janey," I heard Heather sigh.

It made my tummy tighten and I felt my cheeks redden with humiliation. They were going to have sex right there beside me, in the back of the limo, on our wedding day. Everyone would know about it, too. My stupid friends couldn't keep a secret to save their lives and everybody loves gossip, especially at wedding receptions.

"What a waste," Amy agreed. "God! He's so hot."

"His, uh...Cock," Kylie told me, smiling sweetly. "Could you put it inside me, please?"

"Hmmph mmph!" my husband seemed to agree, although he had his face buried between her tits, so it was hard to tell for sure.

"Do it!" Lisa said. "Put your husband's cock in her, Janey!"

"Show her there's no hard feelings," Heather said.

"Something's gonna feel hard in a second!" Wendy giggled. "Look at that thing!"

"I fucked that!" Amy reminded us, proudly.

"Duh!" Lisa rolled her eyes. "We all fucked him."

"Not Janey!" Wendy said. "Virgin!"

"Put it in her, Virgin!" ... "Give it to her!" ... "Feed her some cock, Virgin!"

They were all teasing me as I reluctantly surrendered. I knew I'd married a slut of a man, so I really couldn't blame anyone but myself. This wasn't the first time I'd fed Robert's erection to another woman's pussy, either. Eventually, he'd stopped sneaking off behind my back and started fucking other girls right in front of me. He wanted us to have an open, honest relationship and he'd insisted that I assist and even thank those girls for taking such good care of my boyfriend's needs. Since I had to save my virginity and Robert had a libido that demanded sex, that had been the only possible solution.

But we were married now. He didn't need to fuck someone else. I'd saved myself just for him and yet...Old habits die hard, I guess.

"Ummm yeah!" Kylie sighed. "Rub it around first. That feels so good, Janey. Get his dick nice and wet before you stick it in me."

"Use both hands!" Wendy said. "Get your wedding ring in the picture."

"Play with his balls," Heather suggested. "He likes that."

"Finger Kylie's asshole, Robert!" Lisa told him. "Pull her cheeks apart."

"Say ohmyfuckinggod, Kylie!" Amy said, holding up her digital camera and snapping happily away as I rubbed my husband's cockhead around the black girl's vulva.

"Oh my fucking...God!" she gasped, pushing herself down as Robert's erection stretched the already gaping mouth of her sex.

"Oh! Thanks!" I frowned as a big gob of old semen and girl cum squirted around the shaft and across my fingers.

I held up my hand, the left one, naturally, and it was covered with oily spunk. Amy got a good picture of it, I'm sure, wedding ring and all. I had no choice but to clean the stuff of on my wedding dress and I was positive the musky, bitter-sweet odor of sex would probably never wash out of the satin. My father had spent $1200 dollars on that dress and I'd planned on giving away my virginity in it, but now it had a big stain of Kylie's girl goo right there on the skirt. Well, there wasn't anything I could do about that and I suppose it's the memories that make a wedding dress special. I'd certainly never forget watching Kylie ride my husband's cock in the back of our limo.

"Uh-huh! Oh fuck! Me! God!" Kylie gasped, keeping her arms wrapped around Robert's neck, his mouth full of swollen, dark nipple, and bouncing eagerly on his prick.

I accepted another glass of champagne and drained it quickly, hoping my husband would save something for me. We had our wedding night to look forward to, and six days in Hawaii after that. We were going on our honeymoon and I smiled, knowing Kylie wouldn't be coming along. It would be Robert and me, alone in a tropical paradise, making love for hours at a time and hopefully starting a family.

I'd planned our wedding carefully, ensuring that I'd be most fertile on the biggest day of my life. I'd never been on the pill or anything like that. Why would I be? I'd never even kissed another boy in my life and Robert had never fucked me. I rubbed my empty tummy, listening to the wet sound of my husband's cock plumbing the tight depths of Kylie's pussy. I could feel myself ripe with the need for seed. My eggs were in there, just waiting to take a hot sperm bath, and nine months later I'd make my loving husband a daddy.

"Knock her up!" Wendy yelled. "Don't pull out, Robert."

"Yeah! Fuck a baby in her belly!" Heather urged him.

"Spunk her," Amy said from behind her camera. "Kylie wants a white baby!"

"Cum inside her again," Lisa agreed. "She's ovulating!"

"What?" I stared at the little cheering section. "How do you know?"

"She told us!" Wendy giggled. "Right, Kylie? Are you ovulating today?"

"Yesssss..." the black girl hissed, grinding her cunt around my husband's cock.

She had every inch of him stuffed inside her and I could only imagine where all that penis was going. It must have been right up there near her cervix, bruising the very bottom of her sex, and still, Kylie rocked her hips and rolled her ass with reckless abandon.

"Robert!" I frowned at him. "Pull out of her! She's not protected!"

"Too...Late...For...That!" he panted. "Ah! Take it, Kylie! I'm cumming!"

My husband wasn't letting my Maid of Honor go anywhere! He had his arms around her waist, keeping his cock lodged as deeply as possible inside her while his balls emptied their precious load. I could have seen them jerking with every rapid contraction if I'd wanted to, but I was busy watching as the two of them shared a passionate French kiss. Their eyes were closed, their lips sealed, and I could hear the soft swish of spit being shared between them.

"Woo-hoo!" ... "Get a room!" ... "Fuck her again!" ... "Elevate your hips, Kylie!"

My four half-drunk friends were giggling happily, offering all kinds of good advice to Kylie and Robert. I crossed my arms over my breasts, looking out the window and wondering where we were. We'd been driving for half an hour already and it was only ten minutes from the church to the hotel. I picked up the phone.

"Where are we?" I asked the driver. "How much further to the hotel?"

"Uh, sorry..." he cleared his throat. "I'm a little lost. I'll stop at the next gas station."

"What?" I stared at the phone.

"That's what you wanted, right?" He sounded confused. "Don't worry, you've got plenty of time if your husband wants to fuck you again."

"Great," I sighed, hanging up the phone just as Kylie's head landed in my lap.

"Hi," she said, smiling up at me with a dreamy look on her beautiful black face.

"Hi," I replied, and then I realized my husband was kneeling on the floor, putting Kylie's legs over his shoulders so he could drill her pussy again.

All I could do was sit there, looking down at my best friend as her doe eyes filled with pleasure. Her naked tits jiggled merrily as Robert threw his still firm cock towards her fertile womb. It kind of miffed me, but only until my husband leaned into the girl, putting Kylie's knees on her shoulders just so he could kiss me.

"I love you, Janey," he said, panting the words across my lips. "This is the happiest day of my life."

"Mine too," I whispered, holding his handsome face in my hands and kissing his open mouth. Kylie might have had his cock just then, but I had Robert's heart. Forever.

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