An Eye Opener for Luisa

The two nuns moved closer and virtually pinned Edward down. “I am Genoveva,” breathed one and "My name is Magdalena" mouthed the other. Their hot breath tickled his ears.

Together they pulled and tugged at his trousers until they slipped down over his knees. Now that they had free access, the two of them began to attend to their guest in earnest. Magdalena bent down until her head sank under the tabletop. Her soft lips enveloped his pulsating sceptre. She sucked on it lustfully and played around the tip with her wet tongue. Genoveva stroked and massaged his buttocks and tried to push her fingers deeper and deeper into his crack. Edward didn't allow it yet, but his resistance was wearing thin.

He could no longer suppress his loud moans. He gripped the edge of the table so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Sweat poured from his forehead and temples down to his collar. His eyes tilted back and he stared into nothingness.

“What's wrong with him?” his fiancée asked worriedly. From the opposite side of the room, she could clearly see how strangely he was behaving, but she couldn't make out any details or causes. “Is he ill or is he having trouble with the food?”

Dorothee patted her arm reassuringly.

“Don't worry. He's fine. Even better than you can imagine. But come and see for yourself.”

They rose to their feet together and the abbess led the young bride around the long rows of tables. The closer they got to the groom, the stronger and more concrete Luisa's fears became as to why her beloved was so upset. Finally, they had circled the room and caught a clear view of what was happening in Edward's lap.

“You bastard!” cried Luisa, ”How can you?”

She wanted to turn away, cover her eyes. But a morbid curiosity **** her to watch as the head of one sister bobbed eagerly up and down on his upright pole, greedily letting it slide deeper and deeper into her throat. Meanwhile, another one was obviously about to stick a finger up his ass.

Luisa gasped for air and a shade of red anger spread across her face.

Mother Dorothee put a hand on her shoulder to calm her down and gently turned her around until they locked eyes.

“I know how shocking and painful this must be for you, my daughter. But it is better for you to find out now that your husband cannot be faithful than to have to learn the truth after you are married. Now you can avoid a mistake that would otherwise have burdened you your whole life.”

Luisa nodded and hung her head. Her tears flowed freely.

“Thank you, mother,” she sniffled and blew her nose, “what am I supposed to do now? How can I return to my family and beg their forgiveness after betraying and abandoning them in the middle of the night?”

“Don't worry about that, dear,” the older woman reassured her, “let's go to church, the answer will be revealed to you there.”