Consummating the Marriage - Part 1: The Prep

Leaving the newlywed’s apartment behind, you head back to yours while taking out your phone to text Ashley. You tell her that her timetable’s changed and that she is too drop whatever it is she’s doing and instead grab a couple items you’ll need for the big night. You send her the list and tell her to return home asap.

With that done, you settle on the couch the two of you share and glance over Olivia and Bill’s wedding vows, grinning mischievously. Mind set on a course of action, you grab your laptop, open a new document, and prepare your first draft.

Ashley returns while you’re finishing the specifics of Olivia’s new vows, having tackled hers first. You pause to rest your fingers, glancing over to your roommate in order to survey what she’s purchased.

The girl whose body you now fully own stumbles through the threshold, lost behind a cluster of Victoria Secret and Adult Fun Superstore bags. She quickly places them down and grins as she spots you, letting out a sigh as she leans back on the now closed door.

“Productive afternoon?” you ask, eyeing her items.

“Very!” She jumps up, eager to show you the results of her outing. “I found a great pair of heels, some stockings, and a super sexy thong you’ll love to have me parade around the place. Ahh, but first-” She’d initially been reaching for one of the Victoria Secret bags but instead shifts to the AFS purchase and quickly brings it to you, holding it out.

“Is this what you wanted?” she asks as you grab it.

You open and inspect the contents, nodding in satisfaction that she’d followed your commands to the letter. “This is perfect, thank you!”

She beams brightly, happy to have been of service. “I won’t even ask what you’d possibly need that for. Shall I go model the lingerie I bought?”

“Nah,” you dismiss with a wave, gesturing to your computer. “I’m in the middle of something important. Just wear whatever you think is sexiest.”

“You got it!”

You watch her cute little bum as she shuffles back to her bags, grabbing them with both hands before quickly disappearing into her room. With Ashley momentarily occupied, you turn back to Olivia’s vows, fingers flying across the keyboard as you make a few final edits.

Ashley returns as you finish, sporting an outfit that makes your dick stir despite the two orgasms you’ve already had.

Your roommate decided on an outfit that was entirely black. The curve of her legs, sculpted by her insistent running, were elevated and put on full display with the shining heels she’d purchased. As per your request, they were dressed in dark, see-through stockings that ended midway above her knees, giving you amble view of the creamy skin of her inner thighs.

She strutted as she left her room, crossing her legs like a model determined to put on a show. Three steps out, she spun, flashing you an ass that was barely contained behind the fabric of her thong, which itself seemed to be made of lace and was practically as transparent as the stockings. While it did cover her pussy, it was the only thing not currently on display.

“You like?” she teased as she finished her spin, uncaring that the rest of her body was nude before you. Why would she be, given that you now owned every part of her except her mind?

“Absolutely!” you reply, not even attempting to hide your eagerness and excitement.

Your roommate grins, satisfied. “Good, because since you cut my shopping short, I’ll be stuck wearing this until you schedule another outing for me.” She continues to strut forward, giving you one final spin before crashing on the couch next to you.

“Speaking of which, what’s are my plans for the rest of the day? Am I too help you with whatever it is you’re doing?”

“Thanks,” you answer, shaking your head, “but I’m actually spending the evening with Bill and Olivia.”

“That couple who agreed to have you own their marriage?”

You raise an eyebrow at her words. “You know about that?”

She shrugs. “It’s not exactly secret knowledge that the three of you made that deal. I’m more curious about how you pull it off.”

Your turn to shrug. “It’s my birthday.”

She snorts. “That’s some birthday gift.” You catch an unobstructed view of her tits as she then stretches, her arms reaching high in the air, before she addresses you once more. “So what are my plans?”

You sigh, suddenly realizing how annoying it could get to have to plan her schedule each and every day.

“Honestly, I don’t care what you do tonight. The rest of the day’s yours to use as you see fit.”

Your decision makes her sit up straight, shocked. “Truly? Awesome!” she exclaims as you nod. “I’m going to invite my brother; he’s been wanting to try out that new Smash game.”

As Ashley runs off to grab her phone, you send Olivia’s vows to the printer and shift your focus to your next document: her husband’s.

The sound of the doorbell echoing throughout your small apartment makes you realize how long you’ve been busy with the couple’s wedding vows.

“I got it!” Ashley calls out as she rushes to the entryway, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor with each step she takes. “Hey Nick!” she says as she opens the door, ushering her older brother in.

“Hey Ashley- Jesus Christ, what the fuck are you wearing?”

She chuckles, pirouetting before him. “Pretty sexy, right? John decided I’m only allowed to wear this while inside the apartment.”

Her brother shakes his head. “It’s a good thing that body isn’t actually yours or this would be grossly inappropriate. Hey John!” he says as he enters your humble abode. “I hope you don’t mind that I’ll be staring at your tits and ass the whole night.”

You laugh as you close your laptop, stretching. “No worries man, if I didn’t want eyes on the goods, I’d have them covered.”

“Right on!” He flashes you a grin only to have it cut short by Ashley as she smacks him across the back of his head.

“Stop being a pervert.” She struts passed him, plopping down on the couch next to you. “Now grab a controller and get ready to lose.”

“In your dreams, pipsqueak.” He retorts as he joins her. He grabs two controllers, lifting the spare to you.”You playing John?”

You shake your head, walking to the printer and grabbing what you’d previously printed. “Can’t, unfortunately. I’ve got previous engagement.”

Your roommate’s brother chuckles. “Well, so much for your handicap, sis.”

“Please; unlike you, I actually own the game. I’ve been practicing!”

Leaving the siblings to their rivalry, you exit the apartment, making sure you have everything you’ll need for the special night as you head to Bill and Olivia’s apartment. Upon arriving, you knock once, shuffling nervously from foot to foot as you wait.

Seconds pass before the door creaks open, revealing Bill. In the hours since you’ve seen him, the young man’s cleaned himself up; a clean shaven face where there was once a few days worth of scruff, hair groomed to make himself presentable for his wife, and a completely new outfit: an opened buttoned shirt, revealing the fruits of his many workouts, and a pair a blue jeans held together by a leather belt.

“Welcome back, John” he says as he greets you, opening the door further. “Right on time. Please, come in.”

Grinning brightly, you enter his apartment, ready to get the events of the night under way.