Lelani Marries Richard

Thursday. When my mother showed up with my father, I was shocked. I just knew he wasn’t attending the wedding. I hugged him, “Daddy,” I said almost leaping into his arms.

“What about me?” asked my mother. I turned to embrace her warmly, “I convinced old rock head to come,” she added as she hugged me tightly. She placed her hand on my belly and smiled.

Dad sucked his teeth, “You’re my daughter. If this is what you want, I guess I have to deal with it.”

“It’s what I want,” I replied. My future husband stepped into the living room to greet my parents.

“Good morning,” he said. My mother had hugged him but my father simply gave the basic head nod. “Welcome, I’m glad you two came.”

“We wouldn’t miss it,” said my mother.

I showed them to the guest bedroom and they got settled. Soon the house was filled, Jade and Bill had arrived along with Richard’s brothers and parents. We enjoyed a family day at the beach, then had dinner with some of my other friends.

As the day was winding to a close and we were about to head home, my cellphone sounded. It was Mario. I stepped away to answer, “Hey, what’s up?”

“Nada, I was just thinking about you.”

I was quiet. “You didn’t call me the other night after.”

“I sent you a text message. I told you Enrique was cool.”

“I miss you, Lelani.”

I didn’t know what I was supposed to do with that information. It was a little too late for him to be expressing his feelings. I wasn’t in the mood for the bull shit.

“Look, Mario, we are connected now. We have a child together. Let’s just focus on that.”

“You’re only saying that because you don’t want to hurt that old guy’s feelings.”

“Don’t talk about my husband that way. I have to go.” I ended the call. When I turned Bethany was standing behind me with a suspicious glare.

“Mira chica, your energy is off, dime que te pasa?”

I chuckled as if nothing was wrong, “Nothing. I’m good.”

She wagged her finger, “I know something is up, but…I suppose you’ll tell me in time.”

I shook my head, “Let’s go.”

The night had arrived. My father and Richard had found some middle ground. Richard took him to the marina they went for a boat ride. As I sat in bed resting, my cellphone sounded. I received a video text of Mario and I fucking.

His full cock stretched out my sweet little pussy. Sounds of passion poured from me as he stroked me masterfully. He pulled his wet cock from my pussy and placed it flat against my belly and watched my hand glide up and down the shaft. His lips touched mine just before he pressed his way back inside.

I replied, “why did you send me this?”

“I just wanted you to remember us. How good we were together.”

“You can do all this with Yasmin.”

“I could. But I don’t want to. I want to do them with you.”

I sighed and deleted the video.

On Friday evening, Richard’s brothers took him and the guys out for a night of fun for his bachelor party. I told him to have fun, but not to get into any trouble, which mainly meant, don’t let your dick end up in another woman’s pussy.

He chuckled, “I’ll behave.”

Now, my party was most likely going to be wild. Even though I told Bethany and Jade to keep it PG-13, I knew they were planning something for mature audiences.

The night began with us ladies piling into two cars: Me along with my future mother-in-law, Jade, Bethany, my sister-in-law Chantel, Crystal my assistant from work, and three other friends from college.

They had rented a posh beach house. It had luxury everything, “Oh my goodness, y’all spent a grip,” I commented as we all walked inside.

Lillian hugged me, “It’s all my treat. I’ve been working with the girls to ensure you have one hell of a time before getting married. Besides, I’m looking for a little fun myself,” she winked and strutted off to the bar to make herself a drink.

I turned and looked at Jade and Bethany, “Okay!”

“Ms. Lillian is wild,” said Jade laughing.

“Oh, man three pregnant women can’t drink any ****.”

“That is very unfortunate for you three,” Bethany said as she strutted off to the bar for a drink. I laughed.

The music played and we played some pretty freaky games, demonstrating how to give a proper blow job. I won of course. Although, Ms. Lillian did give me some stiff competition.

We talked so nastily. About favorite positions, the wildest places we’ve had sex. We had a blast as the music played. Suddenly, I was being blindfolded and tied to a chair, “what the hell?”

“Just sit back chica, the real fun is about to start.”

They all cheered and oohed. I heard sexy music like the kind from a strip club playing. I heard them screaming and carrying on like loose women. I heard, “Alright Lillian, get it!”

“This young man is hung like a horse.”

Everyone screamed! I heard the smooth baritone of a man say, “Where’s the bride to be?”

“She’s right there all ready for you!” said Jade.

“Oh my god, what is happening?” I asked I was so nervous about what this man was going to do. I had told Ricard to behave and there I was about to engage in some risqué behavior.

His accent was distinctly Hispanic, “You’ve been a bad girl mami.”

“Me?”

“Si, tu,” he said as he helped me out of the chair. My hands were still tied. He gave me a little spanking with the encouragement of my friends. He had a nice strong swing; it had some zing to it.

“Oh shit,” I said getting slightly excited.

I felt this man touching and grinding all on me. I felt his hands on my huge tits. I was thinking, sir, your hands ain’t supposed to be all on my tits. Then he bent me over, had his hand on my back, pushing his huge cock on my ass.

“He can bend me over like that anytime,” said Lillian.

They finally removed my blindfold. I saw the man and my jaw nearly dropped. Yet, he was comfortable. He smiled, “Hola senora,” I looked down and saw his huge bulge, like damn papi, I had no idea you was carrying around a monster.

Jade walked around with yarn and a pair of scissors allowing women to cut off the length they thought his cock was. After we all had our pieces of string, he pulled out his cock and walked around to see who got the closest.

Lillian’s string was way too long. He laughed when she touched his cock, “Oh my, I’ve never seen anything quite like this,” she said.

He moved around and when he got to me, I placed the string at the base of his cock and it measured perfectly, “I know you’re punishing cervixes with that thing.”

He chuckled, “The ones that can handle it do.”

I nodded. I had never imagined Enrique as a stripper. That was some side hustle. At the end of the night, before he left, he found me in the kitchen, “I hope we can still be cool after this.”

I nodded, “Of course. I mean I don’t normally touch my guy friend’s dicks but hey.”

“You’re funny. I like that. I hope you enjoy your special day tomorrow.”

“Thank you, Enrique.” He left. The ladies decided to stay up talking until almost two in the morning. Then everyone finally made their way to a bedroom and crashed.

When morning arrived, I found myself walking along the beach. The wind touched my skin, my hair stirred about, the smell of saltwater, seagulls squawked, and pelicans dove into the ocean to retrieve their morning meals. The sun was beginning to rise. In several hours, I would be married on a beach while my family and friends looked on.

So much had happened to get me where I was. I had been through so much. Yet there I was about to receive a huge blessing. No more fucking around…this was it. Mrs. Harris. I would wear my title with pride. I was ready. I took a deep breath and headed back to the beach house to begin the process of turning into a beautiful bride.

Fresh air, soft music, happy smiling faces all sitting out on the beach in white chairs. Some on the left and the others on the right. The aisle was a long white walkway that led to a white gazebo adorned with flowers and crisscrossed cloth. It was a sight to behold as the ocean made for an incredible backdrop.

The bridesmaids were dressed in long Charmeuse Tank V-Neck Bridesmaid Dresses with a slit in the color dusty sage, which was a soft green color that reflected almost silver.

The men looked sharp in their matching tuxedoes. Lord knows I would have chosen black, but it was relatively warm out on the beach that day. I didn’t want anyone dying from heat exhaustion.

It was truly a magnificent day as I saw the people standing watching as I walked down the aisle wearing a floral applique open back tulle wedding dress. The dress was A-line, perfect for my growing baby bump. The detail in the dress from the flowers to the tiny silver beads made me feel like I was the prettiest bride in the world. I saw Richard’s face as he stood waiting for me. His eyes welled with tears.

My hair was slicked back into this bun shaped like a bow with a white hair comb with tiny vines and pearls. My father led me to my man and stepped away certain I knew what I was doing.

Richard reached for my hands. We said our vows and kissed. Pictures were taken. And to my surprise, I looked out and saw Ricard’s sister along with his daughter and the rest of her family.

“They came?”

“I’m just as surprised as you are,” he replied.

I was hoping they came in peace because I wasn’t for any bullshit on my day. His sister walked up, “You are a beautiful bride, congratulations.”

I gave her the head nod. I still wasn’t sure what her angle was. She hugged Richard. His daughter didn’t speak to me, but she hugged her father, “I hope it’s okay for us to stay for the reception.”

I looked at Richard. He looked at her, “You didn’t address my wife.”

She sucked her teeth, “Hi. So, is it okay? It should be. I’m sure my father paid for everything.”

Richard was about to scold her but I chimed in, “Sure, Stay. Sit a spell. Enjoy.” I said before walking off. I wanted to get more pictures with my parents and my brother.

I was shocked to see that Mario was at my wedding, “You came?”

“I’m surprised you went through with it.”

“I told you this morning I would.”

He nodded, “Yeah, I do remember you saying something like that after I kissed you.” His eyes looked watery, “you look beautiful.”

“Thank you.” I watched him walk off the beach. It was time for everyone to funnel inside for the dinner. My mind had flashed back to that Wednesday in the office when he showed up unexpectedly.

Our lips touched. We were in the throes of passion. I pushed him away, but something happened. He pulled me close, “Tell me you don’t still love me.” He demanded.

I couldn’t say it, he kissed me again only that time gentler, running his fingers through my silky wavy black hair. We were both in tears. His hand slipped under my dress and he fingered me to my delight as I moaned in his ear, “we can’t do this.” I said, but he kept strumming my clit and pushing his fingers inside.”

“You want me to stop?” he asked. I couldn’t answer. Before long he was inside of me. He held me in his gaze and stroked slowly with a purpose not letting me look away. He wanted me to know he enjoyed my pussy. He wanted to see the look of ecstasy on my face and he thrust inside.

“I don’t care if you marry him, I know you love me.”

He continued to stroke me lifting me in his arms and bouncing me on his cock. It had been so long since I felt all of him inside of me. I couldn’t help but moan and groan.

He laid me on the sofa and continued to fuck me like tomorrow would never come and all we had was that moment. I was getting scared someone might walk in on us, but no one did.

It ended with him filling my center with his warm substance and us kissing until he started telling me that he loved me, I got off the sofa and went to my bathroom to clean up, “This will never happen again.”

He grinned, “If you say so.”

He was still so fucking cocky. “It won’t.”

He kissed my mouth and left. Then I went to Enrique’s to check out his place.

He was right. It did happen again. After everyone fell asleep, I met him on the beach where we shared a magical moment under the stars. He kissed my mouth and then tasted me below. The sound of the ocean provided the perfect background sound as he eased up on top of me looking down into my eyes. He pushed his cock in and we both moaned.

I knew it was wrong. I couldn’t help it, part of me still loved Mario insanely. If it had not been for Yasmin…I’d still be with Mario. Maybe we would be getting married.

I clawed at his back with every thrust. He felt so good inside of me. It felt like he belonged there. I didn’t want to let him go. And he didn’t want to leave. When he pulled out and released his cum into his hand, we shared a look.

I knew he would never say anything to Richard and I wouldn’t speak a word of it to Yasmin. “We can’t do this again,” I said to him.

He nodded.

I shook my head to clear the memory. Richard walked up to me and kissed my cheek, “Are we ready?”

“Yes. Let’s go.”

We walked to the reception area and prepared for a great time.