One Shot: A Conservative Wedding

In case you couldn't guess, cuckolding themes ahead, although it's not particularly mean and ends happy.

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Samuel Gray, Sam to his friends, fumbles with his bowtie in front of the mirror.

"Darn," He says as the knot useless slips out of place. "I just can't seem to handle these things."

"Here," His best man Darryl says with a laugh, "Let me give you a hand." He reaches up and ties the tie for his buddy. "Man, you have got to relax. You're marrying your childhood sweetheart in ten minutes. You know how storybook that is? Met in grade school, chased her around the playground, dated in high school, went to the same college, and soon you'll be married with kids on the way. So take it easy, maybe have a sip of this whiskey, and go get hitched man!"

Sam smiles. Darryl could put anybody at ease. Looking in the mirror, he and his best man couldn't look less alike. Sam's 5'8, slim, blonde haired figure beside his friend's towering 5'11, dark skinned form. And they'd come from very different backgrounds to boot, but they'd been room mates back in college, been through some pretty rough times together, including one very memorable road trip to California that ended up in Albuquerque, and Sam had no closer companion, with the possible exception of Lily, his soon to be bride.

Sam takes a swig from the flask Darryl hands him, and coughs. "Je-jeepers Dare, how do you drink this stuff?"

Darryl shoots him a winning grin. "Practice. Now come on, we've got to get you in position."

They hurry around to where the rest of the wedding processional, minus the Bride and the father of the bride, of course, are waiting. "Are we all ready?" Sam asks, "Everybody here?"

"We're good to go." Evelyn, Lily's mother, assures Sam. "Just have to wait for the music to start."

And so they wait for a few moments, until the slow, sentimental notes of the processional music come wafting through the church doors. And, right on cue, the procession begins, starting with the mother of the bride.

Sam waits until she's gone about ten feet, before he sets out down the aisle, Darryl a few steps behind him. And so the processional goes, groomsmen, bridesmaids, Maid of Honor, all follow behind Sam as he approaches the Altar, and the officiant, Annie.

She's a beautiful, buxom futa with long, dyed red hair. Since Annie's a friend of Lily's, and both Sam and Lily agreed that it'd be much more personal to have Annie officiate their marriage and consummation rather than just picking a random futa-minister, so Annie got ordained by one of those online programs and checked all the right boxes to make sure everything was proper. She's even donned the traditional officiate garb; the modified vestments are identical to a standard Anglican minister's, save for the alterations to fit her rather large breasts, and, of course, the codpiece that shows her impressive bulge.

Sam reaches the altar, takes his position, and waits until Lily starts her walk. His bride's truly a vision of beauty and grace, although you can't really tell for the white veil that covers her. She's about 5'9, slightly taller than Sam, blonde with such bright blue eyes that shine like diamonds. Her body, with its supple curves and fair skin, is gorgeous, but best of all is her smile. Every time Sam sees it he could just melt.

At last, the moment has arrived. Lily reaches the altar, Sam lifts the veil, the words are said, and they exchange their first kiss, officially man and wife. Sam can't believe how hungrily his normally shy bride kisses him before the congregation. It must be true what they say, about how futa affect women. He can't wait for them to reach the honeymoon sweet.

And so, after the bouquet and garter have been tossed, man and wife march from the church with their officiate, and climb into the car the reads "just married." With that, they're off to the nearby suite for the consummation. And for Sam, they can't get their soon enough, as Lily climbs all over him, swept up in her passion. They kiss again and again, hands moving freely across each other, and he's pretty sure if they don't get to the hotel soon, he may be going into the lobby of the hotel without his clothes.

But fortunately, they arrive soon enough, and quickly go up to the suite. The door's barely shut before the newlyweds are undressing one another, eager to begin their new lives together. Sam's naked, and has helped Lily out of her dress, leaving her in only the wedding lingerie beneath it, plus her veil, when Annie interrupts.

"Um, excuse me, but aren't you two lovebirds forgetting something?" She asks, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she removes her vestments. "Sam, I've got to plow before you can plant the seeds. After all, we'd hate for your seed to go to waste."

"Oh yeah." Sam says. In the heat of the moment, he'd forgotten about that.

"Don't worry honey," Lily says, "I'll get thirteen loads out of her in no time, and then it's our turn." They both smile and kiss, truly and deeply in love.

"We'll get through it as fast as possible Sam." Annie agrees as she slides her pants off, sounding very excited. She likes Sam a lot, he's a great guy, but she'd be lying if she said that "plowing" Lily before Sam got his turn wasn't the hottest thing she'd ever heard. She's definitely going to do more of these fundamentalist weddings, she thinks to herself as she finishes disrobing.

Her cock, currently six inches, flops out of her loose fitting ceremonial undergarments as she removes them, and she can't help but smirk inwardly. Completely flaccid and she's still just as big as Sam's full sized erection, and she can see some discomfort in Sam's eyes as he notices that fact.

"Alright Lily," Annie says, eagerly, "I've been dialing it back so you could focus on lover-boy, but now get ready for the real deal." Annie ratchets her pheromones up to the max and watches as Lily's pupil dilate. Immediately, the blonde rushes over to her redheaded friend, who takes her shoulders and gently pushes her down.

"You've got to get me up first, sweetheart." Lily needs no encouragement, and quickly takes the futa's flaccid cock into her mouth. The pheromones suppress her gag reflex so she can take it to the hilt as it grows to its full nine inches. Annie grabs the blonde's hair, and sets to work on a proper face fuck.

"Gulg gulg gulg gulg gulg." Lily gasps and gulps as Annie drives in and out of her face. The futa's large balls slap her chin, and the overall process quickly ruins her makeup. She'll be at this a while; it's tradition to for the bride to take the first load orally, and Annie's never cum from head in less than twenty minutes.

Sam watches, not sure how to feel. He knows this is part of the natural process, but he can't help but feel something's wrong. Lily's his and he's Lily's, that's what marriage means, so why is his wife losing her virginity to someone else, especially such a well-endowed someone else? But he knows in his heart that his love for Lily, and Lily's love for him, goes well beyond sex, so he decides it doesn't matter. Even if that doesn't stop the feeling of wrongness as Lilly's drool and Annie's precum anoint his wife's breasts.

Annie turns and looks at him as she face fucks his bride. "This is going to take a while. You can stay and watch if you want, but I won't blame you if you want to go into the other room and relax a while." Traditions don't say whether the man should stay in the room. Well, they do, but there's multiple, conflicting views on the matter. Annie wants Sam to stick around. Having him watch makes this so much hotter, but on the other hand, she can probably make this a lot more crazy without him around.