Three Months Later – The Wedding

The small chapel was packed with friends, coworkers, and a surprising number of strangers who just wanted to watch. Lena walked slowly down the aisle in nothing but a sheer white bridal veil, white lace stockings, a tiny white bra that barely contained her heavy tits, and matching white panties already soaked through.

Every step she took, hands reached out from the pews. Male guests freely groped her as she passed — squeezing her ass, slapping her tits, tugging her nipples, one guy even slipped his fingers inside her panties and fingered her for a few steps before letting her continue. Lena’s cheeks were flushed, soft moans escaping her lips with every touch, but her eyes stayed locked on Kurt waiting at the altar.

This is really happening… I’m actually getting married.

When she finally reached him, her veil was slightly crooked, her left tit had been pulled out of the bra, and fresh handprints glowed pink across her ass and thighs.

Kurt took her hands, smiling like a man who still couldn’t believe his luck.

The officiant kept the ceremony short and sweet. When it came time for the vows, Lena looked up at Kurt, eyes shining, and said clearly:

“I, Lena Voss, take you, Kurt Wrecker, to be my husband. I promise to be your free-use wife every single day… and to always let you see the woman behind the holes.”

Kurt’s voice was thick when he answered. “I promise to love you, protect you, and never treat you like you’re just another warm body. You’re mine… and I’m yours.”

The officiant grinned. “You may now fuck the bride.”

Kurt immediately bent Lena over the altar, ripped her soaked panties aside, and sank into her in one deep thrust while the entire chapel cheered and clapped.

Lena moaned loudly, pushing back against him, veil slipping over her face.

Finally… I’m his. Completely his.