Consummating the Marriage - Part 2: The Vows

Stepping inside the apartment, it was clear the newlyweds had put a lot of thought into their special night. The living room’s curtains had been drawn shut, the only light coming from small candles that had been placed throughout the abode. Shadows that danced across the walls in tune with the flickering of flames were coupled with the faint hints of a slow violin piece that could be heard from further within, no doubt an attempt at setting some sort of mood.

“Romantic; I like it.” you state as you step in, Bill closing the door behind you.

He lets out a small cough, obvious pleased you find the ambiance satisfactory. “Olivia and I want this night to be perfect.”

You nod, in full agreement. “Where is Olivia?” you ask, glancing around and failing to spot his wife.

He gestures further into the apartment, beckoning you to follow. “She’s waiting in the bedroom. Shall we?”

Following his lead, the two of you head for the master bedroom. Unlike the apartment you share with Ashley, Bill and Olivia’s flat contains only the one bedroom, allowing it to be nearly as big as both of yours and Ashley’s combined. Just like Bill had said, his wife was standing next to their large bed, the woman a stunning vision of pure beauty.

Olivia was dressed simply - wearing a clear, see-through nighty which showcased each of her firm feminine curves. Through the lace you could see she was also wearing white bridal lingerie, no doubt ready to pretend she and Bill were still celebrating their wedding night. She even had a flowery girdle around her left thigh. Her hair was done, styled to utter perfection, and her makeup did nothing but accent her Mediterranean features.

She looked like a middle eastern angel.

“Wow” you say as you freeze in place, genuinely taken aback by her beauty. “Olivia, you look angelic.”

The girl in question blushes crimson while Bill beams with pride next to you. “I’m an incredibly lucky man” he says, fully incapable of being modest in the moment.

Olivia quickly regains her composure and sits on the edge of the bed, beckoning the two of you closer. “Thank you for coming, John. We’re so happy you could join us, after what happened.” Bill slowly makes his way to her side while she speaks, taking his place next to her on the bed.

“I presume you finished editing our vows?”

You lift the papers in question, smiling broadly. “I have them right here!”

Olivia smiles in return. “Perfect.”

Silence falls between the three of you, the only sound in the room is that violin piece you heard earlier. You note it’s coming from a set of large speakers placed on opposite ends of a large drawer, the couple no doubt wanting to use it to set the mood. That or to cover Olivia loud shrieks during sex.

Olivia nuzzles into her husband’s grip, snaking a head across the firmness of his abs before letting it disappear behind the open cuff of his shirt. The other wraps around his head and pulls him into a sensual kiss. Bill’s hands aren’t idle either, his opting to hold her by the waist as the kiss turns passionate. You let the newlyweds enjoy their intimacy for a couple of minutes before stepping forward, ready to officiate.

“Alright, so I have here a copy of your newly revised wedding vows.” you begin, raising the items in question. The couple finish their kiss as you speak, intending to listen to your every word.

“As owner of this marriage, I have every right to decide what you two are vowing to do with one another over the course of your partnership. Furthermore, seeing as you’ve already been wed, it stems to reason that you both mutually agree with what I’ve written up and plan to follow them to the letter. Failing to do so means going against the very promises you made to your significant other when you stood on the altar and said ‘I do’”.

When you’re finish, they both nod in agreement, fully accepting the impossibility that is you fully owning their marriage and dictating how they should behave within it.

“We wouldn’t have gotten married if we weren’t ready to commit to this.” Olivia says as she rests in her husband’s grip, her hands on his lap.

“I love you sweetheart” he adds while pulling her into another, much shorter kiss.

“Excellent” you comment, ready to proceed. “Now, onto the vows. I won’t read them verbatim, but I’ll make sure to leave a copy with the two of you so you both can review them if required. I’ll start with Olivia’s.”

You pause for dramatic effect before commencing your plan of changing the course of this couple’s marriage forever.

“Olivia, by marrying Bill, you vow to become the perfect housewife for him. No more time lost pursuing a college degree or starting a career. Instead, you promise to always be at home for him, making sure that he has a clean apartment to come home too, a warm meal to fill his belly, and a loyal wife to stand by his side. You will take up a rigorous exercise routine to ensure Bill has a wife whose body he’ll love to showcase and always want to fuck, as well as vowing to give him the space he needs and visit friends and family if he ever wants to have some alone time. You will strive to keep him sexually satisfied, always trying to find new and exciting ways to spice up your sex lives. Lastly, when the time comes, you will be the perfect mother to your children, vowing to do everything in your power to raise them to be as successful and dashing as he is.”

The mood brought forth by the candles and violin, coupled with the visions you were instilling in them, were evidently causing the couple’s arousal to increase as you slowly filled Olivia in on her new role in their marriage. Their hands started roaming across their bodies with each passing vow, teasing each other in order to keep the sexual tension alive and growing.

If Olivia was shocked by how much you’d just changed her entire life plans, she didn’t show it. Instead, she simply nuzzled into her husband’s neck, giving soft kisses while whispering that she promises to do everything you’d just stated and more, as listed in her wedding vows.

“Now, onto Bill’s” you continue while flipping to the next page. “Bill, you vow to become the perfect working husband to Olivia. You will take up long hours at the office, develop an ambitious drive to climb up the corporate ladder, and will seek promotion after promotion in order to ensure Olivia lives as comfortably as she desires. She’ll want for nothing; you promising to provide everything she ever wishes for. You vow to keep her physically, emotionally, spiritually, and sexually satisfied to the best of your abilities, or will actively seek alternative means if you are unable to do so. Lastly, you will commit yourself fully to her, always making sure that she knows she’s truly the only woman for you.”

Just like his wife, Bill provided zero complaints to the way you’d just shifted his life. In fact, he seemed more eager than before, the young man fully immersed in the passionate kiss he was sharing with his wife. They broke off just long enough for him to echo your promises, assuring her that he’ll follow his vows to the letter.

Olivia, moaning in complete agreement, pulls him back into a wet kiss and you rush to execute the last phase of your plan before the couple succumbs to their growing lust. By the way they were clinging to each other, it was evident they hadn’t been intimate in a long while.

“Now, for my vows.”

As expected, your words break the spell that had befallen the married couple and they quickly disengage from one another, each shifting their entire focus onto you.

“Your vows?” Olivia repeats, staring at you confused.

You nod, having fully anticipated their reaction. “Yes, my vows. I own this marriage and so it’s only fair that I also play a role, albeit a less involved one.”

Your words seem to calm the duo and they fall back into a comfortable embrace. You judge it won’t be long before they’re consumed by lust once more. At least you once again have their attention, for now.

“So, continuing, I vow to play the role as marriage counselor or mediator. Should any argument or indecision befall the two of you, my job is to pave the way to compromise. My verdict will be final and I expect you both to adhere to it to the best of your capabilities.”

As you speak, Bill and Olivia resume their passionate embrace, no doubt deciding that any information they miss in the heat of the moment could be remembered when they eventually review your documents. Still, seeing as the next step is critically important, you decide to continue talking anyway, not caring in the slightest whether they’re paying attention.

“I also own your finances.” you state matter-of-factly. If the couple was shocked by the fact that you just claimed ownership of their bank accounts, all the way down to the smallest penny, they didn’t show it. “That means that any large expenses will have to go through me first, and subsequently approved. You’ll still be allowed to withdraw enough cash to live within your means, but anything not immediately used for those purposes will be mine to use as I see fit.”

By now, you’re not even sure if the couple’s still listening to you. Bill has pushed Olivia onto her back, fingers clawing at her breast from atop her nighty while he kisses her passionately. His wife’s arousal and excitement for the moment at hand is evident by the way her hips squirm, her legs dangling off the bed. He quickly breaks the kiss and moves to nuzzle Olivia’s neck, leaving a trail of saliva as she coos.

“Is that all?” she manages to get out, finally looking up at you. You nod just as she takes a sharp gasp between moans, the newlywed then beckoning you with an inviting hand. “Come then” she motions, hoping to draw you closer. “Please, join us.”

“Wait, what?” you ask, confused. You’d come here having already planned out the entire night, but this wasn’t a part of the script.

Bill moves away from his wife’s neck and joins her in prompting you forward. “Like we said before, your role in this partnership is just as important as ours. Now get your ass over here and help us consummate your marriage.”

You shake your head, recovering from this shock quickly. With a grin on your face, you find it impossible to refuse their offer and quickly rush forward to the edge of the bed, joining them.