That evening

The rest of the wedding festivities pass without any other occurences of note, except you telling Amanda a quiet "thank you for all your help" when you get a quick chance to speak to her without anyone else being able to hear. She simply shrugs and says "Any time." What a unique woman.

You and Cassie are able to just fully enjoy the kick-ass wedding you've organized. Well, you are, anyway. It's difficult to tell how much the whole vaginal edging thing has got to Cassie, and whether she's been able to push her **** need for orgasm to the back of her head yet or not. She's not wearing the Ben Wa balls any more, so hopefully it hasn't been too bad. Still, she must have the worst case of female blue balls in the world, whatever the term for that is. Blue ovaries? Cold clit?

While you of course know that this is only going to last for another three months, Cassie believes that the commitment she just made to an Anal Only Lifestyle is forever. So from her perspective, her clit might as well be compeltely numb, or not there at all. That's got to be a weird thought to have stuck in her head throughout her wedding day.

You barely get a moment alone with her, and when you do, you ignore the elephant in the room and try to keep the wedding day as 'normal' as possible, asking each other how you are, sharing a loving embrace and romantic kiss, that sort of thing.

You are still accompanied by your best man and his partner when you arrive at your hotel room. Cassie unlocks the door and excuses herself to the bathroom while you finish chatting to them and thanking them for their help keeping the day running smoothly. Eventually you wave them goodbye and they head down the hall towards their own room.

As you enter the hotel room, the wardrobe is to the right and the door to the bathroom is on the left. You assume Cassie is still in there and you turn to the wardrobe, removing your suit jacket and placing it on a hanger. Then you begin to unbutton your shirt as you walk into the main section of the hotel room, the rest of the bed slowly coming into view.

There on the bed, her head pressed against the centre of the headboard, face-down ass-up, is Cassie. Her wedding dress is gone and she's wearing nothing... nothing except for a pair of white silky Anal Only panties. Her cute little asshole is on show, clenched tighter than ever, untouched for an entire week. Her pussy is hidden from view by the silk fabric. The perfect sight for an Anal Only fetishist who does not want to see his wife's vagina and is only interested in her asshole.

You'd almost forgotten her final instruction, which you had delivered via Amanda this morning: 'Treat today as if it were a normal Sunday.' Amanda would likely not have understood the full meaning behind this sentence, but Cassie had understood and obeyed. Your wedding night is to be an Anal Only objectification session, just like normal. Speechless rough anal sex where her asshole (and afterwards, her mouth) are the only relevant parts of her body and her personhood.

This isn't what I would have wanted. You tell yourself, but you are already removing the rest of your clothes and climbing up on the bed behind her. It just has to be done.

Your cock, on the other hand, is all too eager. It's diamond-hard and throbbing urgently, **** to fill the inside of Cassie's warm, tight hole once again. What else is there to do but satisfy its cravings? You guide your head to the entrance to her tunnel, and push inside.

Cassie's taint looked dry and closed-off on the outside, but this must have been due to the careful use of tissue paper. The inner walls of Cassie's chute are exceptionally well-lubricated, just as they have been on any Sunday night in recent memory. Your turgid shaft meets much less resistance than you initially expected as it inches its way up inside her. Still, you can feel a difference in the strength of her sphincter's resistance against you: the lack of daily anal action has definitely rendered her slightly tighter, and as the widest point of your member arrives at Cassie's opening, you hear her grunt into the pillow her face is buried inside.

What a way to make love for the first time as a married couple.

You don't push your last two inches in on the first stroke. Instead you set about helping her lovetunnel become accustomed to the first several inches of its old friend, pulling all the way back out, then easing your way back in to the same point. You repeat this maneuver over and over, searching for some kind of balance between gentle and rough. You don't want her to remember this assfuck session any more negatively than she has to, but at the same time you're obliged to perform 'rough anal sex' and if in the future the blackmailers overhear Cassie discussing how you were loving and gentle on your wedding night, they may conclude that you cheated.

From what you've read online about anal, it's pretty intense when the insertion is completely removed, allowing the sphincter to shut itself again, only to be **** open again and again as the anal invader returns again and again. That probably explains why Cassie, who is usally excellent at maintaining complete silence while you perform your Sunday Sodomy, is tonight openly grunting and groaning, trying to use the thick fabric of the pillow to muffle herself as best as possible.

After a number of minutes you realize that this is probably more torment for her than just normal anal sex. In fact you should probably have stopped this a while back, but it's taken you this long to recover your train of thought. The undeniable truth is that what you were doing to Cassie's asshole felt amazing, and your body just didn't want to stop. Quietly but violently shaking your head to try and shoo away the temptations to keep testing Cassie's sphincter's limits of tolerance, you lean forward and begin to fuck her properly. This time, you allow your weight to **** those last two inches of man-meat inside.

Cassie literally squeals, and both her legs flail around at your sides for a moment.

This is unlike her. She's had your full length inside her enough times to know what it feels like to be fully anally impaled on your cock. What's different this time? Is it too much, what you've done to her already? Has your repeated and persistent **** of her outer ring left her unable to go on? What does that mean if she can't? Is it all over? Have you failed?

But despite the apparent overwhelming sensation, Cassie makes no move to push you off or tap out. Her feet lower back down to the bed, and even though you can feel that she's slightly shaking, her ass remains in the air and her face remains smushed into the bed. The message is clear - you are allowed to continue.

Being balls-deep inside your wife's guts leaves few options for how to proceed. You can either do long in-and-out strokes or short deep thrusts. Your instinct tells you that she might struggle more with the former, since it would cause a lot more duress on the inner lining of her anal cavity, and more importantly, on her butthole itself. Short and hard pounding would put more intense pressure on the nerves deep inside her, but it should give her outer gate a rest. Well, as much of a rest as it can have when stretched wide open by the base of your shaft.

THUD THUD THUD

The sound isn't particularly loud, but it feels loud as your cockhead knocks on the door to her rectum over and over and over and over. God, it feels amazing. The entirety of your dick is being clenched tightly by all those circular muscles. Her asshole feels hungry, like it wants to milk the cum out of your balls and guzzle it all down deep inside her belly. It also feels undeniably manly and dominant to be using your wife's hole in a way that's so clearly for your pleasure, and your pleasure alone, with no consideration necessary for whether it feels good to her, or uncomfortable, or even painful. It doesn't matter - her role in this is to keep her head low and her ass high and her asshole available.

"Fuck fuck fuck!" Cassie is now literally grunting swear words into the pillow. She sounds barely lucid - the slurred nature of her speech makes her sound like she's gotten through way more drinks than she actually has.

She probably can't take much more of this - you need to bring yourself to orgasm inside her, and fast, before she pulls away from too much pain and everything will have been for nothing. Frustratingly, the **** content of your own bloodstream and your fear of failure work against you, and even when you pick up the pace a little you can tell you are going to need to keep going for a bit longer to reach your peak.

"Fuckshitfuckfuckfuckfuck..." Cassie's voice is more high pitched than you've ever heard it before. Your poor bride! Does that mean she's never experienced this much hurt before? Are you now the sole cause of the most painful moment of her life? Isn't that supposed to be reserved for the miracle of childbirth, not some sordid anal destruction on her wedding night? And why is the mental image of your darling bride's demolished innards helping you get close to orgasm?

It doesn't really matter why. The truth is that you're now there. It's about to happen - you're going to blow. You lose control - your limiter is removed and your body goes into overdrive, pouding into her poor abused hole as hard as you can. If she wasn't about to tap out before, surely this would push things over the line. But it doesn't matter, becuase your orgasm is now guaranteed, and is mere moments away.

"Cumming! I'm cumming! Holy fucking shit I'm cumming!"

That's not you. That's Cassie's voice, desperately trying to keep to a whisper to avoid any other hotel guests hearing her through the thin walls.

Cassie's limbs are shuddering and her hips are bucking. She's in the throes of a powerful orgasm! An anal only orgasm. Any doubt in your mind whether they were truly possible in real life is gone, thanks to the undeniable evidence before you - a woman unable to stop her body from squeezing and flailing and spasming and stretching itself, all while firmly impaled on your dick.

As you are so distracted with the miraculous display occuring in front of you that your own orgasm catches you by surprise. You make a weird glugging noise as your John Thomas begins to deposit its healthy load of babymakers into the wrong hole.

Cassie makes a sort-of shuddering, sighing sound as she feels you squirting your warm goo inside her asshole. Her hips are still doing these little double-shakes every second or so - it would appear that the tail-end of her orgasm is a lasting a long time.

In that moment, you feel more connected to Cassie than ever before. You are orgasming at the same time, while performing an intensely intimate act, with your member inside a sacred place that no other human has ever been.

After your balls have finished their holy duty of attempting to impregnate your wife's infertile backdoor, the mind-blowing nature of what just unfolded washes over you, manifesting itself as overpowering fatigue. You fall backwards onto the bed, your pecker slipping out of Cassie's slightly-gaped rosebud and starting to dirty the sheets with a mixture of ass juices, lube, and cum.

In a flash, Cassie has swiveled round and her hands are clamped down on your thighs, her lips surging down your shaft as rapidly as they can move until they reach the base, the tip of your now slightly-soft member pushing against the entrance to her throat. She begins the most sloppy and noisy blowjob of her life, hoovering up your combined sex juices as if she needs to consume it to live. You're not sure you've seen anything like it, even in porn, but here is your legally wed wife devouring the meat that was just in her butthole like a hungry horse.

You watch with silent amazement for a minute, but after a while the post-orgasmic shame combined with your **** fatigue compels you to close your eyes and lie your head back, and just quietly let her fulfill her wifely duties.

After what feels like ten minutes but could have easily been only two, Cassie feels satisfied that your cock, balls, and even the sheets beneath them are sufficiently free of any liquid except for her saliva, and after some final audible gulps, she crawls up beside you and her head lies down beside yours at the foot of the bed.

"That was the best sex... and the best orgasm... I've ever had in my life." She whispers in your ear. "I love you so much."

You pause for a moment, unable to fully comprehend what she's just told you.

"I... I love you too." You whisper back as reassuringly as you can.

She sighs with contentment, rests her head on your chest, and goes to sleep. And throughout the hotel various friends and family also find peaceful slumber, blissfully unaware of the sinful acts that just took place between the two lovebirds that just hours ago said their vows.

You lie there, so very tired, and yet entirely unable to sleep.