Wedding day

The day of the wedding finally arrived. I had chosen my brother Anthony to be my best man. He told me it was traditional for the best man to go and check on the bride and bridesmaids on the morning of the wedding, which I was somewhat dubious about. I asked why he couldn't just phone them but he insisted it was traditional to do it in person. So off he set that morning with a knowing smirk on his face, returning a couple of hours later with a satisfied smile, informing me that Gloria was very much ready, as was Laura who was acting as her bridesmaid.

We spent the rest of the morning getting ready ourselves and made our way to the ceremony venue. I felt incredibly nervous yet excited as Anthony and I waited at the front of the hall for the bridal party to arrive. Eventually the master of ceremonies gave the nod and the music started up. Anthony and I stood along with the rest of the congregation, and I turned to see my bride to be coming down the aisle in an incredible wedding dress, accentuating those glorious boobs of hers. She and Peter walked down the aisle slowly and I could see the men in the congregation positively salivating over her as they did so, gawping at her cleavage as she approached and staring at her ass as she sidled past them. It felt like an age before she reached us at the front, beaming with pleasure at me as I took my place by her side and the ceremony could begin.

Apart from the master of ceremonies continually gawping at Gloria's cleavage while leading the ceremony, it went without any problems. Gloria emphasised the words "have" and "hold" in the exchange of vows, and it wasn't long before it was done and he formally told me I could kiss the bride. We didn't need any persuading and embraced passionately. Gloria moved her hands instantly to my butt and the crowd whooped and cheered as we kissed. We then made our way back along the aisle together as husband and wife. My face was aching from smiling so much but I couldn't stop, and I didn't care that many of the guests were openly lusting after my wife; she was mine now, and mine alone.

The wedding reception was lovely; an enjoyable meal followed by amusing speeches from Peter and Anthony. My own speech went ok I think, it all passed in a blur. Then came the first dance, another chance to smooch with Gloria in front of everyone, followed by a buffet in the evening and an opportunity to mingle with everyone. Gloria must have been a bit nervous still as every so often she disappeared to the toilet or outside to get some fresh air, and several of the other guests were coming and going too. Laura was also in and out of the room a fair bit and at one point came back in with a spillage of what I was told was yoghurt on her bridesmaid dress, which was a pity. Oddly enough I don't remember seeing any yoghurt on the buffet table.

Eventually the moment came for Gloria and I to head off for our first night together and the beginning of our honeymoon. We were staying that night in nearby hotel before travelling to our honeymoon destination the next day. As soon as we were in the honeymoon suite, we didn't waste any time before consummating our marriage. We couldn't keep our hands off each other and we relished calling each other "husband" and "wife". I remember at long last seeing Gloria's incredible naked tits, drinking in the sight of her perfect body for a couple of seconds before pulling her into my arms and collapsing together on the bed.

Her pussy was so wet, it was as if it was already full before I started. I didn't notice any resistance from her hymen or seeing any blood, but that wasn't something I particularly thought about at the time, consumed as I was with lusty passion for my bride. Those two weeks or our honeymoon were utterly blissful. We would fuck at pretty much every opportunity, from waking up together in the morning to falling asleep in each other's arms in at night. Things weren't all that different when we reached our new home, but we had to settle down a bit as we began our new jobs. Gloria had secured a job as a junior project manager for some company I had never heard of, and I started working full time in an intense but satisfying role related to my degree. We would often come home tired, and then share the household chores equally between us, and it meant that sex took a bit of a back seat. It was great when it happened but it was once or twice a week at the most, and sometimes we'd go a week or more without.

Occasionally one or other of our jobs would require one of us to stay away at some conference or other, and we settled into a steady, pleasant routine. With Gloria as my wife I needed nobody else, and I still had to pinch myself every so often that of all the people who were lusting after her at university, she had chosen me to be her one and only husband. It was bliss and the years started to fly past.

Then one day, everything changed.