The wedding night's lovers...

"What a day", Julius fell back on the large lair in the bridal suite. He kicked off his shoes ostentatiously, which bounced off the mini-bar.

"I didn't think we could get them to order", Romea lay down next to her husband, not believing that all the guests were finally asleep when they barely got upstairs. It was a real challenge to drag everyone into their own individual room.

"We were supposed to spend this night differently", Julius put his hands under the head and looked thoughtfully at the ceiling, "But someone had to take care of them."

"You know what? We can still spend the night as we should", Romea smiled flippantly, getting on her feet, overwhelmed by the new layers of motivation. The husband saw how she hardened with excitement.

"I don't know if I'm used to the change enough to go all the way. I don't really want to be ... penetrated", Julius sat up in bed, watching with concern his bustling wife.

"That's good, because I will be penetrated", Romea replied with a smile on her face, holding a brand new strapon in one hand and a lubricant in the other, "I gave myself an enema on purpose, I also read the guides in the men's section on the internet for better understanding of the topic ... gays really know their stuff ..."

"Why, cutie pie? Why did you do that?", Julius allowed his wife to help him undress. He began to feel the warmth in his crotch at the sight of her naked breasts.

"For you. I thought that on this important day you would still want to be the man. You've been waiting a long time for this moment, and I don't want to take this opportunity away from you", Romea, after removing his bottom, put a false phalanx on his waist. The groom looked with a joyful spark in his eyes at the recovered companion, even despite the clarity of being fake.

The bride positioned herself on four, haughty sticking out her ass. Julius slowly inserted the strapon into the anus, listening to the girl's sore panting. He moved slowly, trying to get her used to the rod in her rectum. The groom relished, holding her broad hips, her wailing, and the shape of her breasts. He clung to the wife's back, rhythmically pumping her from behind.

Despite the image, which excited him extremely, he felt that was not enough. His crotch was getting wetter and wetter and the newly gained female instinct desired to fill his swollen lips with something long and big. Wanting to calm these urges, he thrust his body harder into Romea, and then grabbed her penis. He started jerking her off, enjoying her moaning.

The stimulated prostate and the constantly working foreskin made the bride ecstasic. She didn't know when she fired with male juice or when she slumped down on the pillow with her face.

"Now my turn", Julius said, rotating the barely conscious woman, and removing the strapon. He spreaded his curtains and slowly guided her club to the opening. The first penetration in his life was marvellous for him. Like stuffing the ear with a cotton bud, but permeated with more overhelming sensation while entering.

He could ride her endlessly, faster and faster, letting the manhood go deeper and deeper, pounding against the cervix. Elation boiled in him and finally popped up like a seething pot. Unable to bear it, he collapsed beside Romea and a single squirt dropped out from between his shaking legs.

He felt like a teenage boy learning his own body all over again.