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A Wedding Story - Part Three: To Have and To Scold By: Michael Lee © 2002, by Michael Lee. All rights reserved.
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[AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is a continuation of
"A Wedding Story - Part Two, For Better or Worse". While "To Have
and To Scold" begins where "For Better or Worse" ends, it is also
written as a stand-alone story, and may be enjoyed by those that have read Part
One and/or Part Two and those that haven't. Enjoy!]
Her new husband had been first, consummating their marriage with an undeniably wonderful fuck. But then, Stephen had fallen into a deep sleep triggered by his orgasm, with an assist to the empty bottle of champagne still upturned in the ice bucket. Christine had only two glasses, leaving the rest for her new husband, trusting the lethal combination of alcohol and orgasm to have its intended effect. So far, it seemed to have worked. Christine was able to sneak away from her honeymoon bed as planned, fully intending to let Grant have her once again. But this time, Grant had a surprise of his own waiting for her. Somehow, he had looked into her heart, and in the process, had uncovered one of her most secret fantasies. And with his help, she had finally been able to experience it. Less than one hour ago, she had been fucked by a nameless, faceless, stranger. His cock became a fantasy cock, the cock of every man she had secretly lusted for in her past, men she'd never had the courage to experience. Until then. Over the course of the past 24 hours, Christine's dormant sexuality had been rudely and permanently awakened. The depths of her desires and the intensity of her need were frightening, as was the ease with which she had forsaken her vows. Both now conspired against her, causing her hand to tremble as she closed the door behind her. The room was still almost completely dark. She paused, listening for the deep sound of her husband's breathing as her eyes searched the darkness. She saw him before she heard him, a dark shape lying still beneath the covers. She tiptoed across the room, lowering the zipper to her dress as she moved. Stepping out of the dress, she kicking it behind her partially open suitcase before entering the bathroom, easing the door closed behind her. She reached for the switch, flinching as the light blazed into her reddened eyes. Once again, she stared into a mirror. Pangs of guilt ripped through her, threatening to overwhelm her in a potent mixture of regret, guilt, pleasure, and satisfaction as she looked. She took care to clean herself once again and prayed Stephen wouldn't notice how rough she looked. The skin just inside her thighs was still reddened from her exertions. Please, she thought. Please let him think he caused that. Regardless, there was no need to worry, for she would find out in a minute. With a deep breath, she left the bathroom, and climbed into the bed completely nude. Stephen stirred, rolling over to place a heavy arm across her stomach. She turned away slightly, letting him spoon against her. His legs pressed into the back of her knees, forming against her. The pressure brought his crotch directly against her ass, and as his arm wrapped across her chest, she felt the stirring of his erection. Despite her exhaustion, her heart began to pound as she considered would was about to happen. She was about to be fucked once more. His hand slid across her waist, pausing to cup her breast in a soft embrace, teasing until the nipple began to tighten. Christine's breathing began to quicken as her body responded to his touch. She closed her eyes, her conscience letting go of the conflict welling inside. Grant was gone, the stranger had spent his passions and left, and here she was again, back in her husband's arms. It appeared her illicit affair had escaped detection, so with an imperceptible sigh of relief she took his hand and kissed it, before guiding his hand back to her breast. Stephen's hand began trace lazy circles on her breast, drawing close to her nipple, then pausing now and again to gently pinch the tight little point. Each time he did this, she would gasp, followed by a few quick breaths when he would resume the maddening tease. By now, his engorged cock prodded against the crevice of her ass, insistent and eager. She felt Stephen stir, moaning softly as he brushed aside her disheveled auburn curls and kissed the nape of her neck. The kisses quickly became more insistent, as did his hands. Both of them were breathing loudly in the quiet room as their passions reached a fever pitch. Finally, Christine could stand no more. She turned her head towards her husband, whispering the only word spoken since she had returned to his bed. "Please." The fire was threatening to consume her, but she was as frightened by the source as she was aroused. How could I want him so badly right now? How many times can I do this in one night? She chastised herself, afraid to consider why she wanted him so much right now, but with a sigh of resignation, knew she could no longer prevent it. After all, she was his new wife, why wouldn't he want her again? And despite it all, she wanted to fuck. God help her, she wanted Stephen inside her, knowing exactly how well her pussy had been used tonight. So, she pulled away, turning slightly as she rolled onto her stomach, pulling Stephen by his hand until he was lying on her back. She could feel the length of him, his body warm against her skin, the wet tip of his cock now against the cheek of her ass. This is what she needed. She wanted her husband to fuck her as the stranger had. She wanted to be taken, to be used once more, to be savagely fucked yet again. She was a terrible wife, and deserved to be treated as such. Without a doubt, she could not make love. And she wasn't exactly sure when she'd be able to again. Maybe in a few days, but right now, she couldn't bear the thought of making love to Stephen face-to-face. She feared her eyes would betray her infidelity. Stephen began to slide down her body, trailing tender wet kisses down the curve of her back before continuing up the swell of her ass. But his tenderness was quenching her fires, and she had to screw her eyes shut to prevent the tears that threatened to come. This isn't going to work, she thought. And suddenly, she had an idea. She thought back to her reception, to the moment when Stephen removed the garter from her thigh, noticing at the same time how her pussy had been exposed to all the men gathered around. As she remembered the look of hunger on Stephen's face, she knew what to do. "Stephen," she said, barely finding her voice. He sat up slightly, stopping his kisses. "What?" She took the opportunity to rise up to her knees, keeping her arms and head down on the mattress. She began to slowly wiggle her ass. "I've been bad, sweetie. I've been soooo bad." "I know, baby. But that's what I love about you. I love the way you can be bad. Now, come here, and let me make it all . . . " She interrupted him, not allowing him to return to the tender session he seemed to have in mind. "No, I mean really bad. Don't you remember what I did?"
Stephen seemed a bit unsure, pausing slightly
before continuing. "Uh, I'm not sure what you mean, sweetie. What did you
do?" "At the reception . . . when you pulled off my garter, my . . . um . . . your friends saw me." To Christine's delight, it seemed to be working. She heard a change in his voice, the inflection of his words becoming harder. "Yeah, I saw that. That was very bad Christine. I'm not sure I liked it when you showed your pussy like that." "I'm sorry, really. I . . . I just didn't think about it 'til it was too late." "Still, you showed my friends your pussy, and on our wedding day, too. Bet they think you are some kind of slut now." This was exactly what she wanted to hear, and she made sure he knew it. "Hmmm, I . . . guess that I am. I loved it when you pushed your hand up my dress though, and all I wanted to do was show you. But . . ." "What?" "I liked it. I liked it when they saw me." "Chris . . ." "I know, and I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done that. So . . . I deserve whatever punishment you give me." To make sure he understood, she ran her hand along her exposed buttock, patting it softly before returning her hand back to the mattress. "I don't know, Chris. Still can't believe how easily you showed off your cunt that way." She felt his hand begin to caress her ass now, softly massaging the cheek where her hand had just been. "Guess I better do something to make sure it never happens again." With that, he gave her ass a swat, and although it wasn't very hard, it stung enough to shock her. But it was exactly what she needed. After all, she had been bad. Terrible in fact. And even though Stephen was unaware of how badly she had betrayed him, he was still able to punish her for it. He spanked her three more times, each one landing slightly harder, her ass now warming under his hand. "Oh, yes!" she cried out, embarrassed at the delight in her voice. But Stephen wasn't blind, and he could see how this was affecting her. He muttered under his breath, and continued to slowly, yet firmly spank her. As each blow landed, she cried out in passion and in pain, yet continued to encourage the discipline. "So, you ever gonna to do that again, slut?" "No, no I'll be good . . . please . . ." He spanked her again as she wiggled her ass, wordlessly pleading for more. And then, she felt him move on the bed, sliding towards her even as he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her ass towards his waiting cock. Not wanting to be turned loose, she reached between her spread open thighs and grabbed his firm shaft. With a groan, she placed the thick head at her entrance. She yielded beneath him, and Stephen drove forward with a satisfied grunt. Despite her arousal, Christine flinched as the blunt head penetrated her tender cunt. Her body was unaccustomed to being used in this manner, and the amount of sex she'd had in the last six hours had taken its toll. She bit her lower lip to prevent crying out. Strangely, her discomfort didn't seem to be effecting her arousal. If possible, she seemed even more responsive than usual. Perhaps the pain heightened her sensitivity, but regardless of the reason, she was on the edge of orgasm in less than a minute. Stephen must have sensed her need, and began to fuck her with long, hard strokes. This was it, she thought. This was exactly what she needed. "Harder . . . oh fuck yeah, harder," she breathed, barely able to talk though gritted teeth. Stephen slapped her ass again, harder than before. "Shut up, slut. You're gonna take it without a word, you hear me?" "Oh God yeah . . . ooohhh, shit! Fuck me, uh . . . uh . . . uh." Her breath became labored as she exhaled loudly at the end of each hard thrust. The room reverberated with the sound of their fucking. Stephen grabbed her hips with one hand, guiding her movements even as his free hand descended to her pussy. He placed a knowing finger alongside her clit, toying with the tiny nub as he tried to coax her into orgasm. Christine gasped as his touch, and within moments of the contact, she began to come. As usual, her orgasm started slowly, the pressure of the impending release increasing by the second. Only this time, the wave refused to crest. She lost her breath as the fire raced through her body, ignited by the sheer scope of her debauchery, and fueled by the touch of her husband's insistent hand. Stephen must have sensed the approaching climax, and began to thrust with renewed vigor, calling out a litany of vulgarity to ensure she wouldn't lose her edge. Finally, just when she feared her heart would explode, her climax erupted in a shuddering release. She called out in response, announcing her delight in a series of whimpering cries. Utterly spent, she collapsed to the bed, Stephen falling on top of her in a vain attempt to remain inside. Exhausted, she lay still, panting uncontrollably in an attempt to regain the breath that had abandoned her. But Stephen wasn't through with her yet. Placing his hand between her shoulder blades, he held her in place as wedged a knee between her thighs, opening her with ease. She flinched as his free hand touched her overly sensitive cunt, gasping with obvious discomfort. "Stephen, please, I . . . can't . . . please," she gasped, her voice barely a whisper. She felt him hesitate; the blunt tip of his cock touching the cheeks of her round ass. For a moment, she thought he would take her, despite her protests. And in a strange way, her newly discovered submissive side wanted him too, but physically she knew she could fuck no more. "Oh, come on. You can't do this to me now, Chris," he said with obvious frustration. She was still struggling to breath. "I'm sorry, sweetie, but I can't fuck right now. I just can't." She knew it wasn't fair to her husband, especially after all she'd done tonight. Why can't I just let him finish? God knows he deserves it. That's when the thought came to her. She felt the bed shift as Stephen prepared to stand. It was now or never. "Wait," she whispered, lifting her head from the bed to look at him. "Don't get up yet. If you want, we can try something else, okay?" Stephen looked at her, his erect cock glistening in the dim light. She moved slightly, and taking his shaft in her hand, began to caress his erection with a firm but steady stroke. He bit his lip, and looked at her with lust-clouded eyes. "How do you want it?"
"I can't fuck anymore right now sweetie,
I just can't. But . . . go look in my bag, and get that little tube of KY. If
you want, you can take my ass. You want it, baby?" She could tell he did. Even though they'd never even discussed anal sex, she hoped he wanted to try it. And given her actions over the past few nights, it seemed the appropriate act. She needed to be taken, to be degraded, to be punished. She wanted to be treated like common whore, something she feared she had already become. Stephen answered in actions, not in words. He almost sprinted to her overnight bag as if he were afraid she'd change her mind. Within moments, he was back, applying a generous amount of lube to the end of his cock. He rubbed the lube around the head then placed a lube-coated finger against her tiny puckered asshole. She flinched as the cool gel touched her warm skin. Stephen began to slowly circle her tight little hole, pressing until it finally began to yield. Christine lowered her head back to the mattress, letting out a long low moan of pleasure as his finger slowly worked its way inside. God, it felt good - despite the over sensitivity of her pussy, or perhaps because of it. Stephen pushed his finger inside, pausing to take in the feel of her hot, tight ass. And then he began to move, slowly pushing the single digit in and out, lubricating and stretching her virgin ass. "More, sweetie . . . more," she panted. Stephen understood her need, and slowly pulled his finger out. He replaced it not with one, but two fingers. He fucked her with his hand, pushing in and out, faster and faster with each deep stroke. Christine offered her encouragement by her breathing, which by now was becoming irregular and ragged. Again, the fingers withdrew, and this time she grunted in pain as he started pushing three fingers, perhaps more, inside the tight restricting ring of muscle. "Oh shit, easy baby," she moaned. "Let me get used to that for a minute." Her ass was on fire. She'd never felt anything like this before, and despite the pain, she loved it. She reached beneath her, and placing two fingers against the side of her hard little clit, slowly rubbed the tight nub, knowing that another orgasm was quickly approaching. Stretched and sated, her ass clamped down on his hand. So to encourage him, she slowly rotated her hips, wanting him to press deeper inside, even though her words asked for relief. But relief was yet to come. Stephen correctly interpreted her body's request, and began to push the fingers deeper. "Ow, ow, ow!" she cried out, biting her lip between tortured breaths. Despite the discomfort, she couldn't bear to stop. "Oh shit, don't you dare stop! More, oh fuck, more . . . more." He began to push inside her again, hard and fast, pulling the fingers almost all the way out, before roughly shoving them back inside. She was lost in a sea of sensation and emotion, frightened by the height of her pleasure and the knowledge that she needed even more. And while the thick fingers felt incredible, she wanted more. She wanted it all. Christine removed her hand from her clit, and took his wrist in her hand, halting his incursion into her tortured ass. "Now, Stephen, now. Put it in me," she breathed. She felt his fingers slide wetly from her lubricated asshole. As he moved into place behind her, she reached back and grabbed his cock. She couldn't resist tracing the head along her dripping cunt, teasing her tender clit once more before she guided it higher still, resting the blunt head against her virgin asshole. It was time. She held his shaft with a firm grip, wiggling her ass to encourage its entry. Stephen seemed to be too excited, and when he grabbed her hips and began pushing his cock against her unyielding ass, she had to move forward to escape the sharp pain. "Wait, baby, wait, let me do it, okay? Just hold still." She continued to hold him in place, but this time she pushed back against the wide, blunt head. After a few seconds of pain, her ass began to open again, allowing the head to slip inside. She pushed, stopping the advance when a reflex caused her to clamp down again. Her breath caught as the pain resumed. This time, though, it was very brief, and within seconds, he had pushed a few more inches inside. God, he felt so big. If possible, this was even better than the stretching she experienced from the stranger's huge cock. She wiggled her ass again, silently thankful that Stephen's cock was not that big. She couldn't handle a cock any larger than this. Suddenly, he was all the way inside, and the last remaining resistance faded. She could barely breathe; the pressure inside her ass was driving her insane. Never had she experienced so many conflicting physical sensations. The fullness of her ass, the dull ache, the fire in her cunt, and her insatiable need for more, pushed all stray thoughts from her mind. Her fingers returned to her clit, as she began to climb once again to the climax she craved. "Okay, I'm ready . . . do it now, baby. C'mon, fuck me . . . fuck my ass." Stephen did exactly as he was told. He pulled slowly from her ass, before pushing back inside with excruciating languor, thrilling her with inch after maddening inch of his thick, long cock. He fucked her this way for several minutes, reveling in the hot tightness of her sweet ass, before she begged him to do it faster, to do it harder. She didn't want tenderness; she needed punishment. And most of all, she needed absolution. There was only one way to make it up to him, and this was it.
As he fucked her, she wanted to talk. She felt
an almost irresistible urge to confess her crimes, leaving no detail unsaid as
he continued to pound her tight ass. She wanted to tell him she was sorry, that
she deserved to be punished, but all she could manage was a series of
unintelligible grunts. But in her mind, she told him everything. She begged for
understanding and forgiveness, explaining that her betrayal originated not from her
love, but from her lust. And as he continued to fuck her, he would confess his
love, no matter how flawed, no matter how weak she was. As she imagined her
confessions, she crossed that unseen line, the line between pleasure and bliss,
gasping aloud as the incipient became the imminent. There was no way to stop it
now, as her climax began the relentless drive to completion. And as the wave of
passion broke in a shuddering and overwhelming release, she cried out to her
husband, and silently promised that she would never betray him again. END OF PART 3 Coming Soon - "A WEDDING STORY PART 4 - IN FIDELITY WE TRUST" Click Here to read - A Wedding Story Part II - For Better Or Worse A Wedding Story Part I - Maid Of Dishonor
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