1. A Cuckold Gets Married


    Date: 12/15/2017, Categories: Cuckold, Author: DarkSide, Source: LushStories

    Three and a half hours before he was about to get married to Emily, Ryan received the strangest text message ever. He shouldn’t have responded. It was bad luck, he thought, to see his wife before the wedding. Yet, here he was replying to her in an attempt to find out what she wanted. Ryan shook his head at the terse responses he was getting and the somewhat angry replies of ‘ why he should get round to her house right now? ’ He shook his head in despair, but he knew that when Emily got in a mood like this it was best to humour her. Ryan hadn’t even started to get ready for his big day. He picked up his car keys, threw on a jumper and slacks and headed out the door. His best man, David, was approaching the house as he opened the door. “Gotta, go Dave,” he said, “I won’t be long.” “Where are you going Ryan, you’ve got to get ready!” “Long story, I’ll tell you later. I won’t be long, promise,” replied Ryan as he slipped past Dave and continued towards the car. “Grab yourself a beer mate, top shelf of the fridge,” he shouted as he got in the car. Ryan was shaking his head all the way to Emily’s house wondering what on Earth she wanted and why it was so urgent that she had to see him right now. Fortunately, she didn’t live that far away and within ten minutes he had arrived at her house and was knocking on the door. Emily opened the door in her white wedding dress. Her blonde hair was plaited and braided in parts and a few curly wisps of hair fell around her cheeks. Her dark ...
    green eyes drilled into his. She had been ready ages ago and all the make-up artists and hair stylists had already left the house. Ryan thought that she looked amazing, and in less than three hours he would be married to her. He felt like the luckiest man in the whole world. Emily hurried him inside. “I’ve got a problem, a fucking big problem that you need to help me with,” her words were urgent; delivered in an almost commanding tone. Ryan entered the house as the door was slamming shut behind him. “Get in the lounge now,” instructed Emily. Ryan walked into the lounge. Emily followed right behind him. “Sit down,” she instructed. Ryan whined and raised his hands in the air, “What’s the problem? Tell me!” Ryan sat on the sofa and Emily started to pull her dress up. Ryan smiled at the sight of her white stockings and garter. “Can’t this wait until after the wedding?” he smiled. Emily pulled the dress up further. She placed one of her legs on the sofa next to Ryan’s thighs, opening her legs for him to gaze at her pussy. “Ryan, we are getting married in under three hours, and unless you want to see your friend’s cum, running down my legs while I walk up the aisle, I suggest you stop complaining and lick my cunt.” Ryan’s mouth fell open. He looked up at Emily and then down at her pussy. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard. What friend? He wouldn’t have believed it was the truth had he not noticed a trickle of white fluid seeping from the folds of her pussy. “Now, get a little ...
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