Chapter 2 - Consummating the Marriage
"Let me find them." one of my groomsmen whispered from two places behind me. He had noticed me checking my watch.
"There's still some time," I reassured myself.
Leigh appeared in the archway of the church. His 6'2" stature cast a long shadow across the mosaic floor. He strode from the nave towards us at the altar. His hand raised to signal the pianist. Leigh stopped as soon as he reached his spot right behind me, right where the best man should be. It was on my fiancé's request that I let Leigh be my best man. I felt the wind as he adjusted his tie.
"Don't worry, we didn't do anything" he whispered from behind me. It wasn't very reassuring as I felt his hard cock behind me when he leaned forward. I hope the front rows can't see him. They don't know he's been fucking my fiancé.
I gazed ahead distracted. Music began playing. It was a soft melody from our favourite film. I looked up and saw Hector walking towards me.
"He looked good in that suit," I thought. Time flew by as we exchanged our vows, kissed, took photos and made our way to the reception.
...
I felt vulnerable. Leigh was particularly affectionate with Hector at our reception. On a few occasions, Leigh would step up behind Hector and grab his waist with both hands. He'd lean over and rest his chin on Hector's shoulder, then joke and laugh with our friends and family. They had become accustomed to his behaviour and assumed it was how he was. He'd throw a smile at me every now and then to let me know it was deliberate. I hated to admit this aroused me each time. In spite of my jealousy, or perhaps because of it, Leigh's charm was catching. He had become a good friend too after all.
Sensing my anxiety, Hector would touch my arm or look at me in a way that said “I love you.”
It was time for Leigh's speech. I was anxious. I worried he would reveal our secret or call me a cuck in front of our friends. To my surprise, he was very respectful. I suspect he revelled in my distress.
Partway through the evening, I glimpsed Leigh whispering with Hector. They ignored the rest of their conversation, and trod hand-in-hand to the smoker's exit. I wanted to follow, but my departure would call attention to their absence.
The conversation I was in seemed to go on for decades. I finally excused myself and headed over to the smoker's area. I stepped out of the light of the hall into the dark night. There was a breeze and a calming stillness about the open sky. Little white fairy lights adorned the shrubbery. I heard a murmur. I followed the faint sounds around the back of a tree and stopped face-to-face with Leigh. He looked at me and smiled before closing his eyes in exaggerated pleasure. My eyes traced down his arm. His hand clutched a tuft of dark hair. He was holding my new husband's head. Leigh's pants lay on the ground, and his cock filled Hector's mouth.
"Hector, your husband is here," Leigh shared with a grin.
Hector didn't stop. He let out a short "mhmm" and continued to savour every inch.
Leigh smirked as he looked me in my eyes again. The same familiar smirk was saying it all. I stood there paused in disbelief. I wanted to say something, but Hector's enjoyment was enough for me. I felt helpless watching my new husband sucking my best man's cock. I looked around to make sure no one could see. In truth, I felt embarrassed. I didn't want our friends and family to know about this.
"Hey, Orson. You might want to head back in there, Leigh's eyes moved in the direction of the light. "They might come looking if they see you both missing."
He was right. If I didn't entertain our friends and family, they might come looking for us and who knows what they would discover. I left the two of them and rejoined the reception.
Moments later, Leigh and Hector emerged. I felt Leigh’s large hand gripped my bicep. He pushed Hector and I together and mouthed the word “kiss.” I planted my lips onto Hector's. As we kissed, I could taste the semen still on my husband's mouth. Leigh knew this would turn me on and I sensed it aroused him too.
Throughout the night, the three of us drank and laughed and danced with our friends.
...
It was the end of the evening. After all the best wishes and farewells, we hopped in the taxi to our hotel. It wasn't your usual taxi, but an imported London cab. The leather trim felt luxurious after a day on our feet. The city lights bounced in magical colours along its polished black surfaces.
I couldn't wait to be back at the hotel. Hector and I held hands all the way there. We didn't say much. We'd learnt to communicate without speaking years ago. The only words he said were "I hope that was okay?" to which I nodded. I was looking forward to the two of us together, but it felt like something was missing.
After collecting our keys we headed up the elevator to our room. We were on the 30th floor overlooking the harbour. We tapped the key and swung open the door. It was a nice suite with a bedroom, a living area, and a swing-around balcony.
As we rounded the corner to the bedroom, I noticed an unusual set-up. A bottle of champagne rested in a bucket of ice on the side table, with three champagne flutes. The card read, "Congratulations." In the same room, there was a large king bed and a single with crisp sheets. A large box and a petite box of French chocolates lay at the foot of their respective bed. The room was lit by two dim bedside lamps, and the city flickered in the distance.
Without warning, there was a knock on the door. There was no time to question Hector. I assumed it was management coming to check on our room.
"What are you doing here?" I asked Leigh in shock.
He stood there still in his best-man suit, tie loosened, but looking put-together.
"I'm going to consummate your marriage before you can," he answered.
His answer dumbfounded me. This must be some kind of sick joke. He pushed past me and walked into the room.
"I see the hotel followed my instructions," he smirked. "Your bed is over there, cuck. I'll be sleeping with your husband tonight."
I looked up at Hector pleading for some clarity.
“Babe, I kinda told him you fantasised about being cucked on our wedding,” Hector was sheepish. “I can send him away if you like?”
I couldn't find any words. On one hand, I was caught off guard. On the other hand, Hector was right. I watched a lot of cuck weddings on XxxHub, and enjoyed listening when he and Leigh would sleep together. He kissed me before I could open my mouth.
"He's bigger than you down there, and that way, we're both satisfied tonight,” Hector knew this would win me over.
I turned around as Hector and Leigh were undressing. Before I had a chance to walk out, Leigh stopped me.
"You'll get your turn after I'm done", he said in a deep voice, which I found both annoying and comforting.
I sat on the single bed and got undressed. Leigh lubed up his cock. He was 10 inches but very thick around. Leigh’s member was more than double my cock in length and width. His pubes were short. Big balls rested in a snug sack under the base of his shaft. I was 5 inches, an inch smaller than Hector down there. Hector fixed himself on all fours on the king bed. Leigh knelt behind him and angled his cock down by pushing with his hand on the base. He pressed in until the back of his hand was touching my husband's soft buttcheeks. Hector moaned louder with every inch. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as his upper body collapsed onto the bed. With his back arched and his buttocks pointed upwards, he held his cock and balls in his right hand. This stopped them from bouncing when Leigh thrust. Leigh started slow and began picking up pace. Before I knew it he was pumping away. Each thrust made a heavy slap.
I had become accustomed to hearing his powerful movements from the other room. Seeing my husband take such a large cock awakened my inner voyeur. I began touching myself. I could feel my heart pumping as I stroked away. Hector was getting loud. I hope the next room can't hear us. What would they think? Thoughts came flooding through my head.
Leigh flipped Hector onto his back. This was a clue that Leigh was close. He thrust hard into Hector a few last times and let out a long gasp. He was shooting into my husband's hole... on our wedding night! From his twitching, I could tell it was a big one.
This startled Hector. Without touching himself, his cock squirted dollop after dollop of cum all over his stomach. I was close too. I wanted to consummate our marriage, but it was far too late now to stop. Fuck. I couldn't hold it in any longer either. I started cumming into my hand, my whole body convulsing from the intensity.
Hector, Leigh and I collapsed on our respective beds. Hector asked me if I wanted to finish inside him, but I knew I couldn't blow a second time. I went over to the king-sized bed and dozed off cuddling him. I wish I could say I forgot Leigh was there, but I woke up to the bed shaking and Leigh pumping another load into Hector.
"I love you too," I whispered back. They didn't hear me.
The next morning I woke up next to my husband. I could hear the running water in the ensuite. Leigh must be showering. I rolled over and saw Hector was awake. He kissed me good morning and mounted me. I started thrusting and I could feel Leigh's semen coating my cock inside Hector's loose hole. Hector moaned, but it sounded different from when Leigh fucked him. It was more reserved. More quiet. I came inside him adding my load. How many was it now?
He said, "I love you, husband," and I said it back.
As I ambled towards the shower, Leigh exited the bathroom drying his hair with a towel. His thick erect cock swung from side to side as he walked.
"Thank you for making my husband feel good," I muttered out of Hector's earshot.
“My absolute pleasure,” Leigh smiled with his tongue firmly in his cheek.
Leigh pulled me into a big embrace. He held onto me tightly for a good minute before releasing and sauntering towards the bed where my husband lay.
“I'm heading back for thirds,” he said without turning around.
I held my head down.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” Leigh growled.
I scrambled behind him. He didn't need to invite me twice.
