Unintentionally cheated on my wife on our wedding day, with a bridesmaid. Led to a night of the bridesmaid being punished after we returned from our honeymoon. [MF] [MFF] [Long]

I’ll start with a bit of background so that 1.) you know what we look like and 2.) can understand how I was able to “unintentionally” cheat, because for most people that probably doesn’t sound like something you can do without knowing you’re doing it.

I met my wife, Emma, while she was in undergrad and I was a grad student. She was 20 and I was 24. We hit it off pretty much instantly.

She had straight dirty blonde hair to just past her shoulders, she curls it on occasion. Beautiful green eyes and a lovely smile. Hourglass figure, great ass and tits and a narrow waist. About 5’6″ (168cm). She seemed to have an aversion to wearing a bra, and had pierced nipples.

I am about 5’10” (178cm) and around 160lbs, slender and toned. Dark brown hair and eyes, and my hair was somewhat shaggy, kind of a surfer look. Full beard, probably about 2″ (5cm) at the chin; long mustache, similar to a handlebar but with very little curl or twist done to it.

It wasn’t long before we hooked up, and not long after that before we were in a relationship. I had done quite of bit of exploring sexually and was very kinky. She was not overly experienced with kink, she had tied up and occasionally choked her ex girlfriend, but Emma was never into it, she just did it for the benefit of her then girlfriend. Emma didn’t understand the allure of it and thought it was weird, she didn’t think she would ever be into anything like that. But, she was curious and willing to experience more.

We quickly learned that she was very submissive, with me at least, and that she loved the whole nine yards. Scat, vomit, and blood play were all that were off limits to her, which worked out fairly well as I had no interest in those.

A couple months into the relationship she mentioned that she was curious about threesomes. She was interested in those with two men as well as those with two women, so I jumped at that opportunity. She had hooked up with most of her friends at one point or another and it didn’t take long for her to find one that was single and interested.

Abby was the first. About 5’8″ (173cm), long legs, brown eyes, and long brown hair that was curly but not frizzy. She had a smaller ass and smaller tits than Emma, but she was still quite attractive. The three of us hooked up several times. Emma and I hooked up with a few of her other friends at times. She thought it was incredibly hot to see me fuck someone else, and she actually had me fuck Abby and another one of her friends one on one when they were going through tough breakups.

So, fast forward a bit to the night before a wedding. My groomsmen and I are out drinking. I’ve always been the “adult” of the group and have made sure no one gets *too* drunk or does something to get arrested. Tonight was no different. I drank, but not nearly as much as them. I had to make sure they made it back to the hotel and didn’t pass out in a ditch. I managed to succeed and got into bed much later than I had wanted.

The next morning, I woke and my stomach felt not so hot. Wasn’t sure whether it was nerves or a slight hangover, so I had a glass of whiskey as that would help either way. It was still a few hours before I needed to leave the hotel, but I was fully dressed and ready. Looking back, it was probably nerves. Anyway, to my knowledge my groomsmen were all still dead to the world. I wasn’t worried, as given an hour they could wake, eat, and be out the door with time to spare.

Emma, on the other hand, was awake with all the bridesmaids and they were all getting ready. She and I were in different rooms, but I was getting frequent updates via text. She decided she was going to turn her phone off until after the wedding to help her relax, but sent me one more message before she did “I’m sending you a present ;) it should be there soon!”

A couple minutes later a hear a knock on my door, and Abby is standing outside it. She’s wearing the bridesmaid dress, it was lavender, just about floor length, and had a slit going up ones side. She comes in, shuts and locks the door behind her, and sets her purse on the dresser. She walks up to me, looks me in the eye, and says “Emma wanted me to deliver a present to you” while her hands started to undue my belt. She then started to go down to her knees.

“And what is the present?” I asked. “What do you think it is?” she replied, just before putting my hard cock in her mouth. “Oh, fuck” I moaned.

She slowly went all the way down on me, her tongue playing with my head before trying to move back and forth along my shaft. This was the one area where Abby had Emma beat. She had an exceptionally long tongue and knew how to use it. When I was all the way in, she would lick my balls while looking up with those big brown eyes as they began to water. She would pull her head back and repeat this every few seconds.

I reached down, grabbed a fistful of hair in both hands, and started to fuck her face. After a minute or so of this I pulled her up, bent her over the bed, and pulled her dress up/over her waist. Seriously, dresses with slits on one side must have been made to allow sex without stripping. They work way too well at that. I can already see a wet spot on her white panties, I pull them to the side and stick my thumb inside her. She is soaking. She moans and then says “Please fuck me sir.” I obliged. I knew she had an arm implant, and I knew that she had had a bit of a dry spell but was clean, so I didn’t worry about a condom. Panties pulled to the side, my cock was pumping in and out of her and my hands pinned her wrists down. “Harder” she moaned. I let go of her wrists and my left hand went to her hair, my right hand went to her right shoulder. I pulled her back into each of my thrusts. I moved my right hand from her shoulder to her throat. Her right hand immediately when my hand and tightened as she said “Do it!” As I squeezed down on her throat her pussy began to tighten and I knew I was close. “I’m about to finish” I said, just before releasing her throat. “Cum in my wet fucking cunt. Fill me up like you do to Emma.” That was too much, I tightened my grip on her throat again, her pussy began to spasm, she let out what could have been a moan, and I blew my load inside her, continuing to thrust until I knew every drop was gone.

“Fuck.” I let out. “That was amazing.” she said. I pulled out, she quickly pulled the panties back over and said “Now I get to walk around with your cum dripping out of me and being in my panties all day” while smiling.

She grabbed her purse and turned to leave before turning back around, digging in her purse, and said “Oh yeah, these are what Emma wanted me to give you.” She handed me a pair of panties. “She’ll be going without today, but she wants you to keep them in your pocket.”

That was hot, and would normally be a turn on. But I came to a realization of what was going on. “Wait, so she didn’t want me to fuck you?” “Nope, but she doesn’t need to know. And besides, I’m sure she would be fine with it. It’s not like we haven’t played before.” “God dammit Abby. She’s going to know. And how the hell do you think you’re going to keep it a secret? You look like you’ve been fucked, you’ll need to redo your makeup and hair. You think they aren’t going to notice that when you go back? Or that you’ve been gone much longer than needed to deliver the present?” “Calm the fuck down. I told her that after I dropped them off I was going to take some medicine and lay down for an hour. So I’ll fix everything up and she’ll be none the wiser. She won’t find out unless you tell her, and who knows maybe we can do this again soon.” She finished with a smirk. “Just get out.” I said before shutting the door behind her.

I was pissed. I knew I was going to tell Emma, but I wasn’t sure when I should. Before the wedding? Well, that could cause some unnecessary drama between she and I, as well as between her and Abby. I didn’t think she would be too pissed at me, but it wasn’t a risk I wanted to take before the wedding. And I didn’t want to mess up the wedding plans by her kicking out a bridesmaid. So I decided to wait until after the ceremony, sometime that night when we were alone. I didn’t intentionally cheat on her, I thought I had permission, and she had had me fuck Abby before without her being there. I wasn’t guilty, but I know emotions don’t always like logic and reason. So, after the ceremony it was.

The groomsmen had still been passed out, as far as I could tell none of them had heard anything from my room. The ceremony finishes without issue. Abby winked at me once. I was so pissed with her, but I couldn’t let that show. I didn’t respond in anyway and did my best to not lock eyes with her again.

Emma and I get back to the hotel and to our now shared room, and she sticks her hand out. I was confused, and asked “What?” “Your present. I want them back now.” “Oh, okay” I reached in my jacket and pulled them out, handing them to her. “Did you not like your present? You don’t seem to pleased with them.” “I liked them. It was hot knowing that you weren’t wearing any today. But, I wasn’t too happy with their delivery. Emma, I apologize. I had no idea at the time, but I fucked up. . .” I explained the gist of what happened. “That fucking bitch” was her response. From her tone, I could tell that she was livid. Thankfully, however, she trusted me and was not angry with me. She understood why I thought she had meant for me to hook up with Abby that morning, and didn’t blame me.

Her feelings towards Abby, however, were not so nice. After a few minutes she told me to act as if nothing had changed, and to tell Abby that I hadn’t told Emma if she asks. She had a plan to get back at her when we returned from out honeymoon.

We returned, and the next week she texted Abby saying that it had been a while since we had had a threesome and that we need to change that. Abby was of course up for it, so that weekend she came over. We each had a couple of drinks and then began making out. Clothes came off shortly thereafter. Once Abby was naked, Emma grabbed a blindfold and tied it around Abby’s head. Now, Emma and I had always been more kinky with each other than when we had someone else with us. We had used simple bondage with Abby, hands behind her back as well as some under the bed straps. Nothing too wild. So the blindfold wasn’t anything too unusual with the three of us. Also, in our various threesomes we learned that when Emma was with another woman, she was very dominant with that woman.

Emma began guiding Abby to our guest bedroom/sex room. “We just got this cool bench made for fucking. It helps you keep a perfect position and we’ve only used it a couple of times so far. I think you’ll like it! I’ll have to help you get onto it, but don’t peek or move around unless I’m moving you.” Emma said. Now, we had had the bench for a while, and we had used it many times. But never with Abby, and as far as I’m aware Abby had never seen it. Also, it doesn’t just help you keep a position, there are 10 straps on it that prevent you from moving anything but your head. Your arms, legs, and body are on separate surfaces and two straps go around each to keep you pinned to that surface, it forces you to remain in essentially a doggy position at the perfect height for fucking. We usually keep it stored in a closet when we aren’t using it, because it can be a bit too much for some people. When the door opens, I realize Emma had already gotten the bench out. The straps were all opened and lying loosely off the side of the bench so that you could get onto the bench without feeling them. Also, the desk that’s usually against the wall has been cleared off and pulled out such that is directly in front of the bench. That confused me for a few moments, as we had not ever used that for anything. But it quickly dawned on me what her intent was.

She got Abby onto the bench, and Abby remarked “Damn this is nice.” Emma followed up with “Yeah. Now lets get some music going” before pulling her phone out and hitting play (Sonos speakers are great). As the music was playing, she lightly ran her hands along Abby’s body. She gestured to me, I caught her eyes, and she nodded towards the straps on the opposite side. I got the message, and grabbed the first of the straps on Abby’s left arm. Emma put a finger to her lips which told me to be quiet with them, and then help up one finger, two fingers, and said “So Abby, you remember the safe word, right”? In that time I managed to get one strap on both her left arm and left leg buckled, but they were still loose and off of her skin. Emma had gotten one of Abby’s right arm, and both on her leg. “Yeah I remember it. Why, are we doing something new?” “Kind of, we’re going to tie you up.” At this point we’ve gotten all the legs and arm straps buckled, but not tightened. Emma catches my eye, grabs the four straps on her side, and mimes pulling them tight at the same time. “We’ve done that plenty of times! No need to check with me for something like that.” “Good.” She looked up at me, and we pulled the straps tight! I’d like to say it went smoothly, but one of the straps on my side got twisted and I had to fiddle with it a bit. Nonetheless, right after the initial pull, as Abby felt straps tighten around each limb she said “Holy shit” and started to struggle.” While I was fiddling with the strap that got twisted, Emma had finished cinching down each of the straps on her side individually. While I began doing that to the straps on my side, Emma grabbed the two straps designed to go around Abby’s torso, buckled them, and tightened them. “Stop squirming, bitch.” Emma said before finishing cinching the straps.

She then opens the closet, pulls out a paddle, crop, and flogger and hands them to me. The crop and flogger I’m familiar with, the paddle is new. It’s one of the double layer ones where the surface layer has a word cut out of it, so that when used the word should appear of whomever is hit with it. It said “BITCH”. She then points to the floor just behind Abby. I take that as a cue and move there. She gets onto the desk, and moves herself such that her legs are beginning to spread around Abby’s head. Looks at her phone, turns off the music, puts the phone down, and then leans forward, yanks the blindfold off and slaps Abby.

“You thought you could fuck him without my permission you fucking slut?” She says that while grabbing Abby’s hair and then pulling herself into Abby, shoving her pussy towards Abby’s mouth. She glances at me and nods. I swing the paddle hard, hitting Abby’s left ass cheek. She yelps/moans, couldn’t really tell which with her face in Emma’s pussy. “Don’t make a noise you fucking slut.”

This was a new side to her. While we learned that she was dominant with women, it hadn’t gone much past light bondage, choking, spanking, and sitting on their face in the past. She had never slapped them or talked to them like this. And She had never “directed” me. That part didn’t do much for me, but I wasn’t complaining. The rest of it was quite hot.

I continued hitting Abby with the paddle, crop, and flog every so often, alternating between the three randomly. Her ass is bright red, and in spots you can see “BITCH” spelled out on it.

“You thought I wouldn’t find out? You thought he wouldn’t tell me? How could you do that to me you dumb bitch?”

She pulled herself back giving Abby the ability to speaking. It sounded like she was crying “I’m sorry Emma!” she got out before Emma slapped her. “I didn’t asked whether you were sorry.” I moved to the side a bit and could see that tears were rolling down Abby’s face. Given that she hadn’t had much chance to speak, I would have normally called for a short stop for things to cool down for a bit in case she wanted to use the safe word. However, she was so wet it had rolled down both legs to mid thigh. She was loving it.

Emma grabbed Abby’s hair in both hands, lifted her head up a bit, looked her in the eyes and shouted “WHY?” Abby managed to get out something along the lines of “I thought it would be fun. He’s hot. He’s great at sex. I was horny. I didn’t want to hurt you. I’m a terrible friend.” with the crying it did not come out nearly as cleanly as that, but I think that’s what she said.

“Well if you want his cock so bad, I’ll let him fuck your face, bitch.” Emma said before hopping off the desk and pushing it to the side. She went to where I was, said “Give me those” and grabbed the toys I had.

As soon as I got around to Abby’s face I heard Emma say “You fucking slut. You’re dripping wet. You like being treated like the whore that you are?”

“Yes” she let out before Emma brought the crop down on her ass. “No open your mouth like a good little whore.”

She did as commanded, I pulled her head up by her hair, placed my cock just inside her lips, and then began to fuck her face. I’d frequently pull out to see if she wanted to end things. Once when I did that I turned her head slightly and caught her eye, she seemed to know what I was thinking about and shook her head slightly signifying that she did not want to end things. As I was fucking her face, Emma went back to the closet. She pulled out lube and a strap on. As she put it on and put lube on it, she said “Now I’m going to fuck your ass and treat you like the worthless piece of shit that you are. Are you going to like that?”

I pulled out so that Abby could respond. She simply said “Mhm.” before opening her mouth again for my cock. “Wrong answer” Emma said before bringing the crop down hard on her ass again. She squired some lube on Abby’s ass and then stuck a finger in before pushing her dildo against Abby’s hole. As it went in I could feel and hear Abby moan around my cock. Emma started pumping hard quickly, and I was worried that might be too much. I pulled out and Abby was began to moan loudly. Emma glanced at me and I got the signal that she wanted me to shut Abby up again. So, I put my cock back in her mouth and continued to fuck her.

When I got close I motioned to Emma, and she brought her hand up to mime me coming on her face, then pointed to Abby, and then put a finger over her lips. When it was time I pulled out, pulled Abby’s head up as far as I could, and came all over her face.

Emma pulled out and left the room, I’m guessing she needed to cool off. I put my hand on Abby’s shoulder and leaned down. “Are you alright?” I asked softly “Yeah. I wasn’t sure what to expect when I found out she knew but I’m fine with everything that happened tonight. And I actually got off twice.” She said the last part with a smirk. “But I deserve every bit of her anger and more. I’m sorry I did that to you, I don’t know what I was thinking.”

After a few minutes Emma came back in and said “We’re as even as we’re getting. I’m still going to be pissed off at you, possibly forever. And I doubt I’ll ever trust you. I won’t bring this up again. But if you ever do anything like this again, you will be dead to me.”

A year later, they’re not nearly as close as they once were, but they’re still friends. Emma apparently thought that night was extremely hot, so we’ve hooked up with Abby twice since then. Both times Emma was very dominant, and verbally abused Abby (which Abby finds incredibly hot). But she was true to her word and never brought it up again.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/84pga3/unintentionally_cheated_on_my_wife_on_our_wedding