Written from a prompt from u/herculeanwriter over at /r/dirtywritingprompts: **Wedding customs are a little different on the tropical island of Mawla, there is no “smooch” at the altar. You may now fuck the bride.**
This went way longer than intended, so I’m cross-posting over here with the intention to write a part 2 that actually answers the prompt!!
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With a loud sigh, Marie sunk into the plush white comforter of their pristine hotel bed and begun removing her strappy sandals. “Next time we travel, please remind me to choose comfort over style.” She and her husband – well, almost-husband – had landed in the tropical nation of Mawla earlier that morning and been forced to make their rounds to visit Taito’s extended family before finally being able to check in to their suite. Her feet ached, her legs were swollen from the 8 hour flight, and she was dying for a shower.
Taito smiled, taking a seat beside her. “May I remind you I already tried to this morning?” She leaned into him playfully, letting out a small laugh but too travel-fatigued to fight back. After their quaint backyard ceremony held back in the states last month, Marie and Taito had made the trek across the Pacific Ocean to make it official and hold a more traditional wedding in Mawla. Taito and his parents had emigrated when he was just 7 years old, but the majority of his relatives remained on this island that, to Marie, seemed a small slice of heaven.
As if on cue, a warm breeze blew into the open French doors that led out to an extravagant balcony overlooking a glistening cerulean bay. The gust rustled her shoulder length ash blonde hair, and she breathed in the warm tropical air that contained hints of salt and notes of plumeria. Despite their usual prudent tendencies, Taito had spared no expense on their lavish accommodation. The suite was beautiful, with high ceilings, minimalist decor, freshly cut tropical flowers, and a canopy bed draped in white fineries. The view, too, was breathtaking, like a postcard, but the man… the man was a fucking specimen.
Marie’s eyes flickered back to her husband-to-be, who had stood and was removing his black t-shirt to expose a tanned, lean yet toned chest, tribal tattoo-clad biceps, and a trail of hair that drew her eyes downward. He had been a little distant the last few days, and she figured it was nothing more than pre-wedding nerves. And nothing that a good fuck in a fancy hotel bed couldn’t solve. “Join me in the shower?” he asked, tossing the shirt to the ground.
“What if you joined me in the bed instead?” she retorted, eyes hungrily fixed on Taito’s body. Yes, she was dying for a shower, but the ache between her legs felt like a more pressing need. And considering his strange behavior recently, it seemed as if he needed the release too. Marie fell back onto the overstuffed duvet, reaching her arms high above her head so her olive green mini-dress rose several inches.
Her fiancé paused, clearly distracted by the pale stretch of skin now visible on her upper thighs. She hoped he could see a sliver of black lace stretched over her generous hips, half of a matching set of lingerie she had changed into at the airport as a surprise. His eyebrow’s furrowed. “Baby, I actually have something to tell you, and I thought you might be more receptive if you were feeling nice and clean and fresh.”
The blonde smiled wryly, too horny to pick up on the worried tone laced in Taito’s words. “Let me guess, you’re cheating on me with the sexy brunette that works at the gym,” she said playfully. Her partner was loyal to a fault, so the suggestion was clearly a joke, albeit a sexy one, one that caused Marie’s hand to subconsciously travel across the luxe white comforter, over her soft thigh, and between her legs. She began pressing lightly on the outside of her lace panties with her middle and ring fingers, relishing in the pressure against her aching lips.
The curvy American had the tall Mawlan’s full attention now, as she circled the area around her clit slowly with her manicured fingers. Marie craned her neck a bit to catch a glimpse at her fiancé’s crotch, which was slightly tenting the fabric of his dark wash jeans.
“Ha, ha, no. You’re the one who wants to get in her pants, you perv,” Taito answered, taking a few steps forward while unbuckling his belt. She smiled, encouraged by this sign, and lifted her sundress over her head to expose her full lingerie set. Marie was chubby, but well proportioned, with a small waist and large, heavy breasts that were supported by a sheer black balconette bra.
“Guilty as charged, my love,” she breathed, reaching out to palm at the outline of his cock, pressing stubbornly against the stiff denim. Marie had dated women in the past, a fact that Taito found unbelievably sexy, but the couple hadn’t yet included another woman in their sex life in the 3 and a half years they had been dating. He was a jealous, hungry lover who wanted all of her petite yet voluptuous body to himself; Marie loved to tease him, as she loved when his envious side kicked in and he took her with passion.
“I’m serious, I have something to talk to you about.” Despite his grave tone, Marie felt Taito’s large, calloused hand on her left breast, squeezing gently and teasing her nipple through the bra with his thumb. Her hips bucked up, and her hand returned to her panties. She could feel the moistness of her pussy soaking through the delicate black lace. Taito continued, “You know how in American weddings, the ceremony ends with ‘You may now kiss the bride’?”
Marie breathed a quiet “mmhm” in agreement, a little confused by the seemingly random sidebar. “Should we practice what to do with our tongues?” She gave his now rock hard member a playful squeeze through his pants. “You have on too many clothes,” she noted.
Her fiancé gave her breast one last squeeze before sliding his hand down her soft abdomen and hooking a finger under the waistband of her panties. “We can practice that, sure, but there’s something I haven’t told you about Mawlan weddings.” He paused, and Marie took the opportunity to push her hips up slightly to create more friction between her pelvis and Taito’s fingers.
“In our culture, there’s a huge emphasis on family. Consummating the marriage becomes, sort of, everyone’s business. Like, they need proof it happened,” Taito continued, brushing his fingers through her well maintained bush and lightly teasing the area around her clit. Marie’s breath hitched as the ache deep between her legs grew in intensity. She was only half focused on his words, as the rest of her attention was focused on unbuttoning his jeans with one hand while her other hand drew lazy, teasing circles over her drenched panties.
“Will we need to report back to your relatives on ‘finalizing’ our union, then?” Marie smiled at the absurd thought, maneuvering her hand through his open fly and palming at his stiff manhood through his boxers. A jolt of pleasure shot through her as Taito brushed directly against her clit briefly before using his pointer finger to gently part her moist lips and tease a finger around the entrance to her pussy.
“That’s the thing, baby,” Taito murmured, massaging her hot cunt and smearing the wetness around her lips to match the rhythm of her strokes on his rock hard member. “The consummation is, well. Um, it’s sort of part of the ceremony.” He glanced nervously up at her face, and they maintained eye contact, maintained their mindless fondling, as confusion, then shock washed over her.
Marie pushed herself up onto her elbows, hand still wrapped around her fiancé’s cock, and finally the lazy, heavy-lidded expression of lust began to fade, in favor of the furrowed brows of bewilderment. “Part of the ceremony?” she demanded. “Tai, tell me you’re fucking joking.” Marie looked expectantly at her husband-to-be, searching for some sign in his gaze that this was just a poorly timed prank. Just then, he slid two fingers into her slick opening, causing a wave of pleasure to emanate from deep within her as he stretched out her tightness. She exhaled quickly, closing her eyes, and felt her hips buck up toward his strong hand despite the thousand questions in her mind.
Taito’s fingers remained in motion, hooking up to her g-spot and pulsating roughly, as he attempted to hurriedly explain what exactly had had him so preoccupied the last few weeks. “I wanted to tell you before, really I did, I just didn’t want you to call off the wedding, and I was so afraid I wouldn’t be able to get you on the plane if you knew, so I just kept putting it off, and-”
Marie cut him off. “We’re consummating, mmh, our marriage in front of your family, and you didn’t – mmmmh, you didn’t think to tell me?” Her voice was raised, and slightly wild, but her words were permeated with breathy little moans and whimpers, escaping unconsciously from her pouted lips as he finger-fucked her slick, soaked pussy. Her hand had stopped stroking his member, but Taito’s muscular legs lifted his ass off the bed, and he gyrated his hips to press his cock into her still hand, desperate for friction and release.
“I need to have you,” Taito murmured, ignoring her question and removing his hand from her panties. He pushed off the bed to remove his jeans. Her eyes travelled down his body, down his light brown chest, down his chiseled abs, down the happy trail that led into a dark nest of hair, below which his thick cock bounced free from his boxers, which were kicked away.
Marie shifted back on the bed, her blonde head now resting among the perfectly staged pile of pillows. Her heavy breasts bounced with the movement, and Taito’s gaze fell to her pink nipples, visible through the sheer black bra and begging to be let free. “You can’t distract me with sex! This is insane.” After a few moments away from his touch, Marie’s head was already starting to clear. Cultural sensitivity be damned, she thought, this was fucking insane. She crossed her arms over her chest, pushing her breasts up and together in a way that certainly contradicted her intentions.
Taito climbed onto the bed and closed the distance between their bodies. Marie drew her knees up to her chest, a show of defiance that exposed her perfect pink pussy and bush, still glistening from the rough finger fuck she had received. He reached out with both hands to slide her spacious hips downward, positioning her soaked pussy directly in front of his fully erect member. “Taito, stop!” Marie was solidly built, but Taito was all lean muscle, strong and athletic, and could easily throw his beloved around. After all, he had a solid 8 inches on her… and soon, he’d have his 8 inches in her. His tattooed arm, flexing with the sudden exertion, again reached between her legs to spread her lips.
“Taito, fucking stop, we need to talk about this!” She squirmed, feeling panic rise within her, and pushed her firm, thick thighs down to put a stop to this. But her fiancé quickly put a stop to that, placing one hand on each of her knees and forcing them apart. His pointer and middle fingers pressed between her folds, hugging the curve of her hot wet hole and elicited a low moan from Marie’s lips.
“I need to have you, baby,” Taito repeated, pleading with her yet also commanding her. He positioned himself between her legs and leaned in to give her a deep, passionate kiss. With his tongue, he pushed into her mouth and simultaneously shoved a third finger inside her. Marie moaned again, bucking her hips upward. Part of her wanted to push him off of her, but part of her needed to have him, too. Lust began clouding her senses once again, and she relished the feeling of her hole being stretched and filled.
Her protests weakened, but she was too stubborn to stop fighting completely. “You’ll have to fucking take me, then,” she challenged. Her large brown eyes glinted with defiance, and he lifted his free hand to her throat and pressed slightly. His swollen cock bobbed between them, pressing against her soft stomach, and a thick drop of pre cum leaked onto her skin.
“Don’t think I won’t,” he growled into her mouth. Taito removed his soaked fingers from his bride’s pussy and rubbed the slick juices onto the head of his aching member. She gasped, suddenly dizzy with desire. He then brought his hand to her mouth and leaned in to lick his finger, feeling his cock pulse as the earthy, metallic taste of her wetness hit his tongue. She reacted in kind, her own tongue probing out to lick herself off the backside of his calloused fingers. “That’s a good girl,” he murmured into her ear, sliding his fingers into her mouth and letting her suck them clean.
Taito took his thick cock into his hand and guided it to her slippery opening. He rubbed the head up and down, lubricating himself and evoking quiet whimpers from Marie. As much as he enjoyed teasing her, the ache in his balls was making her pussy impossible to resist. With one strong thrust, his manhood was fully inside her, buried to the hilt. Marie exhaled a loud moan, feeling her pussy clench around his girth. When they had first started dating, she was intimidated by its size, but Taito had never failed to get her nice and wet to accommodate him.
By this point, Marie had given up her ruse of putting up a fight. She loved when he had his way with her. She spread her legs and lifted her hips to feel him deeper, harder, more, more. “Harder, daddy,” she whispered in his ear, knowing he’d give her shit about her daddy issues later. But now, the pet name caused him to pick up the pace, plowing her faster and harder, feeling her warmth stretch around his almost painfully erect cock.
Taito’s hand returned to her breast, positioning her nipple between his fingers and squeezing hard enough to elicit a squeal from his curvy partner. “Tell me you want my cum, baby, tell me you want me to fill you up,” he grunted, and she did, she wanted it badly. Her manicured hand slid between their bodies, rubbing frantic circles around her clit as the pressure deep inside her began building and building.
“Please fill me up, daddy, fill my pussy with your hot cum, daddy, please, daddy, please,” she pleaded, her voice growing louder and more desperate. Taito could no longer hold back, and his sensitive cock hardened for a moment before her tight hole milked the cum right out. He moaned, releasing his seed in one, two, three, four long pumps, as his pace slowed and the hot sticky cum intermingled with her copious juices.
Marie continued writhing below him, using his still engorged cock to get herself off. She was just a few moments behind him, as the pressure built, and built, and built, and the wave crashed. She continued rubbing her clit as her body shuddered and shook, her tight hole clenching and twitching around his overstimulated member, and she whimpered unintelligibly for a few moments until her body stilled.
Their bodies were slick with sweat, and Taito lifted his head to plant a kiss on his partner’s cheek. “It’ll be just like that, baby, but maybe don’t call me daddy in front of my parents.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/oh7130/you_may_now_fuck_the_bride_part_1_mf
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