Two months from Riza’s due date…
The wedding was small, simple, but beautiful. Counting everyone’s plus one that attended, all in all, there was a grand total of fifty-five people. Fifty-seven if you want to count the photographer and the pastor. I was raised as a Southern Baptist, and Riza is non-denominational, so she defaulted to my preferences for the wedding. I actually requested that the pastor from my church when I was growing up do the vows. Pastor Daniels was a significant influence in my life when I was growing up. I never met my father, but my mother always tried to keep a positive father figure around the house. It wasn’t until after I graduated and was in college that my mother actually found true love. She has been married to my father-in-law for almost ten years now. As such, Pastor Daniels had always been sort of my father figure. The father of two girls four years my senior, he and his wife admitted one day that I was the son they never had. I can’t say for sure, and he will never admit it, but I am pretty sure Pastor Daniels cried when I called to not only invite him to my wedding but to perform the vows as well, despite the fact he had been retired for four years now.
Believe it or not, I asked Ronnie to be my best man. I know it sounds crazy, but after everything we had been through, not to mention the events of the past year, it felt wrong not to. We were best friends prior to the affair, and if anything, the affair made us even better friends. Admittedly, I avoided bringing up the idea to Riza for months, considering their past. When I finally asked her, she laughed out loud and made fun of me for taking so long to ask her about it. She had long since suspected that would be who I chose as my best man, and she had long since agreed to it. Angelica, Riza’s sister and a Lieutenant in the US Navy got approval to fly home for the wedding, and fill the role as Riza’s Maid of Honor. Her mother, aunt, grandmother, and Amy acted as the Bride’s Maids. We did the ceremony at a lake house that the owners of my company had given us for the weekend. Only a few hours drive to the base of the Rocky Mountains, the scenery of the property made for a wedding that Riza and I would never forget.
All I am going to say is God bless Riza’s aunt. Seven months pregnant, and after looking at and trying on probably upwards of a hundred dresses and none of them fit right or looked right for Riza. She was so stressed about a dress that she broke down at the reception dinner and started to ball her eyes out, and all I could do was sit on the ground next to her and hold her and tell her everything was going to be ok. Indeed it was. Riza’s aunt, having seen all this, finally got through to Riza about what was bothering her (aside from pregnancy hormones). This woman made two phone calls, and the next day there was a fashion team in our home taking all kinds of measurements of Riza, and a few days later, the designer showed up on our doorstep with the dress in a garment bag. I was promptly evicted from my own house for several hours while the designer and her team made final adjustments for the dress. All I know is when I got home, Riza was wearing a big smile on her face and nothing else as I walked in through the front door.
When the day of the event came, I knew I should have been nervous and concerned, but I was more excited than anything. I was marrying the woman of my dreams, and I knew in my heart I had nothing to be worried about with her as we took the next step in our relationship. That day was truly a dream come true. Ever since I fell for Riza, I secretly had thought of this day in my head hundreds of times. When the moment of truth finally came, I stood at the podium with Pastor Daniels and waited for the woman of my dreams to walk down the aisle. I will never forget the way Riza glowed and lit up the room with her beauty and glee. Everything about her was perfect in that moment as she looked up at me while Pastor Daniels read the vows. So entranced was I as I stared into the depths of her eyes, I completely missed the part where I was supposed to say I do. Of course I said I do, with more enthusiasm than I had anticipated. The exuberance and excitement in my voice when I said ‘I do’ made Riza and half of the people in attendance burst out in genuine laughter. Riza was so excited that she didn’t even let Pastor Daniels finish her vows before she jumped the gun and shouted ‘I do’ as she bounced up and down like an excited school girl. Needless to say, the ceremony was one to remember.
We took a two hour break between the ceremony and reception to allow people to return to their hotel rooms and get changed out into less formal clothing. Traditionally, the new bride and groom are supposed to ride off with their vehicle decked out with ‘Just Married” written everywhere, but seeing as how we were staying at the place the ceremony was held we decided to skip that part. Riza said she was tired and needed a nap, so she sauntered up to the bedroom to lay down. I spent the next hour catching up with Pastor Daniels. While he didn’t approve of the way Riza and I had met and committed adultery behind her husband’s back, he did approve of Riza and could see how undeniably happy she made me. My conversation was cut short as my phone dinged in my pocket.
“HELP ME!”, was all the text message from Riza had said.
I excused myself, and rushed upstairs. The morning after we arrived at the lake house, Riza found she couldn’t get out of the bed without help, being seven months pregnant. I assumed this was the case again and knocked softly on the door. The door swung open violently, and Riza, still in her wedding dress, yanked my tie and pulled me into the room, closing and locking the door behind us. Forcefully she grabbed my shirt and walked me a few steps backwards, shoving me roughly onto the bed. She said nothing, and I couldn’t help but watch as she stared me in the face as she undid my belt and zipper. The look in her eyes conveyed desire, lust, and the fact she wasn’t going to take no for an answer. I’d challenged her to abstain from sex for a whole month before the wedding, to make our honeymoon night even more enjoyable. The look in her eyes told me she couldn’t wait any longer. I was just as intimidated by my wife’s demand for sex as I was turned on by her aggressiveness. By the time she managed to yank my dress pants off of me, I was rock hard and ready to go.
Climbing up onto the bed, she hiked up her wedding dress around her waist, revealing a bare, freshly shaven pussy soaked with her lustful anticipation. A look of relief washed over her as she slipped me inside of her. Lacing our fingers together as we held hands, Riza rode me hard and fast. She reached her first climax within a matter of seconds, as her tightness gripped around my shaft and her fingers squeezed mined while she desperately tried to muffle her sounds of pleasure. As she rode me, her swollen breasts spilled from the top of her dress and bounced in my face as I felt her juices drip down between my thighs. I looked into her eyes, still hungry and demanding for more pleasure as I arched my back and hips and drove myself deeper into her. She screamed out briefly in pleasure as I reached deeper inside of her, sending her into another orgasm. Grabbing my hand, she placed one of them on her breast. Her breasts were sensitive, but here lately her nipples had become incredibly sensitive and she loved it. Before we started to abstain from sex before the wedding, I had made her orgasm just using my tongue and fingers to tease her nipples. I started to play with her nipple, pinching and tugging slightly as she started to quiver with pleasure. Little squeaks and moans of pleasure started to fill the silent room as she geared up for another orgasm. I was amusing watching her struggle to stay quiet as we had rough sex, knowing there was at least twenty people still downstairs. She squeezed my shaft tightly as she started to orgasm again, and soon I was on the verge of my own climax. She must have felt me starting to swell inside of her, because she couldn’t hold back her silence anymore.
“Please Kurt, I need it,” she begged in a faint voice.
I decided to play coy, “Need what, love?”
“You know damn well what I need,” she growled, “I’ve got almost a month without it, and you can give it to me willingly, or as your wife, I will take it.”
She tightened herself around my shaft even more and soon I was the one trying to hold back my sounds of pleasure. That’s one thing I love about Riza, when she really wants something, she knows exactly how to get it. Not that I was going to deny her, but it’s fun to make her work for it sometimes. I bit my lower lip to hold back my own moans of pleasure as my wife worked her tight pussy slowly up and down my length, teasing every inch of me with her silky wet insides. I flexed my cock and held out as long as I could to draw out the moment, but Riza just giggled at my struggle, knowing good and well I was seconds away from releasing inside of her. Finally, I couldn’t hold back any longer and I grabbed her hips and pulled her to me as I spilled my seed as deep as I could get inside of her. I filled my wife’s pussy with cum with every twitch of my cock, and the satisfied moan of relief as I filled her was loud enough I was certain people downstairs had heard her. Riza dismounted me, kneeling between my legs on the bed as she took my softening shaft all the way into her mouth and cleaned our juices off of me. I admired the dark red lipstick ring she left around the base of my cock. She then promptly climbed off the bed and slipped her white lace panties on.
“Aren’t you going to go to the bathroom and clean up down there?”, I asked.
“Why, it’s not like you can get me more pregnant than I already am,” she told me as she smiled mischievously at me and tugged on my tie, pulling me closer to her. “Besides, you can’t sit here and tell me it wouldn’t be a huge turn on to know that during all of the reception activities while I am dancing and talking with people, the whole time I am doing it with my panties and pussy full of my new husband’s huge, thick load of cum.”
“I.. uh…”, was all I could mutter, getting turned on again just thinking about it.
Riza smiled victoriously at me before giving me a quick kiss, “Yeah, I thought you might enjoy that.”
“Ok, you got me there,” I said, knowing that she was doing this for my benefit because she wanted something. “But I know there is a catch.”
“No catch! Can’t a newly married woman have fun at her wedding reception and enjoy the feeling of being full of her new husband’s cum without there being a catch?” Riza said, trying to sound innocent.”
“Riza…” I said in a low tone.
She stopped her foot in defeat, “Ok fine, there is a catch.”
“Out with it,” I demanded.
“Umm… is it too late to get a refund for our plane tickets to Miami?” she asked, trying her hardest to sound apologetic.
“About two weeks too late. Why, may I ask, are you wanting to get our honeymoon tickets refunded?”
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and looked away from me, as she always did when she was nervous and was afraid to ask or say something to me that I might not like.
“Uh, do you remember me telling you about my college friend, Rachael?”
I crossed my arms, remembering that conversation quite clearly, “You mean the roommate you went through your bisexual experimentation phase with?”
“Yeah, that’s her. Well I invited her to the wedding, but she couldn’t make it because she had something going on with a patient, but she has cleared her schedule and invited us to stay with her at her private beach house in Key West for our honeymoon instead. It’s partly an apology for missing the wedding, and partly a wedding gift,” Riza explained as she tucked her breasts back into her dress.
“You know, I want to be mad, but a private beach house sounds amazing for a honeymoon. Plus, I’ve always wanted to go to Key West,” I conceded.
“YAY! I’ll call her tonight and let her know we will be there this weekend!” Riza squealed as she jumped into my arms.
There was plenty of dancing and drinking at the party. Riza’s aunt had paid for the catering, practically begging for the right to do so. There was an open bar, plenty of good food, and even a live local band. She did not disappoint. We had said that we weren’t going to do the cake smashing tradition that you so often see at weddings, but as soon as I saw a glint in Riza’s eyes, I immediately knew it was to be a duel at high noon… but with cake. As it turns out, I’m the quicker on the draw. Traditionally the removal of the garter is reserved for women when they get married the first time, but it was Riza’s favorite wedding tradition and we did it anyway. It’s our wedding, we shall do as we please. Family and friends cheered us on as I dove under Riza’s piles of lace and fabric to find the garter wrapped snugly around her upper thigh. At some point, she had taken the time to write ‘I’m a cumslut for Kurt’s cock’ on the inside of her thighs and I couldn’t help but pull my head out from underneath her dress and give her an amused look. She bursted into uncontrollable laughter at my reaction. Again, I dove back under her dress and she spread her legs a little more. As her thighs parted, she revealed her cum soaked pair of panties, the wet fabric revealing her delicate pink folds beneath it. After taking a moment to admire the view, I slid the garter off her thigh and held it up for all to see.
The highlight of the night was when Riza tossed the bouquet. Who would have guessed that Amy, the shortest woman in the crowd, not to mention pregnant, managed to jump higher than anyone else and catch the bouquet. Ronny, having seen this, runs across the dance floor, out the door, and into the parking lot. Amy chases after him in high heels and a dress as Ronny peels out of the parking lot and down the road. Riza laughed so hard she got light headed and had to sit down, and everyone else at the reception laughed as well. Amy, Ronny, Riza, and I knew it was a joke and just for shits and giggles. Ronny adored Amy with every ounce of his heart, and they had just gotten engaged two months prior to the wedding. The stunt earned him a couple of amused slaps on the back from some of the guys at the reception.
Finally, it was time for everyone to head out, and Riza had slipped upstairs to change into something more ‘pregnant friendly’, as she put it. I ushered the last of the guests out the door, before heading upstairs to change out of my tuxedo. As I ascended the stairs, my cock started to stiffen at thoughts of all the naughty and incredibly sexual things Riza had whispered into my ear during the reception, and I expected to enter the bedroom to a horny and cock hungry wife. Instead, I opened the door to find my pregnant wife passed out on the bed naked. The remnants of my seed peeked out from between her pink folds as she laid peacefully on her side. She looked so peaceful and happy at that moment, I didn’t have the heart to wake her up. I took a moment to grab a blanket out of the closet and cover her up before crawling into bed next to her. I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.
Softly, I whispered into her ear, “Riza, you have made me the happiest man in the universe today, and I am excited beyond words that you are finally my wife. Tomorrow, we wake up as a married couple for the first time, and I cannot wait to enjoy the first day of the rest of my life with you. I love you so much.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ovw5ek/like_a_good_neighbor_part_13_rough_sex_wedding