Incest/Taboo A Complicated Relationship

"Don't worry, I'll get that tucked away somewhere nice soon," she replied, smiling, and 'accidentally' brushing her tits across his hand holding the bag, as she turned to look at me.

"You enjoyed that, Diane, didn't you? Not just letting him see you naked, but getting a view right up your cunt and asshole," I asked, after I'd ditched the robe, and we both ate, naked.

"I thought you didn't like the way I flirted in the office, or when Julie and I stripped down to our undies? I had you pegged as a bit of a prude, Jack. So how come you encouraged me to go to the door naked? You're right, I enjoyed it, but the funny thing was it was so much more enjoyable having you there watching me do it."

That was the question. It was one I couldn't find an answer to, even for myself. I'd now fucked her myself, if not very well, but rather than making me possessive, or disapproving of her slutty behaviour, somehow it just made me want her more.

"I don't know, Diane. Maybe I'm just some sort of pervert ..."

"... like me, you mean, Jack? Because that's what I know I am, but I've never found anyone who accepts me enough to let me give full rein to my twisted fantasies."

"To perverts, then," I said, raising my glass, and Diane copied me, chinking the glasses together.

"But you're still just a learner, Jack, and as soon as we've finished dinner, I'm going to teach you how to make me come."

It was strange, because it felt perfectly natural now to be bare with such a beautiful naked woman next to me, my cock softening a bit, then hardening again as I saw something new in the way her tits or her pussy were exposed. Nor did I feel embarrassed about being so ignorant, but I was just longing for Diane to teach me everything about sex and her body.

After dinner, Diane grabbed my hand, and led me into the bedroom.

"Pull up that chair, Jack, so you can get a good view," she said, laying on the bed on her back, knees bent, legs wide, and her cunt pulled wide open. "This is what you need to know about, Jack. It's my clit, a bit like a miniature cock. It's what you need to play with to get me to come."

I could see what she meant, as she started massaging an almost half-inch long nub of flesh at the front of her slit, which bent and turned, making her groan each time. I'd always thought of a cunt as just a hole that let sperm in and babies out, but I discovered that the reality was so much more complicated, with holes inside holes, and now little cocks, let alone the complex flaps of flesh that she was holding open.

"No, Jack, no jacking off," she said, as she noticed what I was doing. "You just watch, then you can fuck me again, but this time you've got to get me to come, else I'll get you thrown out of my room as an intruder."

That was hard, but what was fascinating was the way whiteish, translucent fluid had started oozing out of her hole as she was touching herself, and she used her fingers to gather it up, and rub it over her clit.

"What you can't see, Jack, is that the clitoris goes right along either side of my slit, inside my vagina. Some people talk about a magic G-spot which makes a woman come almost at once, but neither I nor scientists have found it. Personally, I think it's just a male invention, so that when the woman doesn't come, they can blame it on her vagina rather than their lack of technique. No, it's rare that I can come without my clit being played with, but if you do it right, I can guarantee I will. So just watch and learn."

I could smell her scent strongly, and now hear the squishing noises her fingers were making as she rubbed her clit, then drove her fingers inside her, before returning to her clit. I decided to be a bit more than just a spectator in her amazing display.

"You'd have let the room service guy fuck you, if I'd not been there, wouldn't you, Diane?"

"Oh God, Jack, do you really want to go down this path? I don't want to upset you."

"You would have fucked him, though, wouldn't you? Tell me what you'd have done."

"God, Jack, alright, if you're certain. Well, I'd have bent over the chair to show him my cunt and asshole ..."

"... the way you did in front of me ..."

"... yeah, but when I got up, I'd have suggested he might like his tip in something other than money."

"He wouldn't have believed you at first, though, surely?"

"Well, given I'm naked, and I've just shown him both my holes, I think he might have. Still, I'd have grabbed one of his hands, and forced him to touch one of my tits ..."

"... and I bet you'd have started undoing his pants, and taking his cock out, wouldn't you?"

"Of course, Jack, and then I'd have dropped to my knees and taken his dick into my mouth ..."

"... tasting the thread of pre-cum that was leaking out of it ..."

"... then I'd have pushed my head forward, and let his cock go way down my throat. But I'd also have one hand on my clit, because he couldn't reach it, even if he wanted to then. You are watching and learning, aren't you Jack? Just running my fingers around it, not too much pressure, then letting it recover as I slide them back along my slippery gash and into my vagina. See how wet I am now, Jack?"

"So, you'd just have given him a blow-job, then, Diane? Would you get him to come over your face or your tits?"

"Oh God, Jack, that would have been fun, but look how wet I am now. No, he's going to come right up inside my cunt ..."

"... the way I did earlier, Diane ..."

"...yeah, but I'm going to fucking come as well, get a level of pleasure you failed to give me."

"Teach me, then, Diane. Teach me to send you crazy when I fuck you."

"I'm undoing his pants while I let him fuck my mouth, letting him almost choke me, and saliva fall out of my mouth on to my tits, running down and dripping off my stiff nipples on to the floor. I pull back, help him take his shirt off, then I pull him into the bedroom ..."

"... and I bet you laid back on the bed with your legs open ..."

"... just like I am now ..."

"... holding yourself open, so he can see all of your cunt, from your clit to your slippery, gaping hole ..."

"... yeah, his cock is throbbing, it's so stiff ... fuck me, I'd beg ... fuck me till you fill me with your spunk ..."

"... so he rammed his dick up you, and started pumping away ..."

"... but he also put his hand down to my clit, and between us we rubbed and stroked, pinched and flicked it, just like this, Jack. Look."

I couldn't believe the violent way Diane seemed to be abusing the little nub at the front of her cunt, or the way she was ramming the fingers of the other hand into her vagina, mimicking the hotel guy, who in both our imaginations was now fucking her hard.

"Oh, fuck, Jack ... I can feel him in me ... and my pussy feels as if it going to explode ... oh ... he's rubbing my clit harder ... FUCK ... I'm coming myself, as I can feel him pumping his seed inside me ...aagghhh ..."

I watched Diane in amazement, as her back arched, lifting her ass right off the bed, and she slapped her legs together, her hand trapped in between them. Then she let herself fall back, her legs opening again, giving me another view of the glistening wetness of her cunt, as she rubbed her clit again, before the whole cycle was repeated.

Then she slowed down, groaning as the movement of her fingers slowed, then stopped. Eventually, she just lay on the bed, panting, her legs wide, her pussy a sticky wet mess of her cum.

"Now that, Jack, is how a woman comes, but God, I haven't come like that for - maybe ever. It was knowing you were watching, while I imagined being fucked by someone else. So, come and fuck me now, Jack. Fuck me while I've still got his sperm sloshing around inside me, and see if you can make me come again like that."

"Oh, I'll fuck you alright, Diane. You call me a jack-off, but what sort of whore jacks herself off in front of one man, while telling him how she's getting screwed by another?"

"Me ...uh," was all she managed to say, as I drove my cock up her slippery wet cunt.

I was determined she was going to find out just what a fast learner I was. I worked the hard, wet lump of her clit the way she'd shown me, but hard, like when she was close to coming. I felt her squirm under me, as I pulled almost out of her hole, then banged my cock back in her hard, making my balls hit her ass.

"Not to fast, Jack, else I'll ... you fucking bastard!" she said, as I stopped playing with her, but lowered my head and started sucking hard on one of her nipples, pulling it up as far as I dared. "For fuck's sake get back to my clit," she gasped, digging her nails into my ass, as I pounded in and out of her.

"I hadn't forgotten, you dirty cunt," I said as I dropped her tit out of my mouth, and started rubbing hard again between her legs.

"Aagghh," she groaned, as I felt her start to squirm and twist under me.

I had to slow down a bit myself, else I was going to explode inside her too soon, but I kept rubbing her clit as long as I dared, then I slid my fingers back and forced them into her hole, alongside my cock.

"There you are Diane. Now you've got me and the hotel guy up your cunt at the same time. How does that feel?" I asked, ramming my fingers in and out of her, out of time with my cock.

"Fuck, Jack ..." she gasped, as I twisted my arm to force my thumb to rub around her clit.

"Now we're both going to come up you together, Diane. Two cocks, each filling your cunt with spunk, and you're going to fucking come like you're never come before ... uh ... uh ..."

I had to break off, because not only was my spunk shooting out of my cock into her like a rocket's thrust, but I needed all my concentration to avoid being thrown off Diane's body, even the entire bed, because she was bucking and jerking so violently. We must have lain together for ages, panting, savouring the sensations as they passed away, my cock slipping out of her.

"Fuck, Jack, you nerds are good learners, aren't you?"

"Only because you're such a good teacher, Diane."

"I've got plenty more to teach you, Jack."
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Fortunately, my clothes came back first thing in the morning, because the next day was intense. We had lots of interest from potential customers about the app, often coming with ideas for improvements or specific requirements. However, I still managed to find a bit of time for some gambling.

The sequence of spins in electronic fruit machines is supposedly random, but like almost all computer-generated random events, they are actually part of a very long sequence which eventually repeats. If you can identify where you are in the sequence, you can then work out when it will hit the next jackpot.

That was the advantage of being a nerd. I'd identified the best machines, and with a bit of reconnaissance, I located a few machines which hadn't paid out for a while. Casinos obviously don't like what they call 'counters', but I'd written an app, and with a tiny hidden microphone, I could record the sequences of a couple of adjacent machines, as I slowly played on one myself.

Jackpot! $10,000, but I could only do it once without people getting suspicious, so I went back to watch Diane flirting with customers, hotel staff and her team. That night, Diane started teaching me everything she could about a woman's body, and how it could be used for pleasure.

She gave me my first blow job, taking me right down her throat, in a way that I couldn't believe was possible, as I told her stories about how I'd like to watch her giving blow jobs to her team, and getting fucked by a customer.

Then she taught me how to eat her out, making her come with my tongue on her clit, as she described the cunts of the women she had fucked, and how they tasted so different. At first, I wasn't sure I was going to like the tangy, musky taste of the sticky fluid oozing out of her vagina, but by the time I'd got her twice, I was totally addicted.

Finally, she did me the honour of letting me fuck her asshole, even though I wasn't gay, and I was determined to reward her for it. I paced myself carefully, slowly sliding in and out of her tight anus, while we both used our fingers in her cunt, and on her clit. I took her right to the edge, then stopped, and if she carried on, I clamped her hand against her with mine. The two of us stayed close to the edge for ages, kissing, and talking about other men she let in her asshole, and, it turned out, women with strapons.

Eventually, we could hold on no longer, and as I injected my cum deep in her anus, she came, twisting and twitching against my cock, both of us yelling at the top of our voices.

"Oh God, Jack, I thought you were just a dork, but you're fuck amazingly, and I think I might be falling in love with you."

All I could manage to get out was a muffled "me too," as I found my eyes starting to fill with water, and an emotion I'd never experienced before in my life, swallowed me up. If this was love, then I wanted more of it.

I lay in bed after Diane had gone to sleep, thoughts ricocheting around in my brain, until eventually a crazy plan crystallised out.

The next day, I made my excuses to Diane and the team, and headed onto the Strip. First, I took the risk of taking a smaller pay out on a machine in a different casino, then I spent it all on the rother part of the plan, the cheapest component just being $77, but the rest a great deal more.

I managed to get back to the fashion event in time to join the day's sweep-up meeting, collecting feedback and specific requirements for the app from potential customers, then watching Diane hug and flirt even more than usual. At least, that was how it seemed to me, as I was itching to set my plan in motion.

"I've ordered room service again, Diane. I wanted to celebrate the success of the app, and I've a special present I want to give you afterwards. I just hope you like it."

"God, Jack, I love surprises, but do I really have to wait? It is a proper surprise? Not just your cock in me again? Though that would be fun."

"No, it's a real surprise, Diane. Still there's not long before the dinner should arrive, so you can start to get ready for it: take all your clothes off. This time, when the food is delivered, I want you not just to be naked, but let the guy touch you as part of his tip."

"Jack! Are you sure?"

"Oh yes, Diane. I know you'll enjoy it, won't you? You never seem to worry about your team touching you."

"Yes, but with a stranger, and with you watching ..." she said, taking her dress off, and the look on her face telling me that she was starting to get excited just thinking about it.

"I'm going to go in the bedroom, and just peek around the door, but I want you to make sure I can see everything. I want to see his hands on your tits, and his fingers parting your cunt. Who knows, if you do it well, maybe I'll fuck you again tonight," I said, ending up smiling, as Diane stood naked in front of me.

"Oh, if I do this, Jack, you won't have any choice as to whether you fuck me, darling," she said, pressing herself against me, rubbing her hand over the front of my pants, and kissing me.

My dick was throbbing in anticipation of watching her being touched by a stranger, but at the same time, my heart was fluttering, as I started to worry what she would think of the rest of my plan. I carried her clothes into the bedroom, undressed myself, then worked out how far open I dared leave the door, as Diane moved around checking where she needed to stand.

She'd repositioned one of the chairs and the little table next to it that held her purse, and only moments after she had finished, the knock came at the door of the suite. I watched as her gorgeous ass wiggled across the room. She opened the door, making my cock springing fully to attention, as I realised the front of her naked body was inches from the hotel guy, the same one as the previous evening, and exposed to anyone who was walking along the corridor.

"Come in," she said, letting the door close, and standing so that both the waiter and I could see her tits and pussy.

When the food was laid out on the table, she repeated the trick of the previous day, bending right over in front of him to get the pen from her purse. I could see the wet glint of her cum along her gash, which was gaping enough for her dark hole to be visible. From his closer position, the waiter must have had an even better view. And from his face and eyes, I could see exactly how intently he was staring at Diane's cunt.

She stood up, looking as if she was going to sign the tab, but then she paused.

"You seem to like my body, so maybe you'd prefer to take your tip a different way?", she asked, looking coyly at him as she pushed her tits towards him.

"But ... you boyfriend ..."

"That jerk! All he wants to do is gamble, and he hardly seems to notice that I'm like this," she said, doing a slow twirl in front of him. "I daren't let you fuck me, but wouldn't you like a good feel?"

As she spoke, she put the room service check down, then pulled one of the waiter's hands to one of her breasts.

"Do you like the feel of my tits?" she asked, and the fact that his free hand cupped the other one was a clearer answer than his grunt. "You can pull my nipples."

He squeezed and pulled, but then must have started to worry he'd gone to far, as he heard Diane gasp as her nipples were stretched out.

"No, don't go yet, I've got even better places for you to explore."

She bent herself over the chair, and pulled her ass cheeks wide. Once again, both the waiter and I could see the tight ring of her asshole, and her cunt, now pulled wide open, sticky liquid clinging inside her slit.

"Finger my holes, darling, then tell me how stupid my boyfriend is being to turn me down."

The waiter gave a massive, nervous swallow, as lust for Diane's holes battled with his conscience.

His conscience lost, as I knew it would. He slowly reached out a hand, then slipped a finger inside Diane's vagina. God, I almost came as I watched her body being invaded by a stranger, only a few feet from me.

I saw his finger moving around inside her, before he pulled it out, covered in her cum. Then he used it as lubrication as he pushed it into her asshole, forcing open her anal sphincter. I'd never really imagined I'd get to see a woman's asshole, nor find a woman who I'd fucked several times, and certainly not that I'd then see her with a waiter's finger sticking in her shit hole.

I couldn't help touching myself, though I was determined not to risk coming, as I saw the waiter's other hand moving to Diane's twat. He pushed three fingers into her, stretching the opening of her hole in a way that sent shudders of excitement shooting through me. God, she was a dirty slut, and a bit of me was disgusted by the way she let a man, who she'd only seen once before, put his fingers inside her most private areas.

"God, that feels so good, but I think that's enough for a simple meal delivery tip, don't you?"

The look on his face said just the opposite, and he thought she should let him shove his cock up one or both of those holes his fingers had invaded, but he reluctantly pulled out of her.

"Thank you m'am," he said, picking up the check, then he licked her cum off the fingers that had been up her cunt. "I'm always at your service, and perhaps I could do something more for you, that would deserve an even bigger tip."

After the door had closed, Diane turned towards me as I came out of the bedroom, my stiff dick leading the way. She had one hand squeezing a tit, and the other visibly inside her slit, which I knew it would be rubbing her clit.

"That was fucking awesome. We really are alike, aren't we, but for God's sake fuck me, Jack, the meal can wait."

"No, Diane, I need to get this done, while I still have the courage."

I knelt down in front of her, and she leaned back, pulling herself open, expecting me to kiss her pussy. That wasn't yet part of my plan, though.

"I love you Diane, and want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me? Please?"

I'd had a ring clenched in my hand, having left the Tiffany box in the bedroom, and I opened my hand and held it up to her, showing a cushion cut, yellow diamond solitaire set in yellow gold, which had taken all of my winnings to buy.

"God, Jack," Diane stammered. Her eyes were brimming with tears, as I'd obviously taken her totally by surprise.

For once, my eyes were entirely focussed on hers, even though her pussy was only inches from my face, and I could smell how aroused she'd been from the waiter fingering her.

"You said we were similar, and last night you said you thought you were falling in love with me. Please, Diane."

"Stop, Jack. Let me think. Leave the champagne unopened for now. Let's eat the salad, then I'll give you an answer, but no words, please, until I've made up my mind."

It felt to me as if the world had come to an end. I was sure she was going to say no, making me just another one in the crowd of men and women she'd fucked, and nothing more. Had I misjudged everything so badly?

She sat at the table, pushing me away as I tried to give her a hug and kiss her, and we ate our salad, an elaborate concoction with pomegranate seeds, pear slices, walnuts and crumbly blue cheese on mixed leaves, in silence. It would have been delicious had I been able to taste it, but my brain was entirely given over to worrying what Diane's answer would be. She ate the last items, pushed the plate away, looked me in the eye, and started speaking.

"My answer is yes, Jack, I will marry you, but only if you accept that you don't own me, and you won't try to stop me flirting with anyone I want. It's just the way I am, but the me inside, that is yours, and always will be. Can you live with this, Jack?"

My heart leapt, when Diane said yes, but her conditions set me back at first.

"Of course, I can, Diane. You know you're the first woman I've made love to, and I accept that I'm not your first, and you're much more extrovert than me. I loved watching the waiter touch you, though."

"That's wonderful then Jack, let's open the champagne now, and celebrate," she said, giving me a big hug and a kiss.

We drank the champagne, and ate the lobster thermidor that went with it perfectly. I explained that I'd booked Elvis to marry us the day after next, but before that she had to complete all of her details so we could get the marriage licence, buy her a wedding dress, and get the fit of the ring adjusted at Tiffany's.

"I haven't got any family to invite, but do you, Diane? If so, you need to get in touch immediately, to see if they could come, else we can fix a ceremony back in California when they can."

"No, there's no family I want to invite, Jack. But there's lots of people I've been close to, in my team, and in some of the companies that are here that I've worked with in the past. I'd like to invite them. We can do that tomorrow, and given the show finishes at lunchtime, I'm sure most of them will be able to make it.

As my mind caught up with the fact that she'd agreed to marry me, and that the wedding was really likely to happen, I realised that Diane was sat naked next to me.

"Let's go and fuck each other's brains out to celebrate, darling."

"Oh no, Jack. I couldn't possibly let you fuck me before we're married," she said, smiling, and reaching over to stiffen up my cock under the table. "You can jack off while you watch me play with myself, and I tell you just what I wanted that waiter to do to me. Go and get me my biggest dildo and the bottle of lube, Jack."

When I got back with the toy and the lube, Diane had moved over to couch, and was laid back on it, legs open, holding the almost empty champagne bottle. I don't know what I was expecting, but it wasn't what she said as I handed her the dildo and the lube.

"God, Jack, what I really wanted was for him to open the champagne, then to shove the bottle up my cunt, filling my vagina until it fizzed out round the edges."

Her actions matched her words, as she rammed the champagne bottle into her hole, stretching it open further than I could ever imagine, as the last of the foil top disappeared inside her. I couldn't control my hand, as it grabbed my cock, and started stroking it, while I watched her work the bottle in and out of her, the last of the fizzy, yellow contents leaking out, over her labia, then running down to her asshole.

"Fuck, Diane, what the hell came next?" I grunted, trying to control my level of arousal, as I was sure Diane hadn't finished giving me more obscene images, real and imagined.

"He'd pull the bottle out of me, and I'd try to clamp my cunt tight, to try to keep as much of the sparkling nectar inside me. Then I'd pull his head down, and force his mouth against my pussy.

"'Eat me out, motherfucker, then feed me with the champagne from your mouth,' I'd say, making him suck hard on my hole to get the champagne out of me. Then I'd make him kiss me, and we'd share the delightful taste of the champagne cocktail we'd created with my own cum."

Oh fuck, the image of the waiter eating out Diane's champagne-filled cunt, then swapping it between their mouths nearly made me come, and I had to hold my cock tightly, without moving, to let myself calm down.

"I'd make him do it over and over again, Jack, until we'd drunk most of the champagne, so my cunt and my face was covered with the sticky wine. Then I'd take a swig from the bottle, holding it in my mouth, and I'd pull his cock towards me, letting it slip into my mouth. God, Jack, his face would have been a picture as he felt the champagne fizzing against his cock in the warmth of my mouth, and I'd swallow it down as I took his cock so deep in my throat that his balls were hitting my chin."

I felt my body jerk, as if I'd been struck by lightning, as the images of the waiter fucking Diane's mouth, and of my own cock sinking into her throat got all mixed up, and I couldn't stop jerking my cock again, only just stopping in time.

"I'd repeat this until I'd emptied the bottle, making sure he didn't come in my mouth, even though I could feel the alcohol surging through my veins, making me even more aroused, and wanting him in me."

"You'd get him to fuck your sticky cunt, Diane? Shove his dick in you and add his spunk to the mess inside you?"

"No Jack, not quite. I'd want his dick in my asshole. Like this."

Diane let go of the bottle, which started to slowly slip out of her, leaving her cunt gaping wide for a few seconds, showing me the brilliant pink flesh inside her. She drove the lubricated dildo into her asshole, angling it so that it pushed against her vagina, forcing her hole open more, and the plastic in her ass seemed to be trying to escape through her pussy.

"God, Jack, his cock feels so big in my asshole, and look how my cunt is gaping. Wouldn't you like to be up it, even with the waiter still inside my butt?" she asked, smiling, and moving her hand down to run her fingers along her slit, and around her clit, though she could see from my hand jacking my cock what the answer was.

"Sorry, Jack, I want something bigger up me."

Shit, she picked up the bottle again, and rammed it back into her cunt. A belt of lust, desire, arousal, so intense as to be almost painful went through me, as I imagined what she must be feeling, as the bottle hit against the dildo, squashing the wall of her vagina in between.

"Oh fuck, Jack, it feels so good having both holes filled to their limit. Don't I look a fucking slut? No wonder you want to fuck me, even before we're married."

One hand was driving the bottle in and out of her pussy, and the other the dildo in and out of her ass, and I could see her belly swell as the glass and plastic forced her guts out of the way. It looked as if all that was between her legs was two massive holes, being stretched almost beyond the point of no return.

"Play with my clit," she yelled, and I took a step towards her. "Not you, Jack, the guy in my ass."

I wondered how she was going to manage that, unless she emptied one of her holes, but she knew just what she was doing. She knelt up on the couch, steadying the bottle inside her with one hand, while she kept pumping the dildo in and out of her asshole.

I hadn't thought she could take any more of the bottle, but she lowered herself down, the wide part of it disappearing in her, until her labia were touching the top of the label. Then she moved that hand, starting to rub hard on her clit, while the other continued using the dildo to fuck her anus.

"Oh fuck, Jack, I want to see the waiter come on my face and tits, but I don't want him to take his cock out of my ass."

I was struggling not to come, hoping this was a hint on what she wanted. She was working herself up and down on the bottle, and her hand was almost a blur as she worked her clit as hard and fast as she could. I stood up, and walked towards her, jerking my cock, desperately trying to get the timing right.

"You fucking dirty cunt, I'm going to come over your face and tits," I growled, jerking myself as fast as I dared.

"Shoot your spunk all over me, then, before my boyfriend comes back," she gasped, as she came, her climax making her bend forward, taking the first rope of my cum right across her mouth and nose. Then she jerked backwards, so that the rest of the ropes covered her throat first, then across one of her tits, the white goo contrasting against the darker brown of her stiff nipple, a thread hanging down from the very end.

"I really do love you, Diane," I said, once I'd got my breath back.

"I love you too, jack-off Jack," she replied, standing to walk in the bathroom.

I turned on the shower, then turned to watch Diane sitting on the toilet, peeing noisily, the stream of pee hissing and splashing, while she tried to fart out the lube from her asshole. It was hard to believe that less than a week earlier I had been a virgin, but now I'd not only fucked this beautiful woman, but in two days she was going to marry me, and as she wiped herself, I saw the sparkle of the engagement ring on her finger.

Was I doing the right thing, though? She clearly loved the idea of being fucked by other men - and women - and telling me all about it, making me masturbate rather than fuck her myself. Could I ever hope to keep up with her imagination and sexual energy, or would she quickly get bored with me, and turn to just fucking everyone else rather than me?

I put it out of my mind, as we washed each other clean, and we spooned together in bed, my cock resting between her legs, forbidden entry until we were married.

The following day we managed to get the marriage licence, and the ring made slightly smaller, Diane used her contacts within the fashion trade in Vegas to buy a wedding dress, which I wasn't allowed to see, and I hired a tux, being a traditional sort of guy. We were back in time to catch up with business, although attention had mostly moved on to the other exhibitors.

That evening, Diane was full of herself, showing off the ring, and inviting a selection of people to attend the wedding, though it wasn't clear to me how she was making the choice. Of course, there was plenty of kissing, hugging and touching, and although I got lots of congratulations, I still felt a bit out of it.

Not as much as later, though, when Diane sent me back to my own room, as if we were both still virgins who'd sworn of sex before marriage. I confess that the thought crossed my mind as to whether Diane was going to have one last fuck session without me, and I kept waking in the night imagining her fucking the waiter, Wesley, Julie, or some others from her team.

The next morning, the closing session, seemed to drag on forever. I'd fixed the wedding after the event had closed, and Diane had managed to extend the stay on her room, but not mine, so I was reassured, at least, that I would get to sleep with her on our wedding night.

I got myself ready, and headed out to the Elvis Wedding Chapel early, while the girls got Diane ready. What surprised me, though, was just how many people were turning up, given that neither of us had family, and the notice had been so short. Much of Diane's team were there, but so were the couple who owned the Company, and a good selection of men and women of all ages from other fashion houses that had been at the event.

Eventually, a massive pink Cadillac drew up, and I could hardly wait to see what my bride-to-be would look like. The first thing I saw was a pair of bright red, fuck-me stilettos which emerged on the ends of Diane's silk-stocking-covered legs. The second thing was her cunt, which was open for all to see, as she had to wiggle up her skirt so she could open her legs wide enough to get out, and she wasn't wearing any panties.

That was certainly going to liven up the video recording I'd splashed out for, as the cameraman was right next to me, and I heard him gasp as he saw Diane's gorgeous brown labia hanging free. Some of the other guests were whispering and pointing, clearly having spotted what was on show. As if that wasn't enough, one of her tits briefly popped out of the low-cut, strapless top of her white wedding dress. She stood up, and wiggled herself back into her dress, which was tight and short at both ends. She looked gorgeous, with vivid red lipstick and a little pill box hat which matched the colour of her shoes. She smiled, and blew me a kiss.

Once again, she'd really messed with my brain, as part of me felt embarrassed that I'd chosen for my wife a slut who didn't mind showing her tits and pussy to not just to Elvis and our guests, but a good few tourists who had gathered to watch the fun. At the same time, though, I was filled with amazement and some pride that such a bold and beautiful woman had agreed to marry me, and of course, I wanted to take her back to the hotel and fuck her brains out as soon as I could.

I got shooed inside, then Elvis walked Diane down the aisle to the sound of Love me Tender sung by the man himself. It hardly made sense to have the traditional vows, promising to remain faithful, so we opted for the Elvis version, most made up of snippets from the well-known songs, and we'd just got each other simple wedding rings, not least because Diane's engagement ring had emptied me out for a while.

We were sung three more songs, Can't Help Falling in Love, Teddy Bear and The Wonder of You, then we signed the register, got a certificate signed by (our) Elvis, going back out to the pink Cadillac in a shower of confetti. This time Diane excelled over even her previous display, as both tits fell out of the top of her dress when she bent to get in the car, and she seemed to get one of her heels caught, giving everyone a prolonged view of her cunt, framed by her nude, thigh-high stockings.

We'd hired a separate room for the reception, followed by a disco, but we stopped off at our room, so I could put on something more comfortable, and Diane lost her hat.

"I'd really like you to fuck me now, Jack, but I'd rather do it properly, so how about a quick blow job for now?" she said, laying back on the couch, having hitched up the bottom of her dress, and pulled her tits out of the top.

As if I wouldn't want to, because I'd only ever had one which Diane had given me a couple of days earlier, and my cock had hardened immediately she'd suggested it.

"Did you realise you were showing your cunt when you got in and out of the car, Diane?" I asked, throwing off my tux, and letting my cock spring out towards her.

"Of course, darling, but all the guests had seen it before, and I thought it would be a nice reminder for them. You do realise that every one of them had fucked me, don't you?"

Oh shit, I should have realised that was how she selected the invitations. I wanted to be angry with her, but given she was holding herself open for me, rubbing a nipple invitingly, and had her mouth wide open for me. All I wanted to do was go get my cock inside her, and her mouth would be as good a hole as any.

"God, you're a cunt, darling, aren't you?" I said, as I drove my dick hard into her mouth, making her gag, not realising I should have been a bit more careful, and she pushed me away from her.

"But I'm your cunt now, Jack, and I love you. I can see you are new to this as well, so just let me take the lead."

Diane started gently sucking the head of my dick, which was still enough to send shudders through me, then she gradually took more of me, in the end taking my shaft right down her throat until my balls hit her chin.

I reached down to her pussy, and after I found one of her hands there already, we both used our fingers on her clit. This was just as well, because the combination of the frustration of the previous night, the excitement of her now being my wife, and the thrill of her exposing herself in public meant it wasn't long before I felt myself coming. You might think I lacked self-control, but I mean, how many other men get married with an audience of men and women who had all fucked their bride?

As I felt the spunk pumping out of me cock, she pushed me back, and it exploded out, all over her face, and some landing on her chest and tits.

"You taste gorgeous, Jack," she said, using her fingers to collect globs of my sperm, and she licked it off, and swallowed it. "Want a taste?"

Swallow my own spunk? "No thank you," I replied.

"Well, I'm sure some of the guests would," she said, using a finger to apply a thin coat over her bright red lipstick. "I think I'll leave these bits on my face, and see if anyone notices."

The only thing I really enjoyed about the reception was watching Diane kiss so many guests, men as well as women, with her cum-coated lips, though I never did see how the two splodges of spunk on the side of her face disappeared. I'd never liked having to juggle buffet food, and although I liked rock music, when I tried to dance, I looked and felt like a spider with Parkinson's Disease, so I tried to keep out of the way, and just watchrd my wife while she played the vamp.

I lost count of the number of times a nipple appeared. I was sure she was doing it deliberately, as she threw her arms around men or women, laughing and joking. When she danced, her tight skirt showed her ass off to perfection, but it also meant that she sometimes had to pull it up to get the steps right. And the number of times the DJ put on a twist record surely couldn't have been accidental, as it required her to pull it up so far that her ass was uncovered, and her cunt was on show almost all the time.

It wasn't just Diane, though. Later in the evening, my eye was caught by Julie, who seemed to be one of the favourites in her team, sat on a barstool opposite me, and signing me to go over to see her. Having taken my eyes off Diane, I could see that Julie was moving around, her legs opening and closing, giving me glimpses of her bare thighs, though I was disappointed to also spot that she was wearing white panties underneath her own short skirt.

"I never, ever thought I'd see Diane get married, Jack," she said when I stood in front of her. "You must have some hidden talents." Meaning, of course, that she certainly didn't expect Diane to marry a geek like me. "I wonder, though, if you've got what it will take to keep her satisfied. You know she's bisexual?"

Maybe it's time I did a bit of flirting myself, I thought. After all, Diane has fucked Julie, so she could hardly object to me doing a bit of groping, could she?

"Of course, Diane has told me everything," which was quite an exaggeration, but there. "I did wonder, though, just what you had that I didn't."​