Group Sex Robin's Wedding

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Robin's Wild Wedding

October 14, 12:05 AM

* * * Robin Nelson * * *

* * * Part 1: Commitment * * *​

When I was a little girl, I imagined having a big white wedding to marry the man of my dreams before we lived happily ever after. As I grew into a teenager, and after my father left, my mother taught me that love and sex were two different things and that men were only good for sex, not love. When I got older, and became a prostitute, the idea of marrying a man seemed completely ridiculous. But then, as I got out of that life and into the swinging lifestyle, that dream got reawakened. This time, the dream of a beautiful white wedding became sexily twisted into what I liked to call my wild wedding.

With John, both of those dreams were coming true.

While that little girl's white wedding was a few hours away, that young woman's wild wedding was beginning.

My heart pounded in my breast as I watched Angela, her back to me, march toward the entryway and around the corner. Her new tattoos were amazing, and I could see most of them pretty clearly through the green sheer open cup babydoll she wore. She looked amazingly sexy wearing only that babydoll plus a pair of green heels; no panties to hide her pussy and nothing at all to hide her breasts as she displayed them proudly through the cutouts, the green frilly straps framing them beautifully.

I took the opportunity to look down at myself to make sure everything was in order. My pale skin nearly blended in with the white open bust teddy I wore, my alabaster breasts and hard pink nipples on full display. The white mesh teddy covered my stomach but not my sides and back, other than a strap or two. Though I wore no panties, the built-in garters were attached to mid-thigh white nylons which ended in white heels. I couldn't see the veil which topped my mane of orange hair, both falling to the middle of my back, nor the sheer train of the dress which started at the top of my ass and ran a full six inches to not even cover my ass. It was more like a big bow than a train.

I glanced to my right at my mother, Kate, who smiled at me sweetly. She wore a man's suit as if she were the father of the bride. I didn't grow up with a father. Kate filled that role, along with all others, mother, friend, and, when I was eighteen, lover. For her to have such a low opinion of men and to give me away to John, not only at this wedding but at the white wedding later, made me so happy.

Looking down my right arm, which bore a white satin glove that ran from my elbow down to my hand, which was lightly wrapped around a big flesh-colored dildo. Kate's slacks were fully opened and the dildo in my hand protruded from the opening. It was not lost on me how lucky I was that all my friends, as well as my mother, had been glad to accommodate this wild wedding of mine, no idea being so extreme that any of them declined, or even hesitated to agree.

Once Angela was clear of the entryway, Raine and Jenny closed the doors.

Kate and I stepped up in front of the sealed entryway, waiting. It took about thirty seconds, but it seemed like forever, before the music changed to the bridal march. We looked at each other and giggled for a moment.

Kate said, "You're as crazy as I am."

I gave her a big smile. I would have kissed her, but I didn't want to disturb our makeup or take a chance on messing up our setup. Everything was, so far, exactly how I had wanted it to be. I gave her an air kiss and said, "Love you too."

After Raine and Jenny opened the doors, Kate and I began marching forward.

The room was brighter than the entryway had been, and I blinked a moment to adjust, scanning the room as I entered.

Everyone was on their feet. All of our sexy friends were there, lining both sides of the aisle as we took one deliberate step after another. There was everyone from the club, mostly couples, giving me big smiles as I walked by. Everyone was silent but ogling my body as I walked past them. I loved all of them dearly and I, as usual, loved that I was the center of their attention.

John's parents were not there; they didn't even know about it. And there was nobody from our day jobs; jobs which we planned to quit if the club started bringing in enough money.

As we neared the altar, I shifted my attention forward, careful not to trip or stumble.

In the center of the group at the altar was the priestess I had hired to conduct the ceremony. She was a pretty raven-haired woman in her forties, dressed in a completely sheer gown which left nothing to the imagination. She was at one with the universe, I knew, and so she only wore the gown for appearances; if I had asked her to conduct the ceremony naked, she would have eagerly obliged. The priestess had insisted on a few things in the ceremony, but I had gotten her to cooperate on most things. While this wedding would be legal, John and I would file the paperwork from the big wedding in a few hours so that nobody would ask as to why our officiate was different. Either way, I wanted both weddings to be on the same day. That's why this one was taking place just after midnight.

To the right of the priestess, that's my left, stood my pretty maids all in a row.

First was my adopted sister Angela, thin with small tits, shoulder-length blond hair, and tattoos galore. She was my Maid of Honor.

To the left of her was my first bridesmaid, Dana, wearing the same green babydoll as Angela. She was short, like me, with small tits and long blond hair. Below the hem of her garment, I could clearly see her pink pussy with no hair in sight.

My second bridesmaid, Maria, was to the left of Dana. Maria's skin was darker than all of ours, brown from her Mexican heritage, contrasting less with the dark green babydoll than the other women. Her brown breasts were as big as mine, d cups, and sagged just a bit on her chest. The nipples were hard though, as they were being attended to by Stewart.

Stewart was a newer friend from the club, and he was the flower boy; or, head boy, as I liked to call it. He had his back to me, wearing only a bowtie and black underwear that was basically a thong in back and a cock sock in front. He knelt in front of Maria tweaking her nipples with his mouth before he moved on to Dana. He was responsible for keeping the girls excited.

As I came even closer to the altar, I looked to my right.

John stood there, waiting for me, with his familiar piercing blue eyes, short black hair, and strong jaw.

My breath caught in my throat for a moment as I studied him.

He looked so handsome in his black and white tuxedo. It looked so formal and dignified except for the fact that a hole had been cut into the front of his pants. From the top of the zipper to the bottom, a circle of material had been removed. There was no zipper. In its place I, and everyone, could clearly see his magnificent cock.

His ruddy rod was hard and throbbing, standing at attention from his groin. I knew there was some chemical help as well as our flower girl, Heather, involved in keeping it erect, but I marveled anyway. Nine inches long and as thick as my wrist, it was a sight to behold. His balls were not tucked into his pants inasmuch as that was not possible given the size of the hole. They looked full as they hung below his shaft; he had not cum for a while, in anticipation of this moment, abstaining just as I had. Our last orgasm had been a few days ago, the day after our parties.

As I stepped closer, I looked down the line to, first, John's best man, Chris Ivanov, Dana's fiancé. He had the same short black hair as John, was the same height but had a slighter build. Dressed in the same type of tuxedo with the same cutout, his cock, darker than his skin tone but with a pink head, also stood up proud and strong, two inches shorter and not as thick. Though it was less impressive than John's, I knew it was a formidable tool that he knew how to use.

Beside him, taller than both, stood the deeply tanned Alex Moore, Maria's husband. His long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, I thought of him as my big brother or, sometimes, a father figure. If he hadn't been married to Maria, I might have pursued him myself when I was searching for a husband. He looked great in the tuxedo, his hard brown dick, currently being pumped by Heather's fist, was longer than Chris' but not as long or as thick as John's.

The last groomsman was Frank Fuller, husband of Melissa, he was the same height as John but not as fit; a little overweight. Pale and soft, his looks were deceiving because I knew that he had tremendous endurance. His pale cock, slightly shorter than John's but quite a bit thicker, was currently being sucked by Heather, her lips stretched tight.

Speaking of which, Heather was on her knees wearing the same sheer green babydoll as the bridesmaids. Her tits were beautifully displayed to give the groomsmen something to watch while she worked to keep them hard. I found myself wondering if she was regretting volunteering to be my flower girl.

Everything was exactly as I had detailed. Still, seeing it was a sight to behold.

Kate and I stopped in from of the priestess as John joined us, turning his back to the crowd. The smell of incense the priestess was burning was thicker near the altar, as was the scent of sexual arousal.

The priestess said, her voice easily traveling to everyone in the room, "Who presents this woman to be married to this man?"

"I do," Kate said before passionately kissing me on the lips. Our tongues played with each other as we kissed, my hand still on her strap-on, as her hand fell to between my legs.

"Mmm," I moaned into her mouth as I felt her middle finger slip between the folds of my pussy, pull some juice onto the tip, and drag it up to my slick clit.

Kate broke the kiss and whispered, "I love you, sweetheart."

"I love you too, Mom," I whispered back.

Then Kate took my right hand from her strap-on and placed it on John's hard cock. I had noticed that it had started to soften but it was now fully hard, presumably at seeing our kiss.

After Kate stepped back, I smiled at John as I slowly stroked his big dick. He smiled back at me, and we both turned our attention to the priestess.

She intoned loudly, "Friends, we are here today to join John and Robin in a life of mutual commitment. It is fitting and appropriate that you, the family and friends of John and Robin be here to witness and to participate in their union. For, freedom of sexual expression, which has brought them together today, had its roots, and was reinforced, by the sex they have had with you over the years."

Then, a bit quieter but still loud enough for all to hear, she continued, "John and Robin, maintaining an open relationship is difficult, and maintaining an open marriage; even more so. Please know that the only real security is not in owning or possessing, not in demanding or expecting, not in hoping, even. Security in a relationship lies neither in looking back to what was in nostalgia, nor forward to what might be in dread or anticipation but, instead, living in the present relationship and accepting it as it is now.

"You have both worked extremely hard to ensure that any thoughts of jealousy are purged from your relationship. While there will always be some insecurity that breeds feelings of jealousy, may this commitment that you make to one another today serve to bolster your defense against these destructive forces."

Then the Priestess paused a moment before announcing loudly, "There are two components to an open marriage; your commitment to each other and the support of your friends. First is your commitment to each other.

"John and Robin have written their own vows. John?"

John reached into his tuxedo pocket and pulled out a small slip of paper. He unfolded it, put it in his left hand, turned toward me, and pressed his right hand between my legs. Like Kate before him, he slipped his middle finger between the folds of my pussy to my clit.

Pleasure shot threw my brain, as I dropped my left hand to join my right at working on his dick. I cupped his balls and stroked him, trying to show him how excited I was and make sure he stayed hard.

John read, a bit shakily, "Robin, you blew into my life like a hurricane; turned everything upside down and inside out. You are a beautiful woman that any man would feel lucky to even know. I am the luckiest of all to be standing here. I am so happy that, of all the men you could have chosen to marry, you chose me.

"Having said that, please know that I see you. I see your flaws. I love your little flaws; without them, you're not Robin. As for those bigger flaws, those things of which you feel ashamed? I love those too. Quick to anger, but even quicker to apologize. A past of which you sometimes regret, but that has made you into the woman you are today. I love everything about you. You make me feel special and you bring excitement to my life."

I stopped stroking him for a moment as I took in what he had said. Tears formed in my eyes despite the pleasure coursing through me from my clit being rubbed. This man loved me more than I had ever been loved by anyone, and I was determined to make him as happy as he made me.

Once I resumed stroking, he continued, "I promise to protect you from harm; to be your confidant, your lover, and your friend; to offer you my shoulder when you are sad, my arm when you are weak, my chest when you are sleepy, my cock when you are horny, --"

Many in the room chuckled at that. I would have too if it weren't for the pleasure clouding my mind.

After a slight pause John continued, "-- and my face when you need a place to sit; --"

The crowd erupted into claps and cheers as I laughed.

After pausing long enough for the cheers to die down, he continued, "-- to nurse you when you are sick and fuck you when you're well; to freely share you and know that our relationship is unthreatened by it; and, most of all, to love you, just as you are, for as long as we both shall live."

I wiped the tears from my eyes with my left hand before pulling my own note from under the back of my veil, where it had set nested securely within my hair. I flipped it open so I could read it, having to use my occupied hand for a moment.

He was still rubbing my clit, but he wasn't doing it so vigorously as to make me cum. Still, it felt so fucking good.

Taking a deep breath, my right hand back on his cock, I read my note, "John, you are my rock. We have had our share of misunderstandings, but you have always been there for me. I could not ask for a kinder or gentler soul with whom to spend the rest of my life.

"Sometimes I feel so undeserving of the love and understanding that you give me. I know that I occasionally let my temper get the best of me and it amazes me that you are still here. Please know that through it all I loved you. Here, in this moment, I love you. And for the rest of my life, I will love you. Honestly and truly, John, I am deeply and madly in love with you.

"I promise to always keep you sexually satisfied, with my hand," I released his cock for a moment and held up my hand. I continued, "... my mouth, my pussy ..." as I put my fingers to my mouth and then to my pussy.

Everyone laughed at that.

After a short pause I said, "... and my friends; ..."

The crowd cheered, all female voices.

"... to fulfill any deep dark nasty fantasy you might have now or in the future; ..."

The crowd cheered again, this time all male voices.

My hand on his cock again, I continued, "... to share you with my friends ..."

The women cheered again.

"... and to make sure they treat you right; to always be sexually, emotionally, and mentally available to you; and to stand by your side and love you with all of my heart for as long as we both shall live."

The priestess whispered, "Heather and Stewart, please prepare the bride and groom."

As I released John's cock, Heather came forward, still on her knees, and sucked him deep into her face. She began bobbing her head vigorously up and down his shaft, loud slurping sounds coming from her mouth as she expertly blew him.

Stewart lifted me onto an elevated chair he and Maria had picked up from the side and placed behind me.

The chair supported my back, reclined me a bit, and supported both of my thighs with a spread configuration that placed my pussy spread open at waist height. I felt so exposed in that moment and so thrilled at the same time. I was the center of attention at the wild wedding of my dreams.

Stewart knelt before me and pressed his face to my pussy, licking and then sucking at my already excited clit. Stewart worked on me for a moment, bringing me close to orgasm but not allowing me to achieve it.

So far, everything had gone according to plan, and I was so happy. The whole thing was being recorded and I just knew it was a video I would treasure and rewatch for the rest of my life.

Satisfied at how excited and wet I was, Stewart moved to the side as Heather, having brought John just short of orgasm, pushed him to stand in front of me.

As I lovingly gazed up at John through lust-glazed eyes, knowing his hard cock was mere inches from my hungry cunt, the priestess said to us, loud enough for all to hear, "Since the vows have now been exchanged, please show your commitment to those assembled. John, you may fuck the bride."

On cue, John leaned toward me. As his lips met mine and we kissed, I felt his cock touch my pussy and then slide inside.

I put my arms around him, feeling his tuxedo jacket, the material rough under my fingers. I groaned into his mouth. The feel of his lips on mine and his cock entering me as everyone watched, was the top highlight of my life.

As pleasure exploded in my brain, it washed away all rational thoughts. I broke the kiss and moaned, my voice echoing off the walls. "Oh my god," I groaned softly.

John kissed me again, pressing his warm wet tongue down against mine as he slowly rocked his hips back and forth, savoring the sweet friction as well as spreading the juices from the depths of my cunt to coat his throbbing cock completely. Of course, that wasn't really necessary since we were both coated with Heather and Stewart's saliva. Still, I loved how he drove his prick deep inside of me, his balls pressing firmly against my ass on every stroke, the head of his dick pressing against the back of my cunt.

Since it had been a few days and my love tunnel had contracted a bit, he was actually stretching me a little deeper, which I loved. We had both been denied sex for a few days, so we were also very sensitive and in need of release. I knew, despite the public situation, it wouldn't take either of us very long. This was exactly as I had planned it.

I had planned some things for he and I to say, which I had already veered from but, as the pleasure surged into me, pumped by John's meaty cock, I remembered my line. I broke the kiss and looked up into his eyes. "Take my fucking pussy," I grunted, adding the swear word without meaning to. "It belongs to you."

He grinned at me through the haze of lust and embellished his own line right back at me, "Take my fucking cock!" He rocked his big dick into me, slapping his hips against mine and making the sound of it echo in the filled room. "It belongs to you."

The crowd around us, who I had expected to be cheering and shouting, were completely silent. The only sounds that could be heard was the sloshing of a cock fucking a wet cunt and the steady slap of our two bodies coming together again and again.

It was happening, I realized with a smile up at John. My wild wedding was coming true more-or-less exactly as I had envisioned it. I was the center of attention, everyone watching John slide his big cock into my dripping snatch over and over again. I loved the attention, as usual, but the fact that everyone cooperated with my plans, so far, to get us to this point was thrilling. That plus my sensitive pussy thrilling at the feeling of my man's cock penetrating deep into me after having rested for several days, made me want to explode with ecstasy.

Within only another minute, John was slamming into me faster and faster, driving us both closer and closer to orgasm. In fact, we were both actually holding back to make it last longer, we were so close before we had even started, thanks to Stewart and Heather.

Unable to hold it at bay any longer, my orgasm fast approaching, I groaned again, "Take my fucking pussy!"

As I groaned with pleasure, my orgasm filling me with a great warmth, I felt John slam firmly into me a few more times before his cock expanded inside of me. "Take my fucking cock!" he roared as he poured his cream into me.

My cunt being filled with his warm wet cum drove my orgasm even higher as I continued to orgasm. My body felt like it exploded into a million pieces, came back together, and then melted into the chair like a stick of butter on a hot skillet. I was so happy and content in that moment that, had I died, I would have had no regrets.

John's heavy prick twitched inside of me, rocketing all his jism into my quivering hole. He held himself so deep that I felt the cum force its way back out of my cunt despite the tight fit of John's dick, to dribble down across my asshole.

A wicked chill shot through my body at the contact, and I moaned.

I stared up into John's eyes and grinned. When he grinned back, I felt such a strong connection to him in that moment. Everything we had gone through had led us to that moment and, though there was a lot more to do, neither of us wanted it to end. My eyes filled with tears and my heart felt so full to bursting with love for this man of mine.
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* * * Part 2: Approval * * *​

Giving us only a brief moment to savor our union, the priestess stepped forward and gently pressed her left hand to John's chest. As he eased back away from me, his cock slowly withdrawing from my dripping snatch, she reached down between us and collected some of our cream with her right hand.

I knew this was the plan, but I still hated for the moment to end. I took a deep breath and let the happiness of the moment satisfy my craving to hold onto John for a few minutes until I fell asleep. That was not the plan, of course, but in that moment that was all I wanted to do.

John stepped back a couple of steps from me as I looked at the priestess. I didn't move. I knew what was coming next and I needed the small respite this moment gave me to prepare.

She held up her right hand, some of John's white semen mixed with my clear juices covering her palm, and announced, "Now that you have confirmed your commitment to each other in word and deed, it is time to confirm the support of your friends.

"Before there is an exchange of rings, and in lieu of asking for objections, I will be asking for the approval of the wedding party, as well as confirmation that you both will be able to continue to handle the dynamics of your open relationship.

"Will the Best Man please escort the bride to the evaluation room?"

High on the wall behind the priestess, centered above the alter for the audience, a screen lit up from a projector at the back of the room. On the screen was a large bed in a small room, that I knew was the evaluation room. I would be front and center on that screen in less than a minute. The sheer exhibitionism of this entire thing was making my head swim with excitement.

Chris stepped around John and came to me. He looked so handsome in the tux, with his long hard cock swaying left and right from the hole in his trousers. Heather had been keeping it hard while he watched me fuck John. He reached towards me and took my hand.

As I let Chris help me off the chair, I found myself becoming both delighted and a little apprehensive to move on to this part of the ceremony. I had planned this from the very start but in that moment I hesitated. I looked at John, hoping to reassure myself that this wild wedding of mine was not going to become a disaster.

John gave me a quick nod and a smile. He knew what was coming and that nod did reassure me. He wasn't stupid, he knew what was about to happen. I knew he would have put a stop to the whole thing in that moment if he was not okay with any of it.

Angela went to John and took his hand. After I glanced down at my feet to step down and looked back up once my feet were on the floor, she was leading him away, his once-hard cock flaccid in the wet hole of his slacks as he turned.

She led him to a chair behind where the priestess has stood. From there he would have an unobstructed view of the screen. Angela, my sister and Maid of Honor, would help John with what was to happen next. She would get him hard again and help him enjoy everything. He had been denied for a while, so, despite him filling me with his cum, I knew he would be hard again soon.

I frowned with worry as he walked off with Angela but shook it off quickly. This was supposed to be fun, not damaging. I had some concerns but trusted my sister to help.

As for the evaluation room, that was my idea. My original idea had been a little different where we would not sit and watch each other. However, the priestess had insisted we do it this way. She said she wouldn't perform the ceremony if we didn't. John and I had discussed it at length and felt it was too late to get another priestess over something that was a minor change.

In fact, allowing Angela to be there with John was the only concession I could get from the priestess. John was not a cuckold and if he had to sit there and watch alone; well, I didn't want to think about what he would do. So, having Angela with him should help mitigate any bad feelings that might crop up. At least, that was the original idea.

So, really, I was just hoping this whole thing didn't blow up in my face. Dreaming about my wild wedding and actually doing it was turning into two different things. I started wishing I had done things a little differently. The risk, suddenly, seemed higher than necessary.

After Chris led me to the door on the bride's side of the room and I went inside, I turned around and watched as the men filed in. The room held a large king-sized bed, several chairs, a makeup table, a pair of armoires, beautiful paintings on the white walls, thick brown carpet, and, most importantly, a video camera in the corner. Three strong virile men in modified tuxedos and a fourth wearing only a cock sock followed me in. They closed the door behind them and took off their jackets.

Crossing the threshold into the room put me in a new frame of mind. The ceremony was pushed to the back and this new aspect was brought to the fore. So, despite my earlier trepidation, I started to get excited. Even though I had been a call girl in my early life, later attended sex clubs, and had just purchased one, I had never been surrounded by so many men without other women nearby. This was the first time in my life I had been alone in a bedroom with four men. Two? Sure. But four? Never.

Stewart asked the other guys, "So, we're evaluating Robin? What does that mean?"

I winced. He had not been briefed. I had explained everything to both wedding parties and Heather, but I had forgotten about Stewart. I said, "You need to approve of me for John to marry."

"So, we're supposed to... What? Fuck you? You just married John!" he said, surprised.

I nodded and said, "This is part of the ceremony. John, and everyone, is watching all of this," I said, with a wave towards the camera. "He's well aware of what's happening and if he had a problem with it, he'd be busting in here right now."

Everyone chuckled at that, knowing it was true. My man would storm in here, throw me over his shoulder, and storm right out if he needed to. We had discussed this a lot and, though him watching is something the priestess demanded, the overall theme was one he had agreed to and one that we had discussed for a while.

Stewart glanced at the camera and then back to me. He asked, "Okay, so, um, we're like, what? Like running a train on you? And then we grade you?"

I laughed and shook my head. "You guys decide on the structure. You guys do whatever you want to do and there's no grading required... just pass/fail."

He smiled and looked at the other guys. "Okay, so, we can do whatever we want?"

I nodded. "Within reason. You guys are in charge."

Chris laughed and interjected, "Since when?"

I smiled at him a genuine smile and said, "Since today." I looked at everyone and said, "I know I'm pretty dominant and you guys normally follow my lead, but, today, you are evaluating me. So, you get to do whatever you want to me, or tell me to do whatever you want me to do."

Stewart tilted his head and asked, "Okay, but we already think you're awesome."

Alex stepped up and said, "Of course we do, but we still need to put her through her paces." With that he sank his hand into my mass of orange hair, below and behind my veil, turned my head toward him, and kissed me.

I kissed him back savoring his strength and his scent. I loved John but I also cared a lot about these men and, I knew, they cared about me, too. Still, given what I had just told them, I knew they were probably about to get a little rough with me. My pussy creamed with anticipation while, at the back of my mind, I knew John trusted them not to hurt me.
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