My Cuckold Wedding
My wedding day was quite unlike anything you could ever possibly imagine. I met my now wife, Abby, around nine years ago. We’d instantly hit it off, having already connected over our college degrees. It took me a few weeks to build up the courage to ask her out, but when I did, I was glad she had said yes. Abby was my first and only serious relationship. I’d tried casually dating some other women in college, but the sexual chemistry was not there, at least not for them.
After around seven weeks of dating, I finally brought Abby back to my dorm room. A bit tipsy, I fumbled about with her dress before she quickly knelt before me, eager to suck my dick. Of course, she let out a shrill, uncontrollable laugh when she pulled my pants down.
“Oh my fucking god!” She’d exclaimed. “Is that even three inches?”
Of course, I’d embarrassingly had to explain that my penis was only 2.7 inches long when fully erect.
“Wow! Well, you might as well lick me to orgasm first, and then we can sort you out,” she said, taking control of the awkward situation.
I ended up licking her to two powerful orgasms that night, and she’d been fairly impressed with my oral skills. When I finally slid my dick into her pussy, I only lasted a few minutes before my little pecker spurted my thin, watery load into the XS condom. She claimed I’d done a good job, but I think she felt bad for me.
We had sex a few more times over the next few weeks, but I could tell that Abby would never be satisfied with my oral sex ability alone. She teasingly joked that so many hung guys were on campus and playfully teased about how she’d drawn the ‘short straw.’ I blurted out that she should sleep with them. We quickly discussed our boundaries, and within a week, she’d been fucked by two college football team players. It turned me on, thinking of her being pounded by those alpha cocks while I resigned myself to jerking off in my dorm room.
By graduation, Abby had been sleeping with every single member of the football team regularly. She even boasted that a couple of the leading players had double-penetrated her. So naturally, she was disappointed when we moved away for work. We both got jobs in Ohio, working at different firms. Our sex life was still fairly tame, mainly handjobs and oral play. One night, Abby randomly asked if I’d ever heard of chastity. I, of course, had, and we again discussed if I wanted to try it. A few days later, my new cage arrived. It’s the one I’m wearing right now, as it was a perfect size; Abby knew me so well.
After that, Abby started hooking up with local singles while I stayed locked in chastity. She would release me every month or so for sex, but as our relationship continued to stand the test of time, the same could not be said for Abby’s eagerness to unlock me. For the last two and a half years, Abby and I have not had penetrative sex. She has slept exclusively with four bulls that she found through various dating apps and friends of friends. Our sex life now consists of my eating her out a couple of nights every week and her giving me a handjob every few months if Abby’s feeling generous. She sleeps with her bulls a minimum of three times per week.
Two years ago, I proposed to Abby. Our love over the years had grown stronger. Our understanding of each other, both mentally, physically, and sexually had grown in leaps and bounds, and we knew it was the right decision. When I dropped to one knee to propose, it felt so right. We agreed that Abby would take control of the decisions in our relationship, a completely Female led relationship. We last looked back a while ago.
Of course, that meant that my wedding had been planned, in its entirety, by Abby. I was allowed to pick my suit with Abby’s oversight, but she had chosen everything else. I wouldn’t have had it any other way, though. I knew she knew what was best for both of us. I love her, and it felt so right.
The venue that Abby chose was a beautifully serene cottage on the coast. I arrived before her and was shown to the spare guest room where I would change. The cottage was a cute, six-bedroom property. I heard another car roll onto the gravel driveway outside; That would be Abby. I knew better than to look. It was not good luck to see the bride on her wedding day. I heard two voices laughing as my wife raced upstairs.
“Oh, of course, we have time! Come on, your little slut wants your big cock!” I heard Abby say while giggling.
“Fuck it, alright then,” the other voice replied.
I heard the door of the master bedroom slam shut before voices started giggling from the room next to me. The other voice was Michael. I’d recognized it because he was one of my wife’s four bulls. The other three were Jamal, Enzo, and Lucas. She slept with them regularly, but Michael was her favorite. I’d only been allowed to see him a handful of times, but my lord, was he built like a god.
He was six foot three tall. He had curly brown hair and hazel eyes, all held together by a strong, chiseled jawline. His body was perfection, too; Thick bulging arm muscles, great pecs, and a nice six-pack to complete his upper body. His legs were muscly too. But what impressed me the most was his dick. I am not attracted to men or their dicks, but I can appreciate a good one when I see it, and I’d be lying if I said my mouth hadn’t drooled a little when I saw it.
Well, I hadn’t seen it. I’d seen the outline through Michael’s tight boxer briefs. His dick was still soft but looked so thick through his underwear. It was at least four and a half inches soft. I’ve only ever dreamt of how big it could be, although Abby had teased that it is over eight inches long. It made sense, therefore, that my wife would want Michael at our wedding, seeing as I couldn’t please her.
“Pump a thick load into my pussy,” I heard my soon-to-be wife scream, snapping me out of my reverie.
I realized I’d been standing there for about twenty minutes, listening to my wife being drilled by her bull. I think the whole world could hear her screams of ecstasy. Michael came as the headboard finally stopped banging on the wall, and my wife’s moans of pleasure finally died.
Before getting ready, I needed to shower in the ensuite; I had leaked so much precum that if you’d seen me standing in my underwear, you’d have thought I’d pissed myself. I headed into the bathroom.
As I mentioned, our wedding completely differed from a ‘traditional’ one. As decided by Abby, I was to walk down the aisle, not her. I donned my suit and prepared to make the walk that would seal my fate. Of course, I remembered Abby’s very strict instructions and quickly unzipped my suit’s fly. I pulled my chastity cage out of the pee-hole for all to see. It was just a different symbol of our sexual love for each other. I was grateful that not many people would see this.
Abby and I tried to keep our fetishes away from our family and friends. Only a handful of people knew, and only a couple had been invited to the wedding. On Abby’s side, her sister was joining the wedding troupe. Abby’s sister, Brittany, was a professional dominatrix who was well-versed in our relationship. She was very accepting of our lifestyle choice and even encouraged Abby to be crueler to me.
I brought Charlie, one of my oldest friends, on my side. We’d known each other for many years, confiding our deepest secrets to each other. Charlie had slept with my wife a couple of times upon my asking, and he was comfortable with the arrangement that I had with Abby.
I headed out of the cottage and adjusted my chastity cage to ensure it was on display. Our wedding was on the beach, which was a challenging feat to achieve. Finding a private beach had cost us thousands upon thousands of dollars, so I was grateful that the weather had held out for us. A cooling sea breeze complemented the warm summer air.
As I made my way onto the beach, I was greeted by an exciting sight. In their seats were Charlie and Brittany, our guests. There was a small raised podium where our officiant, my soon-to-be wife, and Michael stood. Michael was dressed in a black suit similar to mine. Except his dick wasn’t hanging out of his zipper. Abby was standing next to him. She looked beautiful.
She wore a fair amount of makeup, and her hair was intricately done. But what caught my eye (and what caused my dick to scream in its cage) was what she wore. She had on a sheer wedding dress. It was practically see-through and left very little to the imagination. It was also short, like a summer dress rather than a traditional wedding dress, and when the breeze blew, her dress flew up, and I gasped as I noticed she wasn’t wearing any panties.
“You look beautiful, honey,” I said, reaching the podium.
Abby gushed at this and complimented me back. I stood before Abby and Michael, with the officiant off to one side. As rehearsed, I quickly dropped to my knees in front of them. I quickly adjusted my cage to poke out of my trousers before clasping my hands on my back.
“Ready?” the officiant asked my wife.
“Yes,” she said, smiling warmly at me.
“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the union of Abigail and Oliver. The nature of their relationship may be unique. However, their love for each other will not only bring them together today but keep them together forever,” the officiant said with an air of bravado. “As agreed, the couple will now read their vows.”
Abby nudged Michael, who fished out a page from the pocket inside his suit. He handed it to her, and she began reading.
“Oliver, as I stand before you today, I’m filled with love. From the moment we met, I knew I would be standing on this altar today, marrying you. The love and faith you have shown me over the last nine years have been nothing short of perfection. I hope to be a good wife to you. I promise to be unfaithful and sleep with many men outside our marriage. I promise to keep you teased and denied for your pleasure. And lastly, I promise to love you always,” Abby said, grinning down at me.
Her words stung. Knowing she would continue to tease and deny me, to cuckold me, was quite scary. Deep down, in the pit of my heart, I knew it was what I craved.
“And now, Oliver, have you prepared something for Abigail?” the officiant said, turning to me.
I was stunned. I hadn’t prepared anything. I looked up at Abby, who tapped her breast. It took me a moment to figure out what she was doing, but I realized she meant it was in my suit jacket. As agreed, Abby had written my vows for me. I nervously pulled out the script, unsure of what I was about to say.
“My beautiful darling Abby,” I read aloud. “As I kneel before you today, I want everyone to know that it is because I love you. It symbolizes your superiority over me that I kneel while you are standing. The cage that imprisons my penis is, again, a symbol of my love for you. I promise to encourage and support you as you continue to be unfaithful, sleeping with countless men you wish to. I promise to love you always and be your humble servant,” I said.
I thought I had finished, but one last sentence shocked me. All eyes were on me as I stuttered before finally reading the statement.
“Lastly, I promise to remain denied for you. I will remain celibate for the rest of my living days. I ask that you rid the world of the keys to my chastity cage,” I said, reading the script.
I was shocked at what I’d just said. I could easily have left it out and asked for the ceremony to be paused. And yet I’d just agreed that I would never have sex again. A wave of heat flushed over me.
“As you have decided not to wear rings due to Abby’s infidelity, it is my pleasure to pronounce you husband and wife,” the officiant exclaimed.
Cheers erupted from Charlie and Brittany, and Michael, who patted my shoulder roughly.
“You may now kiss the bride,” the officiant cheered.
I was about to stand up, taking my wife in my hands and kissing her. But of course, one stern look from her told me that that would not happen. Instead, she lifted her dress, revealing her cleanly shaved pussy to me. It had been weeks since I’d seen that pussy, and my word, was it glorious. Her soft pink lips called for my tongue. I leaned forward and kissed her pussy, gently at first, before sliding my tongue in.
I could taste Michaels’s cum inside her as soon as my tongue entered her hole. It was a salty mess, but I made sure to lap up every drop. I could hear our guests watching in awe as silence fell upon us. I licked my wife for several minutes, making sure I scooped out every drop of cum from her pussy before she finally pushed my head away gently.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the bride and groom would now like a moment alone. Please follow me back to the cottage,” the officiant said, guiding Michael, Charlie, and Brittany toward the small cottage.
After the guests returned to the cottage, Abby took my hand and led me to the waterfront. We walked along the beach, the warm waves lapping at our bare feet. We didn’t talk. We reflected on the ceremony and what we’d just vowed to do. I’d lost track of time, but after a while, we headed back to the cottage. As we approached the cottage, a small fold-up table was laid on the sand near the waterfront.
“I have a wedding surprise for you, Olli,” Abby said.
She led me to the small table, and as we got closer, I could finally make out what was on it. There was a pile of napkins, a bottle of lube, a bowl, a glass jar, and a small key. Before I could ask anything, Abby explained.
“Today will be the last orgasm you have while uncaged. In the future, you may be permitted an orgasm from anal stimulation, but this will be the last time I ever unlock your cage seeing as you begged so nicely on the altar,” Abby said, winking at me.
She picked up the key and quickly unlocked my chastity cage. Freedom. It felt amazing, and my dick could finally breathe again as she slid off the cage.
“No touching,” she shouted, swatting my eager hand away. “Now… I did want to give you a wet, sloppy blowjob, but Michael forbade it.”
The thought of that alone had caused my dick to start leaking precum. Noticing this, Abby quickly grabbed the shallow bowl and held it under my cock. My precum quickly dropped into the bowl before settling into a tiny puddle.
“Let me explain what’s going to happen. I will wank you off, making you leak as much as possible, keeping you on edge for as long as possible. When you finally orgasm, we will dispose of your chastity key for good. Understood?” Abby asked.
I nodded, confirming that I knew what was about to happen.
“Good. Hold this,” she instructed, giving me the bowl.
I held it under my penis to catch every drop of my fluids. I don’t know where Abby got it from, but she had a blindfold, and I was plunged into darkness. I heard shuffling for a few minutes before the sensation hit my penis. It was cold, but the lube quickly ran all over my penis. Abby’s hand gripped it loosely, allowing me to feel just a little pleasure.
“I’m completely naked now,” she cooed, caressing my dick.
This inevitably caused me to leak, and I caught it in the bowl, or at least I think I did. Abby began massaging my member while talking dirty in my ear. She told me all about how Michael had fucked her that morning. How his cock was so much bigger than mine. She told me how he would tear off her dress later that night and how she thought my penis was the smallest she’d ever seen.
She told me how she wanted my penis to shrink into nothing, how she wanted it never to be able to get hard again. All of this caused me to leak and leak and leak. Copious amounts of precum filled the bowl. Of course, every time my breathing intensified, Abby quickly released my cock from her grip. This went on for about thirty minutes. It was brutal. Relentless teasing paired with merciless denial. It was pleasure and pain all in one. She began the process again, applying more lube, but this time felt different. I was ready to cum.
“Okay, you have my permission to cum now,” Abby said, increasing her stroke speed.
She pumped and pumped my cock with her well-lubed hand. The slightest of touches now sent shivers down my spine. I was close, on edge.
“I’m so close, Abby,” I announced.
“Cum for me, baby,” Abby moaned in my ear.
That was enough to bring me to orgasm. Abby completely let go of my shaft the second I felt over the edge. I could only stand there and hold the bowl as I felt my cum trickle down into it. I felt no pleasure at all. It felt almost like I was pissing, except I knew it was cum. I probably came for thirty seconds before Abby finally wiped me clean with the tissues. I was still quite hard, having been left frustrated. I felt her take the bowl from my hands before she put the cage back on me.
It was cruel. I felt awful and yet so turned on at the same time. It took a few minutes for my penis to settle enough for Abby to cram the cage back on. After locking me, she told me to wait there. Still blindfolded, I stood like a statue obeying her command. She soon returned, and there was more shuffling before the light nearly blinded my eyes. She smiled at me as she took the blindfold off.
“Did you enjoy that?” she asked.
“Very much so,” I replied eagerly. “Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome, husband,” she said, giving me a peck on the lips.
I noticed that the bowl of my cum was gone, as well as the tissues and lube. All that was left was the jar. Grinning at me, Abby dropped the keys into the jar before sealing it shut.
“You can do the honors,” she said, guiding me towards the waterfront.
She handed me the jar as we reached the water. It was my last chance. If I did this, I would seal my fate; My penis would never be free again. With a deep sigh, I launched the jar into the air and watched it hit the water with a satisfying ‘plonk.’ My fate was sealed. Abby took my hand and led me back to the cottage, a small tear forming in my eye.
Back at the cottage, a lovely dinner had been laid out for the five of us. A full roast dinner with turkey (Abby’s favorite) with all the trimmings you’d expect were laid neatly on the table. Abby sat at the head of the table, of course, with Michael on one side and me on the other. I sat next to Charlie, and Michael was next to Brittany. After our heavy meal, we took a breather before slow dancing to ‘Perfect’ by Ed Sheeran. Finally, the cottage host brought out a wedding cake. It was a cute Victoria’s sponge, not too big, as only five of us.
“I love you,” Abby said as we cut the cake together.
We kissed again before sitting down to tuck into the tasty-looking cake. Just as I was about to take a bite, Abby stopped me.
“Oh, silly me,” she exclaimed. “One second.”
She raced out of the room to the kitchen. We all sat, rooted to the spot, waiting for her to return.
“I forgot your creamy icing,” she exclaimed, entering the room with an all too familiar bowl.
It was, of course, a bowl filled with my cum and precum. Charlie gasped while Michael let out a roar of laughter.
“So cruel yet so hot! Great idea, sis,” Brittany said.
Abby rounded the table before carefully pouring my juices over my wedding cake.
“Tuck in,” Abby giggled.
To most people, the cake would have been utterly ruined, but of course, I ate every bite eagerly and even scooped up my cum afterward. Abby looked pleased with my clean plate. Once everyone had eaten their non cum-covered cake, Abby gave her sister a knowing look.
“Everyone, it is time for the bride to retire for the night and consummate the marriage,” she announced.
Instinctively, I stood up as my wife did. Everyone at the table except me chuckled.
“Sit down, little man,” Michael said, standing up and slapping my wife’s ass. “She needs a good wedding fuck, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir!” My wife replied eagerly, all eyes on Michael. “You can come up too and listen through the walls, I guess.”
Michael quickly scooped my wife up in his strong, muscular arms. I followed them upstairs and watched as Michael slammed the bridal suite door in my face.
“Happy wedding day, honey,” my wife said.
Before she could say anything else, I heard the unmistakable giggles of two adults taking off each other’s clothes. Accepting my fate, I headed to my bedroom, ready for a night of torture, as I heard the headboard slam relentlessly against the wall, my dick straining in its permanent prison.
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