I was floating peacefully in a calm blue ocean, carried away by waves—the radiant pink sky over my head. I was calm, utterly at peace. There was nothing before me and nothing about me. There was barely any me, but I could feel the soft edges of myself centered in my mind.

Where’s Amanda?

I began sinking, flailing my arms, trying to tread water. I was weighted, my legs locked and seized, and I started drowning, inhaling the crystal-clear water that surrounded me.

My eyes snapped open and I took a heaving breath.

Oh good. I’m not dying.

“Babe?” I whispered as my eyes adjusted to the sunlight peering through the hospital window.

I felt beside me, only palming the soaked covers and sheets underneath.

Right. Amanda flooded this thing. Where is she?

I turned my head as my endocrine system dumped adrenaline and cortisol into my blood faster than Amanda had squirted into the mattress the previous night. She wasn’t beside me. I heard paper crumpling and sat up to find a folded note.

‘Good morning, Darling.

I’m sorry I left, but I do retain some traditionality, in that you cannot see me today until I walk down the aisle. I love you. Alexis will clean the room, don’t worry about it. You need to go to the suitmaker and don’t forget to write your vows. They don’t need to be perfect, don’t stress about it too much. Kiya is going to take you where you need to go, then after you get your suit, Pat will bring you to the venue.

Everything is planned. Everything will be okay. I love you.

-Amanda’

I breathed a massive sigh of relief.

Today is the day.

I yawned heavily and flung the covers off. The sheets had a massive oval spot, wet from Amanda’s divine nectar. I grinned to myself and got out of bed. As I grabbed shorts from the floor and pulled them up, a short knock sounded at the door. It opened and Alexis and Kiya entered. They looked around and took stock of the hospital room. “God damn.” Alexis remarked, seeing Amanda’s spot and immediately inspecting it.

Kiya giggled and took my hand.

“Get dressed, we need to get a move on.” She told me.

I nodded and went to the bathroom to wash my face. I returned and threw on a shirt that Kiya handed me as she collected my clothes in a bag.

“I have your phone here. You ready?” She asked.

I nodded, and only then noticed what Alexis was doing.

She was face-first in the puddle of squirt, huffing it feverishly with her hand between her legs, moaning.

“Good lord. She really loves cum, doesn’t she?” I retorted.

“Yeah, she does.” Kiya grinned.

“Alright, let’s go!”

I followed Kiya out of the room, and she led me to the hospital discharge desk. There I spoke with a jaded older woman who had me sign a stack of paperwork. Kiya assured me that Amanda would take care of all the expenses, relieving me greatly. The nurse guided me through the discharge paperwork unenthusiastically.

I looked everything over as we walked out to Kiya’s car.

“This is so confusing. Is it just telling me not to be a dumbass?” I said, rifling through the papers.

“Basically.” Kiya cackled in response and began opening a car door. She was driving Amanda’s SUV.

“Oh shit!” I said, taken aback as I hadn’t been paying attention.

“Well? Get in!” She replied.

I hopped in the passenger seat, she turned the key, and the engine roared to life. She peeled out of the hospital parking lot, flipping off the building while giggling. I held on for dear life as Kiya raced through the streets, fully utilizing the Cadillac’s big motor and responsive supercharger. She tested the suspension with her turns, and I wanted to tell her to chill out, but she was locked in and having fun. I grinned, knowing I would probably be doing the same exact thing if I was driving.

We pulled up to Miranda’s salon. I hopped out quickly and found her waiting for me at the desk.

“Oh, it’s so good to see you. C’mere, sweetie.” She pulled me in for a deep, lingering hug.

“I have to cut your hair quickly and get ready myself.” She said urgently and squeezed my ass as she let go.

I nodded, then followed her to her chair.

She was done with my hair in less than ten minutes.

God damn, she’s fuckin’ good as hell. It only took so long the other times because she was flirting with me.

I admired the cut in the mirror, then gave her a big kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you.” I said sincerely.

“Pay me back with cum.” She uttered devilishly.

I blushed brilliantly, and Kiya pulled me outside and back to the car as she waved at Miranda.

We raced through the streets once more and arrived at my old apartment. Kiya unlocked the door and as I walked inside, I saw that it was completely bare.

“Whoa.” I muttered.

“All your stuff got moved to Amanda’s house, but you can’t get ready there, cause that’s where she is.” She pointed out.

I nodded.

“Do you have a change of clothes and shower stuff?” I asked her.

She handed me a big, fancy black tote bag.

“Everything should be in there. Just a shirt and shorts, too, since we’re going to the tailor after.”

I kissed her cheek as I took the bag from her.

“Thank you. Um-” I paused, thinking.

“What?”

“Well, will you be my best, uh, woman?” I asked awkwardly.

“Yes, oh my god!” She beamed and wrapped me into a hug.

I kissed the top of her head as she squeezed me, and squeezed her back. She let go after a moment and rushed me into the bathroom.

“Get ready! I have to do my makeup.” She said.

I closed the door and got to work trimming my facial hair, shaving, and brushing my teeth. Once I was done, I turned on the shower and got in, letting the warm water fall over my body as I contemplated the following hours.

Did you just take the path of least resistance, going along with Amanda this whole time, being her sub?

I washed my freshly cut hair.

No. Being submissive takes courage. You’ve taken the path of positive reinforcement.

I washed my face and rinsed off before putting in conditioner.

What’s wrong with that? Is it weird because it’s not ‘traditional masculinity’?

I began carefully trimming my groin. If I were correct, Amanda and I would likely be fucking in the bathroom of the venue shortly after saying ‘I Do’.

Fuck that nonsense. I took a goddamn bullet for my woman. If that’s not masculine, I don’t know what is.

I finished trimming, then washed my body deliberately.

Keep working hard, not for yourself as an individual, but for your marriage as a whole, and for Amanda.

I rinsed thoroughly, then turned off the shower and wiped the water off of my body.

Amanda is your hope, your everything.

I opened the shower curtain and realized that I didn’t have a towel.

“Hey, Kiya!” I yelled.

“Did you fall again?” She yelled back.

“No!” I laughed. “I don’t have a towel!”

“Oh shit.” She said.

“I’ll be right back, there’s one in the car!” She yelled and left the apartment.

A few minutes later, she opened the front door again, then entered the bathroom with a towel in her hand. She froze, mouth open and wanting when she saw me dripping water, my cock dangling wet between my legs.

“We don’t have time.” I reminded her.

She closed her mouth and handed me the towel.

“Ugh. Right.”

I dried myself off and stepped out.

“Your makeup looks fantastic.” I praised her.

She beamed at me. “Thank you.”

I got dressed, if you could say that, in a t-shirt and athletic shorts. We collected everything and then made our way back to the car, taking off again, and on to the next destination. When we got to the Ray tailor shop, Kiya dropped me off.

“I have to go get ready with Amanda. Pat is going to bring you to the venue.” Kiya blew me a kiss.

“Okay. Drive safe.” I told her. “And thank you. For everything.”

“You’re welcome.” She smiled, then drove away as I walked inside the shop.

“It’s about that time.” Pat said when I entered.

“Hey!” I smiled at her.

Pat was in a razor-sharp maroon suit with black crocodile boots.

“You ready?” She asked.

“Not even. I don’t have my vows written down yet, I haven’t had the time.” I confessed.

She shrugged. “You’ll have some time here in a second when I make the last-minute adjustments.”

I nodded, and she took me to the pedestal in the back of the shop that was elevated and surrounded by mirrors.

She handed me the pants, crisp white dress shirt, and coat in order and I put them all on. I stared at all the angles of myself, lined in a luxurious black patterned fabric, while she circled around me, pulling different areas taut and making mental notes.

Soon, she had me undress once more, and she took all the articles of clothing away to the back of the store.

I sat in my underwear on the provided plush bench, and typed on my phone how I felt about Amanda.

Pat gave me twenty minutes of grace to get my thoughts in order and written down before she returned with the suit.

This time, when I put it on, it felt like a second layer of skin. My ass looked amazing, my thighs looked to burst the seams, my waist was thin yet manly, and my chest and shoulders were broad and becoming.

I had never seen myself look so alluring.

“You’re a wizard, Pat.” I whispered.

“I know.” She said haughtily.

I laughed. She gave me dress socks and shiny black ostrich leather shoes, and I sat back down on the bench to put them on. My look was complete with a sharp black tie that rested against the pearlescent white dress shirt against my chest. Pat circled around me once more, making minor adjustments, before having me collect my phone and clothes.

“Alright.” She eyed me proudly. “Let’s go.”

I followed Pat outside where a dark grey Lexus sedan was parked. It was a fancy vehicle, and it only felt right getting into the passenger side all suited and booted.

As we drove through the city streets, my anxiety steadily increased. I couldn’t figure out why I was anxious, I just was. My leg bounced uncontrollably, making its own rhythm as I looked out the window of the car. Pat noticed right away.

“You good?” She asked, concerned.

“Yeah, I mean-“ I sighed heavily and looked down.

“What the fuck is wrong with me. This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me, but I’m freaking the fuck out.” I confessed.

She nodded.

“I was the same way on my wedding day. You’re not a bad person for being anxious.”

“I feel like I am. I feel guilty.” I whispered.

“Good.” She stated plainly.

I burst out laughing. “What? Good!?”

She cracked a smile.

“Yeah, man. I’d be worried if you weren’t freaking out. You should be bouncing off the walls.”

I exhaled shakily, trying and failing to calm myself down.

“Just ride it out, brother. We’re almost there.”

I nodded and resumed my leg bouncing.

Pat pulled up to the marvelous restaurant where Amanda, Kiya and I had our first date, and where Pat and I first met.

“Oh.” I whispered.

“Here’s your stop. I’ll see you inside.” She patted me on the shoulder and unlocked the car.

I unbuckled, thanked her, and stepped out of the car. I walked up to the marbled front entrance, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

Gordon was the first to greet me. He was wearing a baby blue suit and fine brown leather shoes.

“Hey, bud.” He said with a brilliant smile.

It warmed my heart to see him so happy.

“Hey.” I said breathlessly.

“Take a look around!” He chortled.

The tables of the restaurant had been rearranged so that a small row of chairs forming an aisle was presented. At the end of the aisle was a large, wrought iron arch that was adorned with ethereally white roses. I stood and stared at it, mouth agape.

“Not too bad for a last-minute put together, eh?” He remarked.

“No . .” I shook my head. “Not bad at all.”

Beth approached me from the side.

“Hello, darling. You look-“ She eyed me up and down.

“Absolutely ravishing.” She bit her lip and smiled seductively.

I blushed and smiled.

“Thank you.”

She held out a can.

“Want a beer?” She offered.

“I don’t really drink beer-“ I shrugged.

“But yeah. I think I need it.” I took the can, opened it, and began chugging.

The fizzy carbonation and bitter taste were a welcome distraction from my pre-wedding panic. It took me a few minutes to choke it down, as I was not practiced in the art of shotgunning beers. Beth giggled as I finally slurped the rest of it.

“Go to the bathroom, dear. Freshen up, we’ll get underway soon.”

I nodded and gave her the empty can.

I paced to the bathroom and washed my face in the sink with cold water. After I dried it with a plush towel, I pulled out my phone and stared at my vows. I had been in the bathroom for too long because Kiya had entered to check on me. I set my phone down on the counter when she walked in.

“Are you okay?” She asked softly.

I shook my head and put it in my hands, propping my elbows on the sink.

“What if I’m a bad husband.”

Oh fuck, here it comes.

Tears formed in my eyes.

“What if I’m a bad fath-“ My voice broke.

Kiya sprinted to my side, wrapped both arms around my torso, and hugged me tighter than I thought physically possible. She squeezed the breath right out of me.

“Mark-” She started.

She loosened her hold and looked at me with piercing eyes full of love, concern, and admonishment.

“How fucking dare you even suggest you would be a bad father or husband.”

“But, I don’t-“ I stuttered.

“I’m scared. I’m scared of fucking up.”

She shook her head.

“It doesn’t matter how many mistakes you make. We’re all here, together. If I’m the princess, and Amanda is the Queen-”

Her eyes were pooled with devotion.

“Then, you’re the King. Right?”

I swallowed.

Courage isn’t a lack of fear.

I nodded. “Yes.”

She smiled warmly.

“Then, let’s go. We’re waiting on you, now.”

“Wait!” Kiya stopped.

“I almost forgot.” She fished something out of her pocket.

It was a small black wedding band in the shape of a tiara. I realized it would lock and fit Amanda’s engagement ring crown perfectly.

“It came complementary with the ring.” She explained.

I nodded and slipped it into my breast pocket just above my heart.

Kiya led me out of the bathroom. We exited at the front of the restaurant, and she hooked her arm into mine as we walked up the aisle. The few chairs were full, and I saw Pat, Beth, Sheena, Lin, Mindy, Alexis, Dr. Naidu, along with a few others I didn’t recognize.

Under the alter stood Cecil Ray, apparently an officiant as well as a tailor. Miranda stood beside him dutifully as Amanda’s maid of honor, and a small black cart with wheels sat next to her.

I swallowed and smiled as Kiya and I strode towards them. I stepped opposite Miranda and gave her a weak smile. She beamed back at me.

Kiya took her place by my side, and I gave a short nod to Cecil, who smiled the way content old men do.

We waited but a moment and the classic wedding song played from the restaurant speakers, but it was accentuated with a tasteful heavy metal guitar—Amanda’s doing no doubt.

Suddenly, the front entrance of the restaurant opened, and light flooded in around Amanda. She stepped through the threshold and walked gracefully inside, adorned in a sheer, crystalline white dress that fit her form elegantly. She was holding onto Gordon’s arm with one hand, and holding a bouquet of white roses in the other as they strode up the aisle toward me.

My vision blurred as my eyes focused on her, her image distorted with my tears. My knees buckled, and as Gordon gave her a kiss on the cheek and left her beside me under the alter, I fell to my knees before her glory.

“Mark-“ She whispered, removing her veil and displaying the face of God herself.

I couldn’t speak. I was captivated, entranced, and literally floored by her presence and beauty.

Her eyes welled with tears.

“Mark!”

“Y- yes?”

“Are you okay?”

“M- my legs d- don’t work.”

She giggled, her laugh an ancient church bell ringing with fate and majesty.

Amanda held out her hand, and Cecil took it, stabilizing her as she dropped to her knees with me.

“It’s okay. We’ll just do it down here.” She said sweetly.

I nodded.

Cecil, standing above us, spoke.

“We are gathered here today to join these two in matrimony. Does anyone object as to why this couple should not be wed?” He asked our audience.

There was a heavy pause as everyone held their breath.

It would be hilarious if Amanda’s ex husband showed up. Although, it’s likely that multiple people here would end his life.

“I shall now perform the requested unity ritual.” Cecil continued after there were no objections.

Cecil turned around and pulled a massive, Damascus steel sword from behind the podium.

“What the-“ I gasped. “You have a sword?”

Amanda giggled.

“Yes.”

“That’s so badass.”

Cecil stepped between the two of us and stabbed the blade point down into the floor gently. He nodded at Amanda.

She took her left hand and dragged her index finger down the blade, wincing as it sliced her flesh. A thin trickle of blood collected on the edge of the blade and she pulled her finger away, then nodded at me. I mimicked her motion, starting my left index finger at the top of the blade and dragging it down, the sharp twinge of the razor edge cutting my skin effortlessly. I pulled my finger away after I had sliced it open.

Cecil removed the sword and put it back behind the pedestal. Amanda raised her hand to me, and I raised mine back, envisioning myself as Adam and Amanda as God in The Creation of Adam.

Our bloody fingers touched and we held them together, suspended in air for several seconds, before letting them drop.

Cecil handed each of us a pure white handkerchief and we wrapped them tight around our fingers.

Cecil gestured to Amanda.

“You may say your vows.”

She looked to Miranda, who pulled a small black card from her deep cleavage and handed it to Amanda. She took the card and began reading in a shaky voice.

“I am spoiled-” She started in a whisper, slowly getting louder.

“By your presence. I have found that I can no longer abstain from you. There is no life in which I could possibly lead without you. You must be with me.”

“I am selfish.” She began crying, speaking through her sobs.

“I cannot be without you, for if you leave, I will leave with you. If you die, I will die with you. But, but-“ She cleared her throat, gingerly wiped her eyes with the handkerchief to not ruin her fabulous makeup, and continued in a low voice.

“While you live, I will live with you, and love you forevermore.” She spoke, her eyes penetrating my soul as she did.

I was already tearing up, and it took everything of me not to cry.

Cecil cleared his throat then gestured to me.

“You may say your vows.”

I nodded, then padded my pocket where my phone was.

“Oh fuck.” It was missing.

“M- my vows are on my phone, I- I left it on the bathroom counter.” I stuttered.

I looked down, embarrassed, and Amanda giggled.

At least I provided some levity.

Kiya without hesitation hiked up her dress and full-on sprinted, in heels, to the bathroom. After a minute she sprinted back holding my phone in her outstretched hand, ever proudly the athlete.

I took it from her, unlocked it, then began reading. I did my best to keep my voice steady and failed.

“I- I a- am ashamed-” I paused and looked up to her face.

Amanda frowned slightly.

I glanced back to my notes.

God, you’re bad at this.

“I- it took me too long to realize that you are all I’ve ever wanted. I- I’m ashamed that I- I didn’t realize that fact the first time we met. I’m furious with myself that I didn’t fall at your feet to worship you from the very first day I was graced with your dignity. I will spend the rest of my life making up for that mistake.”

I looked back up to Amanda, and she was smiling.

Better.

I kept reading.

“I need you. I need you more than I need oxygen. I need your touch more than I need water; I need your taste more than I need food.”

Amanda and I both blinked back tears as I said the final line of my vows.

“I love you more than life itself, and only with you am I alive.” My voice broke with the last word.

Silence penetrated the room, yet I could hear every single person holding themselves back from tears.

Cecil cleared his throat.

“Amanda Jones, do you take this man, Mark Sampson, to own and to control, to be your lawfully wedded husband, as long as you may live?”

“Yes.” Amanda squeaked adorably.

“Mark Sampson, do you receive this woman, Amanda Jones, to submit and to serve, to be your lawfully wedded wife, as long as you may live?”

“Yes.” I croaked.

“You may now exchange rings.”

Amanda held out her hand, and I took it delicately. Our fingers exchanged a jolt of static electricity, and we both jumped at our tension. I took her finger, pulled out the wedding band, and slid it to its pair. It locked into place with the large, black crown already on her finger, and was a sight to behold.

I let her hand go, and she nodded to Miranda. She pulled the cart beside her over to me, and someone in the audience slid her a chair. She sat down, and I put my left hand in her lap. She cleaned off my finger with alcohol, shaved it, cleaned it again, then pressed a piece of paper over it.

She removed the paper and it left a purple outline of the letter ‘A’.

“Is that good?” She asked.

“That’s perfect.”

She nodded, then quickly set up her tattoo gun and the ink. She showed me a sealed needle package, then inserted it into the gun and began tattooing my finger.

It took only ten minutes and didn’t hurt terribly bad, but was very sore afterward. Once she was done, she cleaned it off a third time, and I raised it to show Amanda.

She beamed at me in response.

I grinned and nodded at Miranda, who dried it off and put a sticky piece of film over it for protection.

I nodded at Cecil and outstretched my hands to Amanda. She rested her hands, clutching the bouquet in them.

“You may now kiss the groom.”

Amanda tossed the bouquet behind her, snatched my face, and yanked me into her kiss. I lost my balance and fell on top of her, but neither of us cared.

We violently devoured each other, hungry for the other’s soul.

After a few minutes we cooled off and I rolled off, laying flat on my back beside her. I sat up then helped her to stand. She pulled my hand up, helping me to my feet, and we walked down the aisle arm in arm. As we did, the song that we sang in the kitchen so long ago played over the speakers.

‘It’s that chemical cut that I can get down with

Up like the moon and out like the hounds

A dangerous disposition somehow

Refracted in light

Reflected in sound’

All of our friends cheered, resounding echoes through the exposed beam ceiling.

‘I’m coiled up like the venomous serpent

Tangled in your trance and I’m certain

You have got your hooks in me’

She looked up at me, and I looked down at her. My everything.

‘I know, I know, the way that it goes

You get what you give, you reap what you sow

And I can see you in my fate-‘

I opened the restaurant door for her, and we stepped out.

The sunlight was fading, a perfect sunset for our intertwined souls. My tears would not stop flowing. I took her hands and brushed them against my face.

“Now what?” I asked softly.

“Now we go back inside and dance. Here, smile for the photographer.”

I held her and did my best to smile, but I knew I was ugly crying and it wouldn’t come out well in the photo. I didn’t care. I had my Amanda. I wrapped my trembling arm around her waist and posed. After the photographer snapped pictures, I turned to her, my heart overflowing.

“And then?”

“Then our honeymoon.” She smiled.

“And after that?”

“We live the rest of our lives together.”

I grinned.

“Okay, good, I thought you were gonna drop me off at the bus stop or something.” I said stupidly.

Amanda snorted and covered her mouth as she laughed.

I stared at her in shock.

“Did you just snort?!”

“Yes!” She kept giggling.

“That is truly the sexiest thing you’ve ever done.” I said in amazed wonder.

Her perfect brown eyes studied me, amused.

“So, uh-“ I looked around.

“Wanna go bang in the bathroom?”

She gave me a devious smile.

“As much as I would like to say yes, I have something else planned.” She assured me.

I looked at her. Even though I desperately yearned for her in the basest, most carnal fashion, I trusted her and her plan.

“Let’s go dance, Mommy.” I held out my arm and she took it lovingly.

“Good boy.”

I opened the door for her once more, and we walked inside to find our guests moving the chairs to make a dance floor.

I took Amanda’s hand, gave her a twirl, and pulled her close to whisper in her ear.

“I cannot dance.”

She grinned.

“Neither can I.”

“Perfect.”

A gorgeous song played that complimented electric guitar and violins, and we took to the floor for our first dance.

‘Do we make sense? I think we do

In spite of everything that we’ve been through

Oh, when you say black, and I say white

It’s not about who’s wrong

As long as it feels right’

We danced slowly, only lightly stepping on each other’s feet, our heads resting on the other's shoulders.

‘Don’t think those stars won’t align’

“I was going to propose if you didn’t.” She whispered.

“Really?” I whispered back.

She nodded into me, and I felt tears wet my neck.

‘Under your scars, I pray

You’re like a shooting star in the rain

You’re everything that feels like home to me, yeah

Under your scars, I could live inside you time after time

If you’d only let me live inside of mine

Live inside of mine’

I let myself truly cry into her, releasing everything of myself into the two of us as we danced. We were lost together, twirling and swirling in the cloudy, catatonic cacophony of love between us. It was a timeless moment, when we glimpsed the entirety of our existence together, the sadness and euphoria kaleidoscoping the future in which we were destined for. The salt stung our lips, the primitive mineral evoking our foregone memory of being risen from the earth, only to fall back into the dirt after our embrace with death.

Together.

The song ended, and I handed her the pocket square that came with my suit.

“Such a gentleman.” She wailed.

She batted her eyes with it carefully.

“Thank god for waterproof makeup.” She laughed and handed it back to me.

“Quickly!” Amanda ordered loudly, getting everyone’s attention. “Bouquet toss.”

All the girls lined up across the dance floor opposite Amanda. She turned around, and then threw it in the air. Lin and Alexis fought to catch the airborne flowers, but surprisingly, Dr. Naidu caught them deftly. She threw a curious look at the tiny girl Mindy, who blushed feverishly.

They must have something going on.

“What?” The doctor shrugged, defensive. “I need my own, uh, Mark.”

The girls hooped and hollered and Amanda giggled, pulling on my arm.

“C’mon. Let’s sit down and get a drink.”

We walked over to the bar and sat down. The bartender handed us both beers and we simultaneously took a big sip.

“You okay?” She asked, putting down the beer.

I nodded.

“Yeah. I dreamed I was drowning in your squirt last night.”

She had started taking another sip of beer and snorted into it.

I laughed and handed her my pocket square again.

“I’m sorry, did you get any on your dress?” I asked.

She put her hand on my arm tenderly and smiled after cleaning her face.

“I’m fine baby. Was it really messy in the morning?”

“Yeah. Alexis came in, shoved her face in it, and huffed it like spray paint, too.”

“No she didn’t.”

I gave her a look.

“I’m not even kidding.”

“Oh wow.” Amanda gazed at the dance floor, at all of our friends enjoying themselves.

Amanda reached for her purse.

“Turn around.”

I swiveled in the barstool facing away from her. She draped a medium length, thick-linked black metal chain around my neck and clasped it.

“This is your collar.”

I immediately got hard.

“Thank you, Mommy.”

I swiveled back around, and she was biting her lip looking at it.

“You are-“ She sighed deeply. “So welcome, baby.”

I grinned.

“Does it make you wet, seeing me with it on?” I asked cheekily.

She raised an eyebrow and looked me up and down.

“I’ve been wet this whole time, darling.”

She grabbed my hand, scrunched up her dress, and slid my hand under it. She guided me between her legs, and I slid my fingers against panties that had a string of spheres separating her dripping wet pussy lips.

“Oh fuck.” I whispered.

She smiled sly as a fox.

“It is . . Very difficult for me not to take you up on your offer.”

She let my hand go and I withdrew it from her dress, slipping my fingers into my mouth.

Her eyes flashed with fire.

“Naughty, naughty boy.” She whispered, her voice shaking.

“Canna please have some more, ma’am?” I asked in a terribly insulting British accent.

She snorted again, and I knew it was true love.

I grinned, then took her hand and kissed it.

“I love you.”

“I love you too. More than anything ever.”

Beth sauntered over to us, smiled at me, then bent down to whisper in her daughter’s ear. She stood straight, congratulated us with a deep bow, then left back to the dance floor.

“What did she say?” I asked nervously.

Amanda rolled her eyes.

“That if I hurt you, she’s going to swoop in like an eagle and snatch you up.”

“Oh.” I blushed.

Good lord.

We finished our beers, then headed back to the dance floor.

The night passed quickly as we danced and conversed with everyone. I was introduced to a few members of Amanda’s extended family who left after a while along with Beth. Gordon said his goodbyes as well, taking his wife with him. Pat and her wife left as well, causing Sheena’s dissatisfaction.

Sheena has danced with them all night, they definitely have something going on.

Soon, we were left with only our ‘close’ friends.

Amanda whispered to Miranda, who quickly retrieved a chair and set it down next to the bride. She sat and lounged on it like the queen she was. She waited, and one by one the girls around us noticed and stopped talking, then made a semi-circle around us.

“Husband.” Her voice rang through the silent air.

“My garter is still on.” She beckoned me to her with her finger.

I dropped to my knees where I stood, falling to the floor and crawling on all fours towards her. I stopped before her, then lifted her dress over my head. She hummed approvingly and spread her legs.

I wrapped my hands over the top of her thighs, gazing at her lap. She was wearing a tiny white, crotchless thong, complete with a length of strung pearls that rested on her clit and between her sopping wet pussy.

I dove face first, feasting on her cornucopia. I slid my tongue against the pearls and they slipped and slid against her clit.

“Yes- fuck- Mark- yessss-“ Amanda groaned above me.

She tasted delicious, like food to a starved man, and I was starving.

“Fuck- Fuck!” She shouted.

Her water began trickling down my tongue and throat.

“Drink it. Drink my squirt like the good boy you are.” She grunted.

Her thighs squeezed my head, and she flooded my mouth. I was waterboarded with her cum, and I desperately gulped it down, drinking her juice.

“Yes- Yes! Oh fuck yes! Ohhhhh Marrrkkkk-“ She screamed, her climax flowing like a river.

Her thighs released my head, and I felt her garter on my face when I pulled away. I turned my head, mouth still gaping, grabbed it with my teeth and slid it down her creamy leg. I pulled it to her ankle, then maneuvered it off her heeled foot, and lifted her dress off of my head.

I sat on my knees at her feet, and she snatched the garter from my mouth with a ferocious smile. She bent over and grabbed my face, pulling it to hers, and she licked her cum off of it.

I moaned uncontrollably. I had already been in heaven, and now I was ascending through the nine spheres of it.

“Do you know what a Bedding Ceremony is?” She whispered.

I opened my eyes and gazed into hers, and I was met with a feral sight. She was consumed with lust for me and I waited with bated breath to see what else she wanted to consume.

“Traditionally-“ She stood from the chair and extended her hand to my face.

I took her hand and kissed it, then she pulled me to my feet. I stood on shaky legs and she spun me, then pushed me back into the chair. I sat down heavily and she bent over. With ferocious desperation, she unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned and zipped down my suit pants, then freed my raging hard cock in view of everyone. The girls around us whispered in appreciation.

“Traditionally, the roles are reversed.” She grinned wickedly.

She stood straight, her face proud and haughty as she stared at my cock, which pulsed tiny droplets of precum down its length.

“The husband takes the wife in front of witnesses. But today-” She pulled at a piece of lace and revealed a zipper that ran around the dress horizontally.

Miranda helped her with it and methodically unzipped the entire wedding dress runner. Amanda stepped out of it, her pure white dress now only coming to her knees. She hiked it up, then straddled me on the chair.

“Today, I take my Husband.” She growled gleefully.

She reached between us, grabbed my cock, aimed it at herself, and impaled herself down onto me.

The universe aligned with us at the center of its black hole as she sat on my marbled, dripping cock. She draped her hands around my neck and kissed me intensely, delving her tongue deeper into my mouth than I was into her pussy. I bucked upwards, my hips meeting her in frantic bursts as she ground into me back and forth. She shuddered and pulsed as she quickly reached a climax, her squirt gracing my lap this time, soaking through my suit pants.

I began grunting into her mouth, moaning with abandon. I broke from her kiss, taking a shaky breath.

“I’m gonna- I have to- Oh fuck-” I whimpered.

Our guests surrounded the chair we were testing the structural integrity of, and began chanting.

“Cum! Cum! Cum!”

I looked at them, then at Amanda, who had a look of absolute triumph and pride.

“Be a good boy and cum for Mommy already.” She said evocatively breathless.

I released myself and exploded inside of her. She clenched her walls around me, milking the cum that deluged from my cock as she groaned in appreciation, her own massive orgasm then wracked through her body, forcing her to yelp as we came together.

“Thank you Mommy, thank you- oh fuuuuucckk-” I bellowed as her trembling body stimulated my already sensitive cock.

My head collapsed between her breasts, and I rested there, breathing heavily into her soul.

“I love you. I love you so much.” I wept.

She rested her head on top of mine, and I felt tears fall into my hair.

“I- I- I love you too, baby. More than anything.” She said with gasping breaths.

We were one, in front of all our friends and lovers, finally and eternally.

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