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I walked down the aisle, smiling as we went arm in arm with my new husband. We had been married all of ten seconds, and life was about perfect.

Everyone was smiling, watching, and commenting on how I looked in my pretty white dress.

Of course, I also heard a few comments that I shouldn't have worn white. I was known for having a bit of a reputation when I was younger. It was something I had let my now husband know about it early on in our dating. I found it was a deal-breaker for some, especially when they learned I wasn't always the faithful type. I just had a weakness for going after hard cock, and I was very good at getting it.

While some guys went running when they found out, Greg… well, he seemed to really like it. In the first few months of dating, he constantly asked me to tell him stories about my past. I started simple, and we got more and more graphic about some of the things I had done in my past, not just with the number of guys, but also the things, and sometimes the number of guys at one time.

On our sixth-month anniversary, I told him the story of when I had multiple guys during a party as he ate me out. I came loudly as he was super excited and really into eating me out. After he finished devouring my pussy, he dove in with his own cock and fucked me nice and hard.

As we lay in bed, he asked me two questions that would probably change my life forever. First, he asked me to be his wife, but also asked if I would be a hotwife for him.

I didn't know what a hotwife was, so he told me while fingering me.

"But I'm trying to turn over a new leaf."

"And you are. Now you can do it knowing I'll always be home waiting for you. Ready to reclaim you, ready to please you. But you don't have to worry about getting bored with me."

"I'd never…"

"It's okay, I know everyone does, but this will keep things exciting. You can even start now if you want."

"I'll do it, but only if you agree to my condition. I want to prove that I can be faithful to you… to me. So I won't screw anyone but you until we're married, then I can, but I get to choose who, when, and where. Deal?"

He agreed to it by mounting me once again, and putting a ring on my finger after we finished that night.

We had a long engagement, to some at least. With those requirements, he wanted to run down to the courthouse the next week, but I wanted a nice wedding. And thus, here we were.

We headed outside to get some photos on the stairs of the location before getting some photos inside. As my husband stood next to me, he leaned in, just the two of us. A cute wedding photo anyone who walked by. He leaned over and quietly reminded me, "Remember, you can be my hotwife, and we can be non-monogamous as much as you want."

"Are you sure, my dear," I said, looking up at him.

The photographer never heard a word, and just watched as the couple looked lovingly at one another like so many other couples he's photographed over the years.

"You can even pick out a guy or two tonight if you want."

We went into the reception area. Lots of guys wanted to dance with me, and my husband gave me a knowing look. Occasionally I'd give him a wink as we danced and ate and drank the afternoon away.

We had the traditional going-away with people throwing rice as we ran off to the limo. I asked the limo driver to go to one more stop before he dropped off at our house. We had a few photos we wanted taken in a local park, and he was kind enough to take the detour.

We took some more photos and were about ready to be done.

I pulled the photographer aside, asking if he could get a couple of special photos for me that weren't on the list. I told my husband to go back to the car. These photos were of just me, and he wasn't needed, so he could cool down in the limo and make sure a glass of wine was ready for me.

As I watched him walk away to sit in the cool limo, I headed to a part of the park I knew well. It was secluded, and when I was younger, it was a favorite place for boys to take me to misbehave and have some naughty fun.

I walked over to the bench where the first boy I was ever with bent me over and popped my cherry. I sat on that bench, lifting my wedding dress and spreading my legs wide. My pantiles pussy was exposed for a sexy shot. I rubbed my pussy, with the guy watching, forgetting to take a photo.

A couple of groomsmen came up behind him. "I think she wants a shot of that," one said.

He quickly took the shot, then another, then switched to video, where he got a view of me cumming as I masturbated right where I lost my virginity. I even explained that's why I was here. It was time for another first. 

The two groomsmen were married, and didn't want to fuck me, but they weer willing to have me suck their cocks. So with one on each side, I alternated sucking their cocks. As I sucked one, I stroked the other. Back and forth. 

They were getting close, so I put my hands down and let them stroke their cocks until they both shot their loads all over my chest, covering the exposed cleavage I had for my wedding dress. The entire time I was looking up at them smiling.

"Oh, fuck, that was hot," the photographer said.

I looked up at him and smiled seductively at him as he moved in and got a couple of close-up shots. I was hoping my new husband would really like these. Something he could remember forever and ever with them, caught by the digital camera.

"I bet you never had a shot like that," I said.

"Not in a while. I used to do a few adult magazine shoots to pay the bills. So if you ever want to do some pro work, or just need some more, give me a call. I know people and know how to be discrete if you need that too."

As we headed back to the limo, the photographer left, promising to get me those photos and video separately. I thanked him and wondered how many times he'd view them himself.

As I got closer to the limo, the driver came out and opened the door for me. His eyes went wide as he saw the mess on my chest and dress. I figured he was in for either a wild fight or a wild time.

"Why don't you keep the partition down for the ride to our house," I suggested with a wink, before I stepped into the back of the limo where my husband awaited.

I stuck my chest out, making sure he could see the mess all over me. His eyes grew enormous. 

"Oh, shit… I didn't think you'd do it so soon."

"And here I was thinking you'd want me to do it at the reception... So, this is what you wanted?"

"Well, I wanted to watch…"

"I made sure the cameraman got some great photos and video. That way you can always go back and watch if you want."

He smiled at that, then kissed me, not caring if some of his friends' cum got on his shirt and jacket.

"I'll tell you what," I said, sitting back and spreading my legs. I lifted my feet onto the seat and pulled my dress up, exposing my naked pussy to him. "If you eat my pussy, I'll tell you the plan for the rest of the night."

I didn't have to tell my husband twice. He got in front of me and ate my pussy like he liked to do when I told him about some of my past exploits.

I moaned a little as his tongue touched my pussy. "That's it, baby. Hear how I'm going to be a naughty slut for you today." I moaned again. He was really good at eating pussy, with how much he liked me telling him about my past.

"I know you want to see me fuck a guy… so I didn't fuck your two friends that did this to me… I'm not splitting up any marriages, but I'll let them paint me with cum." I paused, closing my eyes as he hit a good spot. "But I invited several of your single groomsmen and a few guests to meet us at our house under the guise of watching us open gifts and having some more food and drink. Little do they know, they're the gift for you."

I paused, breathing in a little harder, as I was close to an orgasm myself with this tongue really working me over. It felt so good, but I knew I couldn't stop.

"We're going to play a game. Each person will get a number, and then you'll pick a number from the hat. They can then choose how to use your bride, as long as my wedding dress stays on."

"How many guys will be there?" he asked, looking up from between my legs.

"Enough that you'll never forget your wedding night," I teased. "And there are several ladies. Some are there mostly to check out the guys to see who are worth dating… while others… well, I've not told you all my stories, and I thought you'd like a surprise or two about some of my friends."

With that, he pushed a few fingers into my wet pussy and got me to cum on command. I wasn't quiet about it. I was hoping the limo driver was turned on. I looked at where we were, and I asked the driver to pull into the nearby parking lot.

"Would you like to come back here? I want my hubby to watch a guy shoot his load all over my chest before he sees me getting fucked."

Our driver couldn't pull into the parking lot fast enough. He climbed in the back. "This is really okay with you?" he asked my husband, who just nodded at him.

Our driver was every bit six foot three, and at least two-forty, and pure muscle. A huge hunk of a black man.

I stuck out my chest.

"What an amazing wife you've got," he said, pulling out his cock. "What I'd give to fuck a hottie like you," he said,looking at me.

I smiled, "I'm only offering a chance…" Then I saw his cock. It was magnificent. It had to be nine inches, and as thick as an energy drink can. "Oh, fuck," I whispered to myself, but everyone could hear.

"You want to fuck it?" my husband asked.

I did. I so wanted to. But I knew how many people we had waiting, and while I like the idea of fucking complete strangers, in today's world, I need to be safe.

I wrapped my lips around it and sucked on his head while I stroked his shaft. That way he wouldn't have to beat off in front of us, and I got to enjoy some nice BBC. He was nice and turned on from listening to me talk to my husband.

I was loving his cock, and with my free hand, I was loving on my own pussy. I really wanted it there… And I was about to give in, when he told me he was about to cum.

I pulled back and let him empty his balls all over the top of my tits. I didn't care that some of it got on my dress. A lot more cum was going there before the end of the night. I don't know if that man had cum in a week, given all the cum he shot of me, but he definitely freshened me up a lot.

I was now ready for the party, and I had him take us home to our guests and my fun.

As we got out, he was holding the door. He handed my husband and I his business card. "For all your limo... and other needs," he said with a smile.

I thanked him and looked down, noticing his fly was still open. I don't know if that was an accident, or on purpose, but I took the opportunity to slide my hand inside and grip his dick one last time.

I loved feeling it pulse in my hand, as I did. I knew he'd be jacking off tonight thinking about me, which is why I was such a slut in college. I loved knowing men were thinking of me, and how to use me… and how I wanted to use them. I also knew I was going to call him later and make sure I got a chance to use that beast of a cock he had hanging between his legs.

I walked inside and saw our friends, and they saw me. A cheer went out amongst them, and I was ready to give them a show, and an experience that no one would soon forget.