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twiested wedding
Date: 9/11/2015, Categories: Fetish, Author: fatmagicaltongue, Source: xHamster
... look at every response, evaluate their photos, and choose the biggest dick you can find. Oh, I mean that figuratively as well as literally, by the way," she said, with an evil smile as she met my shocked gaze, "The thought of a strong man dominating my dear husband in his pretty sissy top and short skirt is... compelling." "I'm going to rest right here, on the bed. Let me know who the lucky one is. And don't you dare disappoint me. If I'm not satisfied, I'm going to take you over to the male strip club over by the bus station. Dressed like that." She smirked again. "I wouldn't be responsible for any... accidents while we're there." She leaned back on our marital bed, as I got to work posting the ad. Alicia always knew what she wanted. And I'd known for a while now, that I was happiest helping her get what she wanted, even if that included humiliating me. I gulped again at the thought of being taken across town dressed so ridiculously, and got to work. ----------------------- Alicia hadn't spoken for an hour. She was still in her bridal wear. I had passed her the reply of the man who fit her requirements the best. My face had been red with shame at having to go through so many pictures of naked men and cocks, most of which, I was humiliated to see, were bigger than mine. Alicia had known that would happen, of course. ...
... "Well, this is really happening, isn't it," grinned Alicia. There was something else in her voice now. Anticipation. "How are you taking it, my dear?" she asked mockingly, "Do you know anyone else who wasn't given the chance to consummate their own marriage?" I didn't answer. Of course I didn't. "I love you husband," said Alicia suddenly, taking me by surprise. "And I will, for the rest of our lives." I looked at her, completely taken-aback. Her eyes were soft, for the first time that night. And looking into them, I was reminded, once again, of why I had chosen to marry her. Sometimes, being in a relationship like ours, where I was subjected to so much humiliation every day, I needed that. I didn't reply. I didn't need to. She could see everything she needed to in my eyes. There was a commanding knock on the door. The atmosphere in the room changed drastically. "Now, cuckold," she said, with a glint in her eye as she rose to her feet. "Get in the closet, dressed as you are, and close the door. I don't want to hear a single sound, until we're done. If I hear so much as a pin drop, I'll drag you out, in your sissy attire, and show you off in all your glory. Got it?" I nodded mutely. This was actually going to happen. I climbed into the closet and shut it as my beautiful, gorgeous wife swept towards the door.