The eight months between their engagement and their wedding were a very busy time for Adam and Eve. They had gotten engaged in late September, and Eve had always dreamed of a May wedding, hence the wait. At first, she wanted to get married in the century-old church near her parents' home in Scotland, but she didn't want to impose the cost of travelling on their friends and Adam's family. So, because neither of them was particularly religious, they decided on a small civil ceremony close to home.

Just after they got back home from Scotland, they resumed looking for a new place to live. After viewing over a dozen apartments and condos, they found the perfect one. A condo on the top floor of a new building in the center of downtown; it had everything they wanted. It was a little expensive, but with both of them having good incomes, they could afford it. They made arrangements to move in on November 1st and then began shopping for new furniture. As Eve said, "Our old stuff won't go with that new modern space."

The other big decision was how big a wedding they should have. They agreed that they wanted to keep it small, about 20 people or so; they really didn't have that many close friends, and neither of them had any siblings. Her parents planned to fly over a week ahead of time to see them and help them prepare. They also arranged to stay an extra week to reconnect with some friends they hadn't seen since moving to Scotland.

Another critical decision was the selection of a venue for the ceremony and reception. The couple looked at close to a dozen venues and finally decided on a small community hall just outside the city. It had fruit trees and gardens, and most importantly, it was inexpensive compared to the other places they'd looked at.

The last item to tick off their list was where to go for their honeymoon. They considered all the usual spots, Niagara Falls, Las Vegas, the Caribbean, but they settled on a small beach community in the Carolinas. It would be warm enough by that time, and it was ahead of the bust summer season, so they would be able to save some money there as well.

Eve wracked her brain trying to think of some special gift she could give Adam as a wedding gift. He had everything he needed and most of what he wanted, so it was difficult to find the perfect gift. Then one night, as she was perusing one of the sites she went to for inspiration of a personal nature, she saw something and thought, "That's it!" She did a lot of research into it, and about a month before the wedding, she started her preparations. The difficulty once she'd made her decision was keeping it from him so it would truly be a surprise.

They moved into their new condo on November 1st, and that night was one of their most memorable. Most of their furniture hadn't been delivered yet; all they had was a table and chairs, their bedroom dressers, and a table lamp. No bed, no couch, nothing to sleep on, so they piled up all their blankets in the middle of the living room floor and slept on them - after they'd dragged them from room to room as they christened each one by having unrestrained sex in it. They lay in the living room, expecting the cops to show up due to the noise they'd made, and when they didn't, they fucked again. When they woke up, they did it again before breaking in their jetted whirlpool. Memorable indeed!

All through the winter, it continued. Between their jobs, planning and arranging their honeymoon, and falling even more deeply in love, they didn't have a lot of spare time. But at night, when they were in their king-sized bed, they would read stories, watch videos and look at photos together, sharing their fantasies and expanding their sexual repertoire. Invariably, their fantasies led them down the same rabbit hole - group sex.

They would read naughty stories to each other, inflaming their lust and giggling at the ridiculousness of some of the contrived situations. "Can you imagine, a couple inviting other people into their bed on their wedding night?" She giggled as she read a story about a couple experimenting with partner sharing.

"I can't imagine sharing you with anyone, on any night, let alone our wedding night!" he said, cuddling into her.

"So that's not something that excites you?" she asked, her grip tightening on him. "The evidence would suggest that it does!"

He slipped two fingers inside her, then brought her wetness to their lips. "The evidence suggests that I'm not the only one!" he said. They licked his fingers clean and kissed. "Fantasizing is one thing, bringing them to life is another!"

"So you don't want to do that?" she asked, pointing to an image of a man kneeling in front of a woman in white wedding lingerie and licking the cum from her pussy.

"Oh, I'm going to do that, I guarantee it!" he whispered. "It's just going to be my cum that I lick from your pussy!" Fifteen minutes later, he was doing just that, moving up to share the taste with her.

Every so often, they would see or read something that inspired them to buy a new toy, either online or from a store, and they used them as a substitute for the extra cock or two that Eve fantasized about. Their collection had become rather extensive, and after they moved in, she took them out to make sure they were all clean. "We either need a new toy box, or we need to get rid of some of these," she said as she looked at the collection spread out on their bed. "Who needs 22 sex toys?"

"They're all built for you," he said. "You decide what to do with them." She sorted them all by length and thickness, separating the dildos and non-vibrating ones from those that shivered and shook.

"A couple of these don't work anymore," she said, setting two vibrators aside. "And these thicker ones were fun to try, but they're not especially comfortable to use." She set three more aside and thought back to a video they'd watched a few days before. "I think I'd like a wearable vibrator, maybe something we can control with my phone."

"Or my phone," he teased.

"Not fucking likely!" she laughed. "If I'm going to have a vibrator shoved up my cunt in public, I'm not giving you control of it!"

He came over to her and wrapped his arms around her from behind. "I love it when you talk dirty like that!" he said. He picked up the longest and thickest one and rubbed its tip between her breasts. "Maybe I should stick this one in your cunt!"

"One last time!" she whispered back, and she rolled over onto her back. "No mercy!"

After he'd made her squirt all over his face and chest, he licked her clean and rolled to lie beside her. Picking up his iPad, he went to their favorite online toy store, and they perused the options for something she could wear inside her.

"That one's pretty expensive, but it's got great reviews," she said.

He tapped the 'Buy Now' icon, and twenty seconds later, it was ordered. "You're worth it, every penny!" Six nights later, they played with it together, downloading and figuring out the app on her phone before slipping it inside her and tapping the play icon.

"Oh My Fuck! Wow!" she exclaimed as the vibrations settled against her G-spot and made her hips twitch. "That's a little strong to start!" She moved the slider to a more comfortable level and started experimenting with the various modes and intensities. For the next twenty minutes, it buzzed against her special spot. After occasionally stopping to edge herself, she exploded all over the place.

"You can tie it to your music playlist; the vibrations change with the beat," he told her as he read the instructions on the company website. He picked up her phone, causing a worried look to cross her face as he tapped the screen and then slid the intensity slider a little higher.

"Little more!" she breathed as she felt the beat behind her clit. "There we go!" She started rubbing her clit in time to the beat. This time, she let the process run its course, culminating with her soaking herself and the sheets underneath her butt.

She tapped the icon to stop the toy and lay back, trying to catch her breath. "Sweetie, we have the best sex life, and I love every bit of it, but fuck do we create a lot of laundry!"

"You want to stop having these earth-shattering orgasms just to save on doing laundry? That's what the washer and dryer are for," he laughed.

"No, I want to keep having all the orgasms, but maybe we need to remember to put a towel down underneath us before we do!" She rolled onto her side, and he watched as the sheet stuck to her ass until the tension pulled it free. "I'm going to take a shower, you change the bed. When I get back, I'm going to talk dirty to you some more while I suck your hard, thick cock down my throat!"

"Yes, Ma'am!" He saluted her as she got off the bed and headed to the glass-walled shower. She got halfway across the room when she stopped. "Oops, almost forgot!" She picked up her phone from the bed and took it to the shower with her.

"Don't trust me?" he asked.

"With that thing inside me, not for a fucking second!" she laughed. As she walked away, he admired her full, round ass and noticed the pink tail of the toy wiggling between her cheeks, the little red light blinking.

"I think it needs to be recharged!" he called.

"It'll do for one more!" she replied as she closed the door behind her. A few minutes later, he heard her moans and cries again as she played with her new favorite toy.

Next came Christmas, their first together, and both struggled to find that perfect gift. Even with their increased cost of living due to their new condo, they could still afford to spoil each other a little. They had everything they needed for their home and especially their bedroom, and they really needed nothing else. He placed a call to her mother in Scotland to see if she had any ideas.

"Has she bought her wedding dress yet?" her mother asked.

"No, she's been shopping for it, but she hasn't bought one yet," he replied.

"Well, then I think it would be lovely if she wore a traditional Scottish dress for her wedding, or perhaps for the reception," she suggested. "I can send you some links if you like."

"How will I know what size to get?" he asked. He'd failed miserably at guessing her correct size on the few occasions where he'd tried to buy her clothing.

"She and I are the same size," her mother said. "Or hadn't you noticed?"

"Oh, well, that makes it easier," he said.

"Talk to her about it and get back to me," she said. "Hang on, Stewart wants a word." He heard a few noises and then, after a brief pause, his soon-to-be father-in-law's voice.

"Adam lad, how are you?"

"I'm fine, Sir," he replied.

"And my Evie, you still treating her properly?"

"Like the queen that she is, Sir."

"Excellent. Listen, we're planning our vacation for after the wedding and were wondering if you could help us. We're thinking about going to Niagara Falls, you two aren't going there for your honeymoon, are you?" he said.

"No, Sir, we're going to a small town on the coast of North Carolina," Adam said.

"Excellent. I'd like to take Evelyn on a wee second honeymoon. Say nothing to her about it, I want it to be a surprise."

"No problem, Sir, I won't say a word," Adam told him.

"Excellent! And for God's sake, man, stop calling me Sir! Call me Dad or Stewart."

"Yes, Sir, I mean Stewart," Adam said. It felt weird calling him by his first name. His grandmother would not have approved of that.

"All right then, I'll let you go. Talk soon, kiss my Evie for me!"

"Bye, Sir," he said, wincing as the word came out of his mouth.

Shortly afterwards, Eve came home from an afternoon out shopping with her friend and bridesmaid, Caryn. She came to him and kissed his cheek. "Hi, Sweetie!"

"Hi Evie," he said. He'd taken to calling her that more often because she seemed to like it. "I spoke to your mom and dad today, and they say hi."

"What about?" she asked.

"I was looking for a little help in picking out the perfect Christmas gift for you," he said.

"I already have yours picked out and bought," she said.

"Well, I'm having a tough time. You have everything you need and want, and I can't buy you clothes after the last disaster."

"It wasn't a disaster, I thought it was sweet. It was the effort that mattered."

"Still, I want to get you the perfect gift, something you're not expecting," he said. She bent and kissed him.

"I'm sure I will love whatever you get for me," she said as she disappeared into the washroom. When she came out, her new favorite toy was dangling from her fingertips. She laid it in his lap, "This needs charging," she said. "You might want to clean it too!"

"It's your toy, and you soiled it. Why don't you clean it?" he asked jokingly. He always cleaned the toys.

"Just staying in my lane!" she called as she went back into the washroom. "I'm going for a shower, wash my back?"

"I'll wash more than your back!" he growled as he got up and followed her.

After dinner, she plopped herself on the couch and turned on a girly rom-com. Not being his thing, he went to his computer to continue uploading and sorting the hundreds of photos and videos he'd taken of her. He moved select photos to a folder containing those he wished to draw. Then he concentrated on capturing stills from their videos. His cock stiffened at the video he'd taken of her playing with herself in the hotel hot tub. He captured several more photos and stopped at the one that captured the look on her face as she reached her first orgasm. "You are smoking fucking hot, you know that?" he said to the image.

"Hmm? Sorry?" she said.

"Just appreciating how very beautiful you are," he said. She looked over to see what he was talking about and saw her face on his screen. She came over and moved behind him, pushing her firm and round breasts into the back of his shoulders.

"I still can't believe that beautiful woman in the pictures is me," she said.

He turned and pulled her into his lap. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen!" he said quietly. "Please believe that."

"I believe that you believe that. That's enough for me!" she whispered. She kissed him passionately and then looked at the image of herself on the screen again. "Are you going to draw that one?"

He opened the folder that contained about 20 photos. "I'm going to draw all of these."

"You have a lot of work ahead of you," she said.

"I'd make some headway if you'd stop interrupting me," he grinned.

"Sorry!" she giggled and went back to her movie.

She found it hard to concentrate on the rest of the movie; all she could hear was the scratching of his pencil on the drawing paper, and his muttered curses when he wasn't happy with what he'd drawn. Once the movie was over, she got up, went over for a kiss and said, "I'm off to bed."

"Right behind you, sweetie, just need to finish your lips," he said.

"These lips?" she asked, kissing him. "Or these ones?" She took his hand and rubbed her pussy with it.

He kissed her softly. "These ones. I'll look after those in a minute!"

"Don't be too long or I'll start without you!" she warned. It wouldn't be the first time he'd walked into their bedroom and found her getting a head start on the proceedings, often after he'd taken a shower before coming to bed. He loved watching her masturbate, with or without toys. He kept at the drawing until he heard her sighs coming down the hallway from their open bedroom door.

He set his pencils and paper aside and followed the sounds down the hallway. He watched as she slipped her rabbit vibrator into her pussy and lay back, her head hanging over the edge of the bed. They'd watched a video together a few days before depicting this exact situation. He undressed slowly, as she watched. Her tongue flicked over her lips as she saw his cock, hard with anticipation. He moved toward her as she craned her head back and opened her mouth, waiting for him to slide himself into her throat. He stopped, his cock head inches from her lips, before bending down to give her an upside-down kiss, just like they'd seen in the video.

He stood back up and watched as she extended her tongue, begging without words for him to push his cock past her lips and into her throat. He obliged her and watched with fascination as her throat bulged out as his head went all the way in.

He backed off every few strokes to allow her to breathe, and every time she got a fresh breath, she would gobble him in again. The sight of his cock in her pretty face, her round, full naked body splayed out before him, and the shivering pink toy in her hand holding it inside her made him wish he'd kept his camera close at hand. He closed his eyes and tried to file the image into his mind for later recall.

The next time he took his cock out so she could breathe, she looked up at him. "Fuck, I love sucking your cock!" She licked the length of his shaft and then smiled at him, "Fuck my mouth! Shoot your cum down my throat! I need it so bad! Give your slut what she needs!" He pushed his cock back into her throat and started moving slowly.

Her body arched as she came, only her heels and her shoulders touching the bed as she screamed around his pistoning cock. He thought to pull out until she finished cumming, but she had begged him for it. His hands grabbed fistfuls of her hair, and he rammed himself as deep as he could, giving her what she'd begged for.

Afterwards, they lay together, cuddling like they always did. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course," Eve replied.

"Do you really love that as much as you say you do?"

"What, oral sex? Yes, I do." She sat up and looked at him. "I know you love it when I do that, it's your favorite thing to do, I can tell. That's why I do it, I love you, and I love making you happy."

"Isn't it uncomfortable, you know, when I'm in your throat?" he asked.

"It was at first, but I'm used to it now. It's a bit like losing your virginity, it hurts a little the first few times, but after that it's amazing!"

"What gave you the idea that I would want you to do that?" he asked.

"We watched a video one night where the woman did it, and I saw your reaction. So I decided that I would try it for you."

"Makes sense, I guess. That's where most of our ideas come from." He thought for a minute. "Is there anything you fantasize about that we haven't tried?"

"We've pretty much tried everything," she replied. "Why do you ask? Is there something you're thinking about that we should try?"

He shook his head, "No, not really. It's just that some of the videos we've watched have couples being with other people, and they seem to get your motor running pretty hot."

"Is that something you want, to see me with other men or for you to be with other women?"

"Not exactly," he said, hoping she'd get there without him having to say it.

"What exactly?" she asked. He picked up his iPad and showed her some photos he'd seen recently. "Oh. Is that something you think I should try?"

"I think it's something we should try," he admitted.

"I never really thought of that before," she said.

"Would you?"

"I'm not saying no," she said.

~ ~ ~

Eve slipped her fingernail to release the tape holding the wrapping paper of her Christmas gift. The box was large and fairly heavy, and the wrapping was perfect. "It must have taken you hours to do this," she said. She carefully removed the paper and opened the box. "Oh, Adam, how did you know?"

"I called your mom," he replied.

She took it out and held it in front of her. "I've always wanted a traditional Scottish dress! Thank you!"

"I thought maybe you could wear it to the reception," he said.

"I'm getting married in this," she replied. She hugged and kissed him and then turned to get his gift.

He was less careful, and when he opened it, they both started laughing. He took out the kilt, jacket, sporran and knee-length socks and looked at them. "Great minds think alike," he said.

"Looks like we're having a Scottish-themed wedding," she replied.

"If that's what you want, Sweetie!"

~ ~ ~

As the winter passed, Adam was able to complete a number of drawings. He framed a few of the non-erotic ones and put them up in their home. Eve's favorite was the one of her sitting in the hotel window. She was thankful that he had drawn two versions of that one; this one had her tastefully dressed.

Having pretty much exhausted their fantasies, they settled into a more comfortable sex life. They'd learned each other's likes and dislikes and knew where the edges of the envelope were. Or so they thought.

They'd also added to their toy collection. Every so often, they would take them out and clean them all, making sure the ones that needed recharging were topped up. Eve set three of them aside, "We don't use these ones much anymore. This one's a little too big to be comfortable, and these two are starting to show their age."

"Toss them if you don't want them anymore," he said. "It's not like you can donate them!" Eve giggled at that. She took them to the trash can in the washroom and returned, picking up the longest of the remaining ones.

She dropped her shorts and lay back on the bed before sliding it into her pussy. "Mmm, this one's the perfect size!" Adam noticed it was larger than he was.

"Do you want a bigger cock, a real one?" he teased her as he moved up beside her.

"Would you like to watch me take a real one this big?" This had become a recurrent theme after they'd viewed a video of a wife taking a long, thick, black cock while he husband watched.

"You know it! Watching you take it in your sweet mouth, licking it and taking it in your throat and then fucking your hot cunt with it would be so hot!"

"Mmm, it would be! And when he filled my hot cunt with his cum, you would lick me clean and kiss my swollen pussy and make it all better!" He mashed his mouth on hers and then moved up, placing his cock against her cheek.

"Suck it! Suck your man's hard cock while you fuck him, you cum loving slut!" She rolled onto her side, and he shoved it roughly into her mouth while her hand pistoned the fake cock in and out of her. "Take it! Take my hot cum in your pretty face!" he groaned as he pulled back and jacked the last few strokes, spurting his cum into her open mouth.

She swallowed hungrily and whispered, "More!" He slid his cock back in and stroked it slowly into her throat as she finished herself off. Her body stiffened as she moaned around him, and her pussy loosed a warm stream of cum around the toy and over her hand and wrist.

She extracted the toy from herself, and he pulled his cock out of her mouth. She brought it to her lips and licked it clean before putting it into her mouth and trying to push it into her throat. She wasn't able to do it, so she took it back out. Adam bent to kiss her and then made his way down her body to kiss her swollen and battered pussy all better.

"I love playing this game," she cooed as they kissed in the aftermath of another delicious orgasm.

"As long as it's just a game," he replied.

"Of course!" She winked at him and kissed the end of the toy before settling it aside.

~ ~ ~

Her parents arrived a week before the wedding and helped in making last-minute preparations. Since the wedding was to have a Scottish theme, the organist was replaced with a piper. Eve loved the pipes; the sound made her think back to her childhood attending the local Highland Games with her parents. Those were fond memories for her.

On the Wednesday before the wedding, Adam and Eve hosted both sets of parents at their home for dinner. The parents seemed to hit it off, which made them both very happy indeed.

Not wanting to be hungover for the wedding on Saturday, they decided that any pre-wedding partying would be done on Thursday. Four of Adam's friends took him out to a pub and then a dance club for drinks and other assorted fun. His best man, Dave, decided that Adam needed a bit of strange before getting hitched, but, despite his best efforts, the most Adam got was a kiss and a rub along the front of his pants from a very drunk girl. Eve's night out was a somewhat different matter.

Like Dave, Eve's Maid of Honour, Caryn, having learned they were both virgins when they met, decided that Eve should have a strange cock before she got tied down. What she didn't know was that the more Eve drank, the lower her inhibitions sank.

Eve resisted putting on the large badge that read, "Kiss the Bride, $5!", but after being hounded by her four companions, she gave in. Unlike her husband-to-be, she garnered a lot of attention from men and women alike. Initially, she'd allow just a quick peck on the cheek, but as the drinks went down, so did her resistance. Three hours later, she was pushing her tongue into strange men's mouths and letting them feel her breasts and slip their hands under her skirt. One woman came over, handed Caryn a $50, and dragged Eve away for about five minutes until her other friend, Britt, saw her and rescued her. The woman removed her hand from under Eve's skirt, and Britt could see the shine from her friend's pussy on her fingers. She smiled and licked them clean before leaning in for one last hot kiss and whispering, "I was this close!"

"So was I," said Eve.

"We gotta get you out of here!" Britt said after they'd returned to the others. Caryn had booked two rooms in a nearby hotel for phase two of the festivities. They got to the rooms, and then Caryn made a call. A short while later, a knock was heard, and she answered it. Eve looked up to see a tall, handsome black man in a tuxedo carrying a portable speaker. The women pushed away the furniture as far as they could and sat Eve in a chair as he turned on some music and started grinding in front of her.

She could feel the bulge of his manhood rubbing against her as he twisted and turned. The other women were laughing and cheering, but all Eve could focus on was what was behind that bulge. She soon found out when he reached down and ripped off the tear-away tux. All he had on was a g-string with a massive pouch filled with a large and hardening cock. Eve stared, her eyes wide and her mouth open as he resumed his twisting and grinding against her.

Suddenly, Britt and Sandra knelt in front of him and started running their fingers over his sheathed cock. Its hardness pushed the bulge out further, and Britt reached up and pulled down the g-string. It flopped out, almost striking Eve on the nose before just hanging there, all nine-plus inches of it. Eve could see the clear bead of fluid on its head but didn't dare touch it.

"If you're not gonna suck it, I am!" declared Anna, the other member of the group. She knelt beside the others and opened her mouth, taking as much of it in as she could while stroking the shaft with one hand. Eve looked over at Caryn, who was sitting back on the couch just watching. "What the fuck?" Eve mouthed, and Caryn just smiled.

Britt pulled Anna off him and took her place for a minute or so before giving way to Sandra. She, too, sucked and pulled on him for about a minute before backing off and looking at Eve. "It's the bride's turn!" she grinned, and she and the others backed away to watch. Caryn leaned forward as Eve's fingers came up and touched it, one fingertip running along its length.

She wrapped her hand around it and let the shaft slide through her fingers. She hesitated, looking at the other women. "Come on, you can do it!" Britt urged her.

"Kiss it!" Sandra whispered.

"Lick it!" said Anna.

Eve leaned forward and opened her mouth, her tongue extending toward the fresh bead of pre-cum that had gathered at the opening. She opened wider and just as the head brushed her lips, she stopped.

"I can't do this!" she shouted. She stood up, pushed him aside and fled from the room, grabbing her purse with the key card for the room next door. She slammed the door and threw the deadbolt before latching the door between the two rooms. Then she sat on the bed, buried her face in her hands and cried like she hadn't done in a very long time. "I have to tell him!" she sobbed. She picked up her phone and used the emergency numbers they'd agreed to if they were ever in trouble and needed immediate help. With shaking hands, she typed 999 into her phone and hit Send. 30 seconds later, her phone rang.

"Where are you?" Adam asked. Through her tears and sobs, she told him the name of the hotel and the room number. "I'm on my way!" he said.

"You're gonna hate me!" she sobbed, and she flopped back onto the bed.

"Are you safe?" he asked, very worried. She told him she was, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ten minutes," he said as he hopped in the cab and told the driver to hurry.

A few minutes later, she heard the door latch activate and the door bang against the deadbolt. "Eve, it's Caryn. Are you okay?"

"GO AWAY," she screamed. She was furious with Caryn.

"Eve, I'm sorry, I let things go too far. I just need to know you're okay."

"I need my boyfriend! He's on his way," she sobbed.

"If you don't tell me you're okay, I'm calling 911," Caryn warned.

"I'm okay, or I will be once Adam gets here," she answered. Just then, he stepped out of the elevator.

"What the fuck happened, Caryn?" he shouted.

"Maybe better if she tells you," Caryn replied.

Adam tapped on the door. "Evie, Baby, it's me. Can you let me in?"

She got up and unlocked the door. He pushed it open, and as soon as she saw him, she lunged into his arms. "I'm so sorry," she cried. "Please don't hate me!"

He held her tight and soothed her, "It can't be as bad as all that, let's go inside and talk about it." He took her in and closed the door.

"Lock it, please," she said. They sat on the bed, and she held onto him as tightly as she ever had. "I did a bad thing."

She started crying again, and he just held her and let her get it out of her system. After about ten minutes, her sobs eased, and he looked at her. "Tell me about it. I promise I'll listen until you're finished."

"Okay," she sniffled, and she got up off the bed. "I have to rinse out my mouth first."

She left and came back to him. She sat and held his hand as she started relating the events of the evening, from the kisses and rubbing men's cocks to her and the woman she didn't know kissing her and getting fingered in a dark corner of the club.

Then she told him about what happened next door. "I couldn't believe it! They just started sucking his cock, right there in front of everyone! Then Sandra looked at me and said it was my turn!" She started crying again, and he let her get it out of her system. When she settled, she continued.

"I was so turned on, watching them. I mean, watching on video is one thing, but it's so different when it's happening right there in front of you!"

"Did you touch him?" She nodded her head. "How did you touch him?"

"With just my finger at first, then I wrapped my hand around it. It was really hard and heavy."

"Did you touch it with your tongue? Did you lick it?"

She nodded. "I did. You know that little clear bead of fluid that forms right at the opening? I licked that off."

"Did you like it?"

"At the time, I did."

He took a deep breath. He wasn't sure he wanted to know the answer to his next question. He asked it anyway. "Did you put it in your mouth?"

She shook her head no. "I almost did, it was like right there," she opened her mouth and showed him with her finger. "My eyes were open, and it was right there, but as soon as it touched my lips, I closed them, and all I could see was you, staring at me!" She hugged him tightly. "I'm so sorry!"

"Sshhh, it's okay, it’s okay," he soothed her. "Is that it? Is that everything?" she nodded her head. "Okay, let me tell you what I think.

"Yes, you made a mistake, but you stopped before it went too far. I know how you get when you've had too much to drink, how your inhibitions disappear. We've done some stuff when we had too much to drink that we would never have done otherwise. But you didn't go through with it. You stopped it before it went too far, and do you know why?"

She nodded again. "Because we love each other and we promised we'd only do that kind of thing together."

"Exactly. You haven't disgraced or disrespected yourself or me. You honored the commitment we've made to each other." He hugged her and bent to kiss her.

"You still want to kiss me after another man's cock touched my lips?"

"I do," he said. They kissed softly, and he looked at her.

She smiled and kissed him again. "Make love to me, reclaim me as yours!" she whispered.

When they finished, she curled up in his arms. "I have one more question," he said. She looked up at him. "Did you want to?"

She thought for a moment and nodded. "Yes, I wanted to."

"What stopped you?" he asked.

"I was afraid that you would find out and leave me," she said.

"And if I had been there and said it was okay?"

"Then, probably yes, I would have done it," she said. She took a deep breath and sighed.

"Would have done what?" he asked. She looked up at him again. "I want you to say it."

She took another deep breath. "Yes. If you had been there and said it was okay, I would have sucked his cock."

"Would you have fucked him?"

"If it had gotten that far, there's no doubt, I would have let him fuck me."

"Thank you for being honest," he said. He kissed her softly. "Don't get me wrong, I'm disappointed you let yourself get in that situation. I told you that drinking with your libido would get you in trouble someday. But you stopped it, and you have been honest with me about it. You've apologized, and I forgive you."

"Maybe someday I can forgive myself," she said.

"That's between you and your conscience," he said.

~ ~ ~

When she woke up, she was disoriented, and it took her a moment to realize where she was and why she was there. Then she remembered what had happened and looked over to see Adam there beside her. She reached out and draped her arm over him, and he stirred. He turned over and smiled at her. "Good morning, beautiful."

"You still think I'm beautiful after what I did?" she asked.

"You are the most beautiful woman in the world to me," he said. "I mean it."

"I felt pretty ugly last night," she said.

"That's in the past," he said. "Let's look forward, not backward."

"I'll try," she said.

He recalled a famous line from a popular sci-fi movie. "No! Do or do not! There is no try!"

She smiled and hugged him tightly.

A few minutes later, her phone rang. She picked it up and showed the caller ID to Adam. It was Caryn. She answered it and put it on speaker.

"Hi," she said flatly.

"Hi, Eve. I'm just calling to see if you're okay," her friend said.

"I'm okay," she said. "Adam came over, and we talked it out. I still feel like shit about it, but I'm okay, or I will be."

"I'm still next door, can I come over and talk?" Caryn asked.

She looked at Adam, who shrugged and nodded. "Give us ten minutes."

"Okay." There was a brief silence, and then Caryn spoke again. "Eve, I am so sorry."

"Me too, Caryn. See you in ten."

Right on time, there was a tap on the door. Eve went to open it and stepped aside to let her friend in. Caryn started to speak, but Eve just held up her hand to silence her. They all sat down, and she waited for Eve to speak.

"What in the world gave you the idea that I would want to be with a man I don't know two nights before my wedding?"

"I just thought it would be fun. I didn't think it would go that far," Caryn said.

"The 'Kiss the Bride' badge was bad enough, but a male escort?" Caryn sat silent and waited for Eve to continue venting at her. "Did you fuck him?"

"I didn't, no. The other three did."

"Why didn't you?"

"Seriously?" Caryn asked.

"Yes, seriously!" Eve said.

"You don't know?" Adam said.

"Know what?" Eve asked.

Caryn reached out and took her hand. "Sweetie, I'm gay."

Eve was stunned. "What?"

"You didn't know?" Adam asked again. "I thought everybody at work knew."

"Oh," Eve said.

"Sweetie, I'd sooner fuck you than him!" Caryn laughed.

"Is that a proposition?" Eve asked, recalling some of the conversations she'd had with Adam recently.

"No," said Caryn. "It's not that I wouldn't, I think you'd be a lot of fun in bed. It's just that I know you won't do it without Adam. No offence, buddy, but you're not my type." She looked at Eve, "You, on the other hand, are exactly my type." She kissed Eve's hand and let it go. "You know how Adam says you're the most beautiful woman he's ever seen? He's not wrong, you are undeniably gorgeous."

"You think so?"

"Everybody who knows you thinks so. People who don't know you think so. Even the guy from last night said you were the prettiest girl there, and he's seen a few!"

"So if I wasn't with Adam, you'd ask me out or something?"

"I almost asked you out a hundred times, but I didn't think you'd go for it. You are one smoking hot woman!"

"Oh my goodness, I had no idea you felt that way," Eve said.

"Apparently not," Caryn said. She smiled at Eve. "Are you guys good?"

"We're better than good, we're getting married tomorrow!" Eve said.

"What about you and me, are we good?" Caryn asked.

Eve smiled at her, "Yes, we're good." She went over and hugged her friend. Caryn inhaled deeply and hugged her back. "Who knew my Maid of Honor was gay?" she asked.

"Apparently, you were the only one who didn't know!" Adam laughed.

"So the plan is still on?" Eve asked.

"All systems go," Caryn said. "Tonight we're gonna get you a good night's sleep, and tomorrow, I'm gonna make you look spectacular for your wedding!"

"She already looks spectacular," Adam said.

Caryn just nodded in agreement.

~ ~ ~

On Saturday, just after lunch, Caryn and Eve started getting ready. Eve sat patiently as her friend did her makeup and styled her hair before watching her shed her robe and put on her lingerie. While she worked, she asked Eve if she was going to give her new husband anything as a wedding gift. "There's only one thing of mine that I haven't given to him," Eve said. She went to her purse and extracted a small black bag. She undid the drawstring and emptied it into her hand. Caryn gasped when she saw it, and then she watched as Eve propped her foot up on a stool, applied a bead of lube to it and reached between her legs to insert it into her bum. She turned around to show Caryn the multifaceted sapphire coloured jewel at the end of it, reflecting the light. "Something blue!" Eve said with a sly smile.

"Holy fuck, that was hot!" Caryn exclaimed. She went over to Eve, "Have you ever kissed a woman?" Eve shook her head, her curled hair bouncing a little. Caryn leaned in and offered her lips to her friend, and was a little bit surprised when she felt the contact of Eve's lips on hers. They kissed softly for a minute or so, and then Eve smiled.

"If you're hoping for something, it's not going to happen," she said. "It’s not that I don't want to, God knows I want to! But I betrayed my fiancé once this week, I won't do it again."

"I understand, Eve," Caryn said. "I'm disappointed, but I understand."

Eve kissed her once more. "Just so you know, if Adam were here, I wouldn't stop."

"Good to know," Caryn said. She took a deep breath and excused herself to the washroom.

"Holy fuck, that was fucking close!" Eve whispered to herself. She reached between her legs and collected some of the wetness that had gathered there, and brought her fingers to her lips to lick them clean. "Almost too close."

~ ~ ~

The wedding went off without a hitch. The Scottish theme was a hit with everyone who attended. The meal was delicious, and the reception was informal and fun. Eve's father turned out to be quite the entertainer, singing songs, telling jokes and stories to the delight of everyone in attendance. Eve saw her new mother-in-law approaching and opened her arms wide for a big hug. "We're going to head out. Give us a call after you get back from your honeymoon. We want to have you over for dinner!"

"We will, Mrs. Carmichael," she said.

"It’s 'Mom' to you now. You're Mrs. Carmichael!" She hugged her daughter-in-law.

"I like the sound of that! I can hardly believe it!" Eve said. "I am so blessed!"

"Adam is the lucky one!" her mother-in-law said as they hugged again.

Later, as both sets of parents we departing, Eve cocked one eyebrow when she saw her mother and mother-in-law share what looked like a kiss.

It was just after 1:00 AM when the last of the guests left. A half hour later, they were in their hotel suite. Sadly, there were no hotels in their city that had in-room hot tubs, but this one did have a large glass-walled shower. That would have to do. As they crossed the threshold, she kissed her husband. "Today was a perfect day!"

"It was," he said.

She excused herself, telling him to pour the champagne while she got ready. It took her a while, and when she reappeared, he stopped breathing.

She was perfect, her makeup done just so, her lips painted bright red to match her nails, her white satin lingerie glowing in the candlelight, and her heels bringing her to match his height perfectly.

"I have a wedding gift for you," he said. He went to his suitcase and retrieved a white box. She opened it to see what looked like a very expensive diamond earring and necklace set. She looked closer and saw what looked like a third earring. "It's for your belly button," he said.

"Put them on me!" she said. He removed the dangling gold earrings she had chosen for the wedding and slipped the bars through the tiny holes in each earlobe. Then he placed the necklace around her neck, and she turned so he could fasten the clasp. "My belly button isn't pierced," she said.

"You'll have to remedy that soon," he said. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror, touching each piece.

"They are beautiful, thank you!" She kissed him long and deep, teasing his tongue forward and nipping it with her teeth. "Now I have a present for you," she said. She sat him down on the bed and stood before him.

She touched her engagement ring, "Something old." Then she ran her hands over her new lingerie, "Something new!" She reached up and touched her grandmother's tiara, which her mother had lent her for her wedding, "Something borrowed!" Then she turned around and bent over slowly, her feet slightly apart. He saw the twinkling jewel at the end of her anal plug. "Something blue!"

She turned her head to look at him as she stayed bent over, and a lock of hair fell over one eye. "Does this mean?" he asked.

"It's the only thing I have to give you, and it's yours, only yours forever!" She turned and went to him, straddling his hips and kissing him deeply. Then she stood him up and undressed him, kissing each bit of bare skin as it was exposed. She undid the clasp to his sporran and let it drop to the floor. Lastly, she undid the buckles to his kilt, and as it fell, she smiled. "A true Scotsman!" she breathed as she took him into her mouth. "The only thing he wears under his kilt is lipstick!"

She took him into her mouth again and swallowed him into her throat before moving around him and getting onto the bed on all fours. "Fuck your new wife's ass!" she commanded.

He took hold of the jewelled end of the plug and slowly removed it, surprised at how much resistance there was. He watched as her small, wrinkled hole expanded and yielded to allow the smooth steel bullet to slip out of her.

He looked on the nightstand and saw the small bottle of clear fluid she had placed there. He applied a generous amount to her and to his cock and moved into position.

"Go easy! she breathed as she felt his head slip along between her bum cheeks. He took hold of his shaft and guided himself into position, applying gentle pressure to hold himself in place. She moved back onto him, and he slipped in, the head of his cock disappearing inside her bum.

It was well that she'd spent a lot of free time preparing herself by using her fingers and her thinnest toy to open herself up. She progressed over the previous two weeks to take progressively thicker toys in there until she was able to take one that was very close in length and girth to him. But silicone and rubber are one thing; a living cock with its own pulse was quite another.

She winced as he entered her, making a small cry of discomfort. "Don't stop!" she whispered. "I want this too!" He continued pushing forward, watching as little by little, his shaft disappeared inside her impossibly tight hole. The discomfort lessened as the hardest and thickest part of his shaft entered her, and she finally felt his hips against her full, round, fleshy buttocks.

"Slowly," she urged him, and he began to move. "Do you like that? Do you like your rock-hard, thick cock in my tight ass?"

He pulled back until only his head remained inside her, the shaft shiny and slick from the thick lubricant. He applied some more just in case and massaged it into his shaft and along the edge of her opening before he started sliding his cock back into her.

"Fuck that's tight!" he groaned as he felt her vice grip around him. He doubted he could grip himself that hard with his fist. He bottomed out and started withdrawing himself again, a little faster. He watched her hand as she slipped her phone from under the pillow, the screen already showing the app for the little toy he now knew was in her pussy. She tapped it, and he felt the low buzz as the toy came alive.

"OH FUCK!" she screamed as it worked its magic on that little spot just inside and behind her clit. "FUCK ME, ADAM!"

Being a new but fully committed husband, he did as he was told, driving a fresh wail from her core each time he thrust forward. He loved how her whole body shook and jiggled her each time he drove into her. Her cries of pain turned into moans of pleasure as he fucked her, and his concern for her comfort and well-being was overcome by his lust at finally being able to fuck her fine, fine ass.

He grabbed her hips tightly and drove into her harder with each stroke. She cried out as his hips slammed into her ass and made a loud slap each time they made contact. The pressure of his cock pushing the vibrating toy nestled up against her G-spot increased her pleasure with every stroke. "Oh, my God! This feels so good!" she moaned. She looked back over her shoulder at him and saw the feral lust on his face. She'd seen it before. The first time she'd seen it, it frightened her a little, but now that she had been on the receiving end of his passion, she knew he would stop before he hurt her.

Her moans turned to grunts as each drive forward forced the air from her lungs. She pushed back against him in an effort to get him as deep inside her as she could, and as he pulled back, she'd move forward slightly until just the broad flange of his head was still inside her. She felt her anus distend a little each time he pulled back and relished the feel of the ridges and veins against her opening as his shaft slid in and out. "Almost there," she grunted. "Fuck that ass!"

He, too, was getting very close. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her, grasping her firm tits and squeezing them. He'd never done that before, so it surprised her a little, but she liked it. She felt him tense and shift to get better leverage for the final few strokes.

"Gonna. Fucking. CUM!" he grunted, one word to each stroke. He pushed forward and unloaded into her, his cock surging inside her and putting the last needed pressure on the toy against her magical little spot. She came right behind him, a loud wail coming from the very depths of her soul as she announced to the world that she' just had the best fuck of her life.

She collapsed forward, and his cock came out of her. "No!" she whimpered. She'd hoped that he'd stay hard enough to give her a final few gentle strokes to finish off what was an amazing experience. As he lay panting on top of her, she reached for his hands and interlaced their fingers. Once he recovered enough to speak again, he rolled off her and rolled her over onto her back.

"Are you okay?" he asked, suddenly concerned for her again.

"I'm perfect!" she replied.

"I didn't hurt you?"

"It was uncomfortable at first, but it was incredible after." She kissed him softly. "How did I get so lucky?"

"I'm the lucky one," he said. "I love you so much, Mrs. Carmichael."

Her heart leapt when he said it; she loved hearing it so. "I love you, Mr. Carmichael." She tightened her grip on him. "It's like I was born for this, born to be your wife and to love you forever."

"You've been watching too many rom-coms," he teased. "But I can't disagree."

Usually, after they fucked, they went to the washroom to clean up a little before going back to bed. On this, their wedding night, they lay in the aftermath of their lust and held each other until sleep captured them.