As I stood and watched her walking down the aisle towards me, I couldn't help but think myself the luckiest guy alive. Here was the most beautiful woman in the world, looking more beautiful than I could ever remember her being, in a beautiful white dress and the most dazzling smile as she looked up to me awaiting her at the alter. My bride was the perfect woman. Sexy as fuck, sweet, more intelligent than I could ever be, a great cook and best of all: as much of a pervert as I was.
Maybe I need to explain that last point. Starting at the beginning, my name is Derrik and my perfection personified bride is Casey. We met in my third year of university when she was a freshman during Frosh Week. But lots of people meet their spouses at school, but the best part is where we met. Most freshmen, myself included, tend to attend the events that the university puts on for the first week, as well as the parties that the sororities and frats have to entice new pledges. But Casey, she's apparently different from most girls I'd met to this point, as it's move in day (for whatever crazy reason, this year it was the Tuesday before Labour Day), and she's decided to forgo the parties and university events and at 3 in the afternoon, decided that the fanciest strip club is where she wanted to be.
There weren't many people there, a couple seniors (65+) watching the lack-luster MILF that was going through the motions on stage, a few middle-aged guys getting drunk at the bar as they tried to hit on what was clearly their co-worker that was hating every second she had to be in such a place (Karen vibes, I tell you), and finally, myself. Casey made a grand entrance by throwing the double doors open wide and strutting in with a sway to her hips that would give the biggest teases a run for their money, all while being silhouetted by the blinding sunlight from outside. We all turned at this over-the-top entrance to see this fresh faced eighteen-year-old with vibrant red hair that hung in loose waves down past her shoulders, a pair of glasses with thick black frames, and an outfit that screamed how much of a naughty schoolgirl she was. Her white blouse was thin and covered by a plain sweater vest that couldn't hide how big her boobs were; and her frilly skirt came to just above her knees, revealing her white stocking covered legs that reflected the blinding sunlight even more.
She scanned the room before striding purposefully towards me with that teasing walk of hers. Seeing her beeline to me, most everyone returned to what they were doing. Except me. I was captivated by this creature that was making her way towards me. With the doors now closed, I was able to see that she had a pair of heeled brown boots that reminded me of the type of boots you think of when picturing Robin Hood. When she finally reached me, she pushed away the table and straddled my lap. Leaning in, she kissed me hungrily, tongue and all. My mind and body were frozen by this random stranger coming onto me in such a brazen fashion that it took me half a minute before I started to kiss her back, causing her to moan sexily into my throat. When she released my mouth a minute later, she trailed her lips up my jaw to my ear.
Giving it a quick bite, she said the hottest thing ever whispered into my ear to that point in my life (she's since topped it a couple dozen times in the intervening years). "Take me," she breathed in a husky whisper. "Take me right now and I'll be your slut forever. Pop the cherries on all of my fuckholes and make me the happiest slut in the world."
I didn't need to be told twice. Grabbing a hold of her ass (which felt fantastic), I stood up and started walking to the door. Casey wrapped her legs around me as I walked and by the time we got to the door, the drunk idiots at the bar were whooping our exit. When I got us to my car, I opened the backseat and tossed her inside. She looked up at me with hungry eyes, the glasses adding a hint of extra sexiness to this already stimulating sight before me. Still standing outside my car's backseat, I unzipped my fly and dropped my pants and boxers to my knees, exposing my hard eight inches to her. She let out a gasp before licking her lips and grabbing hold of my dick.
"Mmmm," she purred as she started to slowly stroke me. "I can't wait to have this big cock stretching me out in all my holes as you use me for your pleasure," she murmured, causing my cock to twitch. She leaned down and I felt her hot breath on my head. And then her lips were wrapped around the ridge on the bottom of my cockhead. She sucked like a straw while her tongue played with my slit for a few seconds before she pulled away. "Tammy's going to be so jealous," she whispered to herself before launching herself at me again.
I won't go into details, but after blowing my load on her face, we went back to my place and I fucked her the rest of the afternoon until it was about 10. She hadn't lied, she was a virgin, and apparently now my slut. And from that day forward, we were dating and I quickly fell in love. I took her home for Thanksgiving and she introduced me to her mom on Christmas. That was also when I met Tammy, her cousin who was a year older than Casey and her best friend. That was also my first of many threesomes. Casey was insatiable in the bedroom, pretty much any kink you could think of she had. We bought a copy of the Karma Sutra and worked our way through it every other month. She came up with plans to seduce our professors (always being successful, and including some of my firsts with men, as well as older women). By the time she graduated, I'd had a ring burning a hole in my pocket for a year and a half.
Which is where this story really begins. Ever since I'd proposed and she'd said yes, an idea had begun to formulate in my head. I wanted to surprise her by coming up with the kinky idea, so I tried to think of the best way to spring it on her. So, one night after a rather mundane bout of sex, I said to her, "I have an idea for the wedding."
"Lay it on me," she said as she snuggled closer to me, ready to fall asleep.
"Well, it's more for the night before the wedding." This got her full attention, as she pushed herself up to look into my face. "What if we didn't go home together that night?" This was a risk in asking, for as kinky and open as we'd always been, we'd always were together in it, and always came home together. This wasn't really a trust issue thing with us, more a 'we value what we have and should remind ourselves of that whenever we get into the kinky side of our relationship'.
"I'm listening," Casey said as she looked down at me with her blue eyes, eyes that seemed to be weighing my soul at that moment.
Sitting myself up against the headboard, I started, "Every wedding we've been to the past couple years, you've always stated your love of the tradition of the groom not seeing the bride until she's walking down the aisle. So, our going home together would put that in jeopardy."
"Uh-huh," she agreed, suspicion in her eyes.
"And since that night is technically our last night of freedom, and we're both major sluts, I thought we could do something special." Her gaze was unnerving, as she continued to judge me silently as I explained myself. "You haven't asked anyone to be your maid of honour yet, have you?"
"Not yet; but we all know I'm going to ask Tammy," she said, the fierce piercing of her gaze faltering slightly.
