My wedding night with the wrong man hot Sex Stories – Y2 Stories

My new husband passed out drunk before we consummated our marriage.

My husband and I were both virgins on our wedding day. The next morning, he still was but I wasn’t.

Rick and I met when we were both twenty-one. We dated and fell in love. Four months later we got married in the church that my family went to.

I was still a virgin because I had promised my father, before he died, when I was fourteen that I would stay a virgin till my wedding night. It was a hard promise to keep. It seemed like every boy I dated, wanted to get his cock between my legs. Over the years I was often horny but was able to keep my promise. I lost several boyfriends because of it.

Rick was still a virgin because he was very shy, deeply into his schoolwork and never had many dates as he grew up. Needless to say, we were both planning, and looking forward to a very romantic and passionate night of love making after the ceremony.

The wedding was beautiful. We had forty guests; I wore a fabulous white gown, and we had a big reception with many fine wedding gifts. There was also a big buffet and an open bar. The open bar may have been a mistake. I had enough to drink that I was feeling really funny. Rick had more than I did.

After the reception was over, we went to the room that had been rented for us. It wasn’t five minutes before we were both on the bed, naked and playing with each other’s sex parts. Before the marriage was consummated, Rick passed out. I was pissed. I tried to wake him. I pushed him, kissed him and loudly called his name, but nothing worked. Then I stroked his cock and even put it in my mouth to get it hard. I was going to ride it, even if he was out cold and didn’t know it happened. I was bound and determined to lose my virginity on my wedding night, but I could not get my husband’s cock hard.

I put on my normal clothes and stormed out of the room. I needed to get some fresh air. The grounds around the resort were beautiful. I sat on a bench, by the lake and cried.

A few minutes later, my new father-in-law happened to come walking by. He was out to have a smoke. He spotted me and came over. “What are you doing out here? Are you crying? What’s the matter?”

He sat next to me and put his arm around my shoulder. I laid my head on his shoulder and told him how Rick had passed out before we had sex, and I couldn’t wake him. I cried that I had saved my virginity for this night and now nothing was going to happen. I sobbed.

Well, Don had several drinks also, but he was in better shape than me, and far better shape than his son. He told me that it was very bad luck for a virgin bride not to have sex on her wedding night. He said that most marriages that start like that, do not last a year. Then he said that because he was the groom’s father, he could take his son’s place and that would make everything OK. I was drunk enough that I thought what he was saying made good sense.

He took me by the hand and led me back to Rick and my room. I staggered a little as we walked. When we were in the room, we moved Rick over to a chair. He still did not wake up.

Don pushed me on the bed and started kissing me. His lips did feel nice. Pretty soon I was naked again. So was he. I reached down and felt his manhood. It was big and rock hard. He slid down, kissed my breasts and then put his head between my legs. He ate my pussy till I had my first orgasm, other than by my own hand. It was far better than any I had ever given myself.

He moved up and put his cock at the entrance to my love tunnel. A sharp thrust and his large prick was buried inside me. I cried out in pain as he ripped thru my hymen. I wondered if Rick’s cock would be that big when it got hard. I had never seen it hard. My father-in-law did not pause. He pounded deep and hard in me. Soon it started feeling good and I had another orgasm. It did feel really great to have a cock sliding in and out of me. I felt thankful to Don for helping us not have the bad luck that happens if a bride doesn’t get fucked on her wedding night.

For the next hour, we fucked like man and wife. Don came in me, three times. Twice in my cunt and once in my mouth. When we were done, I was worn out. I looked down on the bed and saw a large puddle of cum and virgin blood. I just laid there while Don managed to get his son back to the bed. He laid him down right on the puddle, dressed and left.

At ten in the morning, Rick and I woke up. Rick felt and then looked at the cum on the bed. “Wow, I guess we had a really good time. I can hardly remember much after I undressed you. Rick’s cock was now hard. He was not as big as his father. He pulled my legs apart and got between them. “I want more of my wife’s pussy.” He slid in easily, as I was still full of his father’s cum. He fucked me hard and fast. I was happy that he lasted a long time before adding his sperm to his father’s. Don and Rick’s mother, Rose, joined us for brunch. Don gave me a big smile and a wink.

We have been married ten years now. Once I was sober, I realized that what Don had told me about the bad luck was just a story, intended to make me let him fuck me. I never told Rick what happened that night. When his father tried to get me to go to bed with him again, I refused. We have a good marriage and I do not want to mess it up even though Rick’s father is better in bed that my Rick is.
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