Pegging Our Way Through Our Wedding Day Fuck-a-thon Competition

To the readers of FemdomU Forum,

I wanted to share a personal story with you all, as a sort of gift for my wife. With our 20th wedding anniversary coming up soon, I hope this will be published in time for me to present it to her. It’s about our wedding day, which was a grand affair filled with friends, family, and strangers. But what most people didn’t know was what truly happened behind the scenes – that only our inner circle, our wedding party, was aware of. This is the story of what went on during our special day, beyond the extravagant church ceremony and lavish celebration that followed.

We were young and full of desire, living in a time of naivety. Her family was extremely wealthy – to the point of being disgustingly rich, so they spared no expense for our wedding, which was an extravagant affair. They had connections to an old historic mansion, and they insisted on having the ceremony there. However, my overly religious mother threw a wrench in our plans, insisting that we must be married in the church. After much negotiation, we came to a compromise – we would have the wedding in the church with the reception at the historic mansion, which were 45 minutes apart. This meant that guests would have to travel between venues, so we scheduled the wedding early enough to allow for ample time to party afterwards.

As I mentioned, we were young and horny. We explored many different kinky activities, one of which was pegging. Despite being in my prime and having a strong sex drive, sometimes my body couldn’t keep up with our combined passion. A guy can only cum so many times a day! That’s when pegging became a regular part of our sexual routine, along with oral and manual stimulation. We were both open to trying anything with each other and having the other do anything to us. And, I mean anything.

On our wedding day, we made a daring and erotic decision – to push ourselves to the limit by fucking 10 times. It was a mutual challenge, a shared competition that would result in either joint defeat or glorious victory as co-champions of the wedding day fuckathon. This was the epitome of our passionate bond when we were young, and that unbreakable connection, that fierce determination to conquer any obstacle together, is what has kept us united for countless years to come.

We were determined to accomplish our goal of having sex 10 times in one day, and we knew we couldn’t do it alone. (I mean, we could do the act along, for sure, but we needed help distracting the guests!)

So, we called in reinforcements – trusted friends who would help us sneak away from the constant spotlight and indulge in some hardcore fucking.

My bride relied on her fierce squad of bridesmaids, a tight-knit group bonded by their wild college days and sorority sisterhood. They were always in the know and ready to assist with any devious plans.

Meanwhile, I turned to my best man Shaun, a brother-like figure I’ve known since childhood. I revealed our ambitious plan to him, and he didn’t hesitate to offer his aid. With ease, he persuaded the other groomsmen to join in on our raunchy escapades

Shaun posed an important question: what exactly counted as one of the 10 wedding day fucks? Did both parties need to cum? Was it limited to just vaginal intercourse? These were valid inquiries, especially considering “little greggy” boasted a personal record of 6 full orgasms in 24 hours, but there was no way he would make it to 10. Ultimately, my wife-to-be established the guidelines for our challenge.

For the Wedding Day Fuckathon, only sexual intercourse consisting of my penis in her vagina OR her cock (strapon) in my ass would count. For the first option, I had to cum and shoot a load inside her for it to count. For the second option, she would decide how long she needed to peg me each time. She was very prone to orgasming herself while she pegged me, so I suspected she’d use that to gauge, but I was fine letting her be the judge. All 10 fucks had to happen on the day of our wedding, before midnight that night.

To make it even more challenging, she insisited that we spend the night before our wedding apart, honoring the tradition of not seeing one another on the day of our wedding, before the ceremony. I had tried to convince her to drop that tradition so we could get a head start the night before, fucking after midnight, and maybe get a couple more knocked off the list even before the ceremony, but she insisted. The pace of our fuckathon was going to be intense!

So, without further ado, here’s a rundown of our Wedding Day Fuckathon Challenge:

Fuck #1

In my tux, I waited with Shaun in a room designated for the men to prepare. My groomsmen were busy seating guests as we passed the time. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and two bridesmaids entered, whispering something to Shaun before handing him an object. He came over to me and said, “Just go with it, buddy,” as he placed a silk scarf over my eyes and tied it tightly. Then, they led me out of the room, one woman on either side guiding me by holding onto my hands. I could hear Shaun in front of us, making sure our path was clear.

Eventually, we reached another room and I heard the sound of a door closing, followed by the hushed chatter of people filling up the church. The women released my hands and Shaun spoke in a reassuring voice, “Don’t worry, buddy. I’m going to unzip your pants and pull them down. They’re calling the shots.” Blinded by the scarf, I felt exposed as my best friend unbuckled my cumberbund and unzipped my pants. With one swift motion, he pulled them down along with my tight briefs, revealing my erection. Later on, Shaun joked that when he accidentally snagged my underwear on my cock while pulling it down, a small amount of precum flung onto his face. He still teases me about it to this day.

As Shaun and the bridesmaids exited the room, I felt a sudden emptiness wash over me. But then, I sensed the familiar presence of my lover behind me, her strapon cock poised at my exposed hole. In a moment of pure submission and desire, I bent over, offering myself completely to her. And as our wedding party stood guard outside the door, my bride took me with an intense passion that left us both breathless. To this day, I can still vividly recall the scene in my mind – me in a tuxedo, bent over with my pants down, being taken by my bride as our guests sat just on the other side of the wall in the church pews, unaware of what was happening. It was both scandalous and glorious all at once.

FUCK #2

As we settled into the luxurious limousine, my mind was already racing with anticipation. I couldn’t wait to take advantage of our private moment and make love to my beautiful new wife. Underneath her grand wedding dress, my hands eagerly found their way to her soft skin, pulling down her lacy panties and tasting her sweetness. But she quickly reminded me that only penetration would count towards our challenge.

Undeterred, I swiftly pulled myself up and began undoing my pants. With a throbbing cock yearning for release, I entered her eagerly as the limo continued its smooth drive towards the reception. This was our first time making love as husband and wife, and I wanted it to be unforgettable. So I thrust harder and faster, relishing in the sound of her screams of pleasure.

But then, something caught my eye. Looking up, I noticed that the divider between us and the driver was down. And there he was, stealing glances at us through the rearview mirror with a sly grin on his face. My initial instinct was to close the window, but my wife’s hand on mine stopped me. She seemed to enjoy the thrill of being watched by our driver.

Determined to bring her to climax, I focused all of my attention on her body and soon enough, she reached two shuddering orgasms before I finally released my pent up load inside of her. As we caught our breaths and basked in the afterglow, I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of our unconventional first sexual encounter as husband and wife.

FUCK #3

After the dinner during the reception, it was her turn again. With a sly smile and a glint in her eye, she had Shaun order two of my groomsmen to stand guard while she led me into the wine cellar. The space, normally reserved for staff, was dimly lit and filled with the rich aroma of aged wines. We were still dressed in our full wedding attire, but she wasted no time as she lifted up her dress to reveal that she was already wearing her strapon. My heart raced with anticipation as I pulled down my pants and bent over, feeling the cool stone floor beneath my hands. She took her time, teasing and caressing me before finally sliding inside me, slowly at first but then picking up pace until we were both lost in a passionate frenzy. As I felt waves of pleasure wash over me, I couldn’t help but think about how just hours ago, I had made love to my wife for the first time. And now here I was, being taken by her in a whole new way – as her husband and her lover. It was an experience like no other and one that I would never forget

FUCK #4

It was my turn next and Shaun had arranged for us to use the coat-check area before the wedding ceremony. As we walked in, I couldn’t help but notice one of my other groomsmen persuading the girl working there to take a break and give him a blow job in the restroom. The cloak room was our designated space, but it wasn’t very private since anyone standing on the other side of the counter could see us. To my dismay, “little greggy” was not cooperating, leaving me feeling frustrated and embarrassed. That’s when she took over and pulled out her strapon, guiding it expertly into me. My ass was starting to feel sore from all the attention, so we shifted positions with me bent over the counter for support. Of course, this meant I was just a couple feet away from my buddy who stood by awkwardly, trying not to watch but also keeping guard to make sure we weren’t interrupted. He truly lived up to his title of best man in that moment.

FUCK #5

As the party turned into a night of dancing, we made a quick exit to go change into our dance clothes. As we headed upstairs to the “honeymoon suite,” I felt an intense surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins, and this time I was able to quickly rise to the occasion! Ignoring the private room reserved for us, I pushed her up against the hallway door and took her standing up, her body pressed tightly against mine in a frenzy of urgent desire. The thought of waiting until we were in the bedroom was laughable – the thrill of danger and spontaneity drove us to new heights of passion. Within moments, we both reached our peak, our bodies trembling with pleasure and satisfaction. Disheveled and flushed, we quickly changed and returned to the party, barely able to contain our excitement and lustful energy.

FUCK #6

As the night wore on and the party continued to rage on, my wife and I hatched a plan for our “grand exit.” She had arranged for the limousine to take us on a tour of the city while the festivities carried on at the mansion. Our ultimate goal was to sneak back into our room unnoticed.

Once we were safely inside the luxurious vehicle, my wife wasted no time in giving me her instructions: strip down completely. I hesitated at first, but when she fixed her strapon over her clothes and gave me a stern look, I knew she meant business. With the divider window closed, I complied with her request and shed all of my clothing. She then proceeded to lube up and have me sit on her lap, slowly guiding myself onto her waiting cock.

The ride turned out to be quite bumpy, with the limo hitting every pothole in its path. Each jolt sent waves of intense pleasure coursing through my body as she thrust deeper into me. It was a sight to behold – me sitting naked on my wife’s lap, riding her strapon while my own cock stood proudly erect. But things were about to get even more daring as she reached forward and rolled down the divider, exposing us to our one-man audience once again. This time, there was no hiding behind closed doors – I was completely exposed, taking it hard and fast in the ass from my dominant bride. And yet, instead of feeling embarrassed or ashamed, I found myself getting lost in the moment and bouncing up and down on her lap with reckless abandon. I was proud to have found the love of my life, and I didn’t care who knew it at that moment.

FUCK #7

As she pegged me in the limo, she couldn’t help but notice that I was again fully aroused. And when fuck #6 came to an end, she told the driver to stop at the nearest overlook. I followed her out, completely exposed and naked, as she led us to the edge of the cliff. She pulled down her skirt, revealing her own excitement, and I took her from behind like bunnies in heat. We didn’t care about the limo driver watching; we were lost in the passion of making love outdoors

FUCK #8

As we stumbled back into the limo, I voiced my fear that we wouldn’t make it to ten, but she promised me we would. The driver had caught on to our twisted game, rolling down the divider window with a sly grin. He pointed out a nearby tavern where we could grab a nightcap and casually mentioned the handicapped stall in the women’s restroom, where he had pleased more than one date before. My wife eagerly agreed and we quickly downed our drinks before heading to the bathroom. In the cramped stall, she pegged me relentlessly while I gritted my teeth against the searing pain. Despite liberal amounts of lube, my ass screamed in agony as we neared the end of our challenge. But with determination fueled by lust and competition, we pushed through my pain to achieve our ultimate goal: winning the Wedding Fuckathon as our first official accomplishment as a married couple.

FUCK #9

As we pulled up to the grand mansion, the faint sounds of a party could still be heard in the distance. Sneaking inside, we were caught by the female lobby night clerk who welcomed us back with a knowing smile. My wife wasted no time in asking if everything was prepared, to which the clerk nodded eagerly. Curiosity piqued, my wife took my hand and followed the young lady out the side door and into a magical garden, illuminated by strings of white lights that twinkled like stars around a stunning gazebo.

Without saying a word, my wife led me into the gazebo and began removing my clothes in front of the mesmerized clerk. I felt my heart race with anticipation as she then bent me over and donned her strapon before thrusting into me with force. Through gritted teeth, my wife commanded me to look into the eyes of the young girl as she ravaged me in this picturesque setting.

As if reading our thoughts, the clerk smirked and moved closer as my moans filled the air. In a tantalizing offer, my wife suggested that she was going to let the clerk have her way with me as on of my wedding gifts, but not tonight – that special night was reserved solely for us, she explained as she continued to drive me wild with pleasure.

I cried out as my wife’s impressive cock reached deep inside me, consumed by passion and lust in this forbidden tryst under the stars. It was a moment I would never forget, forever etched in my mind as a testament to our wild love and unbreakable bond on this special day.

FUCK #10

After she finished with me in the Gazeebo, my aching body was buzzing with anticipation as she led me by the hand up to our bedroom suite, a seductive smirk playing on her lips. Shaun and the bridesmaids had outdone themselves this time, the room adorned with rose petals and flickering candles casting a romantic glow. But I barely noticed as my bride dragged me past it all and onto the balcony. Without hesitation, she yanked down my pants, once again thrusting into me with a ferocity that left me gasping for air. I checked my watch amidst the pleasure and saw it was 11:45pm – we had made it! I felt exhausted, but my beautiful bride continued to peg me with relentless determination. She was the true champion, making love to me until midnight struck, marking our victory in the ultimate competition of lust and desire. Before she pulled out of my ass, we high-fived in a twisted celebration of our wild and competitive love, crowned champions of our own Wedding Fuckathon.

Then, I looked down and realized I was rock hard again. “Honey, are you ready to start the Honeymoon Fuckathon…”

Our wedding day was spectacular, but it was only the beginning of an incredible and passionate journey in love together.