The Wedding Train: A multiple male on female voyeuristic cuckold

By Charlotte Storm

One Bride.

Five Groomsmen.

Zero Regrets.

Caroline Carlisle had finally found the man of her dreams. Sure, she'd always fantasized about her soon-to-be-husband's hot, younger, fitter brother. The Best Man. But Caroline would never cheat, despite the lingering looks and flirty touches. Definitely not on her wedding day.

But when Caroline catches her future husband between the thighs of her best friend less than thirty minutes after their, “I dos,” Caroline decides to reconsider her position, especially considering the conversation she overhead when her husband’s groomsmen thought they were alone.

They say your wedding day should be everything you ever dreamed of. Time to make her darkest fantasy come true, and give her new husband a cuckold surprise he’s sure to never forget.

The Wedding Train is a MMFMMMM cheating spouse voyeuristic multiple partner erotic short story sure to give you your own personal happy ending.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Wylde Storm Publishing
• Release date: Oct 2, 2018

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Summary

One Bride.

Five Groomsmen.

Zero Regrets.

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Caroline Carlisle had finally found the man of her dreams. Sure, she’d always fantasized about her soon-to-be-husband’s hot, younger, fitter brother. The Best Man. But Caroline would never cheat, despite the lingering looks and flirty touches. Definitely not on her wedding day.

But when Caroline catches her future husband between the thighs of her best friend less than thirty minutes after their, I dos, Caroline decides to reconsider her position, especially considering the conversation she overhead when her husband’s groomsmen thought they were alone.

They say your wedding day should be everything you ever dreamed of. Time to make her darkest fantasy come true, and give her new husband a cuckold surprise he’s sure to never forget.

The Wedding Train is a MMFMMMM cheating spouse voyeuristic multiple partner erotic short story sure to give you your own personal happy ending.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental.

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The Wedding Train

A knock on the door makes my heart flutter.

I keep my eyes locked on the mirror in front of me, on the white dress I can’t quite believe is mine, and answer, Yeah?

My voice is little more than a throaty whisper, the butterflies in my stomach making it impossible to feel stable. Strong. Two things I normally am.

I think it’s acceptable for a woman to be off-kilter on her wedding day.

It’s me, calls a familiar voice. A deep, weak-in-the-knees type of voice.

Kevin. My soon-to-be-husband’s brother.

Kyle sent me. Can I come in? he asks.

Sure, I answer, not sure at all. It isn’t a good idea for Kevin to see me before the wedding. Not that there’s any tradition or superstition about the groom’s brother seeing the bride. It’s more like the thoughts I have about a younger, sexier, more shredded version of my future husband are definitely not wedding day material.

I’d never act on those thoughts. Or admit that, sometimes, when I’m riding Kyle, I imagine it’s Kevin finishing me off.

The door swings open behind me. Kevin steps inside the small dressing room the bridesmaids used to get me ready. I’d sent them away a few minutes ago to take their places, needed some quiet time before the ceremony. Before I make one of the biggest commitments of my life.

Kevin closes the door, gives us more privacy than is probably safe to have. His reflection steps up behind me. The heat from his body tells