A Wedding to Remember

By Wanda Peters

This book is not erotica. They made me label it as such and I resent that because it will be hidden from many people because of it. It has a couple of sex scenes but no more than you will find in most modern romances. If you don't like sex skip over them.
Philip thought that he was the luckiest man in the world when he saw his new bride walking down the aisle towards him. And then something strange occurred to him. More strange things happened that night and in the days to come.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wanda Peters
• Release date: Nov 10, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005937515

Wanda Peters

I write erotic books, mostly about cuckolding. If you are looking for that type of book, you might ask yourself what exactly do you want in an erotic book. I think that if you can read one of my books and keep both hands on the book then I have not done my job. I don't believe that anyone that buys or reads one of my books or stories are looking for great literature.I don't try to compete with Shakespear when I write. What I do try to do is to put together a compelling story that someone will want to continue to read. A word of caution my books are not for the faint of heart. Many of my characters do not have a happy ending. A few of my books do have some satirical humor but for the most part, they are about males that are dominated and humiliated by their wives or lovers.I hope you enjoy my work.

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A Wedding to Remember

Author Wanda Peters

Copyright November 2021

Smashwords Edition

A Wedding to Remember

Book One – Jules View

Chapter One – The Ceremony

It was the perfect wedding that I had always dreamed of. The church was packed with friends and family of both the bride and the groom. As my father walked me down the aisle, I tried to keep my eyes directed at the wonderful man that was waiting for me to become his wife. But, it is not possible to not see other people as you make that long march. I saw my mother sitting in the front row with an empty seat beside her where my father would join her once he had given my hand to my future husband. I saw my sister’s and bother’s family sitting in the second row. Those things were right and proper. My heart skipped a beat and I stumbled slightly as I saw someone that should not have been there.

James had been my first love. We were together for over five years before something happened and we separated, but I had never gotten over him. He was the best lover that I ever had including the man that I was about to marry. Just thinking about how he used to make me cum had me almost dripping wet by the time that I reached the alter. My father raised my veil and then put my hand into Howards.

The Priest offered a prayer that I only half understood because it was in Latin a language that I hadn’t bothered to learn. And then he began the preamble that everyone knows. Finally, he came to the part where he asked if anyone had a reason why these two people should not be joined in holy matrimony.

I looked towards the spot where James was sitting. I half expected him to jump up and shout that I couldn’t marry any man because I belonged to him and no other. I was even a little disappointed when he failed to do that.

I was still rattled when they got to the vows and Philip had to nudge me slightly before I realized that I was to say I do. I managed to get through the rest of the ceremony without incident and when the Priest finally pronounced us husband and wife, I managed to kiss my new husband although, in the back of my mind, the lips that I kissed belonged to James.

Then we went outside the front door of the church for the wedding photos and the tossing of the bouquet and garter. The pictures were taken and I tossed the bouquet over my head and turned to see who would catch it. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw James smiling at me and my heart skipped a little beat. Why was he doing this on my wedding day? Surely, he could see that he was causing me distress. One of my bridesmaids caught the bouquet. Then I threw the garter and guess who caught it. You guessed it my former lover and friend, James. He blew me a kiss and then faded back into the crowd.

Philip and I snuck away to our hotel room to change and get ready for the reception which was to take place shortly. Of course, Philip insisted on helping me off with my wedding dress, and then he suggested that we get a little sample of the wedding night before going to the reception hall. I was hot enough, from seeing James that I thought seriously of taking him up on it, but then I would have had to take a shower which coupled with the time it would take for a decent fuck and I knew we would be late.

Instead of a fuck, I suggested that I give him a blowjob, but he said that he could wait. So we changed out of our bridal attire and headed to the reception hall.

Music was playing and everyone seemed to be having a good time when we walked in. The next half hour was spent with folks coming up and offering their congratulations. Philip and I managed to grab a bite of food before the compulsory dances began. I melted into Philip’s arms as the band played the first dance. I felt so safe there. The problem was that I was imagining those arms belonged to someone else. The music stopped and I was breathing heavily. Are you okay, Philip asked.

Yes, of course. I am just looking forward to when we can be alone as man and wife. I hoped that he would believe the lie.

And then I had to go back to the dance floor for the Father-Daughter dance. And of course, the best man had to get to waltz me around the floor. Finally, we got ready to say our goodbyes when I felt a hand on my elbow.

Congratulations, Jules, James said. Do you suppose that I could have one last dance for old times sake?

I don’t think that is a good idea, I began. I am sure that Philip is anxious to get going.

How about it, Philip? James asked. May I have one last dance with my old flame?

I was sure that those last three words would