Their Wedding

By Carlos Sonarts

If you are looking for a collection of stories that will leave you wanting more, look no further than "Their Wedding" by Riven Lucifer. With its engaging tone, vivid characters, and myriad benefits, this book is an essential addition to any collection. 
  
One of the unique features of "Their Wedding" is the way Riven Lucifer brings each character to life. The protagonists in each story are relatable and realistic, making it easy for readers to connect with them on a personal level. The book is also written in a friendly and engaging tone that makes it easy to get lost in the world of the stories. 

In addition to the gripping storytelling and vivid characters, "Their Wedding" also has a range of benefits that make it a must-have for anyone looking to explore their dark side.
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Peter Martinez
• Release date: Apr 14, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215864128

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Table of contents

Their wedding

First time with another man

In the city

The  escort

Their Wedding

Author: Carlos Sonarts

Their wedding 

CH 01

Michael and Ashley are surprised at how few cash gifts they received from their wedding.

To pay for their lavish Valentine's Day wedding, a groom offered vendors sex with his bride in full payment for the services rendered.

Absolutely stunning as if she were a model on the cover of Brides magazine with a bouquet of white roses, Ashley looked beautiful in her fifteen hundred dollar white wedding dress. In keeping with the Valentine's Day theme, Michael wore a black tuxedo with tails, a top hat and a red rose in his lapel. Since they were both tall and handsome, they made a stunning couple.

To celebrate their wedding anniversary and to forever commemorate their anniversary on this day of love, they had chosen this day, Valentine's Day, as their wedding anniversary. Ashley walked slowly down the aisle, followed by her maid of honor and four bridesmaids, all wearing red dresses and holding bouquets of red roses. Michael's best man and four best man, all dressed in black tuxedos, had red roses in their lapels. The church and hall were decorated with dozens of beautiful red and white roses on Valentine's Day, the day of roses and love.

Then at the reception, with a choice of roast beef or seafood for eighty dollars a plate, they drank the two bottles of wine their caterer provided at each table for their hundred guests. They danced the night away, only stopping to eat and greet friends and family while posing for photos and videotaping. A beautiful wedding, it was a memorable affair made even more memorable when the bride and groom were unable to pay for it.

* * * * *

Now that the wedding was over in a crowd of invited guests, Michael was finally alone with his new bride, Ashley, in their hotel room before heading to Marcos Island, Florida for their honeymoon. They booked a suite for five nights at $600 a night at the Marco Beach Ocean Resort, which cost them $3,000. But before they embark on their honeymoon, there were a few things they needed to take care of first. They had to pay the wedding planner, florist, invitation printer, bandleader, photographer, videographer, hall owner, limousine service operator, and caterer for providing the food, alcohol, and services of their staff.

As if they had just robbed a bank or robbed a liquor store, they sat on the bed between them with their wedding money in the middle of the bed after counting the money they received as gifts for their wedding. Surprised at how little money there was, hoping they made a miscalculation, they counted it three times. Each time they counted it, they counted the same small amount. Expecting to receive more than enough money to at least pay for their wedding and pay everyone they owed, unfortunately and disappointingly, there wasn't enough money to cover the expenses of their wedding.

What are we going to do, Michael? Ashley held the money in her hands, just over five thousand dollars in cash, which they had received as wedding gifts. She looked at her husband as if he had all the answers and knew what to do. With the caterer alone costing eight thousand dollars and the open bar bill another fifteen hundred dollars, we can't even come close to paying for our wedding with the little money we got, Ashley said.

She looked at her husband like she was about to cry. Then she looked at her husband resolutely, as if she had already decided to call off their honeymoon. An event almost as important as the wedding and wedding reception, they had no choice but to cancel their honeymoon. At least they could save some money in the process by not spending more money they don't have and can't afford.

I'm sorry Ashley, but don't worry. I'll think of something, he said.

He looked at her hopefully while she looked at him sadly.

First thing we have to do is cancel our honeymoon, said Ashley, who already seemed disillusioned that they couldn't afford a honeymoon. We can't afford to leave now. Already in debt before the wedding and now even more in debt after the wedding, we can no longer spend money that we cannot afford. We can't be in more debt than we already are.

Since that Valentine's Day night was also his wedding night, Michael looked at his bride with sadness instead of joy. An understatement to receive these small gifts in cash surprised her. Instead of giving them money and seemingly getting rid of gifts that others had received for their weddings but didn't want, some of their friends gave them useless and duplicate gifts that they didn't want and couldn't use. They received two toasters, a blender, an iron, three fondue sets, a punch set and four crystal vases. What they needed and wanted for their wedding was money instead of wedding gifts that they would never use and would no doubt give away to someone else.

Don't worry Ash, I'll think of something, Michael said again, confidentially assuring that he would think of something. I'm glad we only made a reservation for the hotel and didn't pay a deposit as they asked us to do. Since all of our credit cards were exhausted, I couldn't put down a deposit even if I wanted to put down a deposit, he said with a sad little laugh.

She looked at her new husband with love, trust, trust and hope that he would come up with something to fix her financial setback and get their marriage off to a flying start. Now that she was relishing her fantasy of being a beautiful bride at her romantic Valentine's Day wedding, reality reared its ugly head. She realized that her new life was no different from her old life. Married just hours, instead of basking in the glow of a new bride's happiness, she imagined her misery as a tired housewife and a working mother saddled with children while her husband cheats on her. She envisioned struggling financially throughout her marriage.

From her highest point of happiness to her lowest point of sadness while still wearing her wedding dress, she stood outside on the hotel balcony to get some air. Already feeling depressed and trapped in a marriage that had her doomed from the start, she couldn't breathe. As she stared at the ground below, she might be contemplating swan jumping from her balcony twenty stories up to the hotel pool. Only since she has everything to live for, since she is so young, so beautiful and so sexy, she wouldn't do it. With everything to live for, a handsome husband, and both ready to start a family, she would never do it.

From this day forward to have and to hold, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish 'till death do us part, Ashley said, as if reciting her marriage vows one more time .

Having enough money for a down payment to buy a house was more important to her than honeymooning at an expensive Florida beach resort. Not being a virgin as they had already had sex dozens of times, maybe even hundreds of times, she felt like her honeymoon was over long before her wedding. Also, Ashley has been sexually active since she was 18, just as her mother Anne and big sister Julie were promiscuous whores, Ashley was also a promiscuous whore.

She was just as sexually promiscuous as Michael was in his youth. Back before they were married, just like there wasn't a pussy he wouldn't finger, lick and fuck, there wasn't a cock she wouldn't stroke, suck and/or fuck. Long before she met and dated Michael after losing her virginity in the backseat of a '60s muscle car. Back then, she had too many friends to count, and they all not only wanted sex, they expected sex. Literally and figuratively, she was the head cheerleader of the football team.

The perfect if odd couple, with her as a whore and her then-boyfriend, a whore dealer, she was the boyfriend of a college quarterback who enjoyed bragging about his sexual conquests to anyone who would listen. From there, she continued to sow her wild oats by attending wild drunken frat parties and spring break orgies featuring immoral, lewd, and shameful sex. She had numerous sexual relationships in college before she even met, became engaged, and married Michael.

But with all that sexual activity back then and her desire now that she's married to be a faithful wife who takes her vows seriously, that was all for her. By the time she met Michael and fell in love, she was done with empty sex. She was done with one night stands, wild drunk parties, orgies and gang bangs. Ever the party girl, if she didn't toast champagne after her wedding reception for the rest of her life, she'd be happy. Alcohol always led to her downfall and her having sex.

But sadly and realistically, when her parents started their married life together with nothing, not that they are now poor, they didn't want to repeat their cycle of fighting and fighting over money. Ashley's mother, Anne, had no money until she divorced her father and got the house, along with everything else, for him to live in sin with his oh so young and sexy secretary. Michael's mother, Katherine, had no money until his father died, leaving her an extensive life insurance policy.

Ashley and Michael wanted at least enough for a down payment to buy a house and were determined to start their marriage with more than less. Unfortunately, their high hopes, unrealistic expectations, and big dreams clouded their reality. But not all their fault, it was the economy, fool, that got in their way. It was the top 1% that had it all and the other 99% that was left to divide up what little was left. All the well-paying full-time jobs in manufacturing with social benefits had long since disappeared abroad. What was left were low-paying part-time and service jobs with no benefits, no security, no union protections, and no retirement.

* * * * *

With most couples giving us a paltry $100 at a wedding reception for $80 a plate and losing $60 a couple, most invitees didn't even pay enough to cover the cost of their meal. Newly married and already in more debt Michael, Ashley said. Trusting that we would do it, we promised everyone that we would pay them after the wedding. Now unless we spend every last dollar we have, including the money we saved from our house fund to pay down our house, we can't pay everyone. That's where our dream of buying a house goes, said Ashley, who rather fell into a deep fear.

Since Valentine's Day, her wedding anniversary, was supposed to be one of the happiest days of her life, she was so sad. Michael held his bride's hand in his and stared at the 2 carat engagement ring, worth six thousand dollars, that he had bought her and would pay for over the next two years. If he had already paid for the ring, he might consider pawning it. But he couldn't do that to her; he could not pawn her engagement ring. What kind of husband would he be to pawn his wife's engagement ring on their wedding day? Also, if he did, he would only get a fraction of what it's worth while still having to pay the rest.

He could also sell his car and/or her car, but how would they get to work? Also, they still paid the bank for car loans and couldn't sell their cars. He tried to think of everything he had of value. Selling his beloved baseball card collection or diecast car collection? Maybe he could sell one of his guns. The only real thing he had of value wasn't a thing at all but a person, his beautiful wife Ashley, and she was definitely not for sale.

As he tried to find a way out of this dire financial situation, he stared into her big blue eyes with love, compassion and understanding. she was so beautiful she was so sexy With him, the man and the provider, he felt worse than she did. He felt as if he had not only let her down, but let her down. Surely there was a way they could raise the money to bridge the gap between what they received and what they owed without spending every dollar they had saved to pay down their house must. Luckily her mother paid for her wedding dress, otherwise they would owe it too.

Although he had only been there a few months, he wondered if he could ask for a raise at work. Instead of getting a few hundred bucks like last year, he was wondering what his Christmas bonus would be this year after working there for a full year, but that was ten months from now. He would have to look at the posting board to see if there are any upcoming promotions he could be applying for now and hoping for. After all, he could always give up this job for a better-paying one. However, it wasn't good economics to quit a job and hope to get a better one.

Even if our elected officials say otherwise, citing the low unemployment rate, it's still a bad economy, Ashley, he said, as if thinking out loud without completing the thought that allowed him to to come to this conclusion. Only the rich get richer.

Not entirely wrong, but simplistic in his understanding of economics, he blamed politicians for not doing anything to get jobs abroad for the past forty years. Ever since Nixon froze wages with the 1973 oil embargo, he accused politicians of allowing wages to stagnate while inflation spiraled out of control. As roads and bridges have fallen into disrepair across the country, he blamed politicians for failing to fund infrastructure to repair roads and bridges. Yet apparently fighting someone else's oil war was always better and more lucrative than spending a trillion dollars at home that would create jobs and a better middle-class economy.

You're right, Michael, but the economy and job creation are things that are out of our control, she said, appearing to be getting increasingly depressed.

As if he were lecturing on the state of the economy and as if she were his audience, he complained of the same grievances he had repeatedly made before. We can only change what we control.

With her contagious sadness, he looked at her hopelessly, just as she looked at him unhappily.

Unless you work for a dot-com startup or at an IT company like Apple, Google, Facebook or Microsoft, high-paying benefits jobs are a thing of the past. With the union busting, most high-paying manufacturing jobs have disappeared overseas to China. With a lot of people still unemployed or working in low-paying part-time jobs with no benefits, no one has money to split up at a wedding, Michael said.

Ashley looked at her husband hopelessly with tears in her eyes.

I just wish we'd thought about it beforehand, Ashley said. Expenses I ignored and should have realized it was my fault for having such an expensive wedding. I could have saved more, she said. We could have had a beautiful wedding if we had invited half the guests and we didn't have to have an open bar. But anything like the photographer, the videographer, the printer, the hall, the limo service, and the band are fixed costs. No matter how many guests we invited, they would always ask the same thing.

He smiled at her and leaned in to kiss her.

With this day, Valentine's Day and our wedding anniversary, every woman should have at least one special day in her life. Since we have to work for the rest of our lives, every woman should have her dream wedding, he said. I regret nothing. I'm glad you had your one special day. So what if we're in debt? Don't worry. I'll come up with something, said Michael, who played his role as her responsible and controlling husband.

Ashley continued to look sadly at Michael as he looked at her with determined determination.

By naively expecting more from the generosity of friends and family, we're more in debt than we were before we married, she said sadly. I thought things would get better after we got married. I didn't think they would be any worse.

He gave her a supportive smile and a loving kiss on the lips.

No worries. As long as you're willing to help, he said, giving her a mischievous smile. I have an idea for how we can pay for our wedding and keep the money we already have for a down payment on a house, Michael said, giving his new bride a foreboding look.

* * * * *

He gave her the same forbidden look now that he gave her when he asked her to partake in the swinging lifestyle with him two years before their wedding. After getting tired of having empty sex, she didn't want to give her body to other men anymore after finding Michael. Not wanting to have sex with others at all, she was coerced by her peers and pressured by her friends and lost her virginity at the age of 18. From there, when she lost her virginity, she went to the dark side and became a whore.

But even though she refused to try the swing, Michael didn't take no for an answer. He saw her more as the whore he wanted and needed than the regal, loving and caring woman that she was. Instead of swinging, she wanted to get married, buy a house and start a family. Fearful of losing him, he pressured her and forced her to give up her body to other men. Unable to stop once it started, having sex with strangers was different for men than it was for women, often more gross than sexually exciting.

He was implacable in his desire and need to live the swinging lifestyle with her by his side. After pressuring her and forcing her to swing with him, she finally gave in and reluctantly agreed to have sex with other couples. She eventually conceded and reluctantly agreed to have sex with other men while he watched and masturbated himself. She eventually conceded and reluctantly agreed to allow him to have sex with other women while wincing. She finally gave in and reluctantly agreed to have sex with other women while he watched and masturbated himself.

With no end to the amount of sex that Michael needed and wanted to have with women and that he needed and wanted her to have with men, she would sometimes have sex with two men while he was having sex with two women. Sometimes they would have an orgy with three or four other couples. He went as far as her giving a circle cum while kneeling in the middle of four to six men, and he enjoyed watching her fondle and suck the erect cocks of a circle of men. He enjoyed watching men cum in her mouth.

She even had a bukkake feast where a dozen men ejaculated her cum in her mouth, all over her face, in her hair, and all over her large, bare breasts. Literally and figuratively they really gave her quite a cum bath. She drew the line at his request and refused to let men pee on her and in her mouth. There was absolutely no way she would humiliate herself in this disgusting way.

Are you crazy Michael? This is so gross. This is so gross. Do you have absolutely no respect for me? If it wasn't enough that I agreed to have a circle wank and bukkake fest while you watched and masturbated, but I'm not going to let men pee on me and pee in my mouth, she said, looking at him as if there was something seriously wrong with him. What's wrong with you? Next you will Ask me to do scat and shit games. That's just gross, Michael, and you're gross," Ashley said, refusing to continue participating in the swinging lifestyle.

After participating in the swinging lifestyle for two years, there was nothing she hadn't done or seen sexually aside from piss and shit play. Formerly embarrassed about sexually perverted things that she was no longer embarrassed about, proud to be a whore, sexually enlightened if nothing else, her swing opened her eyes to a new sexual reality and identity. Despite her swinging adventures, where she now wanted her husband to be the only man in her life, she insisted they stop swinging before they got married, and they did.

Just as she no longer wanted to share her body with other men, she didn't want her husband to share his body with other women. Tired of all the dirty, sexual pillow talk about having sex with other people, she wanted him to focus his pillow talk solely on having sex with her. Now that she was his wife and he was her husband, just as she had hoped to begin her marriage with money, she wanted to begin her marriage with self-respect, honesty, fidelity, and openness. She wanted a house, children and a family.

Tired of attending swinger dances, going to house parties, and responding to swinger ads online, she wanted to live a normal life as his faithful, loving wife. With sex playing too big a role in her life, she didn't want to caress, suck and fuck any more men she had just met and barely known. She no longer wanted him fingering, licking and fucking women he had just met and barely known. Not as into women as Michael enjoyed watching her having sex with women, if she didn't finger and/or lick another pussy for the rest of her life she would be fine with that.

* * * * *

Ashley, a tall, beautiful, naturally blonde, college educated woman with big blue eyes, large breasts, and a sexy and shapely body made all of her bridesmaids jealous, including her big sister, her maid of honor. Since no one knows or even suspects what goes on behind closed bedroom doors, if only her friends and family knew she's a whore and an ex-swinger instead of a blushing bride, wouldn't they be surprised? After sucking too many cocks to count and getting fucked in her mouth and pussy dozens of times by dozens of different men, if anyone shouldn't be dressed in virgin white it's her.

If she had chosen not to wear white, a more appropriate color for the wedding dress would have been red or black to match her bridesmaids. But determined to leave her college whore days and swinger sex behind, the only man in her life and in her bed was now her husband. She had no regrets, no embarrassment, no shame, and no guilt, just as her promiscuous college days were behind her, so were her unbridled, swinging days. She was no longer a wicked whore, but a married woman and a respectable wife, and soon the moral and humble mother of her children.

Apparently, when in doubt, she agreed with him, since she had enough faith in her new husband to trust him to do the right thing for her. But the glaring reality of having to pay for their wedding on Valentine's Day, a wedding they couldn't afford, wasn't a good way to start their marriage. Between their college loan debt, credit card debt, and car payments, just as they continued their old single lives and couldn't get out of hand, they began their married life with even more debt to the banks.

Naively immature in their turn, they accepted the generosity of their invited guests to bail them out of their financial straits. They figured they would get enough money to at least pay for their exorbitant, extravagant wedding. Compared to the average cost of a $27,000 wedding, their $19,000 wedding wasn't as exorbitant and extravagant as they thought.

Regardless of the cost of their wedding, they hoped that not only would they pay for the wedding, but they would also receive enough money to pay for their honeymoon. In her wildest dreams and most unrealistic imaginations, Ashley hoped they would rake in enough money from the wedding to even have a down payment on a house. Since none of that happened, they now had to pay their wedding expenses.

Luckily her parents, aunts, uncles, grandparents and close family friends had deposited enough money prior to the wedding to match the money they had received from their hundred invited guests. But even with that money, they were still nine thousand three hundred and fifty dollars short of paying the rest of their wedding expenses. Even then, they would start on the wrong foot financially by withdrawing the money from their home savings fund. They naively thought that the first year of marriage would be easier rather than more difficult with the expected money they thought they would receive from their marriage.

With my dream of owning a home and having enough money to build it, I would do anything to start our marriage debt free. Anything, I would do anything, Michael, anything to start our marriage without having to spend a dime. We saved up and got a gift from our wedding, Ashley said, giving her husband a long, wet kiss. I would do everything we can to have enough money left over to pay a down payment on our dream home."

He kissed her long and deep, returning her passion with his passion. Only, since Michael took her literally, she didn't understand what she was saying when she said she would do anything, anything, to start her marriage debt free. Since he made everything she said sexual, she had no idea what she was getting into when she said she would do anything, anything, so they have enough money left over to buy their dream home. Already imagining that she would do anything sexually, he wondered how far she would willingly and consensually go on her promise to do anything sexually to pay off their wedding debt while keeping the money they already had together to keep with their savings.

Hold that thought, Ash, Michael said, looking at his new bride with trepidation mixed with sexual anticipation. With an ulterior motive, he obviously had the perfect plan. Just so there's no misunderstandings later, are you really willing to do anything so we can start our marriage debt-free? Are you really willing to do anything to give us the money we have? now combined with the money we received from the wedding. Are you willing to do whatever it takes to put our house down and buy the furniture we need to furnish it?"

Knowing him all too well, she looked at him suspiciously, albeit with a determination to begin their marriage debt-free and with their savings intact. She obviously knew him well enough to know what he was thinking and looked at him with fear and dismay before looking at him with sexual excitement. Better sex than crime, at least, she hoped what he was thinking was more sexual than crime. Only, the last thing she wanted to do vehemently was trade sexual favors for money to pay off her wedding debt.

Sorry, I know you as well as I do, she said with a dirty laugh. I should have qualified my statement. She took a deep breath and frowned to give him a serious look. "As long as I don't need to rob a bank, sell drugs, or murder someone for money, then yes, I will do whatever is legal. I'll do anything that doesn't get me in jail. I