The Bargaining Chip
The Big Day
Shane's point of view
Why the fuck am I getting married? I don't love Amy. She's cute, and she's the type of person who would do anything for you. Sweet, but not for me. Shit. 3:30 in the morning, and I'm getting married in eight hours. I called Andrea, who answered the phone in a sleepy, hung over voice. I told her I needed her. She was at my apartment in twenty minutes. I fucked her like it was my last day on earth. I drove so hard into her she put her head in the mattress and tried not to scream. I came so much. When we were done she took my cock and told me to be easy on Amy the virgin. I told her that we can still hook up, this isn't the end. She hesitated and said okay...what difference does it make now?
Around eight am she had to leave, to go to her parents' house to help Amy with the wedding. I told her that Amy will be moving in with me, but I still want to fuck her. We'll save that for her apartment. She nodded and left without a word.
We were at the church. I was in the side room, pacing. Rick and my other buddies were there. I needed some air, and stepped outside. Rick, my best friend since we were kids, stepped out with me. He could tell I was nervous.
"So...this to death till we part. How bad is it?" I asked him.
"You'll be fine. It's just jitters. Trust me. When you have the right one, you have a good life."
"You and Lori...been together since high school. We're in our 30s now."
"Yep. And I never regret a second. She's the world to me. And with a second child on the way...there's nothing like coming home after a shit day and have someone to talk to."
"The sex. It never gets stale?"
He was embarrassed. "Nah. When it's true love, the real deal, it's all good. Simple thing is I love her. Pure and simple. Google Karma Sutra if you get bored. Trust me." He patted my back and laughed.
We were called in. It was time to start.
Each of Amy's bridesmaids were beautiful. I wondered how they were in bed.
Andrea walked down the aisle, and looked hot. She looked at me and I wanted to fuck her right there.
Everyone stood up, and Amy walked down the aisle. She looked really nice. Very cute. She had her hair in wavy curls, nice dress, and big smile. But no cleavage.
It seemed like it was never going to end, and the pastor said "you may kiss your bride."
I kissed Amy, and every cheered and clapped.
We walked down the aisle first, her arm in mine.
Rick extended his arm to Andrea, who shoved it away and walked ahead of him.
It was a long drive to the reception hall. Amy and I were alone in the limo. She was kissing me, and I shoved my tongue in her mouth. She was surprised, but I said to her "its okay, baby. I'll make this good for you." I unzipped my pants, and took out my cock. I told her what to do. She was clueless.
She blew on me like I was a birthday candle. I asked her what she was doing. She said "blow-job, right?" Shit...I have to explain everything to her? I pulled her up, and licked both of her hands. I had her jerk me off. My cum landed several feet away. She asked if we should clean it up, and I shook my head. That's not our problem. I put my hand under her dress. She had on so much stuff...a skirt on under the dress, pantyhose...who wears those anymore...and I finally got to her pussy. She looked scared, and I slid a finger inside. She looked uncomfortable. I started stroking her clit, and she smiled. Shit...we were at the reception place. I just realized I'm 34 and married to a 23 year old virgin who doesn't know shit about sex. I had to teach her everything. Fuck. Time to act like a happy couple.