Author's note: The saga of Mistress-in-Training Marie and her sissy Charles has reached the point of their marriage. After the ceremony, Marie achieves her ambition and becomes a hotwife, making Charles a cuckold in the process

As in all my fictional stories, all characters are over the age of eighteen, and all sexual practices described are performed consensually.

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The Making of a Mistress. Chapter 4: Marriage - Mission Accomplished.

Following their return home after the visit to Sara and Paula was cut short, both Marie and Charles were extremely busy, in preparation for their wedding. Three of the five weeks had raced by, and Marie was beginning to get very nervous.

Sara and Paula were due back in Wales this coming weekend after their trip abroad. Thankfully, they would both be present for the wedding, which was to be somewhat unorthodox, to say the least.

Marie had discussed the arrangements with her soon-to-be mother-in-law, before putting them to Sara, who had grinned and readily accepted the plans. Charles hadn't been consulted at all, because, as Marie pointed out, he had agreed that he was entering a Female Led Marriage, and thus was expected to do as he was told.

When he was informed of the arrangements by Marie, Charles blushed, and surreptitiously touched his cock lock, which had suddenly become uncomfortably tight.

"That sounds perfect!" he squealed excitedly. "I'll book a day off for the suit and dress fitting."

Marie smiled.

"Theodora has invited us both down to her house tomorrow," she said. "She's arranged for us to meet the vicar and the costumer. By this time tomorrow night, we'll both have our wedding outfits, and then it will just be a matter of arranging for the best man and the bridesmaid to be measured and fitted too."

They set off for Charles's mother's beautiful Queen Anne cottage bright and early the next morning. Marie drove them in her new Land Rover Discovery, because Charles was still getting used to wearing the butt plug that Marie had started putting in him every morning, in preparation for his wedding night 'de-flowering', when she told him he was going to be pegged in front of a select group of friends.

They arrived in good time, and were greeted by Sebastian, the butler, who also did other household duties, including regularly fucking, Charles's mother, Theodora.

"Mrs North-Thompkins is in the lounge," Sebastian informed them. "She instructed me to tell you to join her there."

Charles set off, leaving Marie to whisper to Sebastian,

"No groping today then?" (On her last visit, Sebastian had managed to rub his hand against Marie's tit whilst helping her to take off her coat.)

"No Miss," replied Sebastian, blushing," and Mrs North-Thompkins has given me a final warning. Any more and I'll be out!"

"You just be very careful around me, my husband and anyone I ever bring here in future," Marie said in a very threatening voice.

"If I ever see you disrespecting any of my friends again, I'll rip your balls off and feed them to the dogs. Do I make myself clear?"

"Perfectly, Miss Marie," he replied politely.

Satisfied that her message had been understood, Marie stalked off to the lounge, where Dora was sitting, sipping a glass of what looked like white wine.

"Darling," she greeted Marie, standing up and opening her arms in welcome.

"How lovely to see you again. And such a happy occasion! The vicar will be here in about a quarter of an hour. Will you have a glass of wine?"

"Yes please," answered Marie, embracing Theodora and kissing her cheek.

"Www," she said, releasing the older woman and looking at her from arm's length.

"Have you changed your perfume? You smell delicious."

Theodora smiled, and reached for an ornate box that sat on the coffee table next to where she had been sitting.

"You've told me about some of your vices," she said, "so I suppose it's only fair that you know some of mine."

She opened the box and Marie saw that it was a humidor, and it contained about a dozen or so very expensive looking cigars.

"I smoke these," she confessed. "I have one at about this time every morning, usually after a bout of lovely fucking with Sebastian. But he's been a naughty boy again, so he's not getting any until I've forgiven him!"

Marie giggled.

"When will that be?" she asked.

"Well I'm gagging for some cock, so probably by about three o'clock this afternoon!" Theodora said with a wicked grin.

Charles, who had long known about his Mummy's love of a good cigar, stayed silent. He had only recently learned that his father was an unfaithful husband, and that his darling Mummy was being fucked by the butler. He certainly had an opinion on these goings on, but he knew that as a submissive, he must keep his opinions to himself.

"My mentor, Dr Sara is a cigar smoker too," Marie told Theodora. "I gave up cigarettes years ago, but when I met Sara recently, she gave me a puff or two of hers, and I must say I enjoyed the taste."

"Paula has a smoking fetish, so it's a useful tool to torment her," she continued, "so please feel free to smoke at the wedding. I know Sara will, and I certainly intend to."

Marie missed the look of glee on Charles's face, but Theodora certainly did not.

There was a knock on the door, and Sebastian came in.

"The Reverend and Mrs Repton are here, madam," he announced, stepping aside to allow the visitors to enter.

Theodora stood up, and greeted her visitors, with a smile.

"Vicar, Gillian, welcome. Thank you for coming so promptly. And I see Gillian's brought Cassius too. How lovely."

Marie supposed that Cassius was the slobbering German Shepherd who seemed to have been aroused by something, as the very pink tip of his cock could be seen peeping out from between his hind legs.

"You know my sissy son, Charles, of course," Theodora continued, "and may I introduce Marie, his bride to be and the lady who is going to be his hotwife and his Mistress Owner once they are married."

Marie shook hands with the vicar, who muttered something about women getting above their station.

"We all have our little foibles," he said, "my own wife included. But she knows her place, and if she steps out of line, she willingly accepts the consequences!"

"I was wicked this morning," Gillian confessed, blushing deeply. "I burned Eustace's toast. But I've been forgiven, because Eustace said that I took my punishment bravely. It was a severe tit beating."

"Show Mrs North-Thompkins your chastised tits, my dear," beamed the vicar, but Theodora intervened.

"I don't think that will be necessary vicar," she said firmly," and please remember what the Good Book says when you criticise Marie and Charles's chosen lifestyle. Am I correct when I quote 'Judge not, lest ye be judged'?"

"Don't forget, I know your little foible too!"

Marie looked at Theodora, who winked and mouthed "Later!"

"You know this isn't going to be a traditional wedding, don't you?"

Marie had turned back to the vicar and was addressing him.

"My dear girl," he said patronisingly, "I am an ordained priest, albeit without a parish at the moment. I consider it my duty to marry those the establishment consider 'alternative'. I can assure you that your wedding will not contain anything that I haven't seen before."

Marie smirked and winked at him.

"Wanna bet?"

"I am not in the habit of making wagers," he replied sniffily, "but I'll humour you. Go on then. Try and shock me!"

Marie held up one finger.

"This is going to be a women and sissy guest only wedding."

The vicar pretended to stifle a yawn.

Marie extended another finger.

"It's going to be a 'tits out' wedding. All guests will have their tits out throughout the ceremony."

He raised his eyebrows and conceded, "That's interesting!"

A third finger joined the previous two.

"The bride will wear a strap-on and will peg the groom, not kiss him!"

Charles squeak of delight sounded at exactly the same time as the vicar's murmur of approval.

"Fourthly, the groom will wear a corset, stockings and high heels. And a cock lock, obviously!"

"Obviously!" retorted the vicar in astonishment.

This bizarre exchange was interrupted by a disturbance in the corner of the room, and when Marie looked she was astounded to see Gillian slumped in her armchair, her frock raised and her legs apart. Cassius was licking her cunt enthusiastically, and she was obviously on the edge of a very powerful orgasm.

Neither her husband the vicar, nor Theodora or Charles seemed put out by this performance, and Marie realised that this must be one of Gillian's 'foibles'.

"To each her or his own," she thought, and said nothing.

After the vicar and his wife had gone, leaving behind promises of the exact type of wedding that she wanted, Marie turned to her hostess and asked,

"Is this going to be a legal wedding? If not, I want to warn everyone that it's off and Charles and I will have a proper wedding elsewhere!"

"Don't panic, my dear " Theodora reassured her. "As he said, Eustace is an ordained minister. He was a real high flyer until he got caught in the midst of performing one of his foibles."

"Which is?" Marie asked, intrigued.

"Well, you saw Gillian getting licked out by that bloody big dog," Theodora said with a grin, "she also lets it fuck her. She and Eustace have a large poodle bitch as well, and he likes to fuck that!"

Marie's eyes widened in shock, and she put her hand up to her mouth to stop herself from laughing.

Theodora continued, "Eustace has got so much dirt on many of his fellow clergy that the bishop agreed that he wouldn't be sacked, but that he'd go into retreat as they put it."

"So now, he and Gillian live in a parish property which has a private chapel in the garden of the house. It's what they call a 'grace and favour' residence. It's actually at the back of my garden, and we can walk to the chapel on Saturday through the two gardens. They are completely private, so he can fuck his poodle and beat his wife, and she can be fucked and licked by Cassius and get her tits beaten black and blue. They don't harm anyone else and they seem to enjoy it!"

Marie smiled uncertainly, looked at Charles and said,

"Do you have any objections?"

"As long as you are happy, Mistress, I am perfectly content," he replied, and he topped both his mother and Marie's wine glass up with a smile.

The costumer had arrived promptly, and turned out to be a cross-dressing transsexual who had been at school with Charles, who remembered him, and asked if he still called himself Michael.

It appeared not. Having established straight away that the preferred form of address was either Mitzi or it, the costumer showed no surprise at Marie's choice of clothing.

It had a catalogue to show, and Marie chose a pink leather corset with black lacing for Charles to wear to his wedding. White lacy stockings went very well with the pink, and seven inch stiletto heels would ensure that Charles would need to be leaning forward to keep his balance.

"So when the time comes for you to peg him," Mitzi said with a sly grin, "his arse will be in the perfect position for your strap-on, and your guests will be able to enjoy the show as well!"

Marie thanked it and chose a pair of black leather trousers for Sara, who was to be her "best woman." She asked if Mitzi could provide a similar pair for her, but with a split crotch, so that she could peg Charles with a double headed dildo, and fuck herself at the same time.

"Nothing is impossible," grinned Mitzi. "You leave it all to me and my team, and we'll have the perfect creation for you to peg your sissy and get yourself off at the same time!"

Charles paid for everything up front, and Mitzi promised to have everything made up and delivered to Theodora during the week of the wedding.

Before they left, Mitzi asked about bridesmaids, and Marie assured it that Sara's sissy husband Paula was going to be Charles's bridesmaid, and that Sara already had chosen the outfit that Paula was going to be made to wear.

When they left, Theodora gave Charles a peck on the cheek, but she gave Marie a full blown tongues-and-all kiss on the lips. As they broke away, she winked at Marie.

"I can't wait for this 'tits out' wedding!" she whispered with a grin.

Back home, there was lots still to organise and not a lot of time to do it. She texted Sara with a report on how the wedding planning meeting had gone, including what Sara was to wear.

The reply came back eventually, with Sara hinting that she had news for Marie. Could she and Paula call in to see Marie and Charles on their way back to Wales?

"Of course," Marie texted back, and she instructed Charles to make sure that the guest bedroom was prepared for the weekend. If Sara and Paula decided to stay over, then Charles and Paula would need somewhere to sleep, as Marie would be fucking Sara in the master bedroom.

As it turned out, Sara didn't have time to stay the weekend. She needed to get back home so that her daughter Mary and Mary's wife Cee could return to the island to take charge of the medical centre there.

Sara had arrived with Paula, of course, but she also had two friends with her.

"Marie, this is Felicity, or to give her her full title, the Honourable Lady Felicity Coxe, and her husband Alan."

Marie smiled and shook both of Sara's friends' hand.

"Any friend of Sara's is welcome here " she said.

"Thank you, my dear," replied Felicity. "Actually, Sara has filled me in on how you intend to live after your wedding. May I be so inquisitive as to ask if you have booked a honeymoon yet?"

"We haven't," replied Marie. "I know Sara will be here for the wedding and then a week afterwards she returns to this island she talks about so much. I really wanted to spend as much time with her and Paula so that my sissy and I can learn as much as we can."

"Well Sara isn't due back on the island for a week after your wedding," Felicity said. " Would you mind if I made a suggestion?"

"Not at all," replied Marie, who was intrigued to hear where this conversation was going.

"My proposition is this," continued Felicity. "You marry Charles on the Saturday, spend the night doing what newly married hotwives do, and on the Sunday morning, you accompany Alan and myself back to the island for your honeymoon."

"You'll have a week to get to know Mary and Clarice, and you can also meet Debby and her partner, Stephanie. Then Sara and Paula will be back on the island for a month."

"You can be mentored by Sara on the beach, in the play areas, you can eat, drink, swim and relax on my beautiful island, and start your life as a hotwife perfectly!"

"In all that list of things, you never once mentioned fucking or pegging!" Marie said with a grin.

"Oh there's plenty of both of those things," replied Felicity, " and if you ever want to go down the 'swinger' route, you can peg Alan here, whilst I give your sissy a good arse fucking!"

"In that case," replied Marie, "on behalf of my sissy and myself, I accept your very generous offer. What do you say to Lady Felicity, Cunt?"

"Thank you very much, your Ladyship," replied Charles formally. None of the people present thought anything of Marie's name for her sissy. They all knew that his full name was Charles Ulysses North-Thompkins, and that he was Marie's C U N-T in both name and figuratively too.

When Sara and her sissy and their friends left, it was with Marie and Charles's gratitude, together with their assurance that when they all met up again for the wedding, a good time for all was guaranteed.

Charles went into the bank most days during the next fortnight. He wanted to make sure that everything was running smoothly in his department before he went on honeymoon. He would be away, he told his father and the other bank directors, for five weeks, so he wanted everything to be spot-on before he left.

Sara was as good as her word. She kept in touch with Marie daily, and Marie was delighted to be told in the course of one telephone call that Sara had managed to 'persuade' her own long-time lover, Julian, to get in touch with the bride-to-be, with a view to helping her become a proper hotwife.

When Charles got home from the bank later that afternoon, Marie told him that she had some exciting news. She had started a daily routine whereby when Charles came home, she would undress him and allow him to suckle her whilst she sat on the settee and played with his cock and balls, which were, of course, securely locked up.

Charles lay down with his head in Marie's lap. Deftly, she exposed a tit and thumbed her own nipple erect. When she gave him the go-ahead, Charles latched onto her and began to suckle. Marie cupped his balls in one hand and began to squeeze them.

Dr Sara phoned at dinner time," Marie began, "and she told me that Julian, the hunk that I told you about, has expressed an interest in helping me develop as a hotwife. You don't have any objections do you?"

Charles released Marie's nipple with a faint plopping sound,

"Of course not, Mistress," he replied eagerly. "You are going to need regular pleasuring after we are married, and I am well aware that my cock just isn't up to the job."

"If I am allowed to, I will continue to pleasure you with my tongue, but hotwives need regular fucking I know. It will be a pleasure to welcome your hunk into our lives, and I hope you'll allow me to serve you both, as Paula does with Ms Sara and her lover."

He paused, waiting for Marie's response.

"I've given that prospect a good deal of thought this afternoon," Marie said, stroking his head and guiding his mouth back onto her needy nipple.

"Julian can't come to the wedding, as he's playing rugby that afternoon, but he will be able to come to the party your mother has organised for the evening. I thought it would be fun if you got Julian nice and hard for me, and then you helped put his man sized cock in me so that he could be the first to fuck me as a married woman. How do you feel about that?"

"I'd be honoured, Mistress," replied Charles enthusiastically. "I know Paula has been trained as a fluffer and she does clean up after Ms Sara has been fucked."

"If you think I'm worth training, I'd love to please you by being your fluffer and your clean up cuckold."

Marie smiled and gave his balls a gentle squeeze.

"Of course I'll train you to suck cock," she smiled, "and you'll learn to swallow too."

Charles resumed his suckling with a soppy grin on his face, and Marie continued to torment his cock and balls.

"Oh look," she cooed a couple of minutes later, "your little cocklet is starting to weep chastity tears!"

That was a term she'd picked up from Sara, and it referred to the pre-cum that signalled that a cock locked sissy was reaching the edge, and that further stimulation would inevitably result in an orgasm.

Marie let go of Charles's balls and asked,

"How long is it now since you had your last sissygasm?"

Charles checked his watch.

"Four weeks, six days, two hours and twenty seconds," he read dutifully from the chronometer on face of his very expensive watch.

Marie giggled.

"That's such a handy gadget to have on your watch," she said, "it reminds you every second of the day who actually owns your cock and balls!"

"Don't worry, my darling cuckold-in-waiting. You shall have your sissygasm on Saturday in front of all of our guests. I hope you won't let me down? I'm expecting a good glassful of cum for you to toast the hotwife and cuckold with!"

Marie was actually on the phone with Julian the next morning when her handset buzzed, indicating that she had another caller waiting. Explaining to her soon-to-be lover that it might be Theodora or Sara, she blew him a kiss down the phone, and promised to be warm, wet, willing and welcoming for him on the forthcoming Saturday evening.
To her annoyance, it was Charles, who apologised for disturbing her.

"Could you go and pick Mummy up, do you think?" he asked breathlessly. "I've just had some news about Father, and I don't want Mummy to hear it over the phone. I'm on my way home, and we'll celebrate the news together."

"Celebrate?" said Marie anxiously. "Your father is alright, isn't he. I know I've yet to meet him, and from what Theodora tells me, he's a total bastard, but I wouldn't want him to come to any harm."

"Oh, father is fine, thank you," answered Charles cheerfully, "in fact, although he won't be at our wedding, he's given us the greatest wedding present that either of us could imagine!"

"I'm sorry, my beautiful hotwife, I really must dash. I have a few things to sort out here, and I'll be home by five. I've booked a table for dinner at the same restaurant you and I went to recently. If you can pick Mummy up, we'll all go together, and celebrate our good news tonight."

"Charles, for fuck's sake what are you wittering on about?" demanded Marie, but she was talking to the dialling tone.

"Someone's going to get a severe thrashing when he gets home!" she muttered to herself, dialling the number of her prospective mother-in-law to warn her to be ready to go out for dinner that evening.

Charles arrived home, face flushed and out of breath. He raced into the living room and was greeted by the sight of Marie and his mother glaring at him.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, telling me what to do?" said Marie in a harsh voice.

"I love having your mother here, and especially now, because I'm about to demonstrate what happens when my Cunt forgets that he's a sissy sub and that I rule the roost in this house!"

"You are well within your rights, Marie, my dear," agreed Theodora, and turning to Charles, she hissed,

You need a reminder of your status, my boy. Hurry up and get your trousers down. Marie wants to spank you, and I want to watch. And then you can take us out for dinner to show how sorry you are."

Wordlessly, Charles obeyed. His trousers and his frilly sissy knickers came down and he bent over the arm of the chair that Marie had just got up from.

She picked up a solid wooden paddle and showed it to Theodora.

"I'm not going to cane him," she said. "This hurts when it strikes, but it leaves deep bruising too. I want Cunt to remember how he has displeased me every time he sits down for the next few days!"

"Very appropriate," agreed Theodora, taking a cigar tube from her handbag and extracting the cigar. Quickly and efficiently, she cut and lit it, and puffed away luxuriously.

"I'm ready to be entertained," she smiled, and sat back in her armchair.

"No warm up. Straight to it," she warned Charles, and as the decisiveness of her words reached his brain, she swung and landed a fearsome blow on his arse.

THWACK!!!

The sound was like a firecracker going off. Charles raised one of his legs in a reflex action.

THWACK!!!

A similar sound and an exact replica of the raised leg, only this time, Charles hissed in pain as well.

THWACK!!!

The third blow elicited an "Aargh" of agony from Charles. Already his arse cheeks were bright red.

Marie surveyed her handiwork and said,

"Open your legs wider, Cunt, and stop that bloody racket you're making. Your mother is enjoying her cigar and she doesn't want to be disturbed by your noise."

She winked at Theodora, who smiled. Marie felt the need to taste Theodora and her cigar, so she leaned over and kissed the older woman full on the mouth.

"You taste wonderful," she said softly. "Can I persuade you to stay the night? We don't really know each other that well, and I'll be honest. Punishing Cunt always makes me want to be fucked. I've got a strap-on and harness upstairs. Perhaps you could do the honours later on?"

Whilst Theodora was contemplating her offer, Marie resumed her paddling.

THWACK!!!

Blow number four sounded as if an axe had been buried in an overripe melon. Charles bit his lip and shook his arse as if to try and fan the heat out of it.

"Stay still!" barked Marie, and swung with all her might.

The blow landed with such a crash that it echoed around the large living room.

Charles shrieked in agony and rubbed his arse where the last blow had landed.

Marie ordered him to remove his hands. When he had obeyed, she placed her paddle against his red hot arse. She could feel him trembling through the handle of her instrument. She raised it and

TWACK!!! THWACK!!!

She delivered two blows in quick succession, one to the left arse cheek, the other to the right.

Charles sobbed.

"That concludes your punishment, Cunt," Marie informed him. "What have you to say for yourself?"

"Charles stood up, his eyes bright with tears and his bottom lip trembling.

"I...I'm s..s..sorry, Mistress for displeasing you," he stuttered.

"You took your paddling well," Marie conceded. "You may show your thanks in the usual manner.

Charles waited until Marie had raised the hem of her dress, and opened her legs. These days she never bothered with underwear, and Charles put out his tongue and licked his Mistress's damp slit, front to back and then back to front.

"Thank you for punishing me, Mistress" he recited.

"How nice to see such an obedient male," said Theodora conversationally. "Maybe if I'd been more like Marie, your father wouldn't have felt the need to go round fucking anyone with a pulse. Anyone but me, that is," she concluded.

Charles snivelled and hiccoughed.

"Funny you should mention father, Mummy " he said. "I heard from him today."

Both Theodora and Marie looked at him sharply.

"That's the news I wanted to share with you," he continued.

"Father has gone back to the States to live. He's bought a place in Wyoming, and he and his girlfriend are going to live in the wide open plain, it seems."

"Don't worry, Mummy. He's filed for divorce, and admitted his infidelity. His lawyer will be in touch with you by Wednesday."

"But my big news is this. I am now CEO and Managing Director of the bank. It was confirmed by the Board of Directors this afternoon!"

Marie looked at him, amazed.

"What exactly does that mean?" she asked in a mystified voice.

"It means that you are an extremely rich hotwife, and that I never have to go into the office again!" smiled Charles.

"Any meetings I need to attend, I can do so remotely from home, so if it pleases you. Mistress I can be in my maid's outfit all day every day!"

"May I suggest that I take my Owner and Mistress and my Mummy, who happen to be the two most important people in my life, out for dinner to celebrate?"

They had a wonderful meal. Theodora agreed to stay the night, and as a treat, Charles was allowed to share a bed with his Mistress and his Mummy. He didn't get any action, but he did enjoy seeing his two favourite women fuck each other's brains out.

The next morning all three left the house. Marie to take Theodora back home, and Charles went to the office to set up his new schedule.

He came home by two o'clock to find Marie on the phone. He waited politely until she had finished, and then presented her with a magnificent rosewood humidor, which contained fifty cohiba Churchill cigars.

"These are what Mummy smokes," he said shyly, "and you seemed to enjoy sharing one with Mummy yesterday when you punished me."

Marie smiled at him and kissed him on the cheek.

"I love you so much, Cunt," she said softly. "We are going to have such a wonderful life together. I am going to make you the happiest, proudest cuckold there ever was!"

Charles beamed with delight.

"Tuesday's almost done," he said. "Four more sleeps for me to become a cuckold, and for you to develop into the most beautiful hotwife I could ever wish to serve and worship."

And then it was Friday. Charles locked up the house and they drove in separate cars to his Mummy's house. Once there, Charles was made to strip. He would remain naked until he was dressed in his wedding outfit tomorrow afternoon.

Sara and Paula arrived mid-afternoon, and Marie introduced Theodora to her mentor.

They bonded very quickly, and Marie reflected that she'd fucked both these women and enjoyed it. She couldn't stop thinking about tomorrow, and she was constantly wet. Time passed far too slowly for her.

"Hurry up!" she kept thinking as she looked once more at the clock.

Paula prepared a simple supper for the hostess and her two guests. Charles took the role of kitchen helper, and between them a very tasty meal was served. The two sissies were made to eat in the kitchen after serving their hostess and their respective Owners, but they were allowed to stand and watch as coffee and a celebratory brandy were drunk, and cigars smoked.

Theodora in particular was intrigued by Paula's very swollen balls. Sara invited her to insect them. She had put Paula on a 'tease and denial' regime from the time they had returned from the island.

Sara wanted her sissy to produce copiously when the time came, as a tribute to Marie.

The sight of three cigar smoking women was enough to keep Paula's cock lock very snug indeed, and she leaked pre-cum much to Theodora's delight.

The talk turned to tomorrow's ceremony. Both Sara and Theodora approved of Marie's decision to make it a 'tits out' wedding.

As the vicarage backed onto Theodora's garden, it would be possible for everyone to get to the private chapel without being seen, so there would be no need for cover-up coats.

Marie had decided that she would ask Lady Felicity if Alan could be a sissy bridesmaid with Paula, but after some discussion, it was decided that as Alan wasn't a true sissy, an alternative role could be found for him. He would walk in front of Marie and Sara, her 'best woman' carrying the strap-on that the newly married Marie would wear to peg her new sissy cuckold at the end of the service.

Sara assured Marie that Julian would be in attendance to fuck her and make her an honoured addition to the Hotwife Community. Theodora mentioned how lucky Julian was to have two such stunning hotwives to service and pleasure. She pointed out the lack of cock at the after wedding party, and both Marie and Sara reassured her that there would be plenty of strap-on fucking to make up for it.

Marie even suggested that Theodora invite her butler, Sebastian, to the party, but she declined gratefully, on the grounds that she didn't want him to see exactly what his employer was really into.

They all went to bed quite early. The three women shared Theodora's huge king sized bed, and kissed and cuddled for a while before they all fell asleep.

And so the big day dawned. Charles was sent to make early morning tea in bed for everyone whilst Paula did toilet duty for Sara and then gave Theodora her first orgasm of the day.

Luckily there was more than one bathroom in the house, so everyone was showered and ready for breakfast at a reasonable hour.

Felicity arrived with a very excited looking Alan in tow. She had him on a lead which was clipped to a Prince Albert piercing in his cock.

"I had him done especially for the wedding!" she told everyone proudly. "It means I can't cock lock him yet, but any lady who sees him touching, stroking or stimulating himself has my permission to give his cock a good slap!"

With two hours to go before the ceremony was due to take place, Mitzi arrived with the wedding outfits. Everyone crowded around to see Charles being laced into his corset.

It fitted perfectly, and was designed to allow access to his cock and balls, his arse and his nipples.

"I wish you'd consulted me earlier," Mitzi complained to Marie. "I could have had his nipples pierced. I do a lovely range of reins, and you could have ridden him as your bitch this evening! If ever you want him pierced, I'll give you mate's rates for the job!"

"I certainly will consider it," said Marie thoughtfully.

Mitzi then concentrated on doing Charles's hair and make-up. Using lots of strong hold hairspray, Mitzi teased Charles's hair into a fussy, sissy bob, and put in some old fashioned curlers too.

When Marie saw them, she let out a shriek, and Mitzi sought to placate her.

"Don't worry, sweetie," it said "I'll take them out at the last minute, and he'll look fab!"

"No," replied Marie firmly. "Leave them in. He looks so sweet."

Sara and Marie were wearing identical leather trousers, and they each checked the other's split crotch for access. Marie gave her strap-on a trial run, slipping it easily into Sara's very wet cunt. This action also caused the other end to penetrate Marie, so she was satisfied that when it came to pegging Charles, she'd be getting fucked too.

Marie was so grateful to Mitzi for all it had done to make her day so special; she asked it to stay for the ceremony and the party afterwards, but Mitzi had a previous engagement, which, it said with a wink, would mean it getting spit roasted at some point.

Marie understood perfectly and wished it good luck.

A light lunch was prepared and served by all three sissies, who were under instruction not to mess up their wedding outfits. Whilst they were finishing their meal, Gillian Repton turned up. She looked as dishevelled and as distracted as ever.

"I'm sorry to disturb you at such a busy time for you all," she said breathlessly, "but Eustace sent me over to check that everything is in place. He also said to thank you, Marie for your kind invitation to the after wedding party this evening."

"Are you both going to accept?" Marie asked, wondering if she'd made a mistake. She certainly didn't want the vicar spoiling her plans by deciding to fuck his poodle in the middle of the party!

"Of course we are," beamed Gillian. "We don't get invited to many celebrations any more. Not since the unfortunate incident when Eustace mistook the shameless 'come hither' look that the arch deacon of East shire's dog gave him."

Felicity snorted and Sara had to bite her cheeks to prevent the giggle that was simmering in her chest from exploding.

"Stay and have a glass of wine, Gillian?" Theodora offered with a grin on her face.

"Oh no thank you," replied Gillian hurriedly. "I only came over to deliver Eustace's message. I must hurry back because I've been wicked again this morning, and Eustice has to chastise me before we both get ready for the wedding."

"Are you chastised regularly?" Sara asked in a concerned voice. "I'm not being nosy you understand. I beat my own sissy regularly, and you know that Marie is a dominant too. But if you ask our sissies, they'll tell you that they consent to being abused. Do you?"

"Oh yes," replied Gillian with a smile. "Eustace is such a good and patient man. He puts up with all my foibles as he calls them. I'm wicked and sinful and a filthy pervert."

"I let Cassius lick me, and fuck me, and I sometimes suck his doggy dick too. I need to be punished for such disgusting behaviour!"

"That's why I need to get back quickly. Cassius let me suck him off this morning after breakfast, and now I am to be chastised. I'm sure that you will all approve when you see me in the wedding later on. What a lovely idea a 'tits out' wedding is!"

"Eustace has instructed me to gather a good bunch of stinging nettles on my way back to the vicarage. I'm to receive a thorough tit whipping with them as soon as I get home!"

Gillian was obviously thrilled at this prospect, and so Theodora and Marie thanked her and escorted her into the garden, telling her that they looked forward to seeing her later on.

As she walked hurriedly back into her own garden, they could hear Gillian humming the tune to "All Things Bright and Beautiful" to herself.

Marie looked at Theodora and grinned.

"I'm not making any judgements," she said, "especially on the day when I'm going to marry my sissy. But that woman is seriously strange. I can understand her love of pain. I can even go so far as to accept her need to be licked and fucked by her bloody pooch. But to stay married to that creep of a vicar? Fuck me that really is perverted!"

When they got back to the house, it was inspection time. Paula, wearing nothing but a cock lock, stockings and high heeled shoes passed muster immediately. Alan's Prince Albert prevented him from wearing a cock lock, but Felicity had other ideas for him.

Their make-up was over the top and slutty, which pleased everyone. Paula's tits, carefully nurtured and developed by Sara as a result of a strict female hormone diet which ensured some development without affecting her ability to get a hard-on, were powdered, and her nipples rouged.

Felicity produced a custom made, hinged metal tube, which she slipped over the shaft of Alan's cock. It allowed his helmet to be on show. She locked it on and licked his helmet causing it to swell nicely. Then she smeared the glistening purple head with her lipstick until it was scarlet all over.

She clamped his nipples securely and ran a slender chain between them and then down to his Prince Albert. Adjusting the chain length, she managed to get his cock pointing directly ahead of him. She smiled at her handiwork, and was pleased to see a tiny globule of pre-cum ooze out of his piss hole and settle thickly around her cuckold's piercing.

Sara, who was in charge of all arrangements for the ceremony inspected all three males. She pronounced herself satisfied after everyone's nipples had been rouged, and as a finishing touch, she inserted a pig tail butt plug into Charles, and from the curly tail that protruded from his arsehole, she hung a sign reading 'Just Cuckolded'.

She then led Charles down the garden and into the vicarage grounds, ready to await his Mistress and Owner. Theodora, as "Mother-of-the-Bride" took her place in the front pew, and Felicity sat opposite her, with her lead ready to clip onto Alan's Prince Albert as soon as he had brought the strap-on into the chapel.

Because of his pig's tail, Charles couldn't sit down, so Sara left him standing by the altar rail whilst she went in search of the vicar.

He was nowhere to be seen in the vestry, so she went through that room and opened the connecting door into the vicarage.

"Hello?" she called out. "Reverend Repton? Gillian? Is anybody home?"

"We're in here," came a hoarse voice from down the corridor. Sara followed the sound and went into a small room, which was overcrowded with heavy and old fashioned furniture.

Gillian was on her knees in the middle of the room, sucking her husband's cock.

"Ah! Dr. Walters," he said cheerfully, "shan't keep you a moment. My filthy slut of a wife is just completing her chastisement. I'm almost there."

He gripped her hair and thrust himself deeper into her mouth. She gagged and almost choked, but manfully continued her sucking.

All of a sudden, he pulled out of her mouth, and holding his cock, he slapped her across the cheek with it.

"You're hopeless," he snarled, as she whimpered her apologies.

"Too much doggy dick! When this ceremony is over, you're going to be chastised again. Another good tit whipping, I think, and as you haven't managed to get me off, you know what that means, don't you?"

"Yes, Eustace, my dear," she snivelled.

"Tell Dr. Walters." he said sharply.

"Arse fucking," she said in a low voice, "to make up for my failure as a good devoted cock sucking wife."

The vicar was stroking his cock as she said this, and Sara looked disdainfully at him.

"I could accommodate you quickly, Dr. Walters, if you wanted a swift pleasuring before the ceremony?"

"Thank you, vicar, but no thank you," replied Sara. "I take my cock long, thick and hard, and without genital warts either," she added.

"Yes they do tend to disfigure my manhood," replied the vicar unashamedly. "I think it must be Precious. My dear poodle, don't you know? She's so deliciously tight. Much tighter than this slack cunt, who services that beast Cassius like the filthy slut that she is."
Sara didn't trust herself to keep a civil tongue in her head after this appalling hypocrisy. She turned on her heel and muttered,

"Don't be late for my friend's wedding. And put that disgusting wart-ridden cock away before anyone else has the misfortune to glimpse it."

She returned to the house, where Paula and Alan were fussing with Marie's hair. She told them to stop and kissed her sissy.

"Make me proud today," she whispered.

As she said that, her phone pinged and she looked at the screen.

"Julian " she smiled at Paula. "The game's off. Opposition can't get a full team. He's leaving now. He might even make the wedding party."

She checked the time.

"Perfect! Come on you two. We need to get Marie to the church on time!"

Alan and Paula gathered what they needed and presented themselves for inspection. Sara fondled Paula's balls first and kissed her. Then she did exactly the same to Alan. A cock lock and a cock tube suddenly became a great deal tighter.

She called up the stairs.

"Marie, get your gorgeous arse down here now. You're going to be late and your cuckold awaits!"

Marie came slowly down the stairs. Her hair was scraped back and tied tightly in a ponytail. She'd applied lots of black eyeliner and scarlet lipstick.

"You look magnificent!" breathed Sara. "Julian is going to have such a treat when he fucks you!"

Marie smiled gratefully, and as they made their way down the garden to the chapel, Sara gave a gasp.

"Hang on!" she said urgently. "I've just thought of something. I'll be back now!"

She rushed off to the house and soon re-appeared carrying Marie's lipstick. She winked at Marie and with the nail of her index finger, she gently scratched one of her nipples, which sprang to attention immediately.

Sara lipsticked it, so that it matched Marie's mouth. She did exactly the same to the other nipple, and stood back to admire her handiwork.

"Hmm! Not quite," she said to herself, and used the lipstick on her own mouth. She then kissed Marie's tits, leaving a perfect scarlet impression of her mouth on the sloping tops of both.

"Perfect!" she smiled, "Charles will be able to see that you've started your hotwife activities already! Now come on, or we 'll be late!"

They paused in the porch of the chapel, and Sara sent Alan in first, carrying the harness and strap-on that Marie would be using before too long.

Then she clipped her dog lead to Paula's cock lock, took Marie by the arm and they all processed in slowly.

The chorus to "Electric Lady" played as Marie walked up the aisle.

"Electric Lady get way down

Cause tonight we gon' do what we wanna do

Lady get way down

Cause tonight we gon' do what we wanna do

Electric Lady, Electric Lady."

The procession reached the altar rail, where Charles stood, his little curly pig tail quivering with excitement. Sara put her hands on Marie's shoulders and turned the soon-to-be hotwife so that they faced one another.

She leant forward and kissed her full on the lips and said loudly for all to hear,

"I now formally resign from my position as your mentor. You are ready to become a hotwife! We're all looking forward to seeing you take possession of your sissy, and later on, we'll all be witnesses as he officially becomes a cuckold."

The ceremony started with the vicar informing the congregation that they were all gathered to witness the Female Led Marriage of Hotwife Marie and sissy Charles, forever to be known from today as Cunt.

He turned to Marie, and taking her hand, he placed it on Charles's cock lock.

"Do you, Hotwife Marie take this Cunt to be your lawfully wedded sissy? Will you own him, punish him, peg him, humiliate and frustrate him? Will you cuckold him and feed him cream pie? Will you milk him occasionally , and keep him cock locked so long as you both shall live?"

"Yes, I most certainly will,' replied Marie.

Once again, the vicar took her hand and told her to hold Charles's balls.

"Squeeze them tight," he instructed and keep a good grip on them whilst Cunt recites his vows.

He turned to face Charles.

"Do you, Cunt, submit to this Hotwife? Will you obey her, worship her and be available for her at all times? Will you fluff her lovers and clean them both up after fucking? Will you wear your cock lock proudly, and remain unsatisfied and frustrated so long as you both shall live?"

"Yes, willingly" squeaked Charles as he felt Marie squeeze his balls even tighter in her excitement.

"Who gives this Cunt to be a cuckold sissy?" asked the vicar.

"I do," answered Theodora proudly.

Sara and Felicity then stepped forward. Felicity helped Marie into her harness and Sara toot the double headed dildo from Alan and fitted it into the holder, ensuring that one end penetrated Marie's dripping cunt.

She wiped some of Marie's cunt juice onto the end of the strap-on.

The vicar nodded approvingly.

"We now come to the ceremonial lubing of the strap-on by guests before the consummation of this Female Led Union whereby the Hotwife will publicly peg her sissy. Could guests please make their way forward and anoint the strap-on with cunt juice?"

Marie sat down and positioned her strap-on. Sara was first. She sank onto the strap-on and kissed Marie before making way for Theodora, who shivered deliciously as her well lubricated cunt took the whole length of Marie's rubber cock. She gave Marie a sensuous kiss and whispered, "Welcome to the family!"

Felicity came next, and she bobbed up and down on Marie's cock, telling everyone, "I haven't had a cock in me for far too long!" She too, kissed Marie and told her that they must get together when Marie brought her sissy cuckold to the island for their honeymoon.

"That's a date!" smiled Marie as Felicity reluctantly eased herself off the strap-on.

Finally, Gillian crept forward shyly. The vicar put out a forbidding hand.

"Not you, slut," he barked. "Your filthy cunt is probably still full of doggy cum!"

Gillian blushed, and hesitated. Marie looked at the vicar with distain.

"This is my wedding," she said defiantly. "I want my dildo lubed with Gillian's cunt juice, doggy cum filled or not! She's a guest here, she's a woman and as such she takes priority over any sissy present, including Cunt."

"Please Gillian, come and lube my strap-on" she smiled and Gillian sank down onto it with a murmur of appreciation. Marie kissed her, making sure that everybody knew that she was using her tongue in the kiss.

With her strap-on glistening with cunt juice, Marie stood up. She faced Charles and smiled.

The vicar, still smarting from the rebuff he'd received over his wife, stepped aside and Charles positioned himself over the arm of a specially positioned platform. Marie mounted the platform, checked that she was at the right height and nodded at the vicar.

He began to recite the words mechanically, as if saying them was a real effort.

"Hotwife Marie and sissy Charles, you have both exchanged vows which make you Owner and Owned respectively. I now pronounce you Hotwife and sissy, soon to be cuckold. Marie, you may peg the sissy."

Marie positioned the glistening tip of her strap-on against the pink rosebud of Charles's arsehole. She pushed forward slightly and the tip slipped in. She paused.

"Cunt, I claim this arsehole for my own and I nowtake possession of your cock, your balls, your arsehole and your whole being!"

As she thrust into him hard and fast, Charles's moan of ecstasy was drowned out by the applause of the watching guests.

Marie clipped a dog lead onto Charles's cock lock and he knelt at her side and waited to be told what to do. The vicar proclaimed Marie a Hotwife and Charles a sissy cuckold and the ceremony was over.

"Everyone is invited back to Mrs. North-Thompkins's house to witness the new Hotwife being fucked by her bull," he informed the guests, "and then sissies will be available for sucking, fucking and clean up."

Marie led a crawling Charles out of the chapel to the strains of Tammy Wynette.

"Your good girl's gonna go bad

I'm gonna be the swingiest swinger you've ever had

If you like 'em painted up, powdered up

Then you oughta be glad

'Cause your good girl's gonna go bad."

Back at the house, Marie, Sara and Felicity ensured that their sissies were soon all naked, except of course for cock locks. They served drinks and were available for groping, teasing and humiliation.

The vicar seemed to enjoy watching almost as much as he enjoyed fucking poodles. He sat in an armchair, apart from the main group of guests with his cock out. Every now and then he'd stroke it and he remained optimistic that someone would suck it for him.

They'd been back at the house about half an hour when Theodora heard the doorbell. It took a few moments for her to remember that Sebastian wasn't around, and she went to answer it herself.

She returned to the living room holding the hand of a very excited looking man. As she entered the room, she called for quiet.

"Ladies, your attention please. May I introduce Julian, who has kindly agreed to fuck my daughter-in-law and make my sissy son a cuckold!"

There was some polite applause, and Theodora continued,

"Julian is of course, Sara's lover too, and from now on she will share him with Marie. Now please charge your glasses and let's drink a toast to the new Hotwife and her lover."

Sara brought Marie over to meet Julian again. She kissed her lover warmly.

"I don't think you two have met since the night of my wedding anniversary," she smiled.

"But Marie needs a lover with a nice big cock and plenty of stamina. I'm out of the country for half the year these days, so it was a pleasure to think that if you're not fucking me, you'll be fucking my very good friend here!"

Marie blushed and smiled at Julian.

"That night in the restaurant when Sara told me that you were her lover," she said, "I was so jealous! When Sara offered to mentor me, I accepted because I wanted to be the sort of wife that Charles needed."

"Then Sara suggested that you become my lover. I was delighted to accept her offer, and when she told me that you'd had no second thoughts, I was even more pleased."

"We have some business to attend to I think. I need you to turn my sissy into a cuckold in front of all my guests. Are you ready to fuck me?"

"I've been ready ever since that night in the restaurant!" answered Julian with a grin.

There was a proper procedure to follow. All the guests were seated and glasses were topped up. Sara and Theodora lit cigars, and Paula knelt between them holding a cut glass ashtray for them.

Felicity put a cigarette into her elegant holder and Alan lit it for her before taking his place at her side.

Marie stood in the centre of the room and summoned Charles, who crawled into the centre of the circle of watchers.

"Take my trousers off, Cunt," she instructed and soon she stood proud and naked in front of all her guests.

She beckoned Julian to come and stand by her, and she gave him a long and sensuous kiss.

Marie unbuttoned his shirt as Julian used his left foot to remove his right shoe. Then using his right foot he removed his other shoe. Marie meanwhile was unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down.

Julian stepped out of his jeans. He wasn't wearing underpants. Marie looked at his cock and licked her lips.

"Get over here, Cunt," she said softly, and Charles scuttled over to her side. She unlocked the padlock on his cock lock and removed it. Charles's pitiful three inch cock twitched.

"Is it any wonder that I need a lover, ladies?" Marie asked. "I mean, look at Cunt's pathetic excuse for a cock!"

She grabbed Charles by his hair and dragged him over to where Julian stood grinning.

"My lover needs to be nice and hard for me, Cunt. I want you to fluff him for me, and when I think he's ready, you'll put his man sized cock in my cunt. Now get fluffing!"

Charles peeled back Julian's foreskin and licked his helmet before wrapping his lips around the gleaming purple head. Slowly but surely he took the shaft into his mouth. He sucked gently.

Marie watched the performance for a few seconds before she lay down on the floor and spread her legs.

"Enough, Cunt!" she purred. " I need fucking! Come and put Julian's cock in your Hotwife's cunt!"

Charles did as he was told, and Julian slid into her easily, bringing a groan of delight from Marie. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper into her. Then they were off.

Julian alternated between fast and slow, shallow and deep penetration. He licked and nibbled her nipples and they kissed deeply and with lots of tongue.

Charles knelt at the side of the rutting couple and held Marie's hand. As her passion built, she squeezed it harder.

There was absolute silence in the room, apart from the heavy breathing of the two lovers, and the wet slap of Julian's balls as they hit Marie's arse on every in stroke.

She very quickly found herself on the edge of an orgasm. She clamped her legs tighter around Julian, causing him to stop his thrusts. Then she used her cunt muscles to grip his cock shaft. He groaned in delight.

"Oh fuck! That's good!" he gasped before Marie relaxed and he began to fuck her again.

Marie was in the throes of yet another orgasm. She squeezed her cuckold's hand and smiled at him.

"You may kiss me," she gasped as her whole body began to tremble, and Charles leaned down and kissed her lovingly. Julian nibbled a nipple and she thought that she would explode with desire.

In fact it was Julian who exploded. He grunted as his balls contracted and the first thick, hot rope of cum shot into Marie. He paused and she squeezed her cunt along the shaft of his throbbing cock and more ejaculations followed.

Marie pushed Charles away and put her arms around Julian's neck and pulled him down towards her. They kissed, deep and long, and slowly both hotwife and bull returned to their normal state from the high that their first fuck had given them.

"Your turn now, Cunt," Marie said breathlessly. "Help your Master out of me and clean his cock up. I don't want to see any cum left on his cock at all."

Julian rolled onto his back, his spent cock flaccid and glistening. Charles took it between a finger and thumb and popped it into his mouth. He began to suck it clean.

"Well, that's my duty done," said the Rev. Repton, getting to his feet and tucking his mis-shaped, warty cock away.

"I regret to inform you that my filthy slut of a wife and I have other business to attend to. Come on, you slut, get up and accompany me home. Your chastisement awaits you."

Gillian blushed and looked at her husband defiantly.

"I'm not coming home now, Eustace," she said quietly but determinedly. "In fact, I'm never coming home again. Theodora has been kind enough to offer me sanctuary here, and I intend to take her up on her kind offer. I'll be sending for Cassius and the rest of my things tomorrow!"

Felicity broke into a loud handclap of approval, and Sara muttered,

"Well said, Gillian."

The vicar spun on his heel, and stalked out. As he reached the door, he turned to face the staring group,

"Filthy fucking lesbian perverts," he snarled. "Keep the fucking whore. She's not worthy of me anyway!"

He slammed the door in temper and Marie said,

"Good fucking riddance! Now let's get on with things. Cunt, you've sucked Master Julian's cock long enough. Get down here. I want to sit on your face and feed you your first cream pie!"

The party resumed. Julian and Sara engaged in a lovely sixty-nine session, whilst Felicity began to instruct Theodora and Gillian in the art of sapphic love. All three women were soon gasping on the edge of their own individual orgasm.

Later that night, Julian took Marie and Charles to bed. The sound of their fucking and sucking didn't keep Sara and Paula awake, as they were busy themselves, indulging in a bout of fem-dom pegging.

Meanwhile Felicity and Theodora taunted a still cock-locked Alan and fucked each other to a standstill until the early hours. In the absence of Cassius, Gillian used a horse cock dildo that Felicity had loaned her to give herself several bone shuddering orgasms. As she recovered her breath from the latest one, Gillian wondered to herself if Theodora might be willing for her to keep a stallion in the garden. Cassius wasn't always in the mood to service her, and she really was in almost constant need of cock.

There was much to do the next morning. Felicity and Alan were returning to the island along with Marie and her new cuckold sissy.

Sara and Paula had to get back to Cwm Pechod, for Monday morning surgery. They would be swapping island medical duties with Mary and Cee within the week, and Marie was eager for her friend, mentor and lover to join her for the last part of her honeymoon.

She and Julian made plans for him to visit regularly when Sara was on the island, and this arrangement suited all parties perfectly. Julian would get to be shared by Sara and Marie, and Paula the sissy and Cunt the cuckold would always be on hand to serve.

Theodora and Gillian were very quiet that Sunday morning. One had realised that her son was no longer free to pop down to visit; the other was slowly coming to terms with the fact that her marriage was over.

But they both put on a brave face as they stood hand-in-hand on the doorstep to save off the newly weds and their wedding guests. As they shut the front door after everyone had left, Theodora kissed Gillian and whispered,

"Chin up, my lovely! Felicity left me a contact number. She said we can come and visit her island any time. I think I need to feel some nice hot sun on my tits. How do you feel about a holiday?"

"Will Cassius need a passport, do you think?" answered Gillian with a wicked grin.

Felicity and Marie were already naked as the small dinghy piloted by Alvin the caretaker rounded the headland and made for the tiny island harbour. Charles and Alan were also naked, except for the ever present cock locks.

As Alvin tied up and helped Felicity and Marie ashore, Charles and Alan carried the small suitcases that their respective Mistresses and Owners had brought with them.

Felicity introduced Marie to Mary and Cee, who had wandered down from their beach cottage to the harbour to greet the brand new hotwife.

Mary gave Felicity a long kiss to welcome her home, and then shook hands with Marie.

"I kiss women too!" she smiled, and was rewarded with an open mouthed kiss.

"Www! you taste delicious," said Marie happily.

"That'll be her aromatic pipe tobacco," smiled Felicity, and Marie made a mental note to explore that possibility further.

"Come on," said Felicity, taking Marie by the hand, "let's get you settled in your honeymoon cottage! Did I mention that you'll be next door to Dr Mary and Cee?"

"Oh, and one other thing, before I forget. My cuckold and I are sharing with you and your Cunt!"

Marie grinned and gave Felicity a quick peck on the mouth.

"I hope you aren't light sleepers," she giggled, "because Cunt here squeals like a stuck pig when he's being pegged!"

*

That's the end of this chapter, but not the end of the story by any means. In chapter five, Marie enjoys the hedonistic island lifestyle, and towards the end of her honeymoon, she makes a momentous decision.