Over the next few weeks, Carol and I were both busy getting ready for the wedding and at work. We went to the church to meet the minister and preview the service. The minister was very nice and showed us around the chapel. He said take your time and look around.
Once he left the room Carol said we should go into a confessional. I shrugged and went into the penitent side. Carol went into the priest side. She slid the window between the sides open and whispered to me to stand in front of the window. When I did, she reached through and pulled my fly down and my cock out.
She whispered, “This is your last blow job as a single man.”
I was turned on immediately. Carol lapped my cock until it was rock hard. She swirled her tongue around the head and then swallowed me down her throat. I could hear gurgling and moaning. It felt like my cock was enveloped in a warm spa. She kept sucking and bringing me to the edge then backing off. It was exquisite torture. I was trying to keep my moaning quiet. Her lips slid from my crown to the base of my cock, softly sucking and licking.
She took my cock out of her mouth and used my precum as a lubricant. She stroked my cock, her hand sliding up and down with increasing intensity. I needed to cum. I felt a familiar tingling in my balls. I was on fire. I tried to hold back, but the pleasure was too intense and I started spurting cum. I couldn’t stop. I groaned and my cock pulsed as stream after stream gushed out. When I finally stopped I dropped to my knees and gasped for breath.
I came out and Carol stuck her head out. Her face and hair were covered in cum and she had a big smile on her face. She walked out like that and we drove home.
The wedding day finally came. The weather was warm and the smell of spring was in the air. The chapel was small and intimate. The chaplain said all the right things.
We had limited the number of guests and rented a small reception room at an elegant hotel. The reception was a joyous event. Everyone had a good time and we did all the traditional things. Carol threw her bouquet over her shoulder and a pretty bridesmaid, Becky, caught it. Becky was one of Carol’s best friends and someone who loved debauchery.
One tradition that causes a bit of a stir is the garter removal and toss. The bride sits on a chair in the middle of the room and the groom kneels in front of the bride and reaches up her leg to retrieve it. Carol chose to put her garter high on her leg, very near her slit.
I had to raise the wedding dress to find the garter. As I fished through the layers of white undergarments Carol raised her leg high enough that she was flashing anyone who happened to look. I was happily embarrassed and Carol was all smiles. Once I removed the garter I had to toss it at all the single men.
Ralph, from work, caught the garter. His task then was to put it on the bridesmaid that caught the bouquet. She sat in the chair in the middle of the room. Becky smirked at Ralph. She purposely kept her legs tightly together so that Ralph had to struggle to put the garter on her leg. Ralph was kneeling in front of Becky trying to put it on. Suddenly Becky opened her legs wide and when Ralph stuck his head under the edge of the gown Becky clamped her legs around his head, pulling him very near her cunt. Everyone laughed.
At the reception, there is a greeting line where each man kisses the bride and each woman kisses the groom. Usually, the kiss is a brief peck on the cheek. Things were a little different at our wedding. Bill, Carol’s old boyfriend, went to kiss her cheek but Carol pulled him into a passionate tongue-twirling kiss, whispering to him that was for old times. Ralph hesitated in front of Carol and again she pulled him in for a hot kiss and gave his tongue a little bite.
When he stood back holding his tongue, Carol told him, “Just something to remember me by.”
Becky, Carol’s maid of honor, pulled me to her, kissed me wildly and ended it with a quick grope. She said, “Just wanted to know why Carol thinks you’re so hot.”
Once the reception was over, Carol and I headed to the bridal suite. We were both exhausted and we fell asleep in each other’s arms. In the morning we were in a hurry to get to the airport. We were going to Jamaica for our honeymoon. Carol had made all the arrangements and I couldn’t wait for us to get there.
Carol smiled at me and said, “You’re going to love it.”
We arrived in Kingston and there was a limo waiting. We were headed to a resort in Negril. The ride was spectacular: endless sandy beaches, peaceful blue waters, swaying palm trees and friendly people waving at the limo. We arrived at the resort and were greeted by a black gentleman, Mike, who was at the reception desk. The reception area was extremely plush, with numerous chairs and couches and a marble floor. Mike handed us a fruity rum drink and began the check-in process.
The first question he asked was, “Nude or Prude?”
Before I could respond Carol said, “Nude.”
She gave me a naughty smile and signed us in. A bellman took our luggage and showed us to our room. The room was incredible: a large living area with a couch and two chairs, a huge master bedroom with a king-sized bed, and an enormous master bath with a jacuzzi, a walk-in glass shower, a bidet, a toilet and double sinks. A large balcony ran the length of the room. I walked out to look around and the first thing I saw was a nude beach.
I asked Carol if she knew about this.
She said, “Of course, silly. It will be great fun.”
We unpacked and decided we would walk around the resort and get a feel for what was available. There were four restaurants, a show stage area, numerous swim and walk-up bars, several large hot tubs, a spa and a so-called adult playroom. I was very impressed but somewhat hesitant about all the nudity. In one of the large hot tubs we passed, there was one nude woman and several nude guys. It looked like several of the guys were groping the woman and it looked like she was enjoying it.
I looked at Carol and asked, “Any similar plans?”
She said, “Let’s just enjoy ourselves.”
