Everything I had ever wanted was weeks from coming to fruition. I had dreamed of becoming the wife of a good man since I understood the concept of marriage. Having been raised in the Christian church, I knew I was made to serve my future husband. My parents were well off, so they ensured I had everything I needed to attract a godly man. My dark blonde hair was always highlighted, my nails always painted a perfectly acceptable color of ballerina pink, and my modest clothes were perfectly tailored to hint at my God-given assets.
I took a vow of purity at the age of nine; my father slipped on a gold-knotted ring that would remain on my finger until it was replaced by the wedding band given to me by my husband. I wasn’t one of those freaks who believed she needed to save her first kiss for her wedding day, but my contact with the other sex was limited in high school. While other girls were out giving away their gifts to boys who would later discard them like a chewed piece of gum, I was working on bettering myself for my future husband. I was the dance team captain, fluent in French, and salutatorian. I was up at 5 AM every morning to read my devotional before my 3-mile run. I was, for all intents and purposes, the perfect Godly woman.
After all my efforts in high school, I was awarded a full-ride scholarship to a prestigious Christian college. I majored in marketing – a career I believed was feminine but not meek. I locked eyes with David in our first economics class of the semester. He gave me a shy smile, and in the coming weeks, he slowly took a seat closer and closer to me until we were sitting next to each other one day. I don’t quite remember our first conversation because the moment he sat next to me; all I could think about was the warmth spreading between my legs. Something about his dark hair, blue eyes, and muscular body left me feeling like I had never felt. I wasn’t ashamed of my arousal. No, I knew this feeling was met for my one true partner. David was the first person I had ever been with, and that made my vows challenging to keep. Our first kiss left my knees weak and my body craving more. We had to implement a “no touching alone” rule after an intense kissing session led to David placing his hand on my breast. I knew I needed to set a boundary to keep my honor intact. Honestly, I was glad to have an excuse to maintain some distance. Our growing closeness made me realize how nervous I was for the first time. I had all of these desires inside me, but I had no idea what to do with them.
After six months of dating, David proposed to me in front of the building where we had met. The proposal was everything I had ever dreamed of. My parents were there, as were David’s, and I could not have been more thrilled at how life was panning out for me.
Wedding planning allowed me to spend more time with David’s family. My mother could be a bit uptight and seemed more excited about the wedding than my marriage. David’s mom, Jessica, was completely the opposite, wanting to know how she could make me feel welcomed into the family and how to support me on my journey to becoming a married woman. A week after David and I’s engagement, she invited me to dinner at a steakhouse for some “girl time”.
“Okay, ask me anything!” Jessica squealed after we both sat down. Her bubbly personality was in stark contrast to her alluring look. She wore a navy wrap dress that didn’t show cleavage but accentuated her large breasts. Her dark brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her bright blue eyes drew you in. David had clearly inherited his athletic build… I felt that familiar warmness start to spread.
“Rachel! What are you thinking about!?” Jessica giggled. She thought her question had prompted me to think about doing the deed with my husband, and my face flushed red.
“Sorry, Mrs. Wright, I drifted off for a second. I just feel like I have so many questions!” I tried to play off my obvious embarrassment.
“You don’t need to have secrets from me or feel like you can’t ask me things, Rachel. You are about to become a part of the family. Call me Jessica, and ask away.” I began to ask a myriad of questions, all avoiding s-e-x. However, Jessica eventually took hold of the conversation.
“You know, there have been no divorces in the Wright family for almost 70 years. I’m talking grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins – nobody. It’s not luck either; we have a few simple rules that everyone follows.” Jessica smiled proudly but lowered her voice and leaned in. She was waiting for me to ask, but I desperately tried to avoid the warm feeling that crept in whenever I even thought of marital relations.
Jessica put her hand on my arm; I was worried she could feel the heat radiating off my body. “I can tell your mother has done you a disservice and not brought you up to be able to talk about the more intimate side of life. I don’t want to pressure you to talk, especially not in public.”
“I’m s-sorry Jessica, I just…” I stammered, my face turning red.
Jessica placed her hand on my face. I thought I was going to explode. “It’s okay, love. Nothing that can’t be learned. Come by the house tomorrow at 7. The boys are all going on a hunting trip, and all the Wright ladies will be there.”
Mrs. Wright drove me back to my parents’ house. As I went to open the door, she placed her hand on my thigh. “We will see you tomorrow, Rachel.” She winked, and I scurried out of the car. I tried to keep my composure as I quickly made my way into my house and my bedroom. My door had barely closed when I let my hand find its way into my white cotton underwear.
I pressed in between my legs, fervently trying to find some relief. My inexperienced fingers failed to find the right spot, and I slumped against the door, frustrated. My sudden outburst surprised me; I tried to reassure myself that it was just rising desires for my future husband, but the part of my leg that Jessica had touched me burned hot.
That night, I dreamt of David and I’s wedding night. We were kissing as we had done many times before, but this time, he unzipped my high-necked dress, revealing that I was wearing no undergarments. I stood in front of him completely naked, my small, pink nipples hard. My instincts told me to cover myself, but my hands remained at my side. He hungrily kissed my lips, one gripping my hair and the other exploring my body. I shuddered as he rolled my nipples between his fingers, giving them a light pinch before making his way into my folds. David ran his fingers across my slit, teasing my entrance, brushing against my clit. He brought his now dripping fingers back up to my face. Without hesitation, I sucked them. David’s other hand remained in my hair, and he tightened his grip, guiding my head to bob on his fingers until they reached the back of my throat. As I gagged, he pushed me on my back, keeping his hand in my hair, and my head pulled back.
His teeth caressed my neck, nibbling down to my nipples. I wanted to watch, but David pulled back when I raised my head. He circled my aureola’s with his tongue until he reached the target. He took as much of my breast in his mouth as he could and sucked while his tongue danced around my nipple. I opened my legs to allow them to press into me; as he worshipped my breasts, I wrapped my legs around him, trying to bring him closer to me. My hips fervently tried to make contact with his body, but the friction wasn’t quite there. My need brought frustrated tears, and just when I thought I would start begging, he released my hair and nipples. David kissed down my stomach until his tongue found the spot that had alluded me in my waking hours. His fingers teased my entrance again, and then his fingers entered me. I came almost immediately, my walls tightening around his finger as I rode them through the first wave of my first orgasm. I felt dizzy with bliss.
I had barely recovered from my orgasmic haze when David flipped me over and helped my hip into the air. My pussy was now on display, and I heard him unzip his pants. He teased my hole with cock, and slowly entered until my ass rested on his hips. He filled every inch of me, and my previous arousal allowed for almost zero resistance. He slid in and out slowly at first, then picked up the pace, his balls slapping my still-sensitive clit. I was nearly screaming with pleasure. My face was pressed into the bed, and I used my hands to lift my head and turn it to the other side, trying to get some air. My eyes suddenly focused on something I had not seen before. My dream self realized that we were not in this room alone. Jessica sat in a chair in the corner of the room. She was dressed in a tiny purple negligee, her ample breasts barely contained. She had on no panties; she had both legs draped over either armrest, her pussy on display. I could not look away. We made eye contact, and I watched my mother-in-law ravish her clit while she watched her son take his wife for the first time. The pressure in my pussy grew again until another explosive orgasm made its way through my body. My walls tightened again, this time around David’s cock, and he drew my hips close while he shot his seed inside of me.
I woke up in a cold sweat, the smell of sex hanging heavy in the air. My boy shorts were soaked, and my hair clung to my neck. My dream orgasms had not made their way through my waking body, and I still felt the need between my legs. Shame and honor be damned, I had to orgasm right now. I folded a pillow and mounted it, rubbing my clit against the fabric as my mind jumped between images of my future husband’s cock in my hole and the image of my mother-in-law pleasuring herself. My release finally came – my whole body shook. I pressed my face into my pillow to stifle a moan. I crawled back underneath my covers. Sleep took me quickly, drifting away while I thought about how excited I was for girls’ night at the Wrights the next day.