I stood there completely naked except for 6-inch high lacy white wedding shoes, a long transparent lace trimmed wedding veil, and jewelry. In a dreamlike state, I listened to my man say his vows while I felt his brother’s hot baby making sperm leak out of me, slowly coating my inner thighs. Both brothers, deeply in love with me, started the day as virgins. By tonight, that virgin state would no longer be true.
Of the sixty people at my wedding, I was the only one not dressed in traditional attire. Of course, everyone had known of my love of exhibitionism for many years, and my choice of wedding clothing did not surprise anyone. My mother kept telling me that I was the most beautiful bride she had ever seen.
The aroma of our mixed orgasms was intoxicating. I knew my groom could smell it; he kept sniffing, and his erection was obvious in his dress slacks. I knew he was eager to slip his virginal cock into my cum filled vagina and give his sperm a chance to impregnate me. This was my most fertile day, and all three of us had high hopes that tomorrow morning would arrive, and I would have a baby growing inside my eager womb.
If it was legal, I would be delighted to marry both of these loving men. Instead, I chose the older one. Born minutes apart, and so much alike, few could tell them apart. My mom still couldn’t. But, they loved playing that game and went all out with the deception. So there I stood, one beautiful man on my left, the other on my right. The younger brother quietly says his vows in unison with his older brother. Marring me in his heart.
Moments before I walked down the aisle with my daddy, I had been in the Bride’s Room feeling the excitement of having my hymen ruptured and my vagina filled with sperm. Immediately after the vows, I will return there to receive my second helping of baby-making sperm. Then we will be off for Wedding Pictures and the reception. My long veil was not long enough to trip on, so I planned to enjoy dancing in it all evening. After all, how often does a bride have to wear her wedding gown? Well, I thought of my attire as my Wedding Gown, so it was.
I felt so beautiful walking away from the altar, my two men trailing a half pace behind me, beaming with pride as they listened to the people on each side of us. It was an exhilarating moment. We headed right to the Bride’s Room, kissing mom and dad on the way. In the Bride’s Room, the other brother discovered what it felt like to have his beautiful penis inside of me. Losing his virginity and feeling his first sloppy seconds, at the same time. As expected, he very quickly added his sperm into the mix with his brother’s warm cum and mine.
I danced with everybody, men and women alike. My wet thighs soon dried, but the moist slickness, that was so new to me inside, just never seemed to go away. I visualized my womb full, my fallopian tubes over-full and my egg floating in a sea of sperm. I was dizzy with the delight of it all.
I have always loved wedding feasts, and mine was no exception. I ate more than I should have, and I only had one glass of wine while I gave a toast to my men. My uncle disappeared for a few hours with my husband’s older sister to only god knows where, but her bra was missing when they returned. I teased him about that, and she just blushed. Then I danced with them both, asking for details. It was the first time I had seen her without wearing a bra, and oh my goodness, she looked incredibly hot.
After the reception, we headed over to the hotel. But first, I slipped off my veil and pulled on tiny white lacy panties and a short, thin cotton shirtdress. After arriving at the hotel, we danced to live music before heading up to our room. In the elevator, my shirtdress somehow came all the way undone. The entire front of me was fully exposed as I stepped out of the elevator, passing through a group of people waiting for the elevator to arrive. Out into the hallway through these people, I confidently strode, leading a man holding onto each of my hands.
“Please excuse my bride’s state of undress. She is eager to get to our wedding suite”.
Through smiles and giggles, we headed off down the hall, leaving them staring as my dress dropped off behind me, only to be scooped up by the younger brother. When we reached our door, he turned to them and saw them just standing there in front of closed elevator doors while watching us. Shrugging his shoulders, he proudly held up the dress, and simply said, “Brides!” They waved, and we went inside.
The sweet men took turns slowly kissing me as they each removed items of clothing. Slowly, I was passed back and forth between more and more exposed male flesh. Kissing, stroking, teasing me. By the time they were both completely undressed, I was a quivering mess of wet pre-orgasmic womanhood. I was so closely on the edge, I had trouble standing, and they had to lift me between them, hard cocks pressed against my soft skin, and carry me to bed.
On the bed, they surprised me. One lowering his mouth to my face, the other one down between my legs. They kissed me expertly, pulling me right up on the edge of orgasm. Then with my chest heaving and heart pounding, their cocks replaced their mouths. Slowly, watching each other, they both slid deep into my throat and vagina. holding it there so I could feel the cocks throb deep inside of me, as balls snuggled in close, I exploded into orgasm. A pleasantly powerful orgasm.
Then, I experienced my first split-roast. Long deep strokes, with one withdrawing as the other cock slid right back in. Heavenly? Yeah, pretty much. My breasts felt wonderful, swaying back and forth, with a little bounce with the extra deep shove at the bottom of each stroke. I could feel a large puddle of vagina juices forming under my butt, And my face, ears, and hair behind my neck, soaked with my drool. My nose was watering; my eyes were tearing. My hands held fistfuls of sheets, pulling them up, untucking them. My orgasms tagged one right behind the other.
Then they rolled me over and switched places. I had to blow my nose first before I could breathe. With breasts pressed on the sheet between his thighs, I wrapped my arms around them and with cock pounding in my behind, I swallowed cock. And experienced my first anal orgasm. Oh my god, I was in love with the sensation of cock deep in my rectum, and deep in my throat at the same time. Did I cum? Oh fuck yeah!
After they both unloaded deep within me, we got up to hydrate. I sat on my husband’s lap, cock inside, as we drank water. His brother was behind me, rubbing my back, and kissing my shoulders. With the water gone, we showered to wash away the body fluids, then headed back to bed to fuck some more. When we were back on the bed, they took turns taking me doggie while the other brother got it on video. Yes, my exhibitionist side was thrilled while doing this. I knew that my swaying breasts would look very sexy on video, and I loved the sound of the men pounding against my firm buttocks. I grabbed fistfuls of sheets, pulling them to my face to scream into as I orgasmed.
Finally exhausted, we fell across the bed, waking up at dawn snuggled up comfortably into each other’s arms.
