It wasn’t my fiancé’s cum that was running down my leg as I walked up to the altar, and it wasn’t my husband’s cum that was running down my leg still, after the ceremony. No, it was an ex-boyfriend, with a great cock and a van, who had fulfilled my request.
My husband found it when he was removing my wet garter – with his teeth, no less! He looked confused, then shocked, but I’d seen the videos from the bachelor party.
He’d claim, later, that he wasn’t married yet when that happened. I told him that, technically, neither was I.
