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Standard Disclaimer: This story is a fantasy.  It takes place in a world
with no HIV, HPV, or other STD's, a place where all birth control is 100%
effective.  That is not the world we live in and engaging in the activities
described herein can seriously screw up your life or even kill you.  Also,
if you are under age 21 or don't like dirty stories, then go away.  'Nuff
said.

   Comments welcome to above email address (remove ".spamenot").

   One Bride for Seven "Brothers" (slut wife, voy, inter, FF/M+) Part II of
II

   From that day in my lawyer's office forth, our relationship changed.  We
used to go out to expensive restaurants.  I'd talk politics, computers and
the internet, cars.  She'd talk about her job (marketing) or her silly
friends' troubles.  That worried me a little.  Since she was planning not
to work after we here married (she didn't have to so why bother?) and I
wasn't too interested in her friends' misadventures I wasn't sure what
she'd talk about after the wedding.  Now I knew.  She talked about her sex
life.  She talked about it so much I hardly ever got to say anything about
how much I hated Al Gore, the latest B2B startup with some new, wacky idea,
or if I should trade the Viper in for the new Porsche 911 Turbo or just go
for it and get a Ferrari 360 Modena (oh, baby, what a car!).

   Carly would talk in hushed tones about getting fucked at least twice a
week by a stranger or one of her "regulars." Occasionally she'd talk about
having two or three men simultaneously.  I'd get so horny I'd be ready to
attack her but she'd cut me off with a passionate kiss and maybe, if I was
lucky, a feel of her breasts through her blouse and bra (she always kept my
hands above her waist).  She'd whisper that after the wedding I could have
her and send me home to take matters into my own hands.

   Once I stopped off at her apartment about a hour early for a Saturday
drive into the mountains (was I trying to catch her in flagrante delicto? I
don't know; I was starting to fantasize about watching her get fucked by
other men).  She answered the door (after, I assume, looking through the
peephole) wearing only a tee shirt and panties.  She looked surprised to
see me.  Her hair was mussed and her make-up was smeared.  There was
something sticky in her hair.  But she invited me in and kissed me.  She
tasted like cum.

   "I was just about to get in the shower," she said.

   "What's in your hair?" I asked.

   She laughed.  "Oh, that must be cum.  I sucked off the pool boy and he
pulled out and came all over my face.  I wiped it off but I didn't realize
he'd gotten my hair.  I've always wanted give him a blow job, he's so young
and cute, but I figured he be a lousy lay because he so inexperienced and
since I'm moving out soon it seemed the opportune time without causing any
complications."

   A week before the wedding we had our last "date." Carly had declared
that I could not see her again until she was walking down the aisle.  I
think - know -- she enjoyed torturing me.  She told me about her latest
slut adventure (some old, fat married guy in her apartment building who'd
always given her the eye that she decided to give a going away treat).

   "What do you want for your wedding present?" she asked over dessert.

   I shrugged my shoulders.  What do you ask for when you have everything?
But there was something I wanted that only she could give me.  "During the
honeymoon, you only fuck, suck or otherwise have sex with me."

   She thought about it for a moment.  "Hell," she finally said.  "It's
only a month; I suppose I'll survive."

   Then I asked her, "What do you want for a wedding present?"

   She looked at me.  She knew I could buy her anything she wanted
including some small countries.

   Finally she told me.  "Well, since I have to go a whole month being
faithful . . ." Then she spelled it out.  Even knowing what she was, what a
slut she was, I was shocked.  But I said I'd do my best.

   I hired a "wedding consultant" to get everything just right.  The
wedding was to be held in a big, old church in the middle of town.  I chose
it for its grandeur, not its denomination.  And after writing a six-figure
check to the church's charity fund, I could have held a Black Mass in the
church for all its parishioners cared (and at my tax bracket Bill Clinton
will pay half of it anyway).  After the ceremony a limousine would take us
to the reception at the hotel with a sit-down dinner for 600 family and
close personal friends.  To save time and travel we'd spend the night in
the hotel's best suit and in the morning the limousine would take us to the
airport for the flight to a private island in the Caribbean.  I figured the
temptation for her would be less there.  All that the consultant handled. I
took care of the present.

   At first I wasn't sure how to go about it.  Then, driving through a
slightly seedy part of town I saw an adult bookstore.  I went in and looked
at the movies.  A couple of the production companies were local so I bought
their films (so I wouldn't have to return them).  I took them home and
watched them and decided one called "Blue Balls Productions" did the best
job so far as lighting and camera work.  A quick internet search and I had
their address.  I was surprised; they were located in a nice office
building downtown.  I walked in and a pretty blonde receptionist, whose
exquisiteness was only marred by a pair of fake 44DD boobs, asked it she
could help me.

   "I want to see whoever's in charge."

   "And you are?"

   "Give him my calling card," and handed her a $100 bill.

   She picked up the phone and talked to someone.  "There's someone out
here you ought to meet, Phil . . .  No, he didn't say but he gave me a
hundred . . .  Yes, he said it was his 'calling card.'" She hung up. 
"He'll be right out."

   Phil turned out to be a middle aged balding man with a beer belly
hanging over his belt.  He introduced himself and asked my name.  When I
told him his eyes got wide.  "Didn't you sell some internet thing and now
you're richer than God?  I read about that in the paper."

   "Yeah, but not richer than Bill Gates," I clarified.

   "What can I do for you?"

   I looked at the receptionist who suddenly decided I was real attractive.
"Do you have an office?"

   "Sure, come with me."

   He took me into a room with a cheap desk and folding chairs.  Around the
walls were stacks of porno tapes.  "Our latest movie," he said.  "'Saving
Ryan's Privates.'"

   I chuckled politely.  "Did you produce 'Adult Toy Story 2'?"

   "Yeah," he said smiling.  "Made a cool hundred 'k' on that little
number. Shot most of it right here in these offices."

   "Well, Phil, I'm an admirer of your work and I'd like to hire you to
make a video for me."

   Phil leaned forward.  "What kind of video?"

   I ignored his question.  "Can you provide, uhm, actors, too?"

   "Sure, I've got a big stable.  You want to do a porno?"

   I reached in my pocket and put a stack of hundred dollar bills on the
desk.  "That's a thousand dollars.  You know I have plenty more where that
came from.  Yes, I want you to make a 'porno.' But if anyone sees it but
you and whoever else in your company needs to, do you believe I have the
power, the wealth, to crush your balls like wadding up a soiled napkin?"

   He nodded.  "Only me and my editor will see it."

   "Okay," I said.  "I'll pay all your costs plus ten grand for your time
and trouble.  If I like the result, I'll kick in up to five more big ones.
All for one Saturday afternoon's work." I didn't exactly know why I was
talking like a bad movie but it seemed to work on Phil.

   "What's the job?"

   I explained it.  He seemed to like the idea (and didn't seem all that
shocked).  "I'll have to put off production of 'The Boner Collector' but I
can get you what you need," he said.  "Let me handle it."

   "Can you do high-definition work?"

   Phil nodded.  "I can rent the cameras and the editing equipment.  It'll
cost you more."

   "I knew you were the man to see," I laughed.  "Here's a down payment." I
put fifty $100 bills on his desk.  "St Mark's Church, downtown, Saturday
morning at 11:00 am.  Don't be late; the wedding's at two.  You'll have to
sneak in and out.  There's a service door on Third Avenue.  I'll see to it
it's unlocked." I gave him instructions on where to go once inside the
church.

   Phil grinned stupidly.

   "And Phil," I said, trying to sound menacing, "Don't fuck up."

   "Yeah, right, don't worry about it."



   The big day arrived.  The weather was beautiful.  I bribed a janitor at
the church to unlock the door in question so I didn't have to worry about
it.  I showed up at the church about an hour before the ceremony.  The
wedding consultant came up to me.  She was a short, plump middle-aged lady
and always looked like she'd eaten a lemon recently.

   "Carly kicked me out of her dressing room and won't let me back in.  I
have to check her dress and make-up . . ."

   I raised a hand.  "This is her day," I said.  "Let her be alone.  I'm
sure she'll let you in when she's ready.

   "But her Maid of Honor is with her.  I have no idea what they are
doing."

   I looked at my Rolex.  It was one o'clock; I was pretty sure I knew what
she was doing but I wondered why her Maid of Honor, an old high school
friend of hers, was in there, too.

   I patted the woman's arm.  "Don't worry.  It'll be fine." I decided I
had to keep her away from Carly's dressing room.  "Meanwhile, run to the
hotel and make sure everything's ready."

   "But I made sure . . ."

   I cut her off.  "I just heard that hotel ruined a friend's event.  I
want you to personally double-check everything.  Any additional expenses,
just put it on my bill."

   She smiled and said, "As you wish, sir."

   Carly was about a half hour late coming out of her dressing room.  I
forbad anyone from bothering her until "she is ready to come out." Finally,
she emerged and the ceremony started . . .

   .. . .  I sat down next to her on the couch, pointed the remote at the
player, and pressed, "Play."

   The first thing to show on the screen was a door.  It was the door to
the room she was dressing in.  The door opened slowly as if the intruder
was trying to be quiet.  As the portal opened I saw Carly in her wedding
dress in the arms of her Maid of Honor (her name was Cheryl) and they were
kissing.  Not a quick girlfriend-to-girlfriend peck but a passionate,
spit-swapping kiss.  (And if you've never seen HDTV it's amazing.  It truly
looks like a "moving picture." The scene couldn't have been clearer if they
were standing in front of me.)

   I hit the "pause" button and looked at Carly.

   She shrugged her shoulders.  "Cheryl took my cherry when I was sixteen.
She introduced me to being a slut.  In high school the boys called us 'C &
C.' You weren't considered cool in that school if you hadn't gotten a 'C &
C.' And a lot of them did.  It's because of her I am what I am today."

   "So you're bi?" I asked.

   "I guess.  I have had sex with women occasionally.  Mostly with Cheryl."

   Okay, I thought, I have a bi, slut wife.  What other surprises I had
coming I could only guess at.

   I hit "Play" again.  Carly and Cheryl noticed the open door and broke
their embrace.  The scene shifted to another camera's view and we could see
the first cameraman (a thin kid) run into the room to get reverse angle on
the scene.  The women watched him with amazement.

   "What is this?" Carly asked angrily.

   The scene shifted again so we could see Phil in the doorway holding a
camera.  "Excuse me, your husband-to-be hired us to shoot a video of the
ceremony and we'd just like to get some shots of you before hand if you
don't mind.  It's your wedding present." I had told Phil to use that
phrase.

   Carly smiled coyly.  "Oh, of course, come on in."

   Phil said, "We have quite a bit of equipment to bring in, miss, if you
don't mind."

   Carly nodded.  The camera inside the room showed Phil walking in and
following him were more men.  Some carried lights, some boxes for
equipment. All were black and all worked for Phil but not as "grips" but as
performers.  It was just an excuse to get them into the room.  I counted
them as they entered.  I had no idea how many Phil could get on short
notice.  But they kept coming in.  Finally, when the seventh black man
entered the room he closed the door behind him and locked it.  Phil told
the men where to place the lights and to stack the boxes in a corner out of
the way.

   Once the preparations were made, Phil said, "Okay, ladies, you just
stand there and do what comes naturally while we tape."

   C & C looked at each other and giggled.  Then they started kissing
again. It was very erotic to see my bride and her Maid of Honor making out.
They ran their hands over each other's bodies, stopping at breasts, asses,
and trying to feel each other's cunts through their dresses.  There was a
chaise lounge in the room and Cheryl lead Carly to it and had her lay down
on her back.  Cheryl pushed up the skirt of the wedding dress and the
petticoats.  Finally, like unwrapping a present, she found her treat. 
Carly was wearing white stockings and there were garter straps holding them
up.  She had on white panties, the same ones I was holding as I watched the
scene.  Cheryl pushed them aside and started licking up and down Carly's
vulva.  Carly leaned back and moaned.  This went on for a few minutes and
Phil and his other cameraman were doing a great job of capturing it going
from a close-up of Cheryl's mouth on my wife's pussy to Carly's face
showing her pleasure.

   One of the camera's panned around the room to show that all of the black
men were naked and stroking their cocks.  Some of them had very large
cocks. When Cheryl started licking Carly's clit my bride gasped and opened
her eyes.  Then she suddenly seemed to notice the profusion of ready cocks
for her.

   "Come 'ere," she said huskily to one of the men.  "I need that cock in
my mouth."

   The man, with a medium-sized boner grinned and walked over.  Carly
sucked down his meat with zeal.  I'd heard Carly talk about having sex with
other men but this was the first empirical evidence I had of it actually
happening.  I was fascinated to watch my beautiful bride, still in white,
suck on a black cock while her maid of honor licked her clit.

   This scene went on for a few minutes.  The Carly started to come on her
girlfriend's face.  Cheryl licked with abandon as Carly bucked her pussy
against her mouth.

   Then another of the men walked over and started lifing up Cheryl's
dress.

   "No!" she said, stopping licking Carly's pussy long enough to talk. 
"This is her wedding.  She gets all the cock." Cheryl came out from between
Carly's thighs and said, "If you want a cunt, this one's ready for you."

   Carly stopped sucking on the black cock in her mouth.  "Wait, let me get
out of this dress; it has to look good for the wedding." She stood up and
Cheryl unzipped the dress.  Carly stepped out of it.  Then she removed her
white petticoats and camisole.  She was then wearing white silk panties, a
white garter belt holding up white stockings, and a white, lacy bra.  With
her veil still on she looked hot and innocent at the same time.  She
slipped off her panties, laid back down on the chaise, spread her legs, and
said, "Come on, boys, there's enough holes here for all of you." I about
came right then to hear my fianc e talk like that.

   The man who had tried to lift Cheryl's dress dove in and replaced her
licking Carly's cunt.

   Carly looked at her girlfriend and said, "Cheryl, make sure they stay
hard for me but I get all the cum."

   Cheryl giggled.  "I always wanted to be a fluffer."

   I hit the pause button.  "A what?" I asked my wife.

   "A 'fluffer.' It a girl who's job it is to keep the men hard while
shooting pornos while they are setting up the camera and lighting and
stuff."

   "And you know this because . . .?"

   Carly shrugged.  "I don't know, I just do."

   "Okay," I muttered and hit the play button.

   Carly sucked down the cock that had been in her mouth again while the
other guy licked her pussy.  Cheryl got down on her knees and went from man
to man sucking them off to supposedly keep them hard.  They seemed pretty
hard to me and she just seemed to be having a good time.

   The man Carly was sucking-off started moaning.  I could tell he was
about to come.  Carly pulled him out of her mouth and let him shoot his
come all over her face.  Some landed in her hair and veil.  When he was
finished, she sucked him off some and then said, "Okay, I need a cock in my
pussy and one in my mouth."

   The guy eating her stopped and scooted up, positioning his cock against
her vagina.  It was a large cock (not the biggest in the room but big
enough).  Another man walked over with a large cock and placed it against
Carly's cheek.  She turned her and sucked the large, black head into her
mouth.  She had a little trouble getting the whole cock in her small mouth
but with some effort was sucking down most of his shaft.

   The man between her legs shoved his cock into her.  Her eyes grew wide
and she groaned around the obstruction in her mouth.  The men pumped her
from both ends.  I had trouble believing I was watching my wife with two
cocks inside her.  Here she was a delicate, beautiful woman being ravaged
by two black rods.  And apparently loving it.  As she sat beside me
watching the tape she started masturbating.  I almost didn't dare touch my
penis for fear I'd come at the slightly stimulation.

   It didn't take long for the guy fucking her to stiffen and come.  He
pumped his semen into my wife's cunt.  She had an orgasm at the same time,
moaning around the cock in her mouth.  Then he pulled out of her and the
camera zoomed in to see the cum leak back out.  The HDTV showed ever drop
of juice in her pussy.

   Almost immediately another guy got between her legs and started pumping.
The guy in Carly's mouth started coming and again Carly pulled him out and
let him come on her face.  And another cock entered her mouth.  I'd now
watched five men enter two of my wife's orifices.

   There was one man with a huge cock.  It looked like the size of my
forearm with a cock head as big as my fist.  Cheryl hadn't been able to
take it into her mouth and had to settle for just licking the shaft.  I
noticed this guy was hanging back.

   When the man fucking Carly came (her second cum shot into her pussy) she
stopped the sixth guy from entering her.  She stopped sucking on the cock
in her mouth and looked at the guy with the immense cock.  "I've got to
have that cock in me; come here."

   Carly stood up and directed the guy to lie on the floor.  He did with
that tool sticking almost straight up.  Carly straddled him and slowly
lowered herself on his cock.  When it started to enter her, the camera
zoomed in tight and I could see her pussy lips move aside to allow the
thing in.  The veins on it were so big they moved her lips further apart as
they slid by.  Carly's mouth made an "O" and her cum-covered face showed
she was in ecstasy.  It must have taken a full minute for Carly to sink all
the way down until her ass rested on his thighs.  Then she used her strong
legs to rise up again.  She rode up and down on that cock, her eyes closed
and her mouth letting out gasps of delight and pleasure.

   Then she leaned forward onto her hands with that mammoth cock still in
her cunt.  "Cheryl, who's left?" she asked.

   Cheryl took the hard cock out of her mouth and said, "I got three hard
one here." Two guys had apparently gotten it back up with Cheryl's help.

   "I need a cock in my ass," Carly said.

   "Got one right here," Cheryl replied and pulled the last guy, who hadn't
been in her before, over to Carly's perfect white ass.

   "Let me get her ready for you," Cheryl told the guy.  Then she started
licking Carly's asshole.  She got it nice and slobbery wet.  She pulled
some of the cum leaking out of Carly's cunt, displaced by that monster
cock, and used it to lubricate Carly's anus.  She put a finger in, then
two. Then she declared, "Okay, she's ready."

   The black man got on all fours over Carly's back and put his cock
between her ass cheeks.  Cheryl helped guide him to his tight goal.  Once
there he pushed in slowly.  Again the camera zoomed in to catch every
detail of this cock sodomizing my wife.

   Once he was all the way in her bowels, Carly started rocking back and
forth on the two cocks in her.  She did this for a few moments then said,
"I need a cock in my mouth.  I want to do a three-way."

   The guy who'd first come in her cunt walked over with his reinvigorated
cock and Carly gobbled it up.

   "That's the first time I've done a triple penetration," Carly said (the
one in the room with me, live).  She kissed me hard.  "Thank you."

   On the T.V.  Carly was sandwiched between two black men with a cock each
in her cunt, asshole, and mouth.  I couldn't help think of an Oreo. 
Suddenly she stiffened and, somehow, rocked faster.  She was obviously
having an orgasm and a massive one at that.

   "It was wonderful," she said (the live one).  "All I felt was pleasure
from every part of my body."

   Her coming sent the guy in her ass over the edge.  He pulled out and
came all over her asshole.

   "Hey, she wanted that inside her," Cheryl said.

   The guy muttered something apologetic and wandered away.  Cheryl started
licking the cum into her mouth, and licking it out of Carly's now-gapping
asshole.  When she had most of it in her mouth, she went to Carly's face
and pushed the man out of Carly's mouth.  Then Cheryl kissed Carly,
transferring the cum from Carly's asshole into her mouth via Cheryl's
mouth. It was disgusting and wonderful at the same time.  When Cheryl
pulled away, a long string of cum stayed between their luscious lips until
it finally snapped back onto Carly's chin.

   The man under Carly had been watching this and apparently this sent him
over the edge.  With a huge roar he started coming.  He grabbed Carly's
shoulders and pushed her down on his colossal tool until she was sitting on
his hips.  He kept pumping for what seemed minutes.  Finally he let go of
my wife and she rolled off of him and laid on her back on the floor.  Cum
was leaking out of her pussy and down to her asshole.

   Cheryl leaned over and gently kissed her cum-covered lips.  "You okay,
hon?" she asked.

   Carly nodded, seeming too exhausted to go on.

   "Do you want more?"

   Carly hesitated a moment.  Then he nodded.  "Anything left?" she asked
with a weak laugh.

   Cheryl looked around the room.  "I've got two standing at attention and
probably three I could get up easily."

   "Get my panties," Carly said.  "I don't want anymore cum to leak out.  I
want to save it for James."

   Cheryl nodded and got the white undies.  She helped Carly slip them on.

   "Okay," my bride said.  "I'll suck off anyone who wants it." She rose up
on her knees.  For the next hour she sucked off all the black men again,
the thin cameraman, and even Phil (I decided then to cut his pay by a
couple of thousand).  She had trouble with the big cock and it turned more
into a hand job with licking.  She let all of them cum on her face.  When
she was done she was covered in cum and it was in her hair and veil, and
her face, shoulders, and breasts were covered.  It was dripping off her
chin onto her belly.  The last shot of the video was a close-up on her
face. She smiled sweetly through the cum and said, "Thank you for the
wedding present, my dear."

   The screen went to snow.  I turned off the T.V.  and looked at my wife.
My slut.  My slut wife.

   "Thank you," she repeated.  "Now you know why I was late.  After they
left I had to clean up, get all the cum off my face, re-do my make-up. 
Cheryl told the wedding consultant that we'd spilled make-up on the veil
and she went out and got a new one somewhere.  I put on pantyhose to be
more respectable and we came out for the ceremony"

   "Did you like you wedding present?" I asked.

   Carly smiled.  "I can't think of anything sluttier than getting gang
banged on my wedding day, in the very church where I was to be married,
then walking down the aisle with cum leaking out of my cunt."

   "So did you like it?"

   In answer she kissed me.  I pulled her into the bedroom and on the bed
and laid her on her back.  Cum was still seeping out of her well-fucked
pussy.  I got out of my clothes and shoved my cock in her cunt.  There was
almost no sensation from the lube of the cum and how wide she'd been
spread. But knowing I was fucking my wife, for the first time as my wife,
after she'd taken on seven black men (and two others) and this was what
sloppy fifths I was enjoying?  made me so hot I came almost immediately. 
Carly orgasmed again (I don't know how, she couldn't have felt much,
either).

   I gently undressed her and then we cuddled under the covers and I held
my wife.  I knew that for at least one month she was mine alone.  What
would happen after that, what could top what she'd just done, I didn't
know. But I suspected we'd have some interesting adventures together.

   First thing I wanted to do after the honeymoon was get a "C & C." 

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