True Love

True Love By Iluv R. Moore I have to be one of the most fortunate men in the world. It all happened when I met one of the most unselfish women that exists. And, to think, it almost fell through because of a silly one night stand. I definitely have one of the most considerate and giving wives that a man could ask for. But I am getting ahead of myself. Let me explain. In July ten years ago, my friends convinced me to join them for a night out on the town. We went to a nice club that had dancing. There I met my future wife. She was really clever, but I am glad she played hard to get. When I finally got her number, I called her and arranged a date. We dated for about a six months then decided to get engaged. We planned to marry on our one year anniversary of having met. What is the big deal about a one night stand? I cannot see why it is important to some people out all. After all, it is simply pure unadulterated sex. There is no love involved. It is simply a way to get your rocks off, and off good and hard. That is what I tried to explain to my wife. She was crushed. She felt that our marriage would not have a chance because of this indiscretion. I had no choice but to prove that a one night screw meant nothing. I had to think fast and hard. The unexpected confrontation started, of all places, in the church where we were getting married. The bridesmaid approached me and said that something terrible had happened and that I better speak to my future wife. I told her that it is supposed to be bad luck to see the bride at this time. She insisted that without seeing her that there would be no marriage. So, off I went. I knocked at the door and she told me to go away. I opened the door to find my future Italian bride crying. Her exquisite chest was heaving in and out with each sigh. Her long beautiful hair was spilling out around the veil. As she rocked back and forth with her gown up, I could see her beautiful long legs. After speaking a few minutes, the truth came out. She asked me straight out whether I had been faithful to her throughout our courtship. I, of course, told her the truth. She began to cry more fiercely when I asked her what the problem was. She told me she believed me and is therefore unworthy to marry me. I asked her what the hell she was talking about. A couple nights prior to the wedding, she went to a bachelorettes party and got drunk. She was having the time of her life in anticipation of our wedding. Her friends knew she was a virgin and thought maybe she should get a carnal sample before committing herself fully in marriage. They actually slipped her some type of love drug that heightens a woman's sensuality. However, being the woman she is, she did not give in, even though she was being entertained by supposedly exquisite male strippers. Her friends were determined to give my sweet little innocent wife a fling. They told her that I had been unfaithful. After some crying and talking, she thought revenge would make things better. She chose one of the male dancers, and slipped into a room. But, she told me that all she planned to do was talk. She said she must have passed out and found herself nude and filled with sperm when she awoke. I told her that I believed her unquestionably. She felt devastated. I told her not to worry about it. She did not cheat on me. She told me that there is no way she could feel worthy with me, especially knowing that I was faithful to her the entire time. She could not forget about it and said that I would surely be upset when I stopped to think about it. I thought quickly and asked her how I could prove that my love was stronger than a silly fling. She told me she would have to witness my reactions to her being with another man, but it was obviously too late. She was about to go out of the room and announce the cancellation of our wedding when I told her I could prove my ability to not let the one act of indiscretion interfere with our love. I told her to wait. I ran out to my best friend and asked him to promise his silence and complete indulgence. It was an emergency. We hurried back to the dressing room where she waited. I commanded him to kiss her. He looked at me and I almost screamed "no questions. Just do it, please." He kissed her. I told them to be more passionate. She stopped and looked at me and said, "See? You hate me now." I told her with my friend as a witness that I still loved her with all my heart. I went up to her and kissed her. She explained that it was only a kiss. I would still think about her indiscretion. I tried to convince her that it was not true to no avail. I asked my friend to feel her breasts. Again, he looked at me like crazy, but her voluptuousness took control and he started to play with her melons. She whispered to me that it was not the same. I reluctantly but dutifully walked over to her and slipped my hands under her beautiful wedding dress. I reached up and removed her lacy white panties and pulled them over her white high heels. He took the cue and began to massage her thickening and growing clit. He grabbed her hand and placed it on his bulge. Soon his cock was out and she was sliding her hand up and down on it. It was interesting to note that his dick seemed much larger than mine, but I was determined to prove to her that our marriage could work, in spite of her concern about my hurt feelings. It all unfolded quite fast, but I will remember it for an eternity. He gently persuaded her to her knees and she began to lick and suck his cock. She looked like an angel while making love to his now fully erect penis in her wedding dress. He was getting close and she suddenly stopped. She again expressed her concern that I could never forgive her. I told her that was nonsense. She reminded me that she gave away her virginity. I told my friend to fuck her. I will never forget how much she had to spread her legs to accommodate his large thick cock. His fucking brought her to several orgasms before he flooded her pussy with his seed. She looked at me with my cock in my hand and asked if I hated her now. I told her no. She explained that she might be able to believe me if I could do one last thing. She asked me to clean her with my tongue before she ventures out of the dressing room to continue the ceremony. I dove into her pussy. I was still a virgin and never witnessed anything like that before. After cumming one more time and being fully cleaned, she told me to get dressed and that she would take care of my little problem during our honeymoon. I was somewhat surprised that she said my "little" problem, because I knew that size does not matter to women. After we concluded the ceremony with a kiss, she whispered that she could feel my friend's cum on her thighs. She asked me if I still loved her with another man's juice dripping out of her pussy and running down her legs. I assured her that I would have no problem with something that was not her fault. During the reception, I explained to my friend the remaining details of my dilemma before the marriage, and expressed my sincere gratitude for his helping out. He told me that he was all too happy to help out, and laughing said he would help out again if needed. I assured him that would not be necessary. It did not have to rush with the explanation. Every time I looked for my wife, she was dancing with some guy in the bridal party or another male. She is attractive! I felt embarrassed that my wife had to go to such extremes to feel herself worthy of me. She really sacrificed. I know how hard it was for her. Otherwise, I would have thought she was just a simple slut. Of course, I know that is not true. She slipped outside with my friend to express her gratitude. What consideration! She was concerned about his feelings about what happened. Is she not an amazing woman? She was very careful not to let anyone see because she wanted to avoid any embarrassment. In fact, she set it up for two more of my friends to be lookouts while she personally thanked my friend. I noted how one guy was by the door while the other was somewhere in between. Meanwhile, my wife and my friend were in his van. She must have been really super grateful, because she talked to him for almost twenty minutes. She came up to me and gave me a kiss. I told her she must get something to drink because her saliva was salty. She asked me whether I was kidding. Women can be so unintelligent at times. I had to explain basic science to her! Of course, she was nervous and probably perspiring quite a bit. It immediately occurred to me that she might dehydrate. One of the guys said he would get her something and bring it out. He kept her company while she finished her drink in the van. What a nice guy. He went to the van to simply keep her company while she tried to regain her composure. With such good friends, I went back inside. She regained her composure in about another 30 minutes and returned inside. A few minutes later she went behind the bar to get herself a drink. The bar tender was on break. I followed her and she told me that she was dripping again. I had no idea a man's sperm could come out so much later. I asked what she would do and then she simply smiled and said she could use my tongue again. Here?? She said sure. I slid up behind her and when no one was looking, ducked under her bridal gown. Her pussy was soaked. I could not believe how much jism was coming out, especially since she was fucked so much earlier in the day. It almost seemed to be twice as much or even three times as much as before. I know that seems ridiculous, but I am telling you the truth. While eating her out (I can't believe how lucky I am...imagine being able to eat your wife right at the reception!), I heard her talking to several people. She even told one of the guys who was outside with her that I must have been working hard at my new job. She is great. She was willing to lie and cover for me while I enjoyed her female charms. After the ceremony, we headed off for the honey moon. But, that's another story. If you would like to hear more, let me know. 3078 1.19/512345