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Blushing Bride - Part 5: The Wedding Night by Richard-to-Rachel I guess it's natural to be full of nerves and second thoughts on your wedding day but I'm not sure how many grooms have the sort of thoughts that I was having on the morning of my wedding. It wasn't that I wasn't very much in love with Gina, my beautiful fiancee, my dream woman with blonde hair and dark skin, a woman who had always been so loving and generous to me. It was just that between the time of my getting engaged and now, my wedding, things had happened that had complicated matters a little. Much as I loved and desired Gina, she had always been a little straight laced and morally upright, so much so that not only had we never properly had sex before we were married, although on receiving my very expensive diamond engagement ring there had been some awkward fumblings and she had gone down on me, but it was just that once. Since she had such a problem with even the simplest, most vanilla sex, I couldn't bring myself to tell Gina my true desires and fantasies. The things I really felt like doing, the things that really turned me on, would probably have Gina throwing me out before we were even married. Unfortunately, I couldn't keep these kinky desires and urges to myself and eventually they had to come out and so I found myself confessing to my best man Mark about how I wanted nothing more than to dress in sexy feminine clothes and be taken by a hot, hung stud. I had told him this in confidence, so it was something of a surprise when, not only did he do his best to make my fantasy come true, he did it in a room full of my best and oldest friends during my stag party. Dressed in sensual white bridal lingerie and Gina's gorgeous wedding dress, I felt amazing, like a beautiful, feminine, sexual creature. A few of my friends had been a little unsure at first but they soon got into the swing of things and so had I, really relishing the chance to play the role of the virginal blushing bride turned lustful slut, taking cocks in my mouth and arse all evening. It had been one hell of an experience but it had left me confused to say the very least. I knew that I loved Gina very much and I knew that I would like nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with her, still as much in love with her as ever. It wasn't like I didn't find her attractive anymore either. Quite the opposite. Now I had experienced, albeit for just a moment, quite how thrilling it can be to be a beautiful woman, Gina looked even better to me. Even though I envied her perfect, smooth olive skin, her narrow hips and round breasts, I also longed to touch and stroke and caress them. No, the problem didn't lie with Gina, it was with me. After the experiences of my stag night, I didn't know how I could ever get turned on by just being the boring, masculine me. I needed those sensual stockings and panties to get me into the mood and now I was about to marry the gorgeous but unadventurous Gina, I didn't see much chance of that happening. So, as I stood there at the altar, awaiting my beautiful bride, all manner of nerves and unusual thoughts were flooding through my mind. A glance around the room did nothing to set my mind at ease as, inevitably, my eyes lighted on various friends that had been there with me on my fateful stag night. A couple of rows back I saw David. I had lived with David for two years when we were students together, it was a good time in my life, full of fun, drinking and partying. We had a lot of fond memories shared together but none of them were what came to mind as I looked at him. No, there was only one memory that shot to my mind the instant I saw him. Over the time we had lived together, I thought I had learnt all that I could know about David and him about me, but back then neither of us could have predicted the memory I recalled now. It was the image of me losing my virginity as a girl, as a beautiful young bride, Gina's wedding dress pulled up around my waist, my lips wrapped around one cock and David's long, hard member penetrating my tight little arsehole. I couldn't help but blush bright red and turn embarrassedly away as David caught my eye and gave a little grin, I could tell the same thought was on his mind. The memory was so fresh and vivid, it sent an erotic feeling running right through my body and caused my cock to stir a little. I had to get these thoughts out of my head, visions of being penetrated by other men's cocks was certainly not the kind of thing that a bridegroom should be thinking about at the altar. However, it wasn't that easy, turning away from David only caused my gaze to find my old school friend Pete, a massive, broad shouldered bald black guy whose incredible, thick, uncut ten inch cock I had sat on and rode during that amazing evening. A row further back and there sat Jake and Sam next to each other. A completely mismatched pair, Jake, tough, outspoken and laddish, Sam, nervous and effeminate, the evening of my stag party had nevertheless seen these two getting very close as Sam had followed my lead to become lingerie clad Samantha, getting to 69 with Jake as part of the new him. I turned back to Mark, my best man beside me, I needed his support. Although he had been the instigator of my stag night crossdressing fuck fest, he was one friend I had not had the opportunity to suck or fuck. Not for lack of desire on my part. Mark was a very dishy looking man with dark hair and dark soulful eyes that were brimming with thoughtful understanding one moment and sparkling with playful mischief another. I could have been jealous of his beautiful girlfriend Natalie had she not been such a fun and generous person herself. I just hoped my life with Gina would be half as happy as his with Natalie. Sensing my nerves, and guessing the doubts and thoughts running through my mind, Mark laid a reassuring hand on my arm and smiled. "Come on mate, you're finally marrying Gina. You've been wanting this for ages. You love her and you know she loves you, you'll be very happy together," he said, and then, under his voice so nobody else could here, "You made a great bride the other night and I'm sure you'll make an equally good husband." His warm and helpful words were interrupted by the sound of the church organ striking up and I turned along with the whole church to see Gina enter the building and begin to walk up the aisle towards me, escorted by her father Tony. This was it. I was getting married. She did look very beautiful in the wedding dress I knew so well. It was strapless, hanging from her nice round breasts better than it did on my boyish figure, narrowing at the waist before becoming long, flowing skirts. Made of shimmering white silk and lace, it seemed to sparkle as she sashayed towards me. With the white veil covering her face and her dyed golden blonde hair, she could almost have been mistaken for me on that special night, were it not for her feminine curves, the way her cleavage showed above the dress' lacy bodice. "I prefer the dress on you," Mark whispered. He was wrong, Gina looked so beautiful in the dress that I almost fell in love with her all over again. My jealousy at how the dress looked on her perfect feminine figure was overcome with lust and stronger feelings, love and affection. This was the woman I was going to spend the rest of my life with. It didn't matter if I wouldn't get to be a beautiful woman again if I could marry one. Besides, the memories of all that I had got up to on my stag night would be with me forever. The only thing that held me back still was that I had never been able to thank Mark for making it all happen, not properly thank him anyway. Hearing him say the dress looked better on me made my heart skip a beat and for a moment I considered jacking in the whole wedding and living for the rest of my life as Mark's girlfriend instead, but he brought me back to my senses. "It's your wedding day, this isn't the time to be having doubts," he whispered. "But the other night was something else, something special, and it can never happen again." "Now you're married, you don't know what kind of kinky things you and Gina can get up to." And that was it. I was getting married. My beautiful bride stood beside me at the altar. I looked at her and was just able to see reflected back at me from beneath her veil all the feelings I was experiencing, love and happiness mingled with nerves and a little regret at what we were giving up to be together. Still, I was here getting married to my dream girl and one evening of becoming just such a girl wasn't going to stand in the way of my happiness. I didn't know how marriage was going to work out, but I was determined to try and make things work with Gina. I loved her very much, loved her in a deeper way than the lustful desires I felt when I had been dressed in her wedding dress, on my knees sucking cock. There was a slight quiver of nerves in her voice as she said "I do", but, as I lifted her veil to plant our first married kiss on her succulent lips, I could see she was blushing and smiling. I didn't think she had been through the same kind of doubts as I had, but still she was obviously pleased to get the ceremony over with, pleased to be finally united with her new husband, with my ring on her finger and our lips pressed together in front of a huge crowd of our friends and family. I just hoped she would not realise quite how close I had got with those friends the other night. And that was the wedding over with, flying by quickly in a mix of panic and pleasure. The reception was buzzing as the drink began to flow freely and people began to get quite jolly and everybody was enjoying the happy occasion. I too was starting to feel pretty good about things. And why shouldn't I? I was married to a beautiful girl, easily the envy of every other woman in the room, a girl who loved me and who I loved back. Anything else seemed unimportant. Part way through the evening, Mark, the best man, stood up to make his speech, waiting for the drunk and merry crowd to quiet down before he began to speak. My attention turned from my new wife, I suddenly felt all the other feelings of doubt and shame flooding back, remembering how Mark had got me to live out my deepest fantasies just a few days earlier. I looked over at Gina but she seemed happy, she was smiling affectionately at Mark's wife, Natalie. "Excuse me everyone, can I have your attention," Mark said, "I'd like to say a few words about the blushing bridegroom," he laughed, as he drew everybody's attention to my obvious expression of discomfort, "Don't worry Rich, I'm not about to let out all your dirty little secrets." Everybody laughed as if this was a joke but it only served as an awkward reminder for me. "I've known Rich for many years and yet still I'm finding things about him that surprise me, sides to his personality that I'd never seen before. I think some of you will know what I mean." I caught the eye of David once again and he again gave me a little smirk, he certainly knew what Mark was talking about. Once again the flash of me in stockings and a wedding dress, being penetrated by David's hard cock came back into my mind, I remembered just how good it felt but this was really the wrong time for such thoughts. I tried to focus back on Mark's speech. "I haven't known Gina for as long as I have Mark," he was now saying, "But she too is not a simple character. I've certainly seen a different Gina this week to the one I had known before." Here, I caught Zack looking shyly at me, no doubt remembering the different Gina I had been when I sucked his dick for the first time. "My lovely Natalie has got to know Gina very well recently too and assures me that there is more to her than meets the eye as well." Now Gina, who had been smiling at Natalie before, began to blush and look slightly irritable. "So, I'm sure Natalie will join me in thinking that there are some things about Rich and Gina that just make them perfect for one another and I, for one, wish them all the luck and happiness in the world exploring and finding out just what it is that makes them so perfect for each other." Fortunately, after the toast, Mark's speech was over and I was able to relax a little again. But I couldn't escape all the thoughts and feelings that it had brought back up in me. And, even if I could escape those thoughts, I would not have been able to, not with all the people around to remind me. At one point in the evening, an obviously drunk Sam came up to me. "How does it feel, now you're married you might never have the thrill of being a hot woman again," he slurred at me. "Shut up," I hissed, looking around to see if we were overheard but fortunately everyone was too busy with their own drunken conversations and the evening was turning to that stage when quarrels were likely to start breaking out. Gina, who was fortunately far out of earshot, I could see in heated debate with Natalie, although I had no idea what they were arguing over. "Really," Sam went on, "It's something else, isn't it? It feels incredible, dressing and acting like a sexy woman, turning men on like that." An image of Sam in lingerie as Samantha flashed up in my memory, I began to wonder if this was the start of a whole new life for him, and began to feel a bit jealous. "I know I could never give something like that up. If I ever marry then I want to be the blushing bride like you were the other night, not the awkward groom like you are now!" I had no idea what to say to this. Maybe he was right, maybe I was a fool to marry Gina and give up the chance to live my life like I had that one memorable night. But I knew I loved Gina and I would not have been able to handle humiliating her by leaving her at the altar, leaving her to live a life of crossdressing sex. Fortunately, Mark was there to step in on my behalf. "Come on, Sam, you're drunk," he said, "You don't know what you're saying. Not everyone wants to live their life the same way. I'm sure that Rich and Gina have plenty of happiness in store for them yet. And you can never tell what their married life might involve." Sam just nodded and sulked off while Mark turned to me and tried to cheer me up. "You've married a very special woman there, Rich. I know that there's nothing better than having a girl like her, or Natalie, it's what really makes life worth living," he smiled, "Enjoy your wedding night," he said and walked off to pull his girlfriend away from her quarrel with my new wife. I guess Sam was true to his word, because the last I saw of him that evening, I was on my way up to my hotel room and I heard a noise from a room along the corridor. Not wanting to be nosey but not able to help myself, I peered through a crack in the slightly ajar door and saw Sam again, or rather Samantha as he now was, dressed in a floor length gown like many of the women at the reception. Samantha was on her knees and Jake was standing over her, his hard cock out and erect and Samantha started to go down on it. I closed the door and left them to it, happy to see somebody at least getting to live out my fantasies. I headed down the corridor to the suite where I was spending the night with my new wife, the place where she was waiting to consummate our marriage, finally to give her virgin body up to sex with the man she loved. I wished that I could give her everything she wanted but my mind was swimming with a thousand other thoughts, I was thinking of Mark and his affectionate, helpful advice, delivered so soulfully, of Pete and his incredible monster cock penetrating my arse, of Samantha in her feminine clothes sucking cock and of me, looking and feeling sexy in that same wedding dress that Gina was still wearing as I entered the bedroom. She looked amazing in the soft light of the bedroom, a true beauty with her dark skin and blonde hair, the white wedding dress hugging her perfect curves. Once again I felt a mix of desire and jealousy. She beckoned me over and kissed me on the lips as I unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. I certainly recognised the very sexy bridal lingerie she was wearing beneath the dress. I remembered how good just such underwear had felt when I had been the virginal bride dressed in it. "I've been waiting for this night a long time," she blushed cutely, "I've really wanted this so much..." she trailed off, unsure of how to finish her sentence. I knew that I should want this so badly too. It was my wedding night, it should be the most beautiful moment of union between a husband and wife and I had a very special, very beautiful wife, standing before me in sexy lingerie, begging for me. But, as I stripped from tux, I just couldn't get excited, I looked from her gorgeous, sexy, lingerie clad body to my own, dressed in bland, manly clothing and it just didn't feel right, not after I had had my eyes open to the pleasures of dressing in sexy feminine attire. When I was totally naked, my cock still wouldn't respond with any arousal despite the touch and kisses of my hot new wife, the woman I loved. Gina seemed a little put out by this, a little distressed. I knew that she was a virgin so maybe that was the reason for her awkwardness, but she didn't seem too much into it either, as if the sight of my male naked body was as unimpressive and unarousing to her as it made me too. I just could not get into the right mindset for sex. "I don't know what's wrong, honey," I said, distressed that I didn't have it in me to pleasure her. "No," she replied, equally put out, "Am I doing something?" "No, no," I tried to reassure her, "You're beautiful. It's me. I just...Tonight, I've got too much on my mind." So, that was it on my wedding night. A complete nothing. My marriage remained unconsummated and instead I spent a sleepless night in bed with my beautiful new bride, so many thoughts and worries running through my mind. The biggest of all was the fear that after finally getting to marry the girl of my dreams, we would never be able to satisfy each other sexually, that I would never be able to enjoy sex if I wasn't dressing and playing like a sexy woman. The following morning, I awoke after the slightest amount of sleep. Gina was still asleep beside me, looking beautiful even with a slightly troubled frown on her brow. I felt terrible for what had happened the previous night. I didn't want to wake her. I didn't want to look into her eyes and see her disappointment in the way our wedding night had gone. I got dressed and went downstairs where the hotel was serving breakfast. Mark spotted that I was breakfasting alone and came over to join me. Natalie, meanwhile, left to go upstairs again. "You look terrible," he said as he sat down opposite me, "Last night not go well then?" "Last night didn't go anywhere at all," I replied. "That bad?" he said, "What happened." "Like I said, nothing. I just couldn't get turned on," I responded, "She looked so incredible but there was just something that meant I couldn't get into it. And then she didn't seem that into it either." "I think you know why you weren't turned on," he said, "After the other night, I think you know what it might take as well." "You think I need to be dressed up like Gina to get turned on?" I said, voicing my own deep feelings. "Don't you?" he said, significantly. And he was right, of course. "Well, then, what am I going to do?" I said, "Just live the rest of my life in a sexless marriage or divorce the woman I love?" "You could try talking to her," he suggested, "Telling her what it will take." "You know she would never go for that, she's not even a little bit kinky." "Maybe you don't know her as well as you think you do," he said with some significance, as if to suggest there was something of Gina he knew more about than I did. "I wouldn't count on it, I don't want her to be disgusted by me." "If she loves you as much as all that, she'll be understanding at the very least," he said, "I mean, you love her don't you?" I nodded, "And if she told you something about herself, something sexual and a little bit unusual, you would try to understand." "Of course," I said. "Then give her a chance," he told me, "Tell her what it will take, tell her how much fun you could have together, and see what happens." I guess he was probably right. I didn't really know what else I could do, after all. And he made a good point. Gina was the most loving, caring, considerate person I knew, well, apart from Mark himself perhaps, so if anyone would understand this then she would, even though she wasn't a sexual, kinky sort of person. After a while of dithering, of pacing back and forth, up and down the corridor of the hotel, I decided to hell with it, I had to give this a shot or I would spend the rest of my married life wondering what could have been. Just I had screwed up my courage to go in and tell my wife about my desires, about my fetish, my need to dress as a girl for sex, I saw the door of my hotel room open. Natalie came out. She looked at me and smiled with a warmth and kindness that was reassuring, I could see why she and Mark were together. "She's a little bit upset, but she would really like to talk to you," Natalie said as she passed me in the corridor, "I think there's a few things you need to share with each other. If you're totally honest with each other then only good things will come of it." That was the last piece of encouragement I needed. I went into the room determined to tell Gina everything, not only my lingerie fetish, but quite what had happened to me, and to her wedding dress, on the night of my stag party. She was sat on the bed with her head hung. She looked flustered. Her make up was smudged. I thought that maybe she had been crying. I sat down on the bed beside her and opened my mouth. "I think we need to talk," we both blurted out, almost simultaneously, making her giggle a little to break the ice. She had a beautiful, perfect smile and full, thick lips. "You first," she said. "OK," I began, "Um...I don't really know quite how to say this," I paused to think, I didn't really know how to say this to her, "Last night, things didn't go too well. I told you it was because of me. You were beautiful but there was something wrong with me." "No," she said, "No. It was me. There was something stopping me from getting into it." "No, really, it's my problem," I insisted, "It's just that I didn't feel sexy, not like that. Not dressed the way I was." "I don't understand," she said. I glanced over at where she had discarded her clothes from the night before. I walked over, partly to think, partly to distract myself, and picked up the white lace corset and panties that she had worn. "The thing is," I paused again, this was not easy, "It was true when I said how sexy you looked in this, but this was what I needed too. I needed to feel sexy like this." "Um...OK. I'm still not sure I understand," Gina said, but I could see that part of her could, part of her knew. "I want to wear something like this," I just came out and said it, "I can't feel sexy, I can't get into sex and enjoy it unless I do, unless I'm dressed in all sexy, feminine clothes, just like you." "Did Natalie get you to say this?" she seemed annoyed, "Or Mark?" "Huh? No...I..." I began to say. "Oh God. I knew I shouldn't have done it," she said, visibly upset, "I shouldn't have let her make me do those things, but I couldn't help it. I shouldn't have talked to her about it. Now you've just taken it and used it to humiliate me completely." "No," I said, "What are you talking about? I don't understand you now. What I'm saying is true, for real. This is the way I feel. I know it's kind of weird but that's it. There it is." "Really?" she said, her expression lightening up with surprising pleasure at the thought, "Nobody put you up to this? Nobody got you to humiliate me?" "Of course not. I love you," I said, "It's just that this is the way I am, the way I get off. What did you think?" "Oh honey, this is going to sound so weird now, I don't know if you'll believe me," she gasped, she was smiling almost as if she was about to burst out laughing, "Last night, I just couldn't get into it and I didn't know why, not until Natalie talked to me this morning. I should tell you, I'm not a virgin. Well, not anymore. You see, the thing is I think I might be a lesbian, or bisexual or something. All I know is that I guess I'm saying I couldn't get turned on by you last night because you were too manly, I wished you look more soft and feminine." "You don't mean...?" I began again, aghast at how things had turned out. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for it to happen," she said, so confused with conflicting emotions, "But I gave up my cherry to the girls on my hen party, I let them fuck me and I fucked them and it was something incredible!" "I can't believe this!" I said, these revelations coming as fast and as shockingly to me as my own were to her, "This is too strange, too coincidental. The same thing happened to me with the guys on my stag night, I discovered the joys of dressing, behaving and fucking like a woman!" But it wasn't coincidental exactly, as we both were later to realise when we told each other the full details of our parallel sexual awakenings, details that you will have already read. We came to realise that Mark and Natalie had set this all up, they had discovered our underlying desires and realised just how perfectly paired they made us and they had set about awakening those feelings. Of course, at this moment, we hadn't come to realise this, we were still basking in the glow of our mutual discoveries, wondering where exactly these confessions left us, how our behaviour and infidelities in our respective parties just before our wedding would affect our relationship. Finally, Gina broke the silence. I was still holding her wedding corset. She took it from me and held it up to my body as if imagining me in it. "I want to see how you look in girlie things, honey," she said, "Can you show me what a sexy girl you can be? Could you be my blushing bride for our real wedding night?" And so it was that, for the second time in a week, I found myself alone thinking "what am I doing?" while dressing myself in my wife's bridal lingerie. Only this time, instead of an audience of drunk and horny guys, it was my real bride herself that I had to impress with my sexy bride look. Once again, I was a bundle of nerves and excitement at the prospect of being able to truly live out this fantasy that I thought would never become reality. I was in the spacious hotel bathroom, with all of Gina's bridal lingerie and that gorgeous dress I had already enjoyed wearing once before. As I took the lacy corset and laced it tightly around my body, pulling my figure into a more feminine, narrow waisted chest, I felt a welcome familiarity, a sense of recognition as I fondly remembered the time I had done just this before. I began to feel like a sexy woman once again as I slid the pair of lacy white panties up my legs. Once again, wearing the corset and panties made me feel like I had always wanted to be, made me feel like a desirable, sexy woman, a woman like my beautiful Gina. And once again, the feel of the panties on my cock made it start to grow firm and aroused, harder already than it had been at all the previous night. My favourite part was yet to come, another pair of gorgeous white silk stockings just like the pair I had worn before. I loved how sexy they made my legs look and feel. I sat down a slowly rolled them up the length of my legs, loving the soft, sensual rubbing of the material on my bare flesh. And then there was the dress. Strapless and tight around the waist with a long skirt, I remembered it well. I remembered how wearing it had made me feel truly sexy for the first time and I remembered how gorgeous my curvy blonde wife had looked in it on our wedding day. All those feelings flooded back as I zipped myself into the dress and went over to the bathroom mirror to admire my reflection. I was looking pretty good, passably like a pretty girl and that was before I went through Gina's make up and gave myself blushing red cheeks, glistening pink lips and long dark lashes to make my face truly beautifully feminine. My long, blonde hair remained a good match for Gina's own with very little effort. I had to admit to feeling a little turned on at the sight of my pretty, feminine self looking back at me from the mirror. I felt a buzz of excitement and nerves at revealing myself to my wife, dressed in her wedding dress. I took up her veil and covered my face nervously and stepped through the door and back into the bedroom. She was sat on the bed watching me as I entered the bedroom in her wedding dress. She had changed and was now looking ravishingly sexy in black satin lingerie, a bra, panties, stockings and suspenders. Her beautiful dark curvy body looked even sexier with that beautiful underwear. I felt a stirring of excited arousal in my own panties at the sight of her. She smiled at me as I came in. "That's more like it, honey," she said, "Now come over here and let me get a look at you all pretty and feminine." I had butterflies in my stomach, I was trembling with anticipation. I felt just the way I should have felt the previous night, excited by all the possibilities of my married life but a little scared of how things would go right now. I felt just like a shy blushing bride on her wedding night, yearning to get fucked but a little unsure of herself at the same time. Still, I walked over to Gina. She stood before me, fortunately with her being quite tall we were about the same height, and lifted my veil to look on my feminine face for the first time. Her eyes ran across my glossy lips and long lashes with a look of excitement. "You're beautiful," she said with great pleasure, "You look so good as a girl, no wonder you wanted to try this!" "Well, I learnt from the best," I said, blushing, instantly adopting the "Gina" voice I had used on that fateful evening as if to prove my point, "I tried to emulate you, Gina, I wanted to be a gorgeous girl, a pretty bride just like you." "It's really worked," she said, reacting to my feminine voice with an affectionate smile, "We could almost be sisters." That made me feel so happy, wearing her underwear and wedding dress had made me feel sexy but her compliments made me feel so warm and comfortable, I loved her more now than ever. I felt her hand gently caress my arm as she pulled me close to her, "May I kiss the bride?" she asked, cheekily. All I could do was nod dumbly as she took my head in between her hands and pulled me in for a kiss. This kiss was nothing like the dainty peck on the lips we had shared at the altar on our wedding day when it had been her in the dress I now wore. This was a long, wet, lingering kiss that made my body hum with soft, sensual feelings. This time, I could really taste her, I could really feel that she wanted me. Her lips pushed against mine, her tongue caressed my mouth, her body pressed against mine while her hands moved from running through my long, blonde hair, down the back of my wedding dress, all over my body in its feminine, bridal clothes, each touch making me more and more excited. "Mmmm," Gina sighed, her eyes half closed, her lashes fluttering just like mine, before finally breaking from the kiss, "That was something else. Now, I've just got one question. What do I call my beautiful new bride?" "Well," I said, blushing deeply again, "When I said I wanted to be a girl just like you, that was really true. When I tried to imitate you, I even had them all call me Gina." "We can't be having that anymore though, can we," she giggled and kissed me again, "That will just be a bit confusing to all of us." "What would you call me then," I said, kissing her once more. "How about Rachel?" she said, "That would seem to suit you." "Whatever you say, beautiful," I said, pulling her into another long, lingering liplock. As we embraced and kissed, Gina's hands went to unzip the wedding dress. I did nothing to resist as she stripped me from her bridal gown, leaving me in just the tight corset, panties and stockings, all pretty white lingerie to contrast with the sexy black undies that Gina herself was wearing. "Oh Rachel, you look so sexy in your bridal lingerie, I can see why all the men want you," she said, pushing me back onto the bed. She sat astride me on the bed so our stockinged legs were rubbing sensually across each other and her crotch was brushing across mine, making my cock become pretty hard in my white lace panties. She bent over and began to kiss me all over my face, passionately and breathlessly, completely differently from how she had been the night before. I ran my hands down her body, over the curve of her back, stroking her arse through her satin panties, and then down her long, sexy legs. She ran her hand over my corset to my panties, feeling my already quite stiff cock, such a change from the night before. "Oooh, you like being a pretty girl, don't you Rachel?" she grinned naughtily as she held my cock through the soft material of my panties and began to stroke it, "Yes, it makes you feel so sexy in your wedding undies, doesn't it, honey?" "Mmm, yes, Gina," I sighed. "Oh Rachel," she moaned, moving her hand from my cock to her own panties, she slid her fingers inside and began to finger her pussy, "Oh yes. Beautiful girls like you just make my pussy get soooo wet!" She pulled my panties aside, pulled out my cock and continued to stroke it. "Mmmm, yeah Gina, that's it," I gasped, "I guess sometimes you do want a nice bit of cock as well." "Oh yes. If it's attached to the body of a beautiful woman," she giggled, kissing me on the lips, "I couldn't think of anything better!" She got up from me for a second and stripped off her panties. She was still wearing a suspender belt holding up black stockings that made her legs look even better, while her round breasts were held in tight by a black satin bra. She went back to stroking my cock, making it even harder both with her touch and the excitement I gained from the sight of her looking so sexy. Although she was not a virgin, I had never seen her like this. This was the first sight I had of her pussy and I was about to see even more of it. "I want you to lick my pussy. Would you do that for me, my sweet bride," she said as she sat back astride me, this time with her knees up by my head, her suspenders right up close to my face. She lowered herself onto my mouth. Eagerly I began to lick around the swollen lips of her pussy, making her moan with pleasure and grind herself further down onto my mouth. "Oh yeah. Oh God. Oh baby. Yes," she moaned, "Come on baby. Eat my fresh cunt!" I felt so turned on, lying on my back in my bridal lingerie, my cock sticking out of my panties hard and erect, while my once virginal wife talked dirty at me and pushed her tasty, wet pussy into my face, getting my tongue to fuck her, causing her to writhe and moan seductively. My previous experience of dressing up as a woman had involved getting gangbanged by a load of hard cocks, I had enjoyed the experience so much that I had almost forgotten the joys of pussy. I might not have been able to get very turned on when not playing the part of a woman, but that didn't mean I could only fuck men. My new wife's pussy was something special and I was aching with desire for it. My cock was rock hard and quivering in anticipation as I began to stroke it. "Mmm, Gina, I love the taste of your sweet pussy," I sighed, "But I want you to fuck me please, baby. Your pretty bride in white wants to fuck on your wedding night." "Ooooh, ok, baby," she sighed. She moved from sitting on my face and sat herself back astride my crotch. My stiff cock was pointing straight up from my panties. She lowered her warm, wet pussy onto my throbbing hardness, slowly and delicately, moaning loudly as I slid deeper inside her. She just sat for a moment on my cock, sitting upright with her beautiful body stretching above me and a warm glow of pleasure on her face as she contemplated my lingerie clad body stretched out before her. "Mmmm, yes, my sexy bride," Gina moaned, "How do you like that? Do you want me to fuck you now, baby?" "Oh God yes, Gina," I sighed, "I love being your beautiful bride, make this a wedding night to remember." She began to grind herself against my cock and soon to rock her body back and forth more and more vigorously until she was really riding my dick, practically bouncing up and down on it as I pushed my panty clad arse upwards, thrusting up inside her wetness, trying to meet her as she bounced up and down on me. Our stockings continued to rub against each other, making my legs feel so soft, sensual and feminine. Above me, I could see her body shaking, her breasts were pushed out before her, bouncing around. I ran my hands over my own chest, revelling in the thought of myself as a beautiful girl, a new bride, just like her, as I felt the material of my corset and the warmth of my flesh where the tight corset had pushed it up and out like small breasts. "Oh, ohh, ohhhh God," she moaned as she tossed her blonde hair back and let out louder and louder sounds of ecstatic pleasure, "This is what a wedding night should be. Two sexy brides and no men to get in the way!" After she had ridden my cock for a while, we changed positions. Now she was lying on her back on the bed with her black stockinged legs open, inviting me in to that sexy space between her suspenders. I moved myself on top of her and slid my dick back inside her. She pulled me down to kiss her again, our lipsticks mingling together with the taste of her pussy that still lingered on my lips. With our warm bodies writhing together, I began to thrust my dick in and out of her tight, warm pussy. "Oh yeah, come on baby, fuck me," Gina moaned, "Oh Rachel. Oh God. Fuck my tight little pussy, Rachel!" I was only too happy to oblige. I had waited for years to get where I was now, fulfilling two of my long cherished desires, finally fucking the gorgeous Gina, and getting to do it dressed in sexy feminine lingerie. Anyone who might have happened to walk in on us at that moment would never have believed that we were the bride and groom from the wedding the day before, all they would see would be two hot blondes in stockings and lingerie, kissing and fucking with each other. "Ahhh, oooh, Gina. Oh yes. Oh Gina, you're such a beautiful slut. Just like me," I gasped and moaned as I entered her, my whole body alive with pleasure and desire. "Mmm, my pretty bride likes sex does she?" Gina sighed, "Oooh, and Rachel likes to feel a hard cock in her arse too, don't you, Rachel?" "Oh yes, Gina, I love to get fucked, and I love to fuck you," I responded. I could feel her hands on my arse as I pushed my dick inside her. She pushed my white panties aside and now I could feel her fingers exploring around my arsehole. I felt my body tense up with anticipation of what could be about to come next. I was already so turned on by the situation and what was about to happen would probably blow my mind. Sure enough, I let out a simultaneous gasp and yelp of pleasure as my wife shoved two of her fingers right up inside my arse. "AAAH! Oh fuck, Gina," I cried out, "That feels sooo good, baby. Fuck my arse with your fingers!" Now I was being incredibly stimulated at both ends, my cock quivered with delight as I pushed up deep into Gina's pussy and then, as I withdrew, my arse was promptly filled by her fingers. I continued to cover her gorgeous face and chest with kisses, kisses of lustful desire and kisses of grateful love. I was so delighted, relieved and aroused to find my wife, a woman who I had worried so much about being narrow minded, being not only open to my sensual crossdressing, but enjoying it every bit as much as I did. "Mmmmm, God, Rachel, with your sexy girly body and hard cock, you're gonna make me cum soon," Gina moaned, "I hope I can make my pretty bride cum too." "Oh yes, Gina. Fuck, yes. Don't worry, I'm gonna cum right up inside you," I gasped, "Fuck me with your fingers and my cock will explode!" Sure enough, I could feel my body tingling and shaking with the anticipation of an incredible orgasm building up inside me. I picked up the pace, slamming my dick harder and faster into my wife's pussy, making her beautiful, curvy body shake and rock, begging her to shove more of her fingers up deep into my eagerly waiting arse. "Fuck me, Gina, fuck my girly arse with your fingers!" I moaned, and I felt my ecstatic pleasure reaching its climax, an electric sensation running right through my body, from Gina's fingers in my arse to my cock in her pussy, "That's it. Oh God. Nearly there! I'm gonna cum, Gina. Get ready, baby. OH FUCK! Here we go! I'M CUMMING GINA!!" I continued to shaft inside her as my cock blew a huge load of warm sticky cum right up inside her waiting pussy. Soon, I felt Gina's body quivering with her own climactic moment, coming barely seconds after mine. She writhed and moaned and screamed even louder as her own orgasm mingled with mine. I took this as a pretty good sign for our marriage to come, our reaching a height of climax almost simultaneously on our first time together. Finally, she calmed down and lay back exhausted, letting me withdraw from inside her to collapse on the bed beside her. She took me in her arms and kissed me again on the lips. We lay arm in arm on the bed for what seemed like hours, just basking in the contentment of being two very happy newlyweds, two blushing brides together having enjoyed a quite incredible wedding night, albeit one day too late. "That was better than I could ever have imagined," Gina gave me a warm smile. "It only goes to making me think about just what a great time we can make of married life," I smiled back. "One thing, though, Rachel," she replied, "We should probably do something very nice for Mark and Natalie. After all, they did give us the best wedding gift imaginable in bringing out this side of us." I smiled and relaxed in her warm embrace. She was completely right and the thought was quite exciting for me as well. How would married life work out for me and Gina, now we knew each other's bedroom secrets? Was this just the start of our sexual pleasures as two blushing brides together? And what exactly would we be able to do to thank Mark and Natalie for all they had done for us? Find out in Chapter 6. To be continued...