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When I awoke, I was in my bedroom. I could feel my arm wrapped around
someone. I looked down. It was Naisa. No one else was in the bed.
Naisa stirred.
"Good morning," I said.
Her hand went to my hard cock. "Yes, it is hubby," she said.
"Yes, it looks like I have erections again," I said.
"You still haven't had my ass yet, hubby," she said.
"No, and I'm looking forward to that this morning," I said.
"I already called your office, and said you'd be out today, my husband,"
she said.
"Why did you call me your husband?" I asked.
"Oh, would you prefer 'wife'?" she asked.
"Are we married?" I asked.
"Yes, we got married last night," she said surprised.
"I don't remember that!" I exclaimed.
She produced her phone. She showed me a picture of me wearing Layla's
wedding dress. "We got married, don't you remember?" she said alarmed.
"No," I said.
She flipped through pictures. Me in the gown. The two of us standing next
to each other smiling. The two of us outside an all-night wedding chapel.
The two of us exchanging vows. "Any of this jog your memory?" she asked.
"No. It's all a blank," I said.
She flipped through more pictures. Me lifting the dress showing I was
wearing the panties with the butt plug and vibrating cock sleeve built
in. "You said the worst part of the dress was the button that turned on
the vibrators was in my hand," she said.
"I did?" I asked.
"Yes. I turned them on the highest setting during our vows. You actually
said 'I (moan) do,' and had an orgasm," she said.
"I don't remember!" I said.
She lifted the sheets, showing me that she not only had no cock cage, but
her cock was gigantic, perhaps monsterous in size. She wasn't hard, but
it had to be more than 8" long. Erect, it was probably 10" or more. Worse
than that, it was easily the thickest cock I'd ever seen. "You don't
remember this?" she asked.
"No," I said.
"You said you had five orgasms just from a 15 minute quickie in the
parking lot of the wedding chapel after the ceremony," she said.
"I don't remember that!" I said, now getting angry
She turned the phone to me, and played a video of me with the bridal gown
hiked up and her fucking my ass while I was bent over the hood of my car.
"You sure?" she asked.
"No, I definitely don't remember that!" I said.
She showed me another video. I was still wearing the dress and she was
fucking me missionary position. I was moaning.
"I don't remember that either!" I said.
"Is this some kind of joke?" she asked.
"No, I just don't remember any of that!" I said.
She grabbed my hand and held it up. There was a wedding ring on it. She
showed me she had one, too. "You don't remember the Justice of the Peace
saying they get a lot of girls that want to marry girls, and then
laughing when he looked at the marriage license application, and
correcting himself by saying 'a lot of same sex couples'?" she demanded,
now a little angry
"No, I don't!" I exclaimed.
"Do you have a problem with being married to me?" she asked, now getting
teary eyed.
"I don't really know you," I said.
"I know it's quick, but Layla has been trying to find me a husband for a
year. She's gone through a dozen or more guys, and all but you quickly
failed out. When you passed the last of her tests, she said we'd be
perfect together," she said.
"I thought Layla was coming to live with me? This whole thing has been a
test?" I asked.
"Yes, from the videos of her on the porn sites to last night. It's all
been a test. She's like a matchmaker," Naisa said.
"What about the other people involved? Cindy and Ariel? Pam and Ginger?
Raza?" I asked.
"Cindy and Ariel were matched like you and I were. Pam and Ginger are
really twins. Ginger was being exploited by her ex-boyfriend, and Layla
did a number on him. She convinced him to get a boob job. Ginger actually
did the gang bang to finance it. Layla is very clever," she said.
"What about Raza? I thought she was your girlfriend?" I asked.
"No, she's really Layla's lover," she said.
"I guess that explains why Layla's so loose back there," I said.
"I've never been fucked by Raza or Pam. I'm still tight," she said,
giving my cock a squeeze.
"What a bitch Layla is!" I said.
"Why do you call her that? I'd say she's found me my perfect match,"
Naisa said.
"Listen, you're absolutely beautiful. And, based upon the videos, an
incredible lover. But, I really don't know how we got married and I can't
remember it," I said.
"It's called a roofie. It's a drug that makes you compliant. You might
remember some stuff, but you'll forget most. Guys in bars slip it into
girl's drinks all the time. The girl wakes up the next morning in a
strange bed with a guy she doesn't know," she said.
"Like what's happening to me right now," I said.
"Not quite the same. After you fell asleep on the sofa, we decided it was
time to go to bed. When we got upstairs, you felt revived. We decided to
play dress up with Layla's clothes. You got into the wedding gown
voluntarily. Layla gave me the remote control. We then went downstairs to
get more drinks, all dressed up. I was playing with the remote. I kept
you on edge for quite a long time. I told you that I'd let you cum if you
married me. You agreed, although I don't know if you were serious. Layla
slipped the roofie into your drink. Raza told you that I'd let you cum
after you said 'I do'. You suggested the wedding chapel, probably after
the roofie had started to take effect. We went to the wedding chapel. As
you were saying the vows, I turned the vibration on in your ass and you
came. After the wedding, you said you were incredibly horny. You were
allowed to unlock my cock before we left for the chapel, and saw how big
it was. You said your ass felt empty, and needed my big cock back there.
After you pulling the train that night, I had little trouble getting it
in. Later, when we got home, you wanted me to fuck you missionary style,
so I did it while Layla video'd it," Naisa said.
"I kind of remember Layla wanting to show off the Manga costumes," I
said.
"Do you remember her showing you how the wedding gown was too big for
her?" she asked.
"Now that you mention it, I do," I said.
"That's why you were wearing it," she said.
"I'm still wearing white stockings and a white garter belt," I said.
"Yes, those were part of the costume. Over on the floor are the panties
with the butt plug and vibrating sheath," she said.
"I kind of remember pulling that off," I said.
"I pulled it down in the parking lot, and then put it back on you to
prevent the cum from leaking out in the car. When we got here, you
practically ripped it apart trying to get it off so I could fuck you
again," she said, again squeezing my cock, which was miraculously rock
hard.
"And fuck me you did," I said.
"You were great in bed," she said.
"Thanks," I said.
"And I hope you'll want to fuck me now, to vindicate my decision to marry
you. I can't be with a girl who is exclusively a bottom," she said.
"I've wanted to fuck you ever since I laid eyes on you," I confessed.
"How did you want to fuck me?" she said, squeezing my cock.
"I wanted to pull off that dress, bend you over the sofa, and fuck your
sweet little hole," I said.
She let go of my cock. "You said you liked my tits last night," she said,
bringing the bed covers down so they were exposed
"I did. They're great. I sucked on the left one while Raza fucked me,
remember?" I asked.
"I do. Did you like the feel of my tits?" she asked.
"I did," I said.
"How about my cum? Did you like my cum?" she asked.
"I did. It was scrumptious," I said.
"I've been told I cum like a fountain," she said.
"Yes, you came a lot while Layla fucked you," I said.
"I didn't notice any on your face afterwards," she said.
"Because I swallowed it," I said.
"Touch me," she said.
I reached down and felt her cock. It was huge and hard. "Oh my God.
You're massive!" I exclaimed.
"You said the same thing in the parking lot last night, before you began
moaning and screaming 'I'm coming. Don't stop!' over and over," she said.
"You called my office and told them I wouldn't be in today?" I asked.
"I did. I told them we got married last night and we were going to
honeymoon at home today," she said.
"What did they say?" I asked.
"They said that was fine," she said.
"We're really married?" I asked.
"Yes, we are. We've also consummated the marriage in the parking lot and
in bed here last night, so there can't be an annullment," she said
quietly.
"Do you want to be married to me?" I asked.
"Yes," she said softly, and then kissed me.
I broke the kiss. "Do you want to know if I want to be married to you?" I
asked.
Tears started welling in her eyes. "Do you want to be married to me?" she
asked.
"It depends," I said.
"On what?" she asked.
"On how well my cock fits in your holes," I said.
She threw back the covers and put my cock in her mouth. A few seconds
later, she was deep throating me. She did that for a few moments and then
stopped right before I was about to cum.
"How is that?" she asked.
"Another 10 seconds and I would have cum," I said.
"You need to try my ass," she said.
"I want to try your ass," I said.
She laid down and pulled up her knees. Her hole was visible. She made it
wink at me. "It's lonely. It needs some attention," she said.
"What kind of attention?" I asked.
"The big, thick kind. Start with some lube," she said.
I gently lubed her hole. She was jerking her monster cock as I did it.
"That should be enough. Put it in. I'm aching to cum," she said, stroking
her cock.
I eased it in. Her hole was warm and inviting. Her muscle control was
incredible. She could squeeze me so tight I could barely move it. She
could ripple the muscles to make her colon massage my cock. It felt good
to be inside. I slowly fucked her. She began to fuck me back. Her hand
continued to stroke her cock.
When she came, the cum splashed on my chest. Her anal muscles clamped
down. I was close to orgasm at that point, and the grip caused me to
flood her bowels with my cum.
I collapsed on top of her, my cock embedded deep in her ass. She wrapped
her legs and arms around me. I could feel her huge meat sandwiched
between us softening.
"You're the best," she whispered.
"You're my wife," I whispered back.
"You're my wife," she whispered back.
"Only in the house," I whispered back.
"I require you to wear panties all the time," she whispered.
"I like the pink ones," I whispered.
"I know," she said and then giggled.
"I like to wear the garter belts and stockings, too," I said.
"So do I, especially when I'm being fucked in the ass," she said.
"We're in agreement there," I said.
"Layla said we could keep the Manga outfits," she said.
"That's cool," I said.
"We'll have to see which of us can wear which ones. Some look a bit small
for you," she said.
"Ok," I said.
"Let's take a shower," she said.
We got up and took a shower. By the time we were done, we were both ready
to fuck again.
Later that morning, we ventured to the kitchen for some lunch. On the
kitchen counter was a beautifully wrapped box with a wedding card. The
card said it was from Layla and Raza, and they wished us the best
marriage ever and promised to come toast with us on our first
anniversary. Inside the box were a set of Waterford Crystal flutes that
matched the champagne flutes I already owned.
The day flew by. We toured the house dressed up, had sex that began in
the dining room, travelled to the kitchen, family room, hall, foyer,
staircase, and finally ended in a guest bedroom upstairs.
We both went to work the next day. It was painful to sit. When I got
home, Naisa had aleady arrived with a suitcase. We fucked ourselves
silly. We discarded our cock cages, deciding we'd never want to use them
again. Naisa gave me a butt plug as a wedding gift, and I was required to
wear it until my ass was used to her girth (which took only a few days,
because she was fucking me every day).
Each night for the first week, Naisa arrived with a suitcase with more
clothes. on the weekend we went to her apartment and cleaned it out. The
extra furniture went into my garage. Her clothes went into the master
bedroom closet. She had a lot of other stuff, that also went into the
closets and filled a guest bedroom.
After a month of living together, we decided to have a yard sale to sell
the extra stuff she brought from the apartment. We sold nearly all of it.
Actually, Naisa sold nearly all of it. She wore a skin tight dress and no
bra. No man who came left without taking something and paying a premium
price for it.
After a year, Naisa confessed to me that we really were not married. The
pictures inside the chapel were actually staged in a friend's house. The
outside of the chapel pics were taken that night, as were the two videos.
The story had been carefully crafted by Layla, knowing that the roofie
would prevent me from knowing the truth, and that I'd be susecptible to
suggestion the next morning to fill in those missing hours.
I told Naisa it didn't matter. I considered us married.
Layla and Raza came over for the first Anniversary dinner at my house.
They seemed disappointed that neither Naisa nor I wanted to have sex with
them, nor anyone else besides each other.
Naisa said it best. "You matchmade a perfect match. We don't need anyone
else."
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