Chapter 4: The First Night with my husband.

The knock on the door made my whole body freeze. The young man behind me stopped moving at once. His thick c**k was still buried deep inside me after only four strokes. I could feel every inch of him stretching me open. My legs shook. Wetness ran down my thighs under the lifted wedding dress. “Riley? Are you almost ready?” It was my father’s voice. Calm and familiar. “They’re about to start downstairs. Everyone’s waiting.” Panic hit me hard. I looked over my shoulder at the young man. His eyes were wide. He pulled out of me fast. The sudden empty feeling made me bite my lip. I dropped the front of my dress and it fell back around my legs. He didn't come in with any pants so I told him to hide in my cabinet and leave when I'm out of the room. I quickly grabbed my wet panties from the carpet and stuffed them into the small drawer of the vanity. My heart slammed against my ribs. “Just a minute, Dad,” I called out. My voice sounded higher than normal. “I’m putting on the last things.” I heard him shift outside the door. “Alright. Don’t take too long. Ethan looks nervous already.” I smoothed the front of my dress with both hands. The fabric felt cool against my sticky skin. My p***y was still throbbing and wet. I could feel the open feeling he had left behind. I checked my face in the mirror. My cheeks were red. I wiped the shine from my lips and fixed a strand of hair. “Wait five minutes after I'm out,” I whispered to him without looking. “Then you can come along after me.” He nodded once and waited. I took in a deep breath, then opened the main door. My father stood there in his suit, smiling the way he always did when he was proud. “You look beautiful,” he said. He leaned in and kissed my cheek. “Your mother would have loved this day.” I forced a smile. “Thank you. I’m ready.” He offered his arm. I took it. We walked down the long stairs together. Each step made my thighs rub and reminded me how wet I still was. The big skirt of the dress hid everything. No one could see the mess between my legs. Downstairs the rooms were full of soft music and quiet talk. Ethan stood at the front near the flowers. He looked at me like I was the only person in the world. His eyes were warm. I smiled back, but my mind stayed on the thick c**k that had just been inside me. The ceremony started. I stood beside Ethan and repeated the words the officiant said. My mouth moved. My voice stayed steady but Inside I felt the opposite. My p***y kept clenching around nothing. Every time I shifted my weight I felt more wetness slip out. I kept thinking about how full I had been only minutes ago. Ethan’s hand held mine. His palm was dry and gentle. I wondered what his c**k looked like under the suit. I had never seen it yet. We had waited. Tonight would be the first time. I said “I do” when it was my turn. Ethan said it too. People clapped. He kissed me soft and careful. The taste of him was clean. Nothing like the raw need I had felt upstairs. We turned and walked back down the short aisle together. Guests smiled and took photos. I kept the big skirt close around me so no one would notice anything. The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur of congratulations and light food. People talked and laughed in the main rooms of the mansion. An after-party was planned for later that night with music and more drinks. I stayed close to Ethan, smiling when I was supposed to, but my body would not settle. The ache between my legs never left. It only grew. When the sun started to go down I touched Ethan’s arm. “I’m not feeling very well,” I said quietly. “I think I need to lie down for a while.” He looked concerned right away. “Do you want me to come with you?” “No. Stay with the guests. I’ll be fine. Just a little tired from the day.” He kissed my forehead. “Alright. I’ll check on you soon.” I walked upstairs alone. The bedroom felt too quiet after all the noise. I closed the door and leaned against it. My dress still hung heavy on me. I pulled it off carefully and laid it over the chair. Underneath I was bare. My panties were still hidden in the vanity drawer. I put on a soft robe and sat on the edge of the bed. My mind kept going back to the young man. The way he had filled me in one stroke. The stretch. The heat. I pressed my thighs together and felt how wet I still was. I wished the young man from earlier would comes back to f**k me even more. Time passed. The sounds downstairs slowly faded. Guests left one by one. I heard the front door close for the last time. Then footsteps came up the stairs. Ethan opened the door and stepped inside. He had taken off his jacket and tie. His shirt was open at the collar. He smiled when he saw me. “How are you feeling?” he asked. “Better now that it’s quiet,” I said. He sat beside me on the bed and took my hand. “Today was perfect. You’re my wife now.” I nodded. My eyes dropped to the front of his pants without meaning to. I had been thinking about his c**k throughout the wedding. I wanted to know if he could give me what my body still needed. He leaned in and kissed me. Soft at first. Then a little deeper. His hands moved to the belt of my robe and opened it. I let it fall off my shoulders. He looked at me for a long moment. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. We moved further onto the bed. He took off his shirt and pants. His c**k was already hard when he pulled down his underwear. It was average. Not small, but nowhere near the thick size that had been inside me earlier. I reached for it anyway. I stroked him a few times and felt him get harder in my hand. He climbed over me and settled between my legs. I was still so wet that he slid in easily. He started moving. Steady, gentle strokes. I wrapped my legs around him and tried to pull him deeper. I needed more pressure. More speed. I moved my hips up to meet him. He groaned softly against my neck. “You feel amazing,” he said. I held onto his shoulders and waited for him to pick up the pace. He kept the same rhythm. Not too hard. Not too fast. The kind of careful s*x that felt nice but never reached the place inside me that still ached. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the feeling of him inside me. Minutes passed. Maybe ten. His breathing got heavier. His thrusts became shorter. Then he suddenly pushed deep one last time and came. I felt the warm pulse inside me. He stayed still for a few seconds, then pulled out and rolled onto his back beside me. His chest rose and fell fast. I stared at the ceiling. My body was still wound tight. The need had not gone anywhere. If anything it felt stronger now. “What was that?” I said. My voice came out quieter than I meant. “I want to believe that was just a warm-up. I’ll be waiting for you, rest up fast honey, I need you deep.” He turned his head and gave me a tired smile. “Sorry. I think the whole day got to me. That was… intense.” He reached over and squeezed my breasts once. Then his eyes closed. Within a minute his breathing slowed. He was already asleep. I lay there beside him in the dark. The regret settled in heavily. This was my husband. The man who had overlooked everything and given me a new life. And yet my body still felt empty. I listened to him sleep for a long time. The house was completely quiet now. I slipped out of bed carefully so I would not wake him. I pulled the robe back on and left the room. The hallway was dark. I walked downstairs barefoot. Every room was empty. No guests. No staff. Just big quiet spaces and soft furniture. I checked the kitchen, the living room, the study. Nothing. No one. There was no one I would give the opportunity to f**k me so that I can ease the urge within me. I ended up on the long couch in the main living room. I sat there for a while with my knees pulled up. The ache between my legs would not leave me alone. I opened the robe and slid my hand down. My fingers found my c**t first, then pushed inside. I was still wet from earlier and from Ethan. I closed my eyes and moved my hand the way I needed. Fast and deep. I thought about the thick c**k from the morning. The way it had stretched me. The four strokes that had not been enough. My other hand covered my mouth so I would not make noise. The orgasm built slowly and then hit hard. My legs shook. Wetness covered my fingers. When it passed I stayed on the couch. The house stayed silent around me. I pulled the robe closed and curled up on my side. Sleep came late and restless. I still wanted to believe my husband was tired from the party and everything that happened today. That's why he didn't even last as long as I thought. “Maybe tomorrow. He will do better.”