Kagney Lynn Karter

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WEDDING CONFESSION

My boyfriend Mark’s older sister got married last October when I was still 18.  Like me, he has two sisters and I consider them my own sisters now since I’ve known them over ten years and been in the family dating Mark for the last four.  We even introduce each other as sisters.  It was Mark’s older sister that got me to go out with him in the first place, but that’s a story for another day.

This story/confession of today takes place at her wedding reception.  There were two waiters that I had my eye on and they both were working our table.  I wasn’t a bridesmaid for her, but was sitting at the first family table with my boyfriend and his immediate family.  I was a bit bummed out that she didn’t pick me to be her bridesmaid, but Mark told me his mom said it wouldn’t be appropriate until we’re married.  The truth is their mom hates me so it was her way of fucking with me, I’m sure.

You may have guessed that the waiters were black, you know me too well lol.  So as the night went on and some of my boyfriend’s older uncles kept handing me drinks I got a bit “flirty” with the waiters when I saw them.  They made sure to take my empty glasses and make small talk as they did.  I wrote down my number on two different cocktail napkins to hand to each of them without anyone else seeing.

While I was in the ladies room I got a text from an unknown number that told me to “meet me in the upstairs ladies room right now”.  I wasn’t about to let my new dress, my expensive hair styling, perfect makeup and nails all go to waste on my boyfriend that night, so I journeyed unseen to the “off-limits to guests” private upstairs ladies room that was used just for the bride and bridesmaids, still unsure which of the two waiters I was even going to meet!

I opened the door to just a big open room with no one in it.  Then I heard a light, whispered “Jenny, back here” from one of the stalls, the big handicapped one.  I walked over, still nervous, but extremely curious and horny as ever for some big black cock.  I pushed the mostly closed door open and when I saw who it was, my jaw hit the fucking floor.  My boyfriend’s sister standing there in her gorgeous dress looking like an angel in white.  Albeit a very drunk angel  ;)

She took my hands and started to apologize for not having me be a bridesmaid and about her mom and why she couldn’t do it, about how she lost her phone earlier and what a wreck she’s been today (she texted me from her husband’s phone), as I nodded and told her I understood and tried to make her feel better… out of the blue she kissed me.  Just mid-sentence started to kiss me and I kissed her back.  Hard.

I’ve had fantasies of fucking someone else on MY wedding night, but I never thought I’d be the one fucking the bride!  Now for background, yes we had kissed before this.  She was in fact, my very first kiss.  Over the years she’s thrown it in Mark’s face when she’s seen us kiss that he should thank her for teaching me so good.  She’s kissed me a few more times through the years in front of him.  He’s never complained.

This was different though, this was more than some drunk kiss or two curious girls wagging their tongues around in each other’s mouths for fun.  This was a serious I-want-to-fuck-you-now type of kiss!

We stood there locked in a passionate embrace, the single hottest kiss of my life and I’d be willing to bet hers too.  Then she reached between my legs and began rubbing my pussy through my panties, something she hadn’t done in a long time.  I moaned into her mouth as she pushed them aside and fingered me.  I had to be more careful with her and her gorgeous dress, but I was able to pull it up high enough to extend the same pleasures back to her, teasing her clit and around the edges of her pussy before finally plunging two fingers inside her.  Overwhelmed by the moment I dropped to my knees as she held onto the bar behind her, I pulled her panties off and handed them to her as I held her dress up so that my eyes could stay locked on hers as my tongue began to dance around her just married, freshly waxed bald pussy.

Yes my knees hurt on that tile floor, but the only thing I could focus on was to give this beautifully blushing bride her first marital orgasm and that mission was accomplished in short order as she clutched the back of my head as I thrust my twirling tongue deep into her gushing pussy.  I pulled off for just a moment to tell her how much I missed her pussy and she began to shiver, quiver and shake, holding me tight as her sweet juices dripped from my triumphant mouth.

She looked down and apologized for the mess she made of me, but I just smiled and gave her a yummy taste-your-own-cum kiss.  She asked, “Do you want me to…”  I just stopped her and told her I didn’t want to mess up her makeup any more than I had as I grabbed her hand and put it back between my legs.  She fingered me, kissed my neck, pulled my dress down to suck on my nipples and gave me an orgasm that I’ll NEVER forget.  That moment has made me cum about a hundred times since.

We cleaned ourselves up as best as we could and headed back down to the reception, holding hands.  When anyone asked where we went off to for so long, we just told them she needed help with her dress.  Since that day, whenever we want to go play somewhere, we just say “I need help with my dress” and we never say no to a friend in need  ;)

P.S. If you’re wondering if I went to go find my boyfriend right after this to go give him a big kiss…  Do you seriously think I’d miss an opportunity like that?!?? 

XoXo Jenny

“She’s not a bored, tired suburban mom. She’s fun. Wild. Still the Love Quinn who flirts with strangers in the produce section.” | YOU SEASON THREE

Last night my wife and I had a quiet Friday evening to ourselves. We went to bed fairly early and cuddled, me naked, her in pyjamas. After a while I slowly tried to get more intimate, kissing her neck and grinding my little erection into her big, round bum. She giggled and moaned a bit at first, pushing back into me but when I tried to slide the pyjama pants off her curvy hips she pulled away and cooed, “Not tonight, baby…” I relented for a bit and began caressing her breasts under her pyjama shirt before making another attempt to get her bottoms off. This time she rolled over to face me and said, “You just can’t take a hint, can you, little guy…”

Thinking she was just teasing me, I replied, “I can’t help it, baby, your hips have me aching to slide my little penis up inside you.”

She smiled at me with a hint of pity and said, “Awe, you’re so sweet, but you know [your friend] is coming over tomorrow night and I want to save myself for him.”

My heart sank as I realized she was serious. “I could wear a condom?” I offered, holding on to the faint hope my blue, swollen little testicles might finally get some release.

She shook her head and said, “No, he deserves better than a girl who was fucked by someone else the night before. Even her husband, even with a condom on. We’ve gone all week since I last saw him without having sex and I don’t want to ruin that streak the bright before I see him again. It’s so hot when I can tell him I haven’t let you in me since I was last with him…”

My disappointment was palpable but at the same time I was dripping listening to her firmly explain her reasons for denying me. Finally I said, “Alright, I understand. I love you…”

“Awe, I love you too,” she said as she rolled over and pushed up against my throbbing little erection again. “Look on the bright side. We’re letting you stay here tomorrow night and sleep in the spare bedroom so at least you’ll get to hear us… who knows, maybe I’ll even be in the mood to let you go down on me after he leaves on Sunday…”

With that she quickly fell asleep in my arms, but I lay awake for what seemed like an eternity, my mind bouncing from images of her spreading her legs for him here in our bed, to wondering how I’m ever going to swallow my pride and be friendly to him when he’s here, to imagining listening to them fuck through the walls…

Now it’s Saturday afternoon and I only have a few more hours until he arrives…

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Too Small?

Being too small isn’t necessarily a deal-breaker. Lots of women marry guys with small penises. Don’t be fooled, though. She’s disappointed that you’re not bigger. She’s disappointed that sex is going to be at least a little bit worse than it could be because you don’t have what it takes between your legs.

That’s where the magic of cuckolding comes in. You be the husband of her dreams in every way except for what’s hanging between your legs. You take care of her. You emotionally support her. You bring her to great orgasms with your tongue, fingers, and even toys. Then she finds someone else with a big penis to give her the sex she craves.

Be honest with yourself, cuckold. Wouldn’t it be nice to know that your wife isn’t going to be disappointed in your penis anymore? Wouldn’t it be nice to know that she’s got someone else to take care of her sexual needs while you take care of everything else? Wouldn’t it be nice to know your place in the marriage and to forget all about anxieties related to your penis size?

That’s the magic of cuckolding. That’s the beauty of it. She loves you with all her heart and she loves his penis. She welcomes him into your marital bed to make love to her and make her cum like you’ve never been able to. Then she welcomes you between her legs to soothe her sore vagina with your tongue. What a beautiful marriage.