And I let go then, both hands clutching the headboard as I threw my head back and screamed, boobies bouncing.
"Fuuuuck!" I shrieked. "Oh fuuuuuck!"
My pussy was creaming like mad now, there was so much juice that it was literally gushing all over Gary's cheeks, his face completely wet and shiny from my cum, the nectar oozing down over his chin, seeping into his tux collar. But I didn't care. This was my wedding night and I intended on having sex with my husband even if he couldn't participate. So I came and came and came, grinding my kitty against him, drenching him, feeding him my nectar while he slept.
And Gary, that fucking slob, didn't stir at all, not even a little bit. He was a dumb dunce, what guy doesn't come to when your new wife pounds her pussy against you, yelling and screaming like a banshee, coating your nose and mouth with her honey? But Gary is a stupid fuck and just kept snoring, his eyes shut tight, probably dreaming of video games or some other lame shit. In retrospect, he was probably dreaming of his mistress but at that time, I had no idea about the betrayal to come.
So I just helped myself to a huge orgasm, grinding onto the handsome man's face again and again. And after it was over, I shook myself off, spraying him with a few last droplets of cream before getting off and padding to the bathroom, my pussy satisfied and loose, but not quite loose enough. I wanted it loose from dick, from having a huge monster inside and hopefully my husband would be lucid tomorrow to really get it on, dick in twat style.
But there was no tomorrow. The next morning when Gary woke up, he groaned, sitting up, clutching his head like it was pounding.
"What's that smell?" were his first words, his voice hoarse and raspy.
"What smell?" I asked innocently, blinking my eyes like a doe. I was already up and awake, dressed in a silk robe sitting at the small table in our suite, eating room service. "Maybe my eggs and bacon?" I asked, forking another bite into my mouth, savoring the mouth-watering Canadian ham. Our parents had gone all out, treating us to the honeymoon suite and I was enjoying the entire package.
But Gary groaned again, shaking his head, lifting the collar of his dress shirt to his nose for a sniff.
"No, that other smell," he croaked again, eyes bleary. "It's pungent but aromatic, really, really … " and his eyes widened suddenly.
"What is it?" I asked again innocently, biting into another forkful of egg. Mmm, this omelet was done just right, fluffy with a bit of cilantro for spice.
"Fuck, Laurie," he growled, his eyes growing dark with rage. "Did you? Did you really … ?"
But I wasn't done playing with him yet.
"Did I what?" I asked, finally putting my fork down. "What did you want to ask me, honey?" I said sweetly.
And Gary jumped to his feet, his massive form shaking with rage, his face going beet red then deep purple, eyes bugging out.
"Did you come on my face last night?" he bellowed, heaving for air as he tried to get the words out. "Did you fucking orgasm on my face while I was asleep?"
And I nodded sweetly again, not at all intimidated.
"Yes, Gary. And it was wonderful, you were passed out so I figured I'd help myself to the goods," I cooed. "I came not once, not twice, but three times, all without your help," I added helpfully. "Your snoring is really arousing, by the way, the vibrations feel amazing on my clit."
And my new husband lost it then.
"You fucking fucked my face while I was passed out?" he screeched, jumping up and down like a monkey. "Do you realize how wrong that is? We were saving it for marriage, we were supposed to take each other's virginities, it was supposed to be a special time and you've fucking ruined it!" he screamed. "You whore, you slut! You've ruined it."
But I just smiled. I swear, Gary was so handsome but juvenile sometimes. He should have thanked me for using him as my fuckdoll, how many guys ever got the opportunity? But I couldn't get a word in because my new husband really flew off the handle then.
"I wish I'd never married you!" he screamed, yanking his wedding ring off and throwing it into the far reaches of the room, the metal band disappearing under some furniture. I sighed and rolled my eyes. At the time, I thought this was over-the-top dramatic given that we'd just lovingly exchanged vows not twenty-four hours ago in front of dozens of friends and family. But Gary couldn't be stopped, he was serious.
"You better not be here after I get out of the shower," he ground out, his face mottled, spittle flying from his lips. "Get the fuck out," he raged before stomping into the en suite.
I just shrugged, not taking him seriously. I figured a hot shower would calm him down, help take the edge off the hangover, but that was my mistake because my new husband was actually dead serious. When Gary came out of the bathroom and saw me sitting there still, calmly finishing my breakfast, he stomped over to the closet and began throwing random things into a suitcase.
"What are you doing?" I asked, eyebrows raised. As a newlywed of twenty-four hours, I never expected what happened next, not in a million years.
"I'm leaving," he stated coldly, not even looking at me. And I shrugged, not too worried. We'd had fights before and I figured Gary just needed to cool down, we were meeting some family for a post-wedding brunch in a few hours, surely he'd put on a smile and act like a happy groom even if he was still seething inside.
But no, Gary actually checked out of the hotel and disappeared. Just like that, he became an invisible man nowhere to be found, ignoring all my texts, my pleading voicemails, my desperate attempts to reach him. And I was really embarrassed.
"Where is he?" whispered my mom during the brunch. We were supposed to be celebrating our nuptials, but one half of the happy couple was nowhere to be found. "Your husband was drunk last night but still, honey, he should be here," she said reprovingly.
"I know Ma," I replied, whispering out of the side of my mouth. "But Gary stormed out this morning, raging mad, and I haven't seen him since."
Linda paused.
"But what did you fight about?" she asked, her eyes confused. "You were literally just married yesterday, this makes no sense."
And I shook my head, shrugging, red coloring my cheeks. This was not the time to tell my mom, or anyone, that I'd rubbed my kitty on my groom's face while he was sleeping. I'm not sure which part was worse … that I'd done that to an unconscious man, or that my new husband, who was supposed to adore my kitty, had stormed out in anger after he found out.
So I just shook my head, shifting gears.
"I'm sure Gary will come around," I said reassuringly. "He's probably just running a little late, maybe he needs to get gas for the car."
But to my utter embarrassment, that asshole didn't show up. Didn't come to his own wedding brunch, leaving me humiliated in front of assorted family and friends, making apologies and excuses when we should have been putting on a show as lovebirds, cooing at each other, romantic with stars in our eyes.
"Well," said my mom tightly. "I hope this is a one-time thing for your sake."
I nodded.
"I know, Ma, I know," I said soothingly. "I'm sure Gary will come around, this was just an aberration, he's usually really responsible and kind."
But the look in my mom's eyes wasn't so sure. Maybe Linda knew something that I didn't, or maybe it was the fact that she's been married four times, but my mom's instincts proved right. Because my new husband had gone certifiably crazy, he pulled the plug on our union just like that. Gary never moved into our new apartment, never moved his stuff in, never applied for the extra parking space we'd talked about. Instead, the incident on our wedding night opened a can of worms and I realized the man I'd married had been a mirage, a figment of my imagination.
Because almost immediately, gossip started circulating that Gary was seeing a pretty blonde thing on the side, someone young, perky and skinny, the whole boobs on a stick thing.
I was aghast, horrified and beyond hurt, the pain terrifying because it was so unreal. Maybe I'd fucked up during our wedding night, maybe I shouldn't have face-fucked Gary while he was sleeping, maybe I'd crossed some invisible line and I was willing to admit that. But an affair? After we'd just been married? We'd literally just signed the wedding certificate, this was a nightmare come true.
And who the fuck was this chick? How had this blonde girl come out of nowhere? The ramifications left me gasping for air, a dying fish. We'd just celebrated our big day, how could this be happening?
But like a slow-motion car crash, news kept on filtering out and the house of cards came crashing down, lie after lie after lie piling upon one another, becoming a giant snowball of lies. Because Gary had known this girl for a while, she was a student at the community college where he taught, a tiny blonde thing who was barely legal, tanned and toned and skinny, probably weighing a hundred pounds.