03-11-2021, 12:19 AM
Santosh was as happy as a little child when he was finally allowed to 'get it on' again. The next experience worth writing about was the wedding of Santosh and me. We wanted to get married in a civil ceremony and then have the church wedding a little later. Mani, of course, was witness to the bride and was very excited about it...
* * *
When the four of us went out together again, he whispered unseen in my ear: "I want to fuck you just before and just after you get married."
I just looked at him for a moment and said only, "We'll see."
However, he denied it with a vigorous shake of his head. I was now taken aback by so much audacity. But more about the fact that I wouldn't mind! Nor did I believe that these forbidden games would come out, because Mani also had a lot to lose. But perhaps that was precisely the attraction.
More and more often I found myself developing feelings towards Mani that went far beyond the level of love.
On the one hand, I also loved Santosh more than anything, on the other hand, I had perhaps even separated myself from Santosh for Mani. But all this was impossible. On the day of the On the day of the civil wedding, it was a Friday, we all drove to my parents-in-law's house in the morning, who lived in another town. They had their own house there with a relatively large garden out back.
Since we still had four hours, we had a coffee in peace and quiet. I was already a bit excited.
Santosh was no different. Sunyata talked me through it, but it was hard to shake off the nervousness.
When I came back from the toilet, Mani strolled past me.
"Well, I guess your promise didn't work out after all," I said grinning in his face.
"Wait and see." he replied simply.
After it was time, we all went outside to go to the registry office. Mani chatted briefly with Santosh and Sunyata, who both laughed in response.
"Give her some good advice then." said Santosh to Mani with a grin.
My in-laws and Sunyata got into the car with Santosh. I looked at Mani questioningly and he simply said, "Well, get in."
As I sat alone in the car with Mani, I asked him what he had said to them. He said that he wanted to go with you alone so that I could give you some good tips as a wife. And so that I could tell you some more of Santosh's youthful sins, so that you would think twice about getting married.
'That little snake...' I thought.
We drove behind Santosh's car. It was still about 20 kilometres to the registry office where we were to meet everyone else, including my parents, when I suddenly felt Mani's hand on my knee. I put my hand over it and stroked it.
Then, with a deft hand, he pulled up the bottom of my costume and massaged my stockinged thigh. I had put on white stockings, which Mani had bought me two days before.
"Ahhh, you're wearing my stockings," he noted.
I confirmed this as his hand now moved between my thighs and he stimulated my cunt there with his middle finger.
I looked ahead at Santosh's car, which was 30 metres in front of us. He couldn't see anything, so I wanted to use the short time. I lifted my ass a little and took off my panties. Then I bent my left leg towards Mani, who could now play with my pussy unhindered.
When we came to a traffic light, we had to stop. Santosh looked in the rear view mirror and waved at me. The in-laws too were now looking behind and making comments of some kind, smiling. What they all didn't see, however, was Mani's finger, which was in my pussy the whole time, massaging me!
When we started again, I took my right hand down and stroked my clit in the usual way.
Mani heated me up even more with his remarks. With a stare at the vehicle in front of us, I now came. This time I screamed out my orgasm as loud as I could.
With a loud, "ahhhhhhhhhh..." I climaxed very intensely.
I smelled my own juice and heard the smacking sound produced by the steady retraction of Mani's fingers. Still completely out of breath, I asked Mani to stop, as the sensation was now becoming almost unbearable.
His finger and palm were coated with my juice. I wanted to take a handkerchief from my handbag to clean him up.
"No." said Mani, after sucking off one finger himself, "use your panties."
With a satisfied grin, I took the inside of my briefs and cleaned his hand. As I was about to put them back on, Mani told me to take my time. There were still about ten minutes to go when he asked me to jerk him off.
"Take your shoe with you," he said, visibly excited.
I looked at him questioningly, but then took my white pump from the footwell and held it in my hand.
In the meantime Mani put his stiff member through his zipper, took the shoe and put it with the toe side over his glans: "I want to squirt it all into your shoe, you will then put it back on, and then say your yes with my cum on your foot!"
I was visibly shocked, but somehow I liked that idea!!! I took my left hand and clasped both his penis and my shoe and jerked him off.
Since this was all done under the dashboard, no one could see. It was an unfamiliar feeling. On my fingers I felt the warm, almost pulsating penis and with my thumb I felt the cold leather of my shoe.
Santosh was still waving at us from the car in front of us. I waved back with my right hand as I now masturbated Mani's member faster.
I could tell by his breathing that he was almost ready. Although it was unusual for me to pleasure him with my left hand, it worked.
"Aahhhh, I'm about to come, ohhhhh, now." cried Mani as I jerked him faster and faster.
Then I felt his penis swell and he squirted his seed into my shoe. After about ten seconds he relaxed and I wanted to take my pump off again.
"Slow down, it's a fucking lot," Mani remarked.
I too now saw that his semen was not only in my shoe but also on the outside of my hand.
"Use the panties." he said again.
Again, my panties had to serve for everything. I deliberately took the inside again and wiped the back of my hand with it. Then I carefully took his member out of my shoe and cleaned it. My panties were already wet on the inside because Mani had, as usual, shot quite a lot.
Then I looked inside my pump. At the front, where the toes are, there was a tremendous load of Mani's cum. I tipped the shoe so that everything went evenly and dipped the panties in the sauce so that there was more semen on them. Then I put my panties back on, still feeling all the wetness.
When we were about to enter the registry office, I slipped on my shoes...
I felt all the moisture on my left sock and then on my foot.
A strange feeling!
But it was wonderful. So I said my yes to Santosh, with a sperm-soaked slip and with a, more or less, sperm-filled shoe of his brother!
* * *
When the four of us went out together again, he whispered unseen in my ear: "I want to fuck you just before and just after you get married."
I just looked at him for a moment and said only, "We'll see."
However, he denied it with a vigorous shake of his head. I was now taken aback by so much audacity. But more about the fact that I wouldn't mind! Nor did I believe that these forbidden games would come out, because Mani also had a lot to lose. But perhaps that was precisely the attraction.
More and more often I found myself developing feelings towards Mani that went far beyond the level of love.
On the one hand, I also loved Santosh more than anything, on the other hand, I had perhaps even separated myself from Santosh for Mani. But all this was impossible. On the day of the On the day of the civil wedding, it was a Friday, we all drove to my parents-in-law's house in the morning, who lived in another town. They had their own house there with a relatively large garden out back.
Since we still had four hours, we had a coffee in peace and quiet. I was already a bit excited.
Santosh was no different. Sunyata talked me through it, but it was hard to shake off the nervousness.
When I came back from the toilet, Mani strolled past me.
"Well, I guess your promise didn't work out after all," I said grinning in his face.
"Wait and see." he replied simply.
After it was time, we all went outside to go to the registry office. Mani chatted briefly with Santosh and Sunyata, who both laughed in response.
"Give her some good advice then." said Santosh to Mani with a grin.
My in-laws and Sunyata got into the car with Santosh. I looked at Mani questioningly and he simply said, "Well, get in."
As I sat alone in the car with Mani, I asked him what he had said to them. He said that he wanted to go with you alone so that I could give you some good tips as a wife. And so that I could tell you some more of Santosh's youthful sins, so that you would think twice about getting married.
'That little snake...' I thought.
We drove behind Santosh's car. It was still about 20 kilometres to the registry office where we were to meet everyone else, including my parents, when I suddenly felt Mani's hand on my knee. I put my hand over it and stroked it.
Then, with a deft hand, he pulled up the bottom of my costume and massaged my stockinged thigh. I had put on white stockings, which Mani had bought me two days before.
"Ahhh, you're wearing my stockings," he noted.
I confirmed this as his hand now moved between my thighs and he stimulated my cunt there with his middle finger.
I looked ahead at Santosh's car, which was 30 metres in front of us. He couldn't see anything, so I wanted to use the short time. I lifted my ass a little and took off my panties. Then I bent my left leg towards Mani, who could now play with my pussy unhindered.
When we came to a traffic light, we had to stop. Santosh looked in the rear view mirror and waved at me. The in-laws too were now looking behind and making comments of some kind, smiling. What they all didn't see, however, was Mani's finger, which was in my pussy the whole time, massaging me!
When we started again, I took my right hand down and stroked my clit in the usual way.
Mani heated me up even more with his remarks. With a stare at the vehicle in front of us, I now came. This time I screamed out my orgasm as loud as I could.
With a loud, "ahhhhhhhhhh..." I climaxed very intensely.
I smelled my own juice and heard the smacking sound produced by the steady retraction of Mani's fingers. Still completely out of breath, I asked Mani to stop, as the sensation was now becoming almost unbearable.
His finger and palm were coated with my juice. I wanted to take a handkerchief from my handbag to clean him up.
"No." said Mani, after sucking off one finger himself, "use your panties."
With a satisfied grin, I took the inside of my briefs and cleaned his hand. As I was about to put them back on, Mani told me to take my time. There were still about ten minutes to go when he asked me to jerk him off.
"Take your shoe with you," he said, visibly excited.
I looked at him questioningly, but then took my white pump from the footwell and held it in my hand.
In the meantime Mani put his stiff member through his zipper, took the shoe and put it with the toe side over his glans: "I want to squirt it all into your shoe, you will then put it back on, and then say your yes with my cum on your foot!"
I was visibly shocked, but somehow I liked that idea!!! I took my left hand and clasped both his penis and my shoe and jerked him off.
Since this was all done under the dashboard, no one could see. It was an unfamiliar feeling. On my fingers I felt the warm, almost pulsating penis and with my thumb I felt the cold leather of my shoe.
Santosh was still waving at us from the car in front of us. I waved back with my right hand as I now masturbated Mani's member faster.
I could tell by his breathing that he was almost ready. Although it was unusual for me to pleasure him with my left hand, it worked.
"Aahhhh, I'm about to come, ohhhhh, now." cried Mani as I jerked him faster and faster.
Then I felt his penis swell and he squirted his seed into my shoe. After about ten seconds he relaxed and I wanted to take my pump off again.
"Slow down, it's a fucking lot," Mani remarked.
I too now saw that his semen was not only in my shoe but also on the outside of my hand.
"Use the panties." he said again.
Again, my panties had to serve for everything. I deliberately took the inside again and wiped the back of my hand with it. Then I carefully took his member out of my shoe and cleaned it. My panties were already wet on the inside because Mani had, as usual, shot quite a lot.
Then I looked inside my pump. At the front, where the toes are, there was a tremendous load of Mani's cum. I tipped the shoe so that everything went evenly and dipped the panties in the sauce so that there was more semen on them. Then I put my panties back on, still feeling all the wetness.
When we were about to enter the registry office, I slipped on my shoes...
I felt all the moisture on my left sock and then on my foot.
A strange feeling!
But it was wonderful. So I said my yes to Santosh, with a sperm-soaked slip and with a, more or less, sperm-filled shoe of his brother!
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