The Wedding Gift (Audio Script)

Stories

“Here, let me get the door for you, babe.”

“Mmm. Home sweet home.”

The last few weeks have been such a whirlwind. Between all of our friends and family in town, the wedding, and then the honeymoon, we’ve barely had time to breathe. Tonight will be the first night we’ve spent together as husband and wife in our own home.

“Wow. What an amazing week. Seven uninterrupted days with you in our beach villa… Fuck, it’s going to be hard to go back to reality. I’m already dreading work on Monday.”

It really was amazing. Gorgeous turquoise water, white sand beaches for miles, all the privacy and alone time we could ask for, which we took full advantage of. Thank goodness we decided to splurge a little on the private villa.

As I set my suitcase to the side, I wonder why I even bothered to bring it along. We spent most of the time naked and tangled up in each other.

“Well, don’t get too far ahead of yourself. I’ve still got one gift left for you…”

When he looks back at me with confusion, I can’t help but smile. I know he’s going to love what I’ve got in store, and it’s nice to be the one spoiling him for once.

“What? Babe, you’ve already done way more than necessary. I’ll cherish the watch you gave me on our wedding day for the rest of my life. Besides, getting to spend forever with you… That’s the greatest gift I could ever have.”

“Wow. I had no idea I married such a cheeseball.”

“You love it when I get sentimental over you.”

“You’re right. I do. Which actually kind of leads me to the surprise…”

“What is it?”

One of my favorite things about the trip was how much we got to talk. Of course, the sex was incredible, but we get so swept away with our busy lives that sometimes I miss the early days when we were just getting to know each other. Even after four years, I’m still learning things about him that I never knew…

Like his cuck fantasy.

I can still so vividly picture the night he told me about it. We were a few tequilas deep, lying out on our private patio next to the fire as the waves crashed a few feet away.

(whispered from the past, recalled memory) I want to watch another man use you… I want to see him get you off… make you come… I want to watch it all. I want your eyes on me while he’s inside of you, like you’re telling me that no matter how good he’s making you feel, I’m still the one you choose. I’m the one you want.

The idea made my stomach flutter in a way I’ve never experienced before. A little apprehensive. A little skeptical. A little intrigued.

(cautiously) “Remember that night in Cabo? You told me about how you wanted to watch me with someone else…”

(intrigued, a little confused) “Yes…”

“What if I told you that I arranged for that to happen…”

“Y-you what? Really?”

I watch the slow elation creep onto his face. He’s trying not to show how excited the idea makes him, but there’s a wild look in his eye that I haven’t ever seen before.

(nodding) “I called two of our friends... You remember how you mentioned they were the ones who got you into this to begin with? Well, I figured we should probably start out with someone we both trust, right?”

(shocked and excited) “Baby, this is… are you sure? When we talked about it before, you said you didn’t know if you’d be into something like that.”

He’s right. I’d never even considered something like this before and it was so out of character for him. Usually, he’s possessive and protective when we’re out, and I love that about him.

I’m not used to the raw and vulnerable side of him, but he felt safe enough to share this with me and that turns me on more than I ever imagined.

From the moment we met, he’s treated me like a princess, and I want to do something for him.

“I know. But I thought about it some more, and I want to try. It’s people you trust, and I trust them too. Your best friends.”

“We don’t have to do this. Really. I don’t want you to do something you’re uncomfortable with.”

“I know that. And that makes me want to do it even more. I trust you. More than any other person in the entire world. And I know you’d never put me in a position where I felt comfortable. I know I’ll always be safe with you there.”

“We can stop it whenever you want. If anything feels weird or it’s just too much…”

“I’ll tell you. I promise.”

(breathy, excited) “Okay.”

The look on his face melts me as my own chest burns with excitement. I have no idea what’s to come, what to expect, but I know that, whatever it is, I’ll be safe with him.

“Tell me what you want me to do.”

“Let’s go upstairs.”

He takes my hand, leading up the staircase, and, when he passes our bedroom, I wonder where he’s taking me. When I pull back, he turns.

“Aren’t we going in here?”

“Our bedroom is for us, baby. It’s fun to play and try new things, but I want to protect what’s just for you and me, too. Inside those walls, it’s just us. Always.”

My stomach flutters again. God, this man. I love him so much it hurts.

At the end of the hallway, he opens the door to the guestroom.

“Take your clothes off–everything except your bra and panties– and wait for me at the edge of the bed.”

He falls into the dominant role by nature, and I’m used to him giving orders in the bedroom, so I obediently do what he says.

My hands shake as I lift my shirt over my head. There’s a cool air in the room, but I don’t know if that’s what makes me shiver or if it’s the anticipation.

I’m nervous as I sit, waiting for him to return and thinking about what’s about to happen. His friends will be here any moment, and the thought makes my whole body vibrate.

I work my shorts off as a thousand questions flash through my mind. Will he join in? Will he tell them what to do? Will I like it?

A few seconds go by, and he comes back. There’s a silk fabric in his hands and a wicked smile on his face. He’s got something else in his pocket, but I can’t quite tell what it is.

He kneels in front of me, hands gliding down my bare thighs, all the way to my ankle.

(growly) “You’re so fucking gorgeous, you know that? I love this body. I love that it’s all mine. And I love that you’re giving me permission to share you tonight. To show you off. To flaunt what a good little girl I’ve got…”

My pussy throbs at his praise. I want to make him happy more than anything in the world. We’re equals outside of the bedroom, but here, I love submitting to him.

It’s something I chose. He’s never forced it on me or expected it, and that makes it even more intimate.

One of his hands wraps around the back of my ankle as he fishes in his pocket for something else. He dangles a simple gold anklet in front of me before leaning forward and fastening it to my ankle.

“This is a symbol. Everyone in the room tonight will know what it means. It means you’re mine. That we’re committed to each other. And that no boundaries will be crossed.”

(whisper) “Okay.”

“Up on the bed, baby. Let’s get you ready.”

Again, I do as he says and climb on top of the guest bed. I kneel, and he walks behind me. He slides the silk over my eyes, tying it securely behind my head.

I feel his lips on my neck, his kiss so sweet and gentle that it gives me goosebumps all along my skin.

“I want you to enjoy yourself tonight, baby. I want you to relax… to let yourself go… to really feel good…”

The sound makes me jump. They’re here. It’s time.

(authoritative) “I’ll be back in a minute. I want you just like this when we return.”

I’m anxious as I wait, but I’m also excited. He’s already opened up my world to all kinds of new adventures, and we’re about to have another.

(dialogue in the background) “Hey man, good to see you.”

(dialogue in the background) “Thanks for setting this up. I’m excited.”

I hear voices…laughing…footsteps… It feels like an eternity that I sit on the bed naked and waiting, and then I finally hear them come up the stairs. My heart pounds in my chest as the door opens, and even though I can’t see them, I know they’re here.

(speaking to his wife as he comes up beside her, he’s confident now the other men are here) “Hey baby, you ready for this?”

(soft, audibly nervous) “Yes.”

My voice almost breaks as it comes out. Maybe I’m just sensitive, but I can almost hear my husband smiling.

“Wow, you’re even more gorgeous than I remember.”

“Just like a fucking dream.”

Someone moves behind me, and I can tell by the way he breathes that it’s my husband.

“You okay, baby? You’re sure about this?”

One thing I cherish about him is the way he takes care of me. He’s always willing to give me an out. Always eager to make sure that I’m okay and that I’m enjoying myself, too.

(confidently) “I’m good. I promise.”

At my confirmation, the other two men move towards me. They’re on either side, bodies so close to me that I can feel the heat radiating off of them.

A set of lips I don’t recognize the feel of brushes against my bare shoulder.

(Moaning/whisper) “So soft.”

He kisses me again, this time his hands tracing down the front of my chest.

“Such perfect tits…”

His touch is feather light, so gentle that it’s almost ticklish, and as I squirm a bit, another set of hands holds me in place.

This man’s touch is firmer. Rougher. And I’ve always been one for resistance. He holds me still as the other plays with my chest. First rolling them between his fingers and then giving each one a little twist.

(moaning) “Ohhh…”

“You like that, don’t you, baby?”

My husband’s voice is farther away this time, but still here with me just like he promised.

“I can see how hard your chest are from all the way over here.”

(moaning) “Mmm, yes. So good.”

“Tell us what else you like.”

The second man moves closer, my back pressed into his chest as his hands settle on my hips, and I’m pinned between the two. His fingers inch forward, delving between my legs and cupping my pussy.

The way they each touch me couldn’t be more different, but each one excites me in its own way. The tender touch on my breasts is such a contrast to the firm hold between my thighs, and it’s got me breathless.

It’s intense and fast, and my mind is spinning with pleasure already.

“Oh god, yes. Just like that.”

He strokes my pussy. The pace is so fast and intense that I don’t even realize the other man has stopped pleasuring my breasts and that there’s a second set of hands between my legs. One presses his thumb into my clit, and at the same time, I feel the other’s finger slip inside of me, and I let out a gasp.

(proudly) “That’s it, baby. Let them hear how good they’re making you feel.”

Between the two of them, it feels like every single inch of my pussy is being touched…stroked…played with. With my blindfold on, each move they make is a surprise, and it’s overwhelming in the best of ways. I’m completely at their mercy, slipping closer and closer into the abyss.

“Damn, you didn’t tell us how responsive your girl is, man. Soaking wet already.”

“Such a good girl.”

I crave their approval; their praise only makes me more desperate.

I don’t wait to be told, falling to my knees in front of one of the men.

“Such a good…fucking …girl. Open that mouth.”

“Wait– Take the blindfold off her. I want your eyes on me while you suck his cock, baby.”

I feel a tug, and then the satin falls to the bed next to me. My eyes take a second to adjust to the light, but I immediately find my husband’s. He holds my gaze from across the room, a gentle smile on his lips.

His cock bulges through his gray sweatpants, and he pulls them down slightly, freeing his length. He takes it in his hand and gently strokes as I start to undress his friends.

I take their clothes off one at a time until we’re just a mess of naked bodies, and one of the men steps forward.

“Are you ready for me, beautiful?”

I nod, but keep my eyes locked on my husband. My lips part, and my mouth fills with a stranger’s cock.

(groaning) “Mmm.”

The man moves his hips back and forth, slowly at first and then finding a steady pace. My tongue swirls around him as I suck, and he grunts as I take him deeper and deeper into my throat.

(breathy) “Fuck, this feels incredible.”

He nudges me back so that I’m lying down, and he straddles my face, thrusting softly

Suddenly, I feel a warm sensation on my thighs as the other man licks the sensitive skin.

“Spread your legs for me, baby. Let me make you feel good.”

He leaves a trail of kisses in his wake, working up from my knee to my pussy. His tongue laps at my folds, grazing my clit and then drumming against it. It takes my breath away. It’s almost embarrassing how turned on I am by this.

I’m not the only one. In the corner of the room, my husband sits alone, watching everything as it goes on. He strokes his cock, never letting his stare leave me. His noises make me weak, and seeing him so turned on is even more of a catalyst for me.

My body nearly convulses, getting closer and closer to a fiery explosion.

“Do you like that, baby? Does it feel good?”

(moaning) “Mmm.”

The man pulls his cock out of my mouth and replaces it with a kiss as his hands travel all over my body.

(out of breath) “God, I want to fuck you. Do you want that, too? You want me to bend you over this bed and fuck that pretty little pussy? How about my friend? You want him to take his turn, too?”

I’m almost too disoriented with pleasure to speak, stuttering as I search for words.

“I… mmm…”