I shut the card quickly, hoping no one else saw what was inside.
Meanwhile, ideas were already starting to roll in my head. The chair looked like a normal chair. Sort of modern. We could have it in our living room if we wanted to, though I didn't think that would go over well.
Technically, you would never know it was for sex.
Unless you knew it was for sex.
Oh yeah, this thing was going to get a lot of use. I could already imagine bending her over it, taking her sideways, upside down. In a split.
Belinda was very flexible after all.
I groaned as heat started to fill my jock. I felt my shaft pulsing in time with my heart. I pressed down on it, hoping it would go away.
It didn't.
I spent the next half hour trying to think of unsexy things. My cock would not cooperate and simmer down. I was going to have to take my bride somewhere private and take care of that as soon as possible.
I just had to get through the ceremony first.
I grabbed one of the guys from the event venue and slipped him fifty bucks to take the box upstairs to the bridal suite. I wanted to try it out tonight.
Fuck that.
I was trying it out this afternoon.
I pulled out my phone and typed out an email to Kenneth. I shot a selfie of me and my middle finger to go with it.
Thanks for the wedding day boner, you crazy bastards.
Love,
Sergeant Thick
Belinda
"Do you Kyle Connor take this woman to be your lawfully wedded bride, to have and to hold, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"
"I do."
I inhaled sharply, waiting my turn. This was it. I was marrying my caveman.
"Do you Belinda Carmichael take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"
"I do."
I barely got the words out of my mouth before Kyle pulled me against him. The minister was pronouncing us man and wife while my husband of thirty seconds manhandled me. He was kissing me deeply and pulling me down the aisle before the minster had even given permission for the kiss.
The ceremony itself had been beautiful. Lighthearted but solemn. But the moment it was over-
BAMN
The Neanderthal was back.
I almost hit him over the head with my bouquet for being an ass. I refrained, smiling at the guests as he pulled me into the venue and upstairs to the bridal waiting room. I looked around, putting my hands on my hips.
"What exactly is it that couldn't wait?"
He grinned at me and pointed to an enormous gift.
"Open it."
I looked at him over my shoulder and shrugged, deciding to humor him. I tore open the package. An enormous lounge chair was inside. It was black pleather from what I could tell.
I tilted my head, staring at it.
"It's a nice chair. Is there a reason it couldn't wait?"
"That's not just any chair my love."
"What is it?"
Kyle came up behind me, kissing my neck. I sighed and leaned back against him. He seemed to always know exactly where to touch me to make me relax. He whispered in my ear.
"It's a sex chair."
"It's a what?"
"I'll show you."
"Kyle, we have guests!"
"They can wait. I can't."
I chewed my lip, undecided. I was curious. And I was feeling tingly from his kisses...
"Here. Just hold your dress up, like this."
He gathered my dress and lifted it, pressing it into my hands. He bent me over the chair and I heard him kneeling behind me. He pulled down my white lace panties and leaned down, kissing me between my legs from behind. I felt my knees go weak at the wicked things he was doing with his tongue.
For a minute I thought-yes- he was spelling out the alphabet!
"Oh!"
I was pretty sure he spelled it twice. Maybe three times. I was getting close to coming when he stood up and unzipped his pants.
I felt his stiff cock slide into me in one smooth stroke. We moaned in unison as he started to move. He didn't hold back. He started to drill me, hard.
Drilling for oil he liked to call it.
"Come on Princess, position number two."
He lay on his back, his tux still on. He lifted me over his lap and lowered me onto his cock. I'd never been astride before, not like this. My feet were on the ground so I could lift and lower myself with ease.
It was ahhhhhhmazing.
"Hmmmffff... that's it beautiful... reach for it..."
I bounced up and down faster now. His eyes were heavy lidded as he watched me ride his cock. Suddenly he grabbed my hips and started to pump upwards.
"Fuck Bellie, I don't think I can wait."
"Good. Don't-I-"
An orgasm tore through me, rendering me incapable of speech for a moment. I almost flew off of his cock, I was shaking so hard. But Kyle held me down on him as his cock jetted his come into me. He let out a strangled groan and we both collapsed, me on top, him with his legs falling off the chair.
I smiled at him, knowing we were both a sweaty mess.
"I like this chair."
"You haven't seen anything yet."