“You know, it’s your wedding day now,” she said, and I feared the loss of lust was being replaced with guilt or remorse. But I was wrong. Stella... just smiled. “It’s your wedding day and I’m the first woman you got to fuck today. Not your wife. Or to be correct, you soon-to-be wife.”We kissed again before she said, “Go slow when you pull it out.”I pulled out of her ass and held it as she went for a wet towel. I stood at the edge of the bed and we kissed as she reached down with both hands to wash. ”[Much later]Mom had to work late, so we wound up going out to dinner, Dad and I meeting Mom at an Italian restaurant. Conversation at the table was stilted. Apparently, all of us were nervous about the family meeting. I berated myself for that mental state, but still needed a safe topic, so talked about the team, the recent change in practice, and yesterday’s game. I rode back home with Mom. I had my own passengers: a host of butterflies cavorting in my tummy. Since home was just a few minutes. " Yes Ma'am," answered Betty, hoping that she would be able to repeat thatlight tone in all her speech.Anita added, "It will be very useful for me to be able to call you and tohave you take messages for me."Then she picked up Betty's copy of the Contract and handed it to hersaying, "Keep it somewhere safe. You may need to refer to it sometimes.In any case your life will be in accordance with its terms for at leastthree years and probably much longer!"Then, in a surprised tone, Oh! Look! Your. "You want to do what?!" I gasped as he brought me to the umpteenth multiple orgasm on the third day of our honeymoon."I want to watch you having sex with others," he replied again, "men, women, dogs, cats, horses snakes, or anything else we can come up with." I've heard of swinging, John, I'm not that innocent, but I don't think I'd care to share you with anyone else." I wasn't talking about me, dear," came out of his mouth as if I should have understood what he'd been talking about all along..