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You take your first step down the aisle.
“May you be happy,” a voice says, placing a hand on your shoulder. It’s warm through the thick fabric of your veil.
You take another step, and another voice whispers a different blessing, touching the small of your back.
Another hand dares to touch your hip, where your skin is bare. You wobble a little on your heels, but keep going.
Fingers dip under your veil and brush over your collarbone, accompanied by a wish for many children. A broad palm flattens onto your thigh. Someone grips your upper arm, above the elegantly tied rope keeping your hands behind your back.
You continue down the aisle.
Now, people are bolder. Someone cups one of your breasts with cold hands - you shiver, your nipples pebbling. Someone brushes fingers through your pubic hair, and you take a moment to steady yourself. It wouldn’t do to have you falling before you can get to your husband.
“I like the choice of gemstone,” someone comments, gently touching one of the rings that hang from your nipples. “May you always be so prettily adorned.”
“May you be blessed with stamina,” someone else says, tracing a finger along the outside of your cunt. You gasp, wishing you could see the ground before you for better balance.
“And plenty of desire,” another voice adds. Different fingers slide through the slick that’s begun to drip down your thighs.
“May you always be beautiful to your husband,” someone says, groping one of your breasts. Your breath hitches. “May she always want you.”
A finger dips inside you as someone tugs on one of your nipple rings. Someone else toys with the gemstone dangling from your clit. People grope your ass, your thighs, your breasts. You fight back a moan.
“Almost there,” someone whispers to you. “May you find joy each day.”
You almost sob, overwhelmed by the hands on you, trying your very hardest to focus on staying upright. You wobble. You put one heel in front of the other, enduring the many, many touches.
“My wife,” a familiar voice greets you, and you raise your head as the hands disappear. “Be careful, there are stairs.”
You hesitantly move forward until the toes of your heels clack against the first step. Carefully, with the guidance of your future husband’s voice, you climb until you’re standing opposite her.
The officiant dips thick fingers into your cunt with no warning. You gasp and shiver, clenching down on him. “Good,” he says. “You’ve found a good one. She’s very wet.”
You barely hear his exchange with your husband. You’re fantasizing about the cock that will soon split you open, filling you up as everyone watches. You wonder how many people already have their hands down their pants, whispering to their neighbors about how warm your cunt felt or how soft your breasts are - you can already hear a few people in the front row.
You feel dizzy with arousal. You shift, steadying yourself on your heels. You turn your attention back to the two people on the platform with you.
“I pronounce you husband and wife,” the officiant is saying loudly, and you shiver in excitement. “You may now fuck the bride.”
Your husband - your husband! - grabs you, pushing you backward. You’re tipped onto a soft surface, your legs tugged apart. A hard cock presses at your cunt.
“I’ve been waiting for so long,” your husband whispers in your ear, groping your breasts with much more familiarity than the acquaintances from the walk down the aisle. She moves her hands down, gripping your hips. “Now, you’re my wife. Everyone -“ she punctuates her words by pushing in, just a little, and you moan - “knows you’re mine.”
She slams in, and you arch your back with a shout. You’re not listening, anymore, for the whispers of the audience. Your only thought, now, is your husband.