Tribal: white wife initiated (Native Dress Book 4) by Matt Coolomon

Author:Matt Coolomon [Coolomon, Matt]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-09-03T00:00:00+00:00

Clarice

The guys were in their suits and headed out the door within five minutes. I pulled on my stockings and garter belt, wriggled into my short white wedding frock and text my father to come get me.

Fifteen minutes later I was exchanging vows with my new husband, feeling so very naughty with my sticky nipples and the soggy crotch of my panties. I was still tingling so deep inside where my husband’s best man had been.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife,” said our marriage celebrant, and I was taken into my husband’s arms and kissed to the cheers of our small group of close friends and family.

It was such a perfect afternoon, sunny and calm, not too hot. Our local park was always booked out on weekends for weddings, its flower gardens were so beautiful, the grass borders perfectly manicured and a myriad of bees buzzing around the bright, colourful blooms. There was a gazebo where we had afternoon tea and cut a wedding cake my aunty made. My sister surprised us by arranging a cello and violin duet, who played background music and the song we had picked out for our dance.

I started to feel a bit strange about what had happened earlier, but I could feel John’s package a little firm against me as we swayed together, so he must have still been excited.

There was no chance to do anything about that though. We were waved off at five to hurry and catch our flight. We only had time to quickly change and grab our bags before Ethan dropped us at the airport.

We spent our first night as a married couple in our cramped plane seats and with an elderly nun, of all people, seated by the window in our bank of three seats. She was on her way to a new posting on Christmas Island, so she told us. Quite chatty, she was.

I spent the whole flight squirming guiltily in my still-soggy panties, wondering how much cum Ethan had pumped into me. He had throbbed so powerfully and for so long when he was ejaculating. Sitting up like that, I must have been leaking from him all night. Lucky I had changed my pretty lace wedding panties for comfy cotton ones, more suited to soaking up goo from where a man had been.

The plane landed at Christmas Island at six in the morning. We had time for a quick breakfast at the terminal before boarding a charter flight to the remote Cocos Islands, where we were met by Kato and driven to our hotel room – the same room I’d stayed in a few weeks ago.

Kato was busy so I took John to the swimwear store to get his sheath, leaving him with the man of the shop while I said hello to Tamika, the woman who remembered me from before, of course, when I was buying my native skirt. I told her all about my visit to the village the other week, about how nervous I was going topless for the first time, but how I actually loved it.

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