A romantic wedding attended by the wife's ex-boyfriend

The next day, I was woken up early by the makeup artist's knocking. I quickly got up, washed up, and had her do a light makeup look. She kept saying how many people don't sleep well before the wedding, pointing out my dark circles and telling me to apply more makeup, and even complaining that my eyelids were swollen from drinking too much water the night before. She kept rambling on, but I didn't really hear what she was saying; my mind was completely occupied with how my wife was doing. She was probably getting her makeup done too, since I remembered she was supposed to wake up much earlier than me. I wondered how well she was resting, and if her overthinking was affecting her sleep like mine.
When it was time to pick up the bride, I finally arrived at her house. We went upstairs to begin the wedding ceremony. I couldn't help but think how difficult it was to get into her parents' house. It was noisy and chaotic inside. They made me sing, promise to treat my wife well, and talk about all sorts of details about married life. Finally, they opened the door a crack, and the arranged groomsmen immediately slipped in several large red envelopes before I could finally enter my wife's room. Finally, I saw my wife in her white wedding dress. Because we hired almost the best makeup artist in the area, she looked absolutely stunning. Her eyelashes were long, her eyes were big and bright, almost as if they could speak, and her lips were a fiery red. Her face was flushed, making her look both shy and alluring. She truly embodied the phrase, "Sitting on the edge of the bed with hands folded, eyes lowered, a newlywed."
Knowing my wife well, I could tell from her expression and demeanor that she wasn't in the best of spirits. She probably tossed and turned all night, just like me. After all, she was about to become a wife, and the emotional turmoil she felt was likely even greater than mine. Plus, her ex-boyfriend, Bai, was attending the wedding. Given the memories of being toyed with by him over the years, her worries and pressure must have been much greater than mine. I was especially grateful that I had hired a very experienced makeup artist to do my wife's once-in-a-lifetime bridal makeup; at least she looked radiant.
Then the various small rituals of the wedding procession began. My wife sat on the bed, her eyes sparkling, her face flushed with shy blush. Looking at my wife in her wedding dress, I desperately wanted to pounce on her and kiss her, and perhaps even make love to her, but after all, our wedding night was still a long way off. The whole process went smoothly, except for finding my wife's shoe. The mischievous bridesmaid, Qian, had tied one shoe to the bottom of her skirt, specifically to the inside of her thigh. My best man and I searched for ages in that small room; if my wife hadn't been sitting on the bed, we would have flipped the mattress over.
Later, when my wife saw I couldn't find it, she gave me a look and pointed to the inside of her thigh. I initially thought she'd hidden the shoe in her dress, but when I went to look for it myself, she froze, clutching herself and the dress tightly, waving her hands at me, and pointing to Qian. That's when I realized it was in Qian's skirt. I guessed her family and friends were doing it on purpose, hoping I'd rummage through Qian's skirt so they could gang up on me and accuse me of being a lecher and promising to be faithful to my wife. I quietly told the two groomsmen, and they pinned Qian down on the bed, lifted her skirt, and found the shoe. Anyway, the bridesmaids and groomsmen at our wedding were usually quite boisterous, so we were considered pretty civilized, and no one seemed to mind our little antics.
I took the last shoe from one of the groomsmen and put it on my wife, then carried her out of the house that symbolized her parents' home. Although my wife wasn't heavy, the wedding dress and everything made things a bit inconvenient, but holding my beautiful bride in my arms made me incredibly happy. When I saw my wife in my arms, I noticed her face was even redder. I realized that her rosy cheeks weren't from wearing a lot of blush; she was genuinely shy. I was puzzled; it wasn't the first time I'd held her, and we'd had sex countless times. Why was she so shy? Maybe she was just as excited as I was. I smiled and kissed her cheek, only to find that her neck and face were already sweating. My wife isn't usually a woman who sweats a lot, except in bed, during orgasm, or when she's on top and needs to go all out, like in automatic sex. I actually quite like seeing her sweating as she works out to please me. But right now, she's been sitting on the bed, in my lap, without moving at all, yet she's sweating so much. Is her wedding dress too thick and not breathable? That shouldn't be the case; her dress is of good quality, not some cheap brand, and the weather wasn't even that hot. I'm a little worried her makeup will run, but thankfully we'll touch it up before the wedding. Also, she seems particularly stiff today; maybe she's too nervous.
I leaned close to her ear and said, "I love you. You look so beautiful today. I'm going to make you feel good tonight." Her face turned even redder, but she didn't say anything, seeming a little hesitant. Finally, she closed her eyes and turned her head away. A wave of unease washed over me, and my mind started racing again. Was my wife thinking about Bai again? After all these years together, she must have fantasized about marriage. Would something go wrong today? Would I be able to marry her? Would we encounter some bizarre scenario like a runaway bride? Suddenly, I thought that it would be even more harmonious if a handsome, tall, and strong man like Bai were holding my wife, who was now so alluring. My wife would surely be very passionate.
I suddenly realized that Mingming wasn't even there, and I was starting to feel inferior. Just as I was lost in these thoughts, my wife suddenly turned around, quickly kissed me, and said firmly, "Yes, you're going to ejaculate inside me today." Instantly, all my chaotic thoughts vanished. I suddenly felt ashamed of my earlier overthinking. I should have believed that no matter what happened, my wife and I were destined to be together. I also found my wife's nonsensical answer a little strange, because we usually ejaculate inside each other, even without her saying so. Why would there be an exception on our wedding day? But suddenly, I found it quite thrilling that my wife, looking so pure and holy in her wedding dress, would say something like that to me.
We quickly arrived at the wedding car. I put my wife down and opened the door for her, but she stopped, standing there without getting in, looking somewhat panicked. I quickly asked her what was wrong, but she didn't answer, only kept giving Qian meaningful glances. Qian immediately came to my wife, and she whispered something to her. Then Qian started adjusting my wife's dress, and only then did my wife get into the car.
Qian turned around and noticed me looking at her suspiciously, so she gave me a push and said, "You even took off the lining of the wedding dress! Aren't you careful? If you're this rough with us again, you'll be kneeling on a washboard tonight!" I suddenly realized I'd been too rough. Qian continued, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and get in the car and let's go!" I then quickly followed her into the car.
Our wedding car set off for the restaurant amidst the celebratory sounds of firecrackers. Along the way, my best man, bridesmaids, and I chatted and laughed, except for my wife, who seemed a bit quiet and listless, often closing her eyes to rest. But that's just her usual introverted nature, so it wasn't surprising. However, seeing her flushed face made me a little itchy. I asked her if she was alright, but she just shook her head. Qian joked, "Oh no, oh no, our XX doesn't want to marry you anymore!" My wife quickly replied, "No, no, no!"
I wasn't angry. I said to my best friend, "That girl is so annoying, you guys have to treat her well today." Amidst this lighthearted atmosphere, we arrived at the restaurant. The firecrackers outside continued for quite a while. We waited until they stopped before getting out of the car. Qian took my wife and me to touch up our makeup. The makeup artist first touched up my wife's makeup, then came out to give me a quick touch-up, and then Qian helped my wife with the final touches and preparations. With less than half an hour until the wedding started, I took out my speech and went through it one last time to make sure I remembered it perfectly. For some reason, I started looking outside. Guests were gradually arriving, and the other best man and bridesmaid, along with both sets of parents, were greeting guests at the door. I searched everywhere but couldn't find Bai. Later, I found my classmate's table, only to realize he hadn't arrived yet. I looked again and saw that my colleagues' table was full, even though I hadn't seen them before. I suddenly realized I was paying too much attention to Bai, as if he had become the guest I was most focused on today. More accurately, he was probably the biggest source of pressure for me and the entire wedding. I was constantly worried that his presence at the event would negatively affect my wife's mood.
As the time drew to a close, my best man and I were in position, and the emotions began to build. I didn't know what to feel—happiness, excitement, and emotion all mixed together. I glanced around and it seemed Bai still hadn't arrived, but suddenly it didn't matter. I felt a strange confidence in myself and my wife, the kind of confidence that we could face anything together. After all, the uncertainty of the future is what makes life so enjoyable. I focused my attention on reviewing the day's agenda and the speeches I would be giving.
As the wedding music and light show began, the wedding started. I couldn't help but glance back; Bai was already in her seat. I told myself it was just another glance, and my heart was completely calm.
The light show quickly ended, and the wedding began. I went on stage first, confidently walking up and letting the emcee crack a few pre-planned jokes. Then the lights finally focused on the flower pavilion on the other side of the runway. My stunningly beautiful wife was already there with a small bouquet. Bathed in the lights and music, my beautiful wife became the focus of the entire venue. I felt incredibly moved, almost to the point of tears. I walked towards my wife and began reciting my first verse. The wedding atmosphere was so romantic. I was glad I knew it by heart, because at that moment, my emotions surged, my brain short-circuited, and I almost cried as I spoke. My wife's angelic face was filled with happiness, and her apple-like blush revealed a hint of desire. Suddenly, I felt that my wife at that moment looked exactly like someone I was having sex with in bed, calling out Bai's name as she was about to climax. I quickly banished this strange thought from my mind, because I thought it was too perverted. Bai was watching us from below the stage. I suddenly realized that he was probably also reminiscing about how my wife had been fucked by him until she moaned and groaned.
My wife took my arm and walked down the red carpet, past our relatives, our colleagues, our classmates, and Bai! We reached the stage and exchanged vows of lifelong love, my shy wife not even lifting her head. The emcee was rambling on, but my mind was already completely on my wife. Wearing her wedding dress, her ladylike demeanor and pure, lovely appearance were simply captivating. I think it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that today was the most beautiful day of her life.
The wedding ceremony continued, with parents and the officiant taking turns to speak. My wife and I were both deeply moved and happy. The emcee announced that the groom could kiss the bride, and at that moment, for some reason, an image suddenly flashed into my mind: my wife, completely naked, kneeling behind Bai, her tongue licking and sucking Bai's anus. Oh my god, why did this suddenly come to mind? Maybe it was the impact of my wife telling me all this. Ever since she told me she licked Bai's anus, I've often thought about how my wife, whom I kiss, once licked Bai's anus. Plus, with my wife saying Bai is coming to the wedding, I've been thinking even more frequently about sucking and entwining my tongue with Bai's in front of him. But every time I think about it, I feel so embarrassed, so I force myself not to think about such things, especially after repeatedly telling myself not to think about them at the wedding. But I didn't expect that even in the warm and romantic atmosphere of the wedding, this thought would still come to mind. I realized I couldn't let this affect the wedding, so I quickly convinced myself to forget about it. Fortunately, after much mental preparation, I managed to control myself and engage in a deep French kiss with my wife. However, I couldn't stop myself from thinking about these things. I even imagined Bai watching us kiss from below the stage, and I thought he must be very proud of himself. The bride on the stage had been toyed with by him for years, and the groom's tongue had been licking, sucking, and even trampled on countless times in his most filthy place. I felt a strange mix of emotions; my body trembled slightly.
Fortunately, my dear wife soon made me forget all about it. I realized she was very engaged, and the kiss felt wonderful. Normally, a kiss on a wedding stage should be brief, but my wife's tongue was completely inside my mouth, entwined with mine. She was so passionate; I could hear her moaning like she was making love, even approaching orgasm. Later, I even felt a little shy from the kiss. Indeed, a wedding dress and a wedding are a woman's best assets. With a wife like this, why should I hesitate to date anyone else? After all, a wife with such excellent skills and a willingness to commit is the happiest thing to have in the future.
When we finished our French kiss, I felt my wife's body go limp and she could barely stand. I quickly supported her, her eyes already starting to glaze over. I covered my mouth with my hand and whispered in her ear, "Don't rush, you little slut, tonight." Hearing my words, my wife seemed to snap out of her daze, her face filled with an undisguised, alluring desire. No wonder the ancients said that the wedding night was one of the four great joys of life; I already realized how wonderful tonight was going to be.

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