"My Girlfriend is Getting Married"

sirhugs

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I do love wedding stories. Which is odd, because I hate weddings as a rule.

I have a few variations on this title idea:

~ the bride, groom and narrator are poly. The bride is marrying one of them for some reason (inheritance/immigration/child legitimising/other) but all three are out to have many happy endings

~ the bride and narrator are secretly lovers. groom does not know

~ the bride is really the EX gf of the narrator, who just can't get over the breakup
 
This type of story lends itself to a royal family sort of setting.

The GF of the title is the daughter of the king of a small nation. She is to be married (against her wishes) to the son of the king of a neighboring nation, to help cement relations between the two nations. She and her boyfriend are understandably unhappy with the situation. Telling the story from the boyfriend's viewpoint can open up some interesting possibilities.

Maybe they plan to continue their relationship, treating the marriage as just a business arrangement. Maybe the new hubby is cool with that as long as he can join in the fun. Maybe the hubby has his own true love and they make it a foursome?
 
Or maybe the narrator is a lesbian, and it's her lover who is getting married to a man. For personal/family/business reasons, not for love or sex. And they have to make it work somehow.
 
Or maybe the narrator is a lesbian, and it's her lover who is getting married to a man. For personal/family/business reasons, not for love or sex. And they have to make it work somehow.

I saw that angle just after I posted my OP, and waited to see...
 
I have my own variation of the idea.

My wife and I are on holiday in Vegas for our anniversary. We’re going to renew our vows there as well. She packed a white skirt and blouse and a small veil. New lingerie for our second wedding night. But while we’re there we meet another man. My wife seems to be attracted to him. After a few drinks we come up with the idea of him being the groom at our ceremony. Just as a joke. We have the ceremony and we return with my wife’s new “husband” to our hotelroom. The happy couple has their wedding night together! A wild passionate night of sex as they consummate their marriage!
 
I have my own variation of the idea.

My wife and I are on holiday in Vegas for our anniversary. We’re going to renew our vows there as well. She packed a white skirt and blouse and a small veil. New lingerie for our second wedding night. But while we’re there we meet another man. My wife seems to be attracted to him. After a few drinks we come up with the idea of him being the groom at our ceremony. Just as a joke. We have the ceremony and we return with my wife’s new “husband” to our hotelroom. The happy couple has their wedding night together! A wild passionate night of sex as they consummate their marriage!


Yes, that's good. There's a good story to make of that imo.
 
I have my own variation of the idea.

My wife and I are on holiday in Vegas for our anniversary. We’re going to renew our vows there as well. She packed a white skirt and blouse and a small veil. New lingerie for our second wedding night. But while we’re there we meet another man. My wife seems to be attracted to him. After a few drinks we come up with the idea of him being the groom at our ceremony. Just as a joke. We have the ceremony and we return with my wife’s new “husband” to our hotelroom. The happy couple has their wedding night together! A wild passionate night of sex as they consummate their marriage!

I like it, esp. if you get to watch, maybe even eat the cream pie...

it would get trolls though.
 
I have my own variation of the idea.

My wife and I are on holiday in Vegas for our anniversary. We’re going to renew our vows there as well. She packed a white skirt and blouse and a small veil. New lingerie for our second wedding night. But while we’re there we meet another man. My wife seems to be attracted to him. After a few drinks we come up with the idea of him being the groom at our ceremony. Just as a joke. We have the ceremony and we return with my wife’s new “husband” to our hotelroom. The happy couple has their wedding night together! A wild passionate night of sex as they consummate their marriage!

I have an idea for a second chapter. My wife and I spend our holiday in the usual Vegas way. During the day we sight see. Spend some time gambling and taking in a different show every evening. Then a nice romantic dinner. Then when we return to our hotel, her new “husband” calls. Soon enough he’s knocking on our door. And he wildly fucks my wifey!!
 
I have an idea for a second chapter. My wife and I spend our holiday in the usual Vegas way. During the day we sight see. Spend some time gambling and taking in a different show every evening. Then a nice romantic dinner. Then when we return to our hotel, her new “husband” calls. Soon enough he’s knocking on our door. And he wildly fucks my wifey!!

every year on your anniversary?
 
every year on your anniversary?

Hmm Part Three of the story.

Upon returning home from our Vegas holiday, my wife and I decide to make it an annual trip. Every year celebrate out anniversary in Vegas. We tell our friends and family it’s because we had such a great time. But really we’re both aroused abut how she’s “married” out there. By the way we celebrated our anniversary. And that she has her own sort of anniversary with another man. So we spend that weekend in Vegas. In a big two bed hotel room.
 
Hmm Part Three of the story.

Upon returning home from our Vegas holiday, my wife and I decide to make it an annual trip. Every year celebrate out anniversary in Vegas. We tell our friends and family it’s because we had such a great time. But really we’re both aroused abut how she’s “married” out there. By the way we celebrated our anniversary. And that she has her own sort of anniversary with another man. So we spend that weekend in Vegas. In a big two bed hotel room.

splurge on a suite...
 
Perhaps a bit loosely calling her girlfriend, but there's no much other options either. This is, yeah, a "true story" mostly.

She was quite a slut at school. She had that reputation, and deserved it. Always happy and bubbly, outgoing, feely-touchy with guys, hugging like anyone. Well, almost anyone, not me. Well, not that I cared, we run not exactly the same circles, but I had her noticed. It would be hard not to, she was an outstanding beauty even in a land of most beautiful girls in the world.

Senior year there was a Christmas concert in the church, and school was giving away tickets or some such; for whatever weird reason I was attending in loose affiliation with a random group of schoolmates; alone, despite I nominally had a girlfriend. (I might suppose, I was pursuing one other girl, but don't remember details, nor does it matter.)

At the doors I decided to invoke my "vampire protocol." I'm not a christian, and while I have no problem to attend church or even participate in rituals -- if asked -- I'm kinda scrupulous about that: if the church is anything more than a tourist attraction at the moment, if any sort of ritual is taking place, I don't go in through the door without explicit invitation from the inside. You would be surprised how easy it is to obtain; people usually don't even notice I do this. She did. Yes, she invited me in. As it turned out, to much more than a concert.

We spent that evening in modest conversation, and slowly grew as friends afterwards. I still was getting none of her playful hugs, but plenty for crying on my shoulder. I learned her darker side nobody was aware about: her deep insecurities, her tangled emotions and broken heart, her family shit, depression she was hiding under that joyful mask and tried to blunt with random sex. Not with me.

Did I save her from committing a suicide? Did I drag her trough the graduation? Who knows, I had so much stuff going on in my own life, she was a mere aside, a little slutty sister that liked to cry on my shoulder. Sure, she turned me on immensely, but self-appointed brothers don't fuck crying girls, do they?

We kind of dated trough the summer. She was involved in at least three other relationships, little more than a mere fucktoy for older men in two of those. One dark, dark autumn night we had her mom's flat for ourselves. Curtains wide open for the thunderstorm outside. Endless talks, a bit of wine, long cuddles in the candlelight, intermittent with rare tender kisses... that slowly grew more frequent and hungry. Yes, we made love that night, slow, long and beautiful. But it was still not with me: defeated by my selfishness, I agreed to substitute in for a dream I wasn't.

She went away to another town, to live in which one of her lovers, and later attend college there. We both worded her into that. We exchanged infrequent, long letters that became even more infrequent over time. I had met my Love in university. And lost Her. Actually, I haven't heard from my 'little sister' for two years, when I received invitation to her wedding.

Groom was a guy I knew since elementary school and had even called a friend for a while, but lost contact with for over a decade. Event manager was a hired woman I just so happened to have quite tangled history with as well. I knew nobody else though, none of the guests, nor his family. Her mother was not invited, not a surprise.

As it turned out -- to my surprise, to say it mildly -- I was invited as a step in for her father (she had never had) role in the church, and then in practical capacity of a pagan priest in the midnight binding ritual. I was a bit mad about that, I would have preferred to know that beforehand and prepare, but was told to just improvise.

I was also put in charge of the sauna, and, of course, declared swimsuits are not allowed there, what was accepted a bit more easily I expected.

So, after the ethnographic rites I moved the party to the sauna, performed a bit of ritual there as well, and after that...

Somehow I found myself dancing her nude back up on the dance floor, then fuck in front of a group of remaining guests; declared that her last infidelity and in a ritualistic manner transited her to her husband, and connected them, literally.

Well, if you're wondering, I woke up from a short morning nap entangled with the manager. We both still had plenty of work on our hands, it was meant to be a traditional two day event.

So yeah, I never expected to marry her off, even more in such a crazy way, but that's exactly what I did, and she was happy about it all, and happy in her marriage as far I know.
 
I have my own variation of the idea.

My wife and I are on holiday in Vegas for our anniversary. We’re going to renew our vows there as well. She packed a white skirt and blouse and a small veil. New lingerie for our second wedding night. But while we’re there we meet another man. My wife seems to be attracted to him. After a few drinks we come up with the idea of him being the groom at our ceremony. Just as a joke. We have the ceremony and we return with my wife’s new “husband” to our hotelroom. The happy couple has their wedding night together! A wild passionate night of sex as they consummate their marriage!

Just so he doesn't end up owning all of your stuff! (other than your wife, I mean)
 
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