” “Are you sure? A bride has to dress up for her wedding night, you know.” I couldn’t resist the faint giggle that escaped along with the wor...s. “Don’t you like it?” “Well. If you were my real bride, I guess I would be a very lucky man.” As he spoke, I walked over to the bed, my boots making my feminized hips sway, and sat down next to him. “It doesn’t get much more real than this,” I said to him. “We were wed in a church, under God, with a priest and your family there. We even kissed in. He was persistant haowever, "Hope you don't get pissed at me Bob, but remember when I dropped my fork in the restraunt tonight?" "I did that in order to look up Donna's skirt". "Do you share her?" he asked. I couldn't believe my ears at first and was getting pissed. Those feeling were soon replaced by feeling of cuckold fantasy. I have thought about other guys doing her when I do her sometimes, but no one knows this. Dave surely didn't. Sometime when I had sex with her in the condition. "Oh, shut the fuck up, retard. Just sit there and watch and maybe I'll let you taste my dick, too," Nick said over the sound of Amanda slurping on his cock. "Or do ya want me to knock the shit outta you for talkin' to my bitch like that"Jason didn't reply. His eyes just went wide, realizing that Nick could easily kick his ass or even kill him if he wanted to."Sit your ass down and enjoy the show, and maybe I'll share her," Nick said.Hearing this, Amanda looked up to Nick with questioning eyes. She does not want to arrive at the door tripping and on her knees. She rings the doorbell and waits. And waits. And waits.It really isn’t that long, but to her, it is a millennium. She feels the wetness between her legs, and squirms as she waits. And after what is only three or four minutes, but in her mind forever, Donald opens the door.Now it should be mentioned here and now, so to understand further along, Donald has been watching her since she pulled into his drive. He has surveillance.