The room seemed perfectly candlelit to me, but Charles said, "Fetch another six candles slave, I like to be able to see the woman I'm making love to. ...specially when she's so beautiful."It hurt to hear him say "making love", but not nearly as much as it hurt when I returned to find them both sitting up on the bed and kissing passionately. As I lit the candles, they began the always awkward task of undressing and they each threw their clothes in my general direction, clearly expecting me to pick. I look at him and couldn't help to notice that his cock was hard, I didn't really pay it to much attention because guys in the shower room sometimes walk around with full on hard-ons, hell I've even gotten it a few times myself. We continue to talk and I tell him there is quite a few things to do here and as I'm talking my dick starts to grow and get hard. He looks down at my dick and says “Nice black dick” and smiles, I reply “Ummm thanks, I grew it myself”, he laughs and then walks away. . I want this to be our real wedding night..."I shivered."Scared Janet?" No... yes... really scared... I've never done anything like this... everything is so confusing... and so exciting...I love the feeling of your strong hands on my body... your strong hand on my hard cock... but this is so much so fast..." Well Janet lets not think about it... lets go ahead... you know you really want it... what sexy young woman doesn't want to fuck her husband on their wedding night? What woman wouldn't be. No challenge to that status, expressed or implied, is made by this work of dirived fiction, its authors, or the website on which it is hosted.That said: the individual and specific characters, locations, descriptions, identity manifests, mannerisms, situations, plot elements, etc, ad nauseam: which appear in this story: are (C), (TM), and/or (R) their respective authors.It was a day like any other in the small, self contained, city-state of Blushing. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, it was a.