Pixie helped me out and held my little train as I walked down the carpet of rose petals that lead round to the rear of the house.As we rounded the cor...er and reached the garden I saw the guests, then I saw Jackie, she looked very smart in her suit, she looked quite sexy actually, and finally Gary, he saw me and his eyes lit up.We slowly walked down the aisle, also carpeted with petals, between the guests, quite a few guests, more than I expected. Slowly we closed the gap between Gary and I, it. She responds by simply turning off the TV or putting down her tablet. She also takes a minute or two usually before entering the room, maybe she’s mentally preparing herself or maybe she’s thinking about what an asshole I am for just demanding a blowjob, regardless she always enters the room without a word and prepares. Grabbing a pillow and tossing it to the middle of the bed, she slumps down and looks to me for further instructions. I think I married her for this very submissive nature.It’s. She pulled away and laughed, throwing her head back, ‘See… you let me kiss you without batting an eye and you’re holding my body tight against yours as though you’re okay with it.’ She laughed and kissed me again, ‘see what I mean?’ I giggled with her and kicked my legs to spin us around, our breast sliding against each other. ‘Well, why should I care, we’re both human, we’re both adult.’ I slowly moved my hands down to her ass and pulled her in close, ‘Life’s too short to spend your time. So it had to figure that part of the reason I was now so slutty was from the effect of having that big black prick of Harry's stretching me out the way it had. The proof of which was that Jim easily had most of his hand up my cunt at that very moment.In any case, I think you get the picture. I was literally enjoying the hell out of my new status as Jim's self-proclaimed fiancé slut. The only thing that really bothered me about the situation was that Jim was acting as if he were my pimp. Not.