A bride cuckolds her husband on their wedding day.
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It was my wedding day, my father was about to walk me down the aisle. That’s a bad place to start, but it gives context. I’ll start at the beginning.
My name is Cat, short for Catherine, but everyone calls me Cat. I’m 22 years old and my husband Bob is 23.
Bob and I met in college. I was never a big social person. I didn’t date in high school. I was a late bloomer and didn’t really develop my figure till I was 18. I always felt awkward and wore very conservative clothes to hide my shape. I am now 5’3″, 105, 32C, I have thick, long dark brown hair down to the middle of my back. When I grew into my figure I was still shy about my body and still wore clothes that covered it.
Bob says the first thing he noticed about me was my hair.
One day after class Bob asked me out, well not out, for coffee. I was a junior, he was a senior. I’d seen him at the back of my lecture hall once or twice. We walked to the student union to get a cup of coffee. We chatted and it turns out he was not in that class. The times I saw him he was trying to work up the courage to ask me out.
I thought that was nice. He was a little shy. I found that sweet and when he asked me out for a date, I said yes.
Bob had a similar background. He was also a late bloomer. His first 2 years of high school he suffered a lot of teasing for looking like a Jr. high kid. By the time he had his growth spurt he’d already been placed in the high school pecking order and therefore had not dated either.
We started dating regularly. He was a perfect gentleman.
My roommates would ask me about him. I’d tell them about my dates. Just girl talk. After a month and about 8 dates one asked me if Bob and I had kissed. We hadn’t and they made fun of him for being so slow. I didn’t have a lot of dating experience so I had no clue 2 months was a long time to wait.
That week, after our date, I kissed him. It was nice. I didn’t see stars, but I liked kissing. He obviously liked it too. After that we’d kiss a lot. More often than not I’d have to initiate it but I enjoyed it.
After a few months, more girl talk, my roommates asked if we’d gone further. We hadn’t and they again started making fun of him. They would ask me if he was gay and why he didn’t make a move. They joked that maybe I didn’t turn him on.
I knew I was not very good at being sexy, but I thought that if maybe I stepped up my game, he’d step up his. It was late spring, and as I walked around campus I looked at what other girls were wearing. My loose jeans, sneakers, and baggy T shirt were not the norm. Girls with my shape wore pretty skirts, dresses, tight jeans. I took note of what they were wearing and decided to buy new clothes.
When I told my roommates I was going shopping, they insisted on going with me. I was happy they did. I wanted someone else’s opinion.
We hit the mall laughing and having fun. They knew what stores sold what and where the sales were. We went from store to store trying on clothes.
At the first store I picked out a few things I wanted to try on. When I showed them to my roommates they just laughed. They told me there was no way they’d let me buy that “old lady stuff.”
They started picking out clothes for me to try on. Most of it I felt self conscious trying on, but they insisted, so I did. I had to admit, I liked what they picked out. I thought I looked pretty. I had just never worn stuff like it and was uncomfortable wearing it.
We went from store to store. I ended up with a bunch of skirts, dresses, and tops. I was happy and ready to go but my roommates told me not yet.
They took me to a lingerie store. They insisted that I had to get rid of my 3 to a package cotton bikinis and buy some pretty underwear. I blushed as we walked through the store. I admit the stuff was pretty.
I could not buy the lacey, expensive stuff, but I found some cute cotton boyshorts and thongs that were more what girls today wore. They insisted I get some pretty bras too. I got a few pretty ones with candy, rose and cherry patterns, plus I bought black, beige, and white bras. When possible I bought the matching panties.
My roommates satisfied we left the mall.
The next day I started wearing my new wardrobe. I felt very self conscious as I walked out of my dorm onto campus. As I walked through campus I noticed a couple of guys checking me out. Some even smiled at me, and a couple said hi.
Having men notice me made me self conscious, but it also gave me butterflies in my stomach. It was a nice feeling to be noticed.
When I saw Bob after class, he just stared at me. Finally he said, “Wow Cat. You look beautiful.”
It was nice. I felt pretty. I bought the clothes so he’d notice, and he did, so I was happy.
We went for coffee in the student union and sat down. As we had walked through the student union guys were checking me out. We never held hands or anything walking on campus so there was no reason for anyone to assume we were a couple. A few boys who I recognized from classes said hi to me.
Bob noticed. He seemed happy about it. He would point out the guys that were checking me out and when someone said hi he’d ask me all about them. I really didn’t think much of it.
This was a pattern every day after class. I wore my different clothes and Bob seemed to like the ones that were more revealing. He would point out the guys checking me out, ask about the ones who talked to me. If someone talked to me during the day, he wanted to know who. He wanted details. I just took this as part of his general interest in me.
I had to admit I was enjoying it. I was not used to boys flirting with me. I did not know what to say. Some offered to walk me to my next class. I didn’t see any problem. When they did I told Bob. He wanted to know everything they said and did.
Sometimes they would walk me after class to the student union where I was meeting Bob. He was always very excited when that happened.
After 2 months he still hadn’t made a move. With my roommates teasing me, I decided if I didn’t make the move it wouldn’t happen. My 21st birthday was coming up and it was just time to lose my virginity. I wasn’t stupid, I went to campus health and went on the pill.
Bob was taking me out for my birthday. I planned to spend the night at his place. He had a roommate but he was going home for the weekend. We’d be alone. I didn’t tell him I was planning on staying. I just packed a toothbrush, light dress, and underwear in a large purse for the next day.
Since it was my 21st birthday, we decided to go to a club that had dancing.
I asked my roommates what I should wear. They chose a nice dress. It was green, about mid thigh, and showed a bit of cleavage. I had gotten used to dresses so I wasn’t too self conscious. My roommates insisted I wear my cherry pattern bra and thong.
We went to the club. I’d never been in a club before. Bob had never been either. All I’d ever seen were on TV. I’d danced before, but not since high school. I loved the lights, music, and the driving vibe. Bob and I ordered drinks and found a place on the sidelines to stand.
It was loud in the club. We really couldn’t talk. We stood there side by side, watching people dance, and sipping our drinks. I watched the women move to the music. I had never danced like that. Some were grinding against the men they were dancing with. Others were keeping their distance but still moving seductively. I was feeling butterflies in my stomach again.