Summary

Giselle orchestrates a cuckold beach wedding where she marries Manuel, who vows to submit to her desires and remain chaste, while she enjoys the sexual attention of others.

Abstract

The narrative describes Giselle's journey from a conventional relationship with Robert, who could not fulfill her desire for denial and control, to finding Manuel, who is willing to submit to her every wish. The pivotal moment occurs when Giselle realizes that Robert cannot meet her needs, leading her to seek a partner who will. Manuel's willingness to be caged and to pleasure her after others have had their turn is the cornerstone of their wedding ceremony, symbolizing his commitment to her dominance and her sexual freedom. The wedding itself is a testament to their unconventional relationship dynamics, with the ceremony including public sexual acts that solidify Manuel's role in their marriage.

Opinions

Giselle believes that controlling a man's orgasm is key to controlling his heart, indicating her desire for a dominant role in her relationships.
She views sexual denial as a path to a deeper connection and commitment, expecting her partner to prioritize her pleasure over his own satisfaction.
The article suggests that Giselle's desires are not only sexual but also speak to a broader yearning for power and control within her intimate relationships.
Manuel's vows and actions during the wedding reflect his acceptance and embrace of his submissive role, indicating his deep commitment to Giselle and their shared dynamic.
The author portrays the wedding as a celebration of Giselle's sexual liberation and Manuel's devotion to her, framing their unconventional relationship as a valid and beautiful expression of love.

The Cuckold Beach Wedding

Giselle’s ceremony included an intimate test of denial for her husband

The resolute bride; photo by naeim jafari on Unsplash

Giselle knew the risk she was taking when Robert reached across the cafe table and held her hand. They were both settled in their careers, had been dating for months, and dropped hints about living a life together and forever.

But she had to speak the truth in her heart.

“I love it when you don’t fuck me.”

Robert smirked at first, but Giselle remained steady and looked him in the eye.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“When you’re gone on business, you write me so many amazing messages and take the time to actually mail a letter or two,” said Giselle. “But when you’re home and we’ve had a time to make love then it seems you’re no longer interested after you’re finished.”

Robert withdrew his hand and she brushed back her chestnut hair. She had envisioned marriage with Robert and could see that he’d make a wonderful husband. She figured all men were like him, but she had read that controlling his orgasm would also lead to controlling his heart.

The couple drove home in silence and Robert pulled up the curb in front of Giselle’s house. “You’ve given me a lot to think about.”

He kissed her on the cheek, they wished each other a pleasant night and she got out. He drove off and she wondered if, indeed, such a life was even possible.

Control his heart by controlling all the lust and passion inside him.

She went to bed and decided that if it wasn’t going to be Robert, then it would be a man who would submit to her control.

The concert at the Hollywood Bowl with Robert was special. So was the hike and dinner along the coast of Malibu. But they said little.

Finally, days later, while gardening behind Giselle’s house, Robert spoke up.

“I love you,” his voice quivered. “And the life that you want — I can’t give it to you. I can’t.”

She knelt and smoothed dirt around the rose bushes. “I understand.”

Giselle stood and as Robert hugged her, he sighed and she could feel his tears of goodbye building and then spilling out.

A phone call or message was tempting, and Giselle had weak moments when she almost texted Robert to say she changed her mind. But she remained resolute and decided that her desires could last through the autumn, and then the winter with the occasional snow-capped peaks above Los Angeles.

She wondered.

Then came spring and a drive along the coast with a friend. And that’s where she met Manuel, the manager of a popular winery with his piercing blue eyes and soft smile.

Their connection sparked like wires held together and she stayed an extra two weeks in the area after her friend returned home.

Simplicity was the theme for this beach wedding. The breeze ruffled the streamers and flowers that formed an aisle in the sand. Closer to the water was a canopy with a bed beneath it.

The wedding party of three bridesmaids dressed in flowing teal, see-through dresses and three groomsmen clad only in thin black slacks flanked the couple.

The minister invoked blessings while Manuel held Giselle’s hand. She wore red to signify her passion for him. Her love for him blossomed because he was giving himself for her pleasure and use.

Manuel spoke firmly. “I vow to cherish you, serve you, and be loyal to your every wish and desire.”

He stood naked to signify his vulnerability. The only item he wore was a cage around his cock.

When the minister pronounced them officially wed, Giselle and Manuel met, locked their lips together and proceeded with a deeply passionate kiss while the waves crashed against the rocks and rolled onto the sand.

Manuel and Giselle walked hand in hand to the canopy with the bed beneath it. He slowly undressed her while the bridal party and groomsmen gathered.

First, he removed her veil and kissed her again, next he was able to slip the dress from around her breasts and, finally, he helped her wiggle free revealing a teal bikini beneath.

Giselle cupped fingers beneath Manuel’s balls and ran a finger along them while he sighed and the bridesmaids stepped forward undoing her bikini top, lowering her bottoms and stripping her naked before nibbling on her tits and kneeling to kiss up and down her thighs.

Manuel held Giselle’s hands as she climbed onto the bed, lay down and spread her legs. Each of the bridesmaids alternated between kissing her mouth, sucking her tits and pleasuring her pussy with their mouths and tongues. Each woman kissed all parts of her body and then stepped aside as the groomsmen stripped off their slacks and stepped forward.

The Best Man spread Giselle’s legs, mounted and slid his cock into her while Manuel stood near her face with her fingers teasing his balls. The Best Man proceeded to fuck her, thrusting his cock in and out, moving slower and then picking up rhythm while the other two men stroked their cocks over her tits.

Intensity grew while as the fucking increased into a pounding fury. Manuel focused on Giselle’s mouth, sweeping his tongue over hers and immersing himself in the kiss as deeply as he possibly could.

This was bliss for Giselle, this was what she had longed for. Lust burned in her, ignited as each of the men took turns fucking her, rocking her ass and causing her body to move back and forth before pulling out to come on her tummy and tits.

Then the ceremony was almost complete.

When the last of the groomsmen gasped and stroked his cock over her body and stepped side, Manuel took his place and knelt between her legs.

He would live locked at her discretion, focused on her beauty and submitting his passion to her. He gently caressed Giselle’s thighs, spread them again and knelt, moving his face to her pussy.

Slowly, he licked and ran his tongue over her clitoris. He tasted the other men who had been inside her, and used his tongue to clean her and bathe her.

And then it happened.

The bliss and truth of the moment took her into another dimension and her cry of release was as ancient and primal as the waves soaking the sand, as timeless as seagulls and as beautiful as the golden hills sloping to the water.

She was now married to the man of her dreams.

Enjoy what comes next:

The Honeymoon at Cuckold Beach

Excerpt

Giselle had chosen the harbor for her and Manuel to spend the first few days of their honeymoon together. A close friend, Francesca lived on a hill overlooking the harbor and beach with her husband, Jameson. Giselle had confided in her with her unconventional desires for a husband and marriage.