Settling a Debt on my Wedding Night

I found out on my wedding night I had to settle my husbands debt with my father-in-law.

It started out as the happiest day of my life. I was thirty and finally getting married to the love of my life, Robert. I’d also come off the pill, so I could catch pregnant with our first child. It was a beautiful occasion with our family and friends joining us to celebrate our wedding day. I’d never felt so special before.

But all that ended when my husband and I entered the honeymoon suite to consummate our marriage. All day Robert looked edgy. I soon learnt why when his father Hank knocked on the door. He entered with an air of arrogance and authority.

“Hank? What are you doing here?” I was puzzled.

“Hasn’t your husband told you, Amy?” He came walking in as if it were his honeymoon suite.

“Told me what? Robert?” I was getting annoyed.

“Listen, honey, I’ve thought of a million ways to tell you this, but urm, well. I owe dad a lot of money.”

“You can say that again, son,” Hank chuckled, removing his suit jacket.

“What do you mean, you owe your father a lot of money? And why are you raising this issue with me now? How much money are we talking about?” Hank and I looked at Robert.

“Uh… well… twenty grand,” my husband’s head dropped with my jaw.

“Twenty grand? How? Why? What for?” I had too many questions running through my head at once.

My husband tried to explain. “You wanted the dream wedding so bad I had to ask dad to lend me the money.”

“No you didn’t! You told me you’d been saving the money!”

“I… I… gambled what I had. I thought I could win the money… but I lost the five grand I had saved.”

“Robert! Why didn’t you tell me?” I then turned to my father-in-law. “We’ll get you the money, Hank. I don’t know how but this isn’t the time to discuss it.”

Hank smirked and sat down. “Amy, this is the perfect time to discuss it. Your husband and I drew up a contract over a year ago. He pays up on the wedding night or I take out the insurance policy. Which is you.”

“Me? I don’t understand.” I felt nauseous.

“Robert,” Hank looked at his son, who couldn’t even look at me. “Explain the situation to your wife.”

“I’m sorry, honey, but you’re the insurance policy.”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Robert! You borrowed all that money, using me as insurance?”

“It’ll only be this once, Amy.”

“Oh, that’s alright then! You, fucking moron. You borrowed the money, so why don’t you get fucked by your dad instead. How’s about that for a deal?”

Hank rose from the chair. “There was a second insurance policy I took out with my son, Amy.”

“Enlighten me,” I sighed, shaking my head.

“If you don’t comply then we’ll simply have to force you, but we really don’t want to do that. Not on your special day, but one way or the other, I’m going to be collecting tonight.”

“It’s not special anymore, is it! You’re both fucking sick!”

“Maybe,” Hank smirked while my husband cowered into the corner.

“Now, my beautiful daughter-in-law, bend over the bed and settle your husband’s debt. A debt you have now legally inherited.”

“I knew you could be spineless at times, Robert, but this is beyond comprehensible. Let’s get this over with.”

I walked to the end of the bed and bent over, placing my hands flat on the covers while Hank came and stood behind me.

“Mmm, I’ve been dying to see under this dress all day.”

I cringed and shivered as Hank raised my wedding dress and threw it over my lower back, exposing my pert butt and the ivory wedding thong and lace hold-ups I was wearing for my husband. I then jolted forwards and closed my eyes tightly when my sixty-two-year-old father-in-law put his hands on my ass.

“Very nice,” he moaned, rubbing his hands all over my butt. “You have a sexy wife, son. I’m going to enjoy consummating the marriage on your behalf.”

“Just make it quick, dad,” my husband murmured.

“Shut up, Robert!” I spat without opening my eyes. Hank chuckled.

“As much as I like them, Amy, your panties are going to have to come down. Do me the honor, but as you do, I want you to thank me.”

“Thank you? For what?” I gasped.

“For lending your husband the money.”

“You’ve got to be joking, Hank? Ahhhhh!”

“Back chat me again, Amy, and I’ll slap your ass ten times harder than that. I might even get my belt out to administer the pain.”

“Ok! Just give me a moment here.”

I took a minute to compose and psyche myself. I was about to be raped on my wedding night by my father-in-law, and while my husband did nothing but watch.

“Remove the damn panties, Amy!” Hank hissed.

I tucked my thumbs into the waistband and slowly started pulling the thong down. My hands were shaking as I moved the garment.

“Thank you for borrowing us the money, Hank,” I quivered.

“Stop!” he exclaimed, then took a photo off me in that position.

I froze with the thong just below my ass. I knew I was exposing my pussy.

“That’s far enough. That’ll do nicely, and you’re both welcome for the money.”

I put my hands back on the bed and waited to be raped while Hank unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. A cold shiver went up my spine when I heard his trousers and belt hit the floor.

“P…pl… please use a rubber, Hank. I’ve come off the pill to conceive.”

“Never in my life have I worn a rubber, Amy. I’m not about to start now, not at my age. But don’t worry your pretty little self. Daddy will pull out in time.”

“Fine, but you better be clean.”

“Oh, I’m clean alright, but you won’t be when I’ve finished with you. Now, Amy, sweetheart… tell your daddy to fuck you.”

“I can’t. I won’t. Just get it over with, Hank,” I begged, close to tears.

“I won’t tell you again, Amy. Tell daddy to fuck you and look at your husband as you say the words.”

“Jesus Christ!” I sobbed. “Fuck me, Hank.”

“That’s no way for a slut to ask a gentleman to satisfy her married cunt on her wedding night. Try again, and this time you better hope you convince me.”

“Dad,” my husband sighed.

“You stay out of this, son.”

“But Amy’s my wife!”

“You should have thought about that before you brought your degenerate gambling broke ass to my door begging for the cash to pay for a lavish wedding. You could have done it in a way which was affordable. Now, I don’t want to hear another peep out of you until I’ve finished with your wife. Got it, son?”

“Yes, dad.”

“Good. Take a seat and enjoy the show, I’m about to turn you into a cuckold. Amy, where were we? I think you were about to ask me nicely to fuck you while you look at your husband.”

I took a deep breath as my body trembled over the bed, then turned my head to look at Robert. “Please, daddy. Please fuck me.”

“That’s better,” Hank chuckled as he slapped his cock against my ass.

I gritted my teeth at my husband. “Don’t you dare look away!” I told him. “You made this deal! Now you can suffer the consequences with me.”

“Mmm, I like your attitude, Amy,” Hank chuckled once more, then nudged his cock against my pussy. “Mmm, you’re already wet. I think you’re secretly enjoying this.”

“In your dreams, Hank!” I spat, staring angrily at my husband.

“I am in my dreams, Amy. I’m about to sink my cock into your cunt on your wedding night.”

“Uhhh!” I grunted as his thick gland started pushing inside, rolling my pussy lips along his shaft as he entered me slowly. “Uhhh!”

“Mmm! Nothing beats a tight wife on her wedding night. Mmm!”

“Ahhh!” I gasped, gripping the bedcovers in my hands. Hank was thick. He was stretching and hurting me as he held my hips and continued pushing his cock into my pussy.

“Mmm! That’s it, Amy! You’re starting to loosen up a little. Tell me how much you like daddy’s cock.”

“Uhhhh! Fuck!” Ahhh!”

Hank pushed and pushed before he pulled back and pushed some more. He inched his cock into me, fucking my pussy as she warmed up and stretched to accommodate her father-in-law.

“Tell daddy how is cock feels, Amy. Mmm.”

“Big!” I grunted. “Too big!”

“I’m not too big, Amy. You’re just tight. Let me fix that for you.”

Hank held my hips firm and pushed every inch he had deep into my pussy. I howled like an animal in pain while he groaned like an animal in pleasure, as he penetrated ting me deeper and deeper. It didn’t take long before I started sighing and moaning.

As my pussy got used to the size. My insides stretched naturally, and against my will, I began to actually enjoy Hank’s big cock fucking me.

“Mmm, now you’re soaking, Amy.”

I couldn’t speak. All I could do was moan and spread my legs a little further.

“Did you see that, son? Your wife just made some room for me. Yeah, you want to feel it all, don’t you, Amy. Your cunt needs it now.”

Hank started fucking me hard. My pussy was sloppy and noisy as he banged his cock in and out of it. I couldn’t help but groan in pleasure as the humiliation of it all began to add to how good Hank’s cock actually felt.

In my wedding dress, on my wedding night, in the honeymoon suite, in front of my husband getting fucked by my father in-law. I was no longer being raped. I stared rocking my body back and forth to meet Hank’s thrusts. It was impossible not to enjoy his big cock.

“Ohhhh, fuck yes, Amy! You’re loving it now, aren’t you? Loving daddy’s big cock fucking your tight cunt!”

I looked at my husband. I could see the jealousy and hurt. It was written all over his face. As we stared into each other’s eyes, something changed in Robert. He took out his cock and started stroking as he watched.

Hank chuckled. “You’re a cuckold, just like your brother when I fucked his wife to save their mortgage.”

Watching my husband masturbating, while his father fucked me in my wedding dress, sent me over the edge. I climaxed hard with my pussy greedily spasming around Hank’s thick cock. He grunted and pulled my hips back, slamming my arse into his groin.

“Ahhh! Daddy’s about to blow, Amy. Tell him where you want his cum! Ahhh!”

“Inside me!” I screamed, struggling with my orgasm. It was so intense. “Do it inside me!”

“Mmm! You married a slut, son. One fertile womb full of potent sperm coming right up, Amy.”

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” I panted, watching my husband ejaculating in his seat, all over his wedding suit.

“Ahhhh! Fuuuuck!” Hank was cumming deep inside my pussy. Flooding my womb with his seed on my wedding night.

“Huhhhh,” he exhaled, pulling out and leaving his cum to leak out of me. “Debt settled. Now, I’ll leave you two lovebirds to officially become man and wife.”

Hank finally left the honeymoon suite. I fell forwards onto the bed with my soaking wet pussy wide open and throbbing. My husband just sat there with his head in his hands.

Nine months later, I gave birth to a baby boy. I named him Hank Jr after his father and grandfather. He took Robert as his middle name, after his stepfather.

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