A Wedding Gift To Remember: An Interracial Cuckold Story (A Wedding Gift To Remember & A Honeymoon To Forget #1)

The snow was falling outside. It was a Winter Wonderland. It was the perfect day, the day I had dreamed about since I was a little girl: my wedding day. I was bursting with excitement. It was a picture perfect day and I was about to marry my best friend in the entire world. Jeff was the most loving, kind, gracious, and sexiest man I’d ever met and we had the best time together. We just clicked from the minute we first locked eyes in college. I guess you could say we were always on the same wavelength.

But as I walked down that aisle in front of our family and friends on that gorgeous winter afternoon with the snow falling outside, I wasn’t thinking about Jeff. Sure, he looked so handsome standing up there in his tux, and I really, truly was happy to be marrying him. But my mind was racing with anticipation of what was to come that night, after the ceremony, the reception, and the after party. I had a big wedding gift waiting for me back in our suite at the hotel and I couldn’t wait to unwrap it.