Gangbanged on My Wedding Night - Nixie Fairfax - ebook
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When Jessica’s new husband passes out from too much champagne before they can consummate their marriage, she heads to the hotel bar to drink her disappointment away. There, she meets five sexy black bodybuilders whose brazen advances draw the horny young bride into a steamy interracial gangbang.

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Gangbanged on My Wedding Night

By Nixie Fairfax

Copyright 2018 by Nixie Fairfax

All rights reserved

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

This work contains explicit sexual content and is intended for adults only. All characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.

My husband of five hours was moments away from penetrating me and consummating our marriage when he let out a long, low groan and slumped to the bed beside me.

I sat up, alarmed. “Gary, what…”

The rest of the question died unspoken. The answer was obvious: Gary was out like a light. He was snoring loudly, and a pool of drool was already forming on the pillow next to his slack, gaping mouth. All the champagne he had drunk at the reception and in the limo on the way to the hotel had taken its toll. He never could hold his alcohol. I had warned him, but he hadn’t listened. Judging by past experience, he’d be out till tomorrow morning.

With a weary sigh, I tugged the cover over Gary’s naked body, then climbed out of bed and scowled down at him, mad and hurt and disappointed. And super-horny. I was all revved up for a long night of good, hard fucking.

Knowing there was no way I’d be able to sleep in the mood I was in—especially with Gary doing his buzz-saw impression right next to me—I decided to head down to the hotel bar for a good, stiff drink. At least that way I’d be sure of getting a good stiff something tonight. I put on the slinky black dress hanging on the closet door. It was what I had been wearing up until Gary peeled it off my squirming, eager body only five minutes earlier. It was what he had insisted I wear tonight to help set the mood for our long, passionate first night as newlyweds.

So much for that.

I studied myself in the mirror. I could see why Gary liked the dress. The front was open all the way down to my navel, baring my flat belly and the creamy inner curves of both breasts, while the bottom was slit up the side all the way to mid-hip. If I weren’t careful in this thing, I could easily wind up in violation of half a dozen local indecency statutes.