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Veronica
Canon in D plays as my mom and dad walk me down the aisle in the elaborately decorated courtyard of the Ritz-Carlton. I’m glad that my actual parents get to do the honors, rather than whatever fake couple Isaac was planning on hiring to play my mom and dad at our pretend wedding.
I never thought this would be my life, but I’m loving every minute of it. I especially love seeing Isaac’s face as I sashay down the aisle towards him. He looks as if he’s absolutely in awe of my wedding dress, and completely in love with me.
I can’t help but catch Stacy’s grin out of the corner of my eye. As my real maid of honor, she’s standing up there waiting for me, just like she would be if she was my fake maid of honor, but it’s even better now that it’s actually happening.
She and I had joked that Madame needed to come teach me the right way to walk down the aisle. But now that I’m staring at Isaac, I realize any way is right, as long as I make it up to the alter to marry my groom.
I can’t believe I’m actually marrying a multi-billionaire. And not just any multi-billionaire at that. But one who is handsome, strong and absolutely in love with me.
His dad is in the audience, with Cora at his side. His mom is sitting at the other end of the row. They were actually cordial to each other at the rehearsal dinner, which Isaac says is a small miracle.
Dan and Ed are standing beside Isaac as his best men, and they never let him forget that they’re the reason he and I are together. If they hadn’t encouraged him to go The Exchange that night— where money can buy you anything, even a fake fiancée— he’d never be having this very real wedding.
The sun begins to set on the ocean behind us as the very real officiant starts the ceremony. When it comes time to say our vows, I look Isaac in the eyes and say the ones I wrote myself.
“I never thought I would get married so soon, and I know you never thought you’d get married at all,” I tell him, while our guests laugh. “But I’m very thankful for each and every circumstance that brought us here today.”
He nods at me, and I can tell he’s trying to choke back tears.
“I promise to be your wife and your faithful companion until my dying day,” I tell him. “I’ll help you with your business.”
At this, we both look at his father, who gives us the thumbs up sign. He’s had a good week and I think that now that things are settled with Charles and with Isaac, however long he has left will be well spent.
I look back at Isaac.
“I’ll help you in life, with whatever you need. And I’ll always be the most caring, compassionate, most down to earth, totally real bride that you married today.”
“And with that,” the officiant says, as everyone starts to clap. “I pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your down to earth, totally real bride.”
And he does. Now and for the rest of our lives.
Isaac
I’m not the type to get nervous, but right now, I’m fucking nervous. I bought a fake fiancé, but it’s my real wedding day.
As soon as I see Veronica walking down the aisle, though, I know I’ve made the right choice. Everything is going to be okay because she and I are together.
She looks beautiful in a white lace gown with a long veil over her head. She went for the traditional look, as a reminder that this thing is for real. As if I needed any more reminders.
Dan elbows me and whispers to me for what has to be thousandth time, “I told you The Exchange had everything you needed.”
I grin and hiss at him through my teeth, “Dude, shut up. I’m getting married over here.”
As soon as Veronica’s in front of me, I want to take her in my arms and kiss her. But I remember I can’t do that until we’re officially married. As the officiant speaks, I realize it’s almost time to say my vows.
Shit.
I hope I can remember them.
When the time comes, I stare at her, momentarily frozen. But then she smiles at me, and I open my mouth to let the words flow out.
“I know we had a fast and unorthodox beginning,” I tell her, and she smiles as if to say, you’re telling me. “But I don’t regret a second of it. I love our past— as short as it might be—”
At this, we both pause to laugh.
“I love our present, and I’m looking forward to a long future together. I’ll protect you, love you, cherish you. I’ll be everything you ever wanted a husband to be, and everything I never even knew I could be—and that everyone else probably doubted I’d ever even want to be.”
Here, I look at my dad, and everyone laughs.
When we’re pronounced husband and wife, I can’t believe I have a real bride. A real marriage. A real life unlike any I’ve ever known before.
***
We party late into the night, and our reception is epic. Dan and Stacy appear to be getting it on, and they’re not even two of the most sloshed wedding guests.
I’m tipsy, but not too drunk to be turned on by my new wife. As soon as we get to our hotel room, I carry her over the threshold of the door and she laughs.
“I love you, husband,” she says, as I take off her beautiful wedding dress, being careful not to tear it.
“I love you, too.”
I’ve waited for this night ever since I first took her virginity— even if I didn’t consciously know it. Every time I reached for a condom, I would wish I could fuck her for real – raw, bare, without protection. And now I can.
I take her to the bed and use my tie to bind her wrists to the bed.
“We’re going to reenact the time I took your virginity,” I tell her. “But this time, I’m going to take all of you. Nothing is going to stand between us. Because we’re husband and wife now.”
“What if I get pregnant?” she asks, turning around to look at me.
“What if?” I ask her, spreading her legs apart.
I take her ass cheeks in my hand and spread her ass and pussy open wide.
“Here’s my pussy that I took for the very first time,” I tell her, slapping her ass with one hand while I stick my finger inside her with the other.
“Oh, my God. Isaac.”
I reach up and play with one of her nipples while kissing her shoulders and her back. I take off my pants and feel my cock hard and strong up against her ass.
This is it. I can take her without protection. She’s my wife. It’s real.
I slip my cock inside her and she whimpers.
“That’s a good girl,” I whisper up close to her ear. “Let your husband fuck you without a condom on.”
“Yes sir,” she says, as I watch my cock slide deep into her eager, wet pussy.
I push it in and pull it out, staring at it as her juices gather on it, making it slippery. I hold one hand on her ass and the other on her nipple as I thrust it in and out of her.
“That’s a good little slutty wife,” I tell her. “Let your husband do what he wants.”
“I’m coming,” she moans, as I reach around and slap her pussy with one of my hands while I twist her nipple with my other hand.
“That’s it,” I tell her. “Come for your husband.”
I grab hold of her ass and bear down into her, pushing and thrusting, being rough with her because I can. I can do anything I want to her, now and always.
As my cock begins to throb, she leans her head back against my chest and looks up into my eyes.
“I’m going to come in your pussy,” I tell her, as I feel the orgasm starting. “I’m going to shoot my load into you.”
“Oh, my God,” she says, “I’m going to come again too.”
I feel myself pulse inside her as my cum shoots into her.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I call out, feeling better than I ever felt before, when the condom blocked the full sensation. “I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming.”
We moan together and then fall onto the bed, both of us exhausted after a full wedding day and the best sex of our lives.
“That was amazing,” she says, as I curl my arm around the back of her neck. “I want to do that every night.”
“Me too,” I tell her, looking deep into her green eyes. “And now we can. Because you’re my very real wife.”
“And what if you put a very real baby inside me?” she asks, smiling that devilish, flirtatious grin I love so much.
“Then that would just be the icing on top of our very real wedding cake.”
THE END.