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The Wedding Night Tradition

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Ethan Thomas seems like a man who always gets what he wants. With no experience, he got a job in the design department at Intimate Expressions, a lingerie company. People make a lot of jokes about him being the only straight man in the company who works outside the accounting department. His job is to meet with the models who will wear the lingerie for photo ads, have them try on the clothing, and then discuss with them any changes needed to make the apparel more comfortable for women and appealing to men. These meetings happen behind closed doors. No one really knows what happens behind those doors, but the models always leave with a satisfied smile. Three months after he started his job, he met Amanda Peterson, a former supermodel who successfully transitioned from modeling to become the founder, owner, and ceo of Intimate Expressions. She is 48 years old and still drop-dead gorgeous. She is divorced and has three daughters: Jennifer, 23; Lisa, 20; and Sarah, 18. All of whom are incredibly beautiful. Amanda quickly becomes smitten with Ethan. After two months, they're engaged. Amanda asks her three daughters and her executive assistant, Pamela Hunt, to be her bridesmaids. Pamela is 22 years old and a model who wants to transition out of modeling. She became Amanda's executive assistant to learn from her. The wedding was a month after the engagement. The wedding dresses were less typical, but not surprising, given Amanda's business. The wedding dress was white, tight, with a V-neck and a short skirt; it showed off her curves really well. The bridesmaids' dresses were similar, only they were pink. The wedding went off without a hitch. The wedding reception was a blast. Everyone ate, danced, laughed, and shared fun memories. As the reception was coming to an end, Amanda and Ethan invited the bridesmaids upstairs to show them the honeymoon suite. Once all the girls were in the room, Amanda and Ethan explained to them the Wedding Night Tradition. Lots of sex follows the explanation.

Characters

  • Amanda Peterson — The founder, owner, and CEO of Intimate Expressions, Amanda, is a former supermodel who possesses a sharp business mind and an unwavering desire for control. She is a 48-year-old woman who has found in Ethan the perfect partner to mirror her own intensity.
  • Ethan Thomas — A clever and observant designer at Intimate Expressions who has risen rapidly due to his uncanny ability to understand exactly how lingerie should fit and feel. His unique role involves intimate, private consultations with models, leading to widespread rumors about his professional methods.
  • Jennifer Peterson — The oldest daughter of Amanda Peterson, currently navigating the pressure of her mother's high-profile marriage and her own rising public status. She is highly observant of her mother's new relationship and frequently acts as a bridge between her younger sisters and the executive staff at Intimate E
  • Lisa Peterson — As Amanda Peterson's middle daughter, Lisa occupies a complex position within the family business and the new family dynamic. She is observant, deeply aware of her mother's sudden attachment to Ethan, and uses her position as a bridesmaid to navigate the shifting power structure of the household.
  • Pamela Hunt — Amanda’s 22-year-old executive assistant and a former model, Pamala is hungry to learn the industry's secrets from the woman she admires most. She navigates the complex power dynamics of the firm with quiet calculation.
  • Sarah Peterson — The youngest of Amanda’s three daughters, Sarah has grown up surrounded by the high-stakes world of fashion and beauty. She is 18 years old and carries an air of playful innocence that masks her deep curiosity about the company's inner workings.

Chapter 3: The Wedding Night Continues

Pamela stepped through the doorway last, her heels sinking into the plush ivory carpet, and watched Amanda lead Ethan to the enormous bed. The glass walls turned the Roman skyline into a shimmering backdrop, all those distant lights blurring into gold behind Amanda's honey-blonde hair as she turned and pulled Ethan down with her. She landed on her back across the linens, her short white dress riding up her thighs, and laughed low in her throat when he caught her wrists and pinned them above her head.

"Slow," Amanda murmured, not a request. Ethan answered by taking his time, kissing the hollow of her throat, the ridge of her collarbone, working the dress down inch by inch until her full breasts spilled free, the nipples hard and dark against her pale skin. Pamela stood at the edge of the bed with Jennifer and Lisa and Sarah, her slick thighs pressed together, still wet from everything that had come before, and watched him lick a slow line down Amanda's stomach. Amanda arched and grabbed a fistful of his chestnut hair.

"Don't tease me, Ethan. I'm your wife now. Fuck me like it."

He shoved the dress the rest of the way down and buried his face between her legs, and Amanda's hips bucked up off the mattress, a long filthy groan tearing out of her. He ate her with the same unhurried patience he'd used on the marble floor with Sarah, tongue flat and steady, two fingers curling inside her until Amanda's thighs clamped around his head and she came with a shout that echoed off the glass.

Then he crawled up her body, unbuttoned his trousers, and pushed into her in one long stroke. Amanda cried out, wrapped her legs around his waist, and met every thrust, her tits bouncing with the rhythm, her manicured nails raking down his back. "That's it. That's my husband. Fuck me. Fuck me harder." The bed creaked under them, a steady rhythmic slap of skin, and Pamela could feel her own cunt throb in time with it, slick and aching and already desperate for a turn she knew was coming.

Pamela watched her boss take her husband, her silver hair fanning across his chest, her cunt swallowing his cock in slick, hungry strokes, and Pamela's own thighs clenched with a need that bordered on pain. Lisa and Jennifer had settled onto the chaise, fingers idly tracing each other's arms, while Sarah knelt at the foot of the bed, her chin resting on the mattress, watching her mother with parted lips.

When Amanda finally came, her body shuddering over him with a raw cry, Ethan flipped her onto her back and drove into her through the aftershocks until he spilled inside her with a groan that seemed to shake the glass walls. They lay tangled, panting, and then Amanda's hand found his hair and pulled his mouth to hers, and Pamela knew the night was far from over.

Pamela barely had time to catch her breath before Amanda rolled off him and reached for Jennifer. "Your turn, baby. Ride him while I watch."

That set the pattern for the rest of the night. Ethan didn't stop and none of them wanted him to. Jennifer climbed over him and sank down on his cock, her head thrown back, and Amanda knelt behind her, cupping her daughter's tits while she bounced. When Jennifer came, Ethan flipped her and took her ass while she whimpered into the pillow, and Lisa knelt beside them with two fingers working her own cunt, whispering, "Come on, Jenny, take it, take all of it."

Lisa went next. He bent her over the end of the bed and fucked her from behind until her knees gave out, then turned her and pushed into her throat until she gagged and swallowed. Sarah got her second turn on her back with her ankles on his shoulders, sobbing that it was too much, that she wanted more, and Pamela watched him fill her cunt and then her ass while Sarah screamed his name into the sheets.

Pamela lost count. Her own turns blurred together, on the bed, against the glass with the whole city glittering beneath her, on her hands and knees while Amanda ate her from behind and Ethan fucked her mouth. Every hole, again and again, until her thighs shook and her throat was raw and she had come so many times she couldn't remember where one ended and the next began.

Dawn came grey and gold over Rome. Amanda lay sprawled across Ethan's chest, sweaty and smug, and told them all to go get dressed, that she wanted her husband to herself. They stumbled into their rumpled pink dresses, still sticky, laughing.

Pamela pulled the pink dress over her head, wincing at the crusted fabric against her thighs. Her hair was a disaster, her mouth tasted of champagne and come, and she had never felt more awake. Sarah caught her eye and grinned, holding up her panties to show they'd been torn. Jennifer laughed and tossed a hotel robe at her. Lisa was already at the door, yawning.

Amanda watched them from the bed, tucked against Ethan's side, one hand splayed flat on his chest. "Go on, all of you. I want my husband to myself." She said it with a smile, but Pamela heard the steel underneath.

"Have fun, you two," Jennifer said, pulling the door open.

"Screw you later," Ethan called back, and the bridesmaids dissolved into giggles down the corridor. They all knew he would, and none of them could wait.

Lisa glanced back over her shoulder, one hand braced on the door frame, and called into the room. "Promises, promises." Jennifer snorted, Sarah clapped a hand over her mouth, and they all dissolved into giggles as the door clicked shut behind them.

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