After a whirlwind courtship friends said I was mad to marry Melanie who was 27 years younger than myself, but we loved each other so I ignored them. The wedding was a quiet affair with a few family and friends, a buffet, plenty of drink and some dancing. I don’t dance, unlike my new bride who loves dancing, so I was happy to let her dance with others while I had a drink and chat with my mates. I did notice that she seemed to dance a lot with one particular guy but she was obviously enjoying our wedding, so I wasn’t going to interfere. Then she came to me and said she was going to our room to change into clothes more suitable for dancing. Ok, I said and carried on chatting with mates. Mel seemed to be gone a long time just to change but I wasn’t really bothered. When she returned she was wearing a light dress and was obviously a lot more comfortable. She chatted to me for a while then asked if it was ok to go dancing some more. Of course I said yes and later on I noticed that she was no longer dancing with the first guy but someone quite different. A little later I did notice she had disappeared again but everyone needs to go to the loo and the food was in the room next door, so it wasn’t a problem. Eventually I noticed her on the dance floor once again and with another partner so that was ok. To my drink fuddled brain, she seemed to disappear a lot between different partners and now and again she came to the bar to see how I was. Eventually the hotel staff said we had to close the room and the DJ was paid off. Mel then said to me let’s take a few bottles to our room and ask my special friends to join us. That seemed a good idea although when I got off the bar stool I found that I was a lot drunker than I realised. I am not sure that this is such a good idea I said to Mel but she told me not to be such an old fuddy duddy so we ended up in the lift with 3 of her old mates. They were standing really close to her in the lift and I was surprised to see one of them stroking her bottom without Mel shaking him off. I was even more surprised when we got into our room and saw how untidy the bed was with the bedding on the floor and Mel’s wedding clothes in a heap in a chair. The guys helped me across the room and sending Mel’s clothes to join the heap of bedding they lowered me into the chair. I really was wasted, far more than I should have been after what I had drunk that evening. I slumped in the chair vaguely aware of my surroundings and the chatter going on. Are you sure he is unconscious I heard Mel ask and David told her not to worry, that after what he had put in my drink I would be out of it for the rest of the night. This was the signal for Mel’s extra party and they all rapidly undressed. How many have you had so far tonight one asked Mel, to which she replied five. Well we are about to make it eight said one and Mel got onto the bed and opened her legs wide. OK! Let’s do it she said, and the first guy got between her legs and thrust his hard cock straight into her welcoming pussy. God Mel, you are wet he said and Mel told him it was not surprising as all 5 had fucked her bareback. I was in a weird state, I was aware of what was happening but could neither move or speak. The first guy obviously came and withdrew to be replaced by the next. Mel called the first guy to her and took his cum-covered cock into her mouth. The same happened with the next chap and by the time the third had fucked her the first was ready again. Two of them managed a repeat but not the third guy and Mel said you are as big a wimp as my new husband. He can never manage a repeat. Eventually the three of them left and Mel put a blanket over me to keep me warm in the chair. In the morning I woke with a bad headache and could hear Mel in the shower. I staggered into the bathroom to be met by a smiling Mel who greeted me as sleepy head and told me that I had drunk far too much on our wedding night and passed out. I knew this was untrue but didn’t know what to say. Maybe it had all been a hallucination so when Mel took me by the hand and took me to our wedding bed I meekly followed. She sucked my cock until it was hard then rode me to an orgasm. I did notice the bed was wet and there was a strong smell of sex but didn’t say anything. Our marriage seems to be working. She is a good wife, she takes care of me and we have as much sex as I can manage. She is fun to be with and can talk intelligently about subjects that interest me but twice a week she insists on going out to meet with her friends and when she gets back she has obviously been cheating on me. Nothing is ever said, and I usually go down on her cum- filled cunt before fucking her myself. We may have a strange marriage in many people’s eyes, but it is working for us.