So you’ve been following the stories of Matt and Jill, you’ve read the prequels (The Christmas Exhibition and Sensual, Intimate and Explicit Swinging) and scoured the anthology Jill’s Dirty Bedtime Stories, never mind each and every novel in The Uncertain Cuckold series… Now you have one major question on your mind – Will they or won’t they?
They’ve been engaged since before book 1 in The Uncertain Cuckold series, but in the three chronologically earlier books they were not. So what prompted Matt to propose? And when? I know. It just hasn’t yet been revealed in the novels. But let’s just say he realised Jill was the woman of his dreams, proving she would do anything to excite him (unfortunately, also herself) and that gender wasn’t necessarily an issue for her salacious needs. She blew his mind!
But then Matt pushed her to have sex with Gary. He thought it would be incredible to watch his bride-to-be fucked by this older man, while he himself had nobody (Gary and his wife Jen had split up since Sensual, Intimate and Explicit Swinging). The chemistry between Gary and Jill was more than just physical. Suddenly emotions were involved, and neither appeared able – or more so willing – to live without the other.
But how could Matt and Jill possibly comprehend marriage when she admits she not only has feelings for this other man, but she considers herself in a relationship, also, with him? And what of Matt’s sexual liaisons with Francesca? Could she throw a spanner in the works of the wedding?
I’m currently writing book 5, The Unchained Cuckold. To be precise, I’m on chapter 22. There will be answers. But it is in book 6, The Unmarried Cuckold, that we finally find out what happens on their big day, the 25th March. Am I teasing Unmarried as an answer to the will they or won’t they question? Or merely stating that until that day they are officially unmarried? Let’s remind ourselves of what we already know of that day in their lives…
The following is an excerpt from The Unforeseen Cuckold, a flash-forward from that novel’s prologue, which takes us to the day of Matt and Jill’s wedding. This is more of a teaser than a spoiler alert. All it lets slip is that something big happens on that day. But, hey, you’d expect nothing less from me, right?
All doubts about her attendance had been in vain.
All worries proven to be without weight.
“We are gathered here in the sight of God…”
All fears and panics nothing more than pernickety wastes of my time.
“To join together this man and this woman in holy matrimony…”
My bride was beautiful in an all-white dress, stood beside me, hope and happiness glimmering across her cheekbones. Her stunning blue eyes promising loyalty and devotion. Her smile suggesting a future to cherish.
“Which is an honourable estate, instituted of God, signifying unto us the mystical union that is betwixt Christ and his church…”
I stood awkwardly before over one hundred guests, my resolve burdened by nervousness and second-thoughts. How far Jill and I had come in our seven years together. How far our relationship had developed in the previous six months alone.
“Which holy estate Christ adorned and beautified with his presence and first miracle that he wrought in Cana of Galilee…”
Fiancé and fiancée were to become man and wife.
“And is commended of Saint Paul to be honourable among all men…”
My eyelids buzzed above my line of vision, blurring my mind with memories of cuckold and mistress.
“And therefore is not to be entered into inadvisedly or lightly by any…”
I glanced down to my best man in his wheelchair.
He looked up, first to I, then to Jill, and grinned.
“But reverently, discreetly, advisedly, soberly, and in the fear of God.”
I gulped, and turned again to the minister conducting the service.
Low rumblings echoed behind us. I felt their eyes roaming our backs. How many people suspected our secrets?
“Into this holy estate these two persons present come now to be joined.”
Jill’s bridesmaid, Tara, looked between us, smiled, and gave the minister her attention too.
“If any man can show just cause…”
Butterflies blasted my stomach, and perspiration enveloped every pore on my skin.
“Why they may not lawfully be joined together…”
Jill’s blonde hair was stunning under her veil. The skin of her face, neck and shoulders flawless. As if every inch of her had been etched from perfection itself.
“Let him now speak…”
Jill’s side of the room and mine both hushed into silence.
“Or else hereafter forever hold his peace.”
My fingertips searched the clamminess of my palms.
Jill’s cleavage heaved.
Tara flicked her eyes to the best man.
There was a sudden, horrendous crash from the rear of the church. I could feel the heads turn. Sense the disturbance rattle their thoughts. And hear their disgruntled voices meet with disdain.
The man who had accompanied Jill to the altar stood abruptly, and charged down the aisle. “Everyone remain calm,” he insisted.
Gary, I cursed inwardly.
“STOP THIS!” heckled the hellacious sound behind us all.
I looked to my bride-to-be, disgust crawling across my face. He couldn’t let her go. He couldn’t let her fucking go.
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