The Black Wedding

For now.

Zack had heard someone enter the room, but he was so absorbed in his own thoughts that he didn't notice the intruder at first. It was only out of the corner of his eye that he noticed some movement reflected in the mirror, causing him to look up, laying eyes on the older woman standing behind him.

While Zack had never met or even seen his wife's boss before, he knew enough to know that the woman standing in the doorway was Vanessa Jones. She hadn't noticed that he had seen her, as she seemed lost in her thoughts. Most of her body was hidden behind a shelf, so he could only see her face. Zack's first take on the older woman was a bit of a surprise. To be honest, he didn't expect her to be so attractive. He knew she was in her forties, but she looked younger, with only a stray line here and there indicating her true age. Maybe it was due to him being 25, but in his head, he thought of women her age almost as old ladies, so this was an unexpected revelation. She was probably around the same age as his mother, but this woman couldn't be any more different. Her striking features perfectly formed, indicating her past in modeling. She had high cheekbones, and her almond shaped eyes were sharp and striking. Her lips were plump and full, and her black hair was long, lush, and full. Combining all of this with her dark smooth complexion, it was safe to say that Vanessa was a stunner.

Shaking away these thoughts, and knowing that this woman was not only his wife's boss but the woman who had paid for this entire wedding, Zack knew he had to put his best foot forward.

"Hi..." he called out as he turned to face her, causing her eyes to jump up, meeting his. Unknown to him, she had been gawking at his butt, but he didn't need to know that. She was silent for a second as she looked at him, her expression unreadable. Fearing she might be angry, especially after hearing through the grapevine about how mad she was about his lateness, he felt the need to speak up. "You're Vanessa, right? I'm Zack, the, uh, groom. Sorry about being late. We hit the craziest traffic. I mean, I've never seen that road backed up like that." She was silent for a few moments after he spoke, before her tone softened and a smile crossed her thick lips.

"Oh... no problem, honey," Vanessa replied, her anger immediately cooling off when confronted by this white stud. He looked so cute as he sought her forgiveness, she noted to herself. He was desperate for her approval, she thought. He so wanted to make her happy. A shiver of attraction ran through her upon these thoughts. Without moving, she shut the door behind her. He ran his hand across his head, fearing he had screwed up this whole thing.

"I hope I didn't mess things up too much," Zack wondered. "Is Mandy freaking out?"

"No, babe, don't worry. She's fine," Vanessa replied, her smooth, confident voice calming his nerves.

"Uh... that's good, I was freaking out there for a minute," he said with a small laugh, glancing to the side for a second before looking back at her, just as she stepped out from behind the shelf. "I know we haven't had the chance to really meet yet, but I wanted to say..." but before he could finish, the words caught in his throat as she emerged, her body no longer obscured. His eyes widened as he took in the full expanse of her luscious frame for the first time.

Vanessa knew exactly what she was doing as she approached the groom-to-be, a smirk crossing her lips as the words died on his, and the polite eye contact he had maintained before came to a stop as his eyes drifted downwards, taking in her juicy body with rapt attention.

Zack couldn't hide his stare, but considering the vision he was being presented with, absolutely no one would blame him. Her shiny gold dress looked painted on, clinging to her hourglass frame, showing off the goods. His eyes traversed up from her high-heel-clad feet, up her long, bare, firm leg, the smooth black skin exposed as one leg emerged from the slit in her dress. The way the dress hugged her hips gave good promise that it was struggling to contain an amazing ass, large and firm and smooth, standing out from her fit frame, each round cheek perfectly shaped. But despite every inch of her body seeming like perfection, Zack's eyes firmly planted themselves in one specific area. Her two biggest, roundest features.

They were absolutely enormous. Zack had seen many pairs of large breasts in his days, but nothing like this. Not even close. All those other women's racks seemed meagre and undersized in comparison. Zack couldn't take his eyes off of them. They had to be FF cups, at the very least. They were just so big! And perfectly shaped, too. They were round and full, and shockingly firm, considering the size of her mammoth rack. These were porno tits, but here in the real world. The slinky dress hugged every curve of her voluminous chest, highlighting their round, full shape and massive size. They jutted out from her chest severely, and the dress was low-cut enough to show off the tops of her enormous tits, and the deep, dark, succulent valley in between, where the mammoth jugs pressed together perfectly. They were just so big, but almost as important, they were just so black!

Her black udders were just massive! As she strutted towards the husband-to-be, it was obvious to him that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her mammoth jugs were bouncing indecently underneath her slinky dress, almost out of control as they jiggled with every step. Her hard nipples were dancing underneath her dress with every confident step she took. The tops of her bouncing black breasts were a near hypnotic sight to the young white stud as the older black woman approached him. His eyes fell deep into the crevasse between those huge black tits and couldn't look away.

They were simply perfect. He had laid eyes upon many pairs of breasts in his time, but none compared to these. They all seemed so much smaller than these, and most noticeably, they just seemed so pale in comparison. Vanessa's massive tits just seemed so much more massive and smooth and luscious than any of the white girls he had been with. Something about Vanessa's huge black breasts just seemed so much more lust-inducing than all those other girls, as if her dark, black skin made her breasts hotter and sexier than any of those white girls' less impressive pairs. Plus, they bounced and jiggled in a mouth-watering manner, sending a jolt through his already swollen cock.

Zack had thought he had pretty much seen and done it all in his time on the market, but he was being confronted with one very noticeable gap on his sexual resume. To put it simply, Zack had never gone black. It wasn't that he avoided black girls, it was just that his hometown was lilywhite, so there was never really any opportunity to go that way even if he wanted. So, he had no idea the types of delights a pair of huge black tits could offer, but he was learning that now. He was seeing what he was missing out on.

The poor boy didn't even know what to do with himself when confronted with a mammoth black rack. Vanessa could easily tell he had never gone black, simply due to the fact that he was marrying a white girl. If a guy like Zack had ever gone black, he would not be marrying a white girl. Vanessa knew that for sure. Zack was built to fuck black girls, no doubt. If he had gone black, and had felt some naked black skin against his sexy white flesh, and had gone balls deep inside a tight, wet, superior black cunt, any black girl worth her salt would lock that shit down, wrapping her legs around him and never letting go.

That very image was running through Vanessa's mind at the moment.

As she came to a stop, the young white stud couldn't pull his eyes away from her jutting chest, the mammoth jugs taking a few extra seconds to stop jiggling. Vanessa knew he had never seen a pair quite like these, so he couldn't be blamed for gawking. His eyes were lost in her luscious cleavage, and the older black woman knew if she didn't act, he wouldn't be able to pull himself away.

"You were saying?" Vanessa asked, causing his eyes to jump to hers. She looked at him with a near gloating expression, smiling knowingly. Knowing he had been caught, his cheeks flushed.

"Wh... what?" he stammered.

"You were saying you wanted to thank me for something?" Vanessa supplied, jutting out her chest, daring him to look again, daring him to thank her for bringing her massive knockers to his wedding. Her nipples were throbbing at seeing the white stud struggle not to gawk at her massive, perfect black breasts.

"Oh, uh, yeah..." he stammered again, total discombobulated, his cheeks still red as he rubbed his forehead, trying to regain his composure. There were a few times where he almost looked at Vanessa's breasts again, but he caught himself each time. He wanted to look, he SO wanted to. They were just so big! And lusciously smooth and black. No... NO! He couldn't. "I, uh... I just wanted to thank you for... everything. The wedding, the reception, all of it. I truly appreciate it, and Mandy does too," he stated, meeting her gaze, finally finding his words long enough to compose a complete sentence. "I don't know what we could ever do to repay you."

Vanessa had a few good ideas, but she bit her tongue.

"Don't worry about it," she replied. "I have my moments of generosity," she added, before letting the silence between them hang. She simply smirked at the young man as he stood nervously in front of him, her piercing gaze pointed right at him, daring him to look away. To Zack, it felt like she was truly staring into his soul, reading his thoughts, knowing how much of a struggle it was for him not to stare right at her imposing, impressive chest.

"You can look if you want to, baby," she said with a bright, teasing smile, breaking the tension.

"I'm sorry," he replied, stammering again, turning away from her, not wanting to put himself in the position to be tempted, especially on his wedding day. What was he doing? He had never been fazed like this before, but now, in Vanessa's presence, he was reacting like a horny teenager.

"Trust me, I'm used to it," she replied, glancing down at her own breasts while bringing her hands up to them, cupping them in her palms and bouncing them lightly. He couldn't help but let his eyes follow, getting glued to her huge tits once more. "When you're sporting a pair this big, you get used to people staring," she paused and noticed his rapt gaze at her breasts. "I bet you've never seen a pair this big, have you?" she asked. Zack caught himself staring and looked away, taking a step towards the windows.

"I'm... I'm so sorry!" he apologized, shocked at his own behavior, unable to look back at her.

"Don't worry about it," she replied coolly. She smirked and pulled her hands from her breasts and looked up at the tensed groom-to-be. She stepped towards him, putting a hand on his shoulder, causing him to jump.

"Hon, you're a bit tense," Vanessa told him with a laugh. "Like I said, don't worry about it. I've been there. As someone who's been married four times, believe me when I say there is no use tying yourself in knots before the ceremony. You just need to relax. Here," she began, rubbing his shoulder lightly. Reluctantly, he let her turn him so he was facing her again. "C'mon, let me get a good look at ya," she said from in close to him.

She checked his outfit, straightening out his tie, and checking his tux for wrinkles, but she was honestly using this as an excuse to feel him up. She ran her hands down his arms, feeling his firm, hard muscles through his clothes. 'God, he's perfect,' Vanessa thought to herself. She couldn't help but imagine him naked, running her hands across his taught, bare, white skin. He even smelled good, Vanessa noticed as she leaned in close, his natural masculine scent, combined with his subtle cologne, sent another surge of raw lust through her.

"Mmm... damn. I tell you, Mandy is one lucky girl," she whispered to him, her silky voice making him shiver.

Zack was frozen in place, not knowing what to do, not knowing why he was reacting like this. Maybe it was the newness of being presented with this epitome of black female sexuality. Maybe it was the fact this bombshell was an older woman. Sure, working in a bar, he had been shamelessly hit on by many horny old housewives, but none possessed the raw sexuality and obvious, lust-inducing appeal that Vanessa did. Her older age, with her luscious black skin and lust inducing body, combined to create a beacon of sex that the soon-to-be groom could barely handle, especially in his current state.

There was animal heat between them. The tension was thick between them immediately, even if Zack didn't want to admit it to himself. Between the silences and long pauses, their bodies were communicating. Her nipples were as hard as diamonds, evident through the thin dress. His lengthy cock was throbbing, his bulge clear in his pants. Her pussy was dripping her delightful sex juices as pre-cum leaked from the tip of his dick. Her breathing got deeper, as did his. A shiver went up her spine, matching the one that went down his. Their bodies were already preparing for hot interracial sex, because for these two, no other outcome seemed possible. A gorgeous, horny older black woman with enormous breasts, confronted with a young, fuckable piece of prime white meat... hot sex seemed like it should be inevitable. Their bodies were ready. Their bodies were prepared to get hot and sweaty. Their limbs were ready to get tangled between the sheets. Her pussy was readying itself to lovingly and eagerly swallow his massive white shaft up to the balls. His cock was readying itself for that very same journey inside her, plus a few other filthier ones. His nuts were working overtime, readying themselves for some heated and aggressive sexual action, filling up to the brim with hot, thick cum, knowing that excessive amounts of semen would be needed to please the hot black woman standing in front of him.

But despite this raw, sexual attraction, Zack knew better, as did Vanessa. As hot as the sex would be between them, and it would be very hot, both understood the repercussions. Vanessa was, for now, still being held back by those nagging morals inside her head. And obviously, Zack was about to get married, and as hot and sexy as his wife's boss was, nothing could or would happen. He had made his choice, and he was happy with it. He was about to get married, and as tempting of a body as Vanessa had, Zack had to push back against these thoughts. He thought he had evolved beyond this type of thinking, but he now realized he had to stifle it out once and for all. He had to stop thinking this way. Once he and Mandy were married, he wouldn't let himself think this way again. He had one last moment of weakness before the wedding where he checked out a sexy as hell creature. It was one last mistake. Now, he knew better and he should be all good.

Vanessa stepped back and gave him the once-over and looked up at him and gave him an approving nod. But as much as she approved of this alone time with this hot white man, her inner control freak was winning out, and the knowledge that her well laid plans for the wedding were getting thrown off was enough to drive her into action. And plus, she didn't know if she could fight off this visual temptation much longer.

"Well, we could stay in here all day, but you're leaving your soon-to-be-wife waiting," Vanessa said, putting her hands on her hips. "You ready to get married?"

Zack nodded, stood up straight, and steeled himself.

"Yes," he replied, a little shakier than he intended. "Yes I am."

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The ceremony was actually the least exciting part of the wedding. The large fancy church was filled to the brim, a far cry from the small, intimate wedding Mandy originally had planned. The rows were packed were guests, but only a small percentage of these guests were actually acquaintances of the bride and groom, as Vanessa had filled up the guest list with her friends and acquaintances.

But it was all a blur to Mandy as she walked down the aisle. Despite her humble plans, she had to admit that this was the type of wedding most women dreamed of. The church looked beautiful, with beams of sunlight shining through the fancy windows. The guests were all well dressed, happy and smiling. This is what you imagine your wedding day being like.

All these thoughts faded when Mandy stood up at the front of the church next to Zack. When she looked up at him, and he looked back at her, the excitement and happiness on his face matching her own, all the other distractions faded away. Her entire world was just him and her. And when they said 'I Do', and their lips met, she felt a pure joy and happiness that she had never experienced in her young life.

It was the greatest moment in Mandy's life.

This joy carried over through the beginning of the reception. After the ceremony, and after the happy couple and the entire wedding party took pictures in some scenic settings near the church, everyone made their way into the heart of the city for the reception. While most of the guests transported themselves, the wedding party were taken in fancy limos. Experiencing this type of high-life was a cool experience for this humble, Midwestern couple.

When they entered the reception hall and were greeted with a warm voluminous response, Mandy was incredibly happy. As the couple got settled, they had the opportunity to look around for the first time and really take in some of the people that were attending.

There were some recognizable faces that either one or both of them recognized. There were some well known actors and actresses that they recognized. There were some famous athletes that Zack knew of, basketball and football players. There were some faces from the business world that Mandy knew, some pretty rich and powerful people who had passed through the office. Vanessa had made good with a lot of very powerful women, both in the business world, and outside it, and a lot of them were in attendance. There was a very well known and notorious fashion icon, the editor-in-chief of 'Style' Magazine, Nina Baxter, with her much younger husband by her side. But most shockingly, somehow, someway, Vanessa pulled off a major coup and landed a legit, major, A-list celebrity.

Naomi was in attendance.

Yes, that Naomi. The billionaire TV host and entrepreneur, and probably one of the few black women in America who was more rich and powerful than Vanessa. Her TV show had led her to become one of the most powerful and revered women in the country. Major celebrities went on her show to make deep confessions under her stern, firm gaze, things they wouldn't say to anyone else. People that never did TV interviews would talk to her on her show. She was a huge deal. Mandy had heard rumors that they were friends, but she didn't really believe it until now.

Vanessa had clearly gone all out with the guest list, and while it made Mandy and Zack feel like big deals, this is where the discomfort started to set in for Mandy. While she was truly appreciative of Vanessa's help, part of Mandy wished for the small, humble wedding she had been planning. She wished she could look out at the crowd and see people she actually recognized. The crowd was very rich, and a majority of them were black, which was fine, but it felt less like her wedding and more like a party where she was an outsider.

This feeling would only get stronger as the reception went on.

Her discomfort was starting to match that which her new husband was feeling. His discomfort wasn't due to the sensation of being an outsider at his own wedding. No, it was due to the fact that he couldn't get Vanessa out of his head.

Even during the ceremony, Zack found himself struggling to look away from his wife's hot black boss. When she walked down the aisle with his best man, Zack found himself staring hungrily at the older black maid of honor. His eyes fell to her magnificently large breasts, jiggling hypnotically as she sauntered down the aisle. He would catch himself after a few moments, pulling his eyes from her clearly throbbing nipples, but despite the fact that he could have friends and family catch him in the act, his eyes kept falling to her bulbous chest throughout the ceremony. What was he doing? This was his wedding? What the fuck is wrong with him? He's better than this. He should know better than to be checking out another woman on his wedding day, but this luscious creature was something he had never come across before. So hot. So sexy. So black...