So as AJ was embracing me, he was running his hands softly over my dress in EVERY area! Now it's clearly not a tight dress, but it was electrifying...his excuse he said was "This dress doesn't feel that uncomfortable to me....actually, it's kind of nice..." Wink, laughter. "But" he continued "you're uncomfortable so let's get you out of it." And so, I took him by the hand and said "Well, I'm not going to strip out of my wedding dress on the floor of the parlor in this house! Help me walk upstairs and you can help me out of it up in the bedroom." Now there was a tinge in my pussy and a lump in my throat. I didn't believe anything was going to happen, but having this gorgeous man leading me up the stairs to the bedroom, to slip me out of my wedding dress, on my wedding day....was just fucking sexy as hell to me. I was looking forward to Mr HW getting home, AJ getting in his taxi and my new husband fucking the shit out of my soaking wet pussy! As I led him to the bedroom I made a joke "OK handsome, help the bride out of her wedding dress....and don't get any ideas about fucking the bride!" Much laughter, but by this time....fuck I was horny. So I turned around, standing on the beautiful lambskin rug that decorated the floor, and he slowly reached up to the latch at my neck. His touch was electrifying! He ever so slowly began to unzip the back of my dress....ever so slowly...by this time I knew he was making sport of this process...who was I to stop him? I just went along...and was pretty much along for the ride. The dress opened, I hesitated for a few seconds and he whispered in my ear "So, are you ready for your wedding dress to slip off of your body? Honestly" he continued in that whisper "This is one of the sexiest moments I've ever experienced in my life". "I'm sure you know this, but you have the sexiest body....." I audibly moaned....at that moment, I let go of the dress and it slide to the floor beside the rug. AJ's hands were still on my shoulders and his lips near my ear. I could feel his warm breath. His lips slid down to my neck, kissing me ever so lightly a few times on my neck on the way down. "There" he said in a normal voice "Aren't you more comfortable now?" I turned around and faced him, my face flush due to my arousal, my breath hard, and asked him "Not really, are you...?" I could see his bulging erection through his jeans. He had changed before leaving the reception. There I was, in the sexy underclothes I was wearing, clearly aroused beyond any other time I can recall....I just carressed his chest and went for it...I slightly parted my lips, touched them to his lips, and we began slow, sensual kisses.
By this time, without even realizing it, my pussy was pressing into his hard on and we became far more impassioned in our kisses. We began carressing each other's bodies and became more adventurous in our kissing. Soon, his lips found my neck, chest and he softly pulled the straps of my top to the side....I didn't resist...and it fell to the wayside. His lips found my breasts, softly kissing my nipples, and I was now moaning continuously. I reached down and started to pull his t-shirt off..."I suppose you should get comfortable without your top on too.....since I'm standing here like this". Off his shirt went. He now went beyond anything I had expected. I figured him kissing me and feeling my breasts was one thing....but down he went, to his knees, kissing my tummy the entire way down! I had no power and truthfully, no desire to stop him. I knew those kisses were going to find their way to my now throbbing and soaked pussy! I wanted to hesitate because I was so embarrassed about being so wet. He slowly kissed me through my lace panties and I was in heaven. Then, it happened....his fingers took the side of my panties, the only protection I had left, and slid them off with one stroke. I lifted firts one foot, then the next, so he could totally remove them. I remember thinking how sexy this must be for him to slide my wet panties over my shoes. So here I was, wearing only a few bits of stockings and arm lace....on my wedding night. I knew it was now or never to realize my fantasy of fucking him. I stood him up, dropped to my knees, undid his belt and zipper, and opened his jeans. I pulled them off without hesitation, now he was standing in just his tighty whities. Still on my knees, I slowly and hesitantly began to slide his underwear off. I never knew what a beautiful cock he had...I kissed it through his underwear before I let it spring out of his waistband. Off went his underwear, and I slowly licked his cock...then took it as far as I could in my mouth. His pre-cum was leaking everywhere and tasted so great! It was such a turn on. I could tell he was just about ready to cum in my mouth after just a few strokes. At that moment, I knew I didn't want him to cum in my mouth but I thought that perhaps that would prevent me from fucking this man on my wedding night, before my husband ever had a chance. But, he pulled out of my mouth and I knew we were going to fall on the bed. I figured my only shot at saying "no" to myself was if I was on top of him...I knew...I would slide my pussy on his cock without letting him penetrate me, he would get off in a hurry, and my marital fidelity would be technically still intact.
It's amazing what one thinks about in those moments...I thought how I did NOT want to be on my back because my husband can sense many things...and with my hair...you can tell...I get the "sex hair" look almost instantly....he can tell when I've been fucking. But I did tell him I was going to fuck other boys, that I knew other guys wanted to fuck the bride, that it turned me on and I was going to let them. Of course this was probably fantasy, but he did give me permission...and especially AJ....I would never forget that...how many times we came while fantasizing about me fucking AJ! He gave me permission! As I was going through this, I suddenly found myself not sitting on his tummy, but on top of him, on my knees and turning around just in time to watch our reflection in the mirror of the antique armoir to the side of us....as I lowered my pussy onto that beautiful cock! Obviously, Mr HW was home by now, and you've seen the grainy pictures from that stupid little camera. There is no way to relate how erotic, sexy and arousing this was. I ground on his pubic bone as he filled me completely....almost instantly I started cumming, making quite a bit of noise and I could tell he was filling my pussy with a huge load of cum at the same time. This was almost the hottest sexual moment I've ever had...to this day.
As we recovered a bit, I though I heard Mr HW come in the house and we both instantly went into panic mode. I slid off of him, his cock still erect, and as his cum was dripping down my thighs and ass, I grabbed my panties and put them on without even cleaning up. AJ threw his clothes on and said he'd take care of the situation with Mr HW, but hurry down. I threw on my lingerie as best as I could, but I knew my flushed face was going to be a dead give away to Mr HW that I had been fucking. My pussy and panties were soaked and I would have to do my best to avoid him seeing or feeling those panties. Lingerie on, I put my shoes on and moments after AJ had began talking with Mr HW I came down the stairs....doing my best to look unfucked! lol Mr HW seemed to take the excuse about being in lingerie at face value. He and AJ joked about slipping me out of my wedding dress on my wedding night, the aroma of sex etc. We nervously laughed, without a clue that Mr HW had seen it all...and had the pics to prove it! He wouldn't let me know for some years after that he had known all about it....and showed me the pics. That wouldn't be the only sex I had with a man other than my husband on our honeymoon....but that's a story for a different time. I feel like I should include some picture with this...but he's included plenty.
OK, I know you boys want to see what AJ was fucking. This photo is me from that same time. Bye the way..now I'm soaking wet!!
