A Wedding Night to Remember - Sex Stories

A Wedding Night to Remember

Marrying Matt was the best thing I could ever do! The wedding was a grand affair, everything was white. The champagne bubbled in the crystal glasses, while the cake was a tower of thirteen layers. The frosting was butter crème, my favorite. Looking at Matt, I was once more struck by how handsome he looked in his Tux. He met my gaze with his silver eyes and a whole smile lit his face as he waited for me to walk towards him. My knees grew weak at the sight of him just as moisture built between my thighs. Nothing could get me going like the fantasy playing in my head. He was naked on his knees, his head cradling my cunt as his tongue brought havoc to my dripping clit. Just the thought of him eating me out had a moan ready to burst from my lips. Swallowing it down for later, I put on my best smile as heat colored my cheeks; Matt’s grin grew as if he knew where my thoughts had gone. This was supposed to be a quick wedding with little celebration, and all because we could hardly wait to tear off each other’s clothing. After our vows were given, the celebrating began with toasts and cake, LOTS of cake. The partying quickly escalated as we began chucking frosting at one another and our steps became a little less sure. The bubbling drinks bringing us all together in pointless laughs. Smiling I looked around for my hubby, sadly I found no sign of him, for some reason that seemed to anger me. With a huff, I stalked over to the bar and ordered a straight shot of vodka. Throwing it back, ...

... it helped to push thought away as I noticed a very tall man over in the corner. For a quick-make bar, the stools were quite tall compared to the counter. Maybe that is how he caught my eye; it isn’t often you see someone tall enough to tower over the counter of a bar. Fuck the alcohol for screwing my senses up. Well I had to blame something for everything that was happening, and I didn’t want it to be me. Catching my gaze, which was more of a strong stare, my interesting stranger turned to meet my eyes and a wide grin lit his face. Instantly he looked familiar. Troubling was the fact that my fogged up brain wasn’t able to put two and two together, so I just stared at him dumbly. Even when he got up and came to stand over me, I still couldn’t take my eyes off him. Up close he was even more appealing than before. I hope it is just the alcohol talking, because I faintly remember being married, and the cold stone on my ring finger was quite a chilling reminder. Frowning slightly at my left hand, as if it offended me, I absently began to run my right hand over my curves, squeezing my breasts as I went. A sharp intake of breath brought me back to reality as I noticed his silver eyes staring at my chest. Looking down, I discovered for myself that I had pulled one of my perfectly shaped globes from the lacy front of my gown. Staring more intently at it, I focused my eyes on my lovely perfectly erect nipple. The lace ruffling the top rubbed against its rosy tip, sending icy electrical ...