A Wedding Night to Remember - Sex Stories

A Wedding Night to Remember

... shivers straight to my begging heat. Since I was now aroused and extremely horny, someone had to help me get off, and since my hubby wasn’t present, well… it was his fault. With a flick of my arm, I wrapped my fingers around this very convenient, gentleman’s wrists and brought them up to my breasts. The exposed one felt the calloused heat of skin as the man’s nicely placed fingers groped what I had to offer. Not so gentlemanly after all, my blood began to heat as my petals began to weep. Wanting to do some damage of my own, my fingers wandered to the band of his pants, only to slip past and grasp the lovely bulge behind the briefs he wore. Hoping no one was paying us much mind, I began rubbing the fabric over his searing heat. Shivers rolled over my body as tingling pleasure assaulted my nerves. Wishing to go farther, I retracted my hands only to modestly fix myself up before grabbing his wrists and leading him into a nearby church office. Closing the door behind me, I scanned the room for something to block the wood door. Sadly at church, most doors don’t have locks. My eyes fell upon a nice oak chair, one of the old, four-legged ones, which I quickly shoved under the handle. My determination at privacy had my partner laughing at my ridicules measures. Wanting to put him off balance, I quickly unzipped my white gown. It tumbled to the floor in a pile of silks, exposing all my creamy skin as gravity pulled it down. I stood nude before this pretty stranger; allowing him to ...

... fill is gaze with what I offered. His hitched breath and uneven, labored breathing let me know that he was enjoying the sight of me greatly. Stepping toward him, I instantly had my hands running all over his clothing, working to undo the complex tying of his tux. The fact that he was wearing a tux at all should have warned me about his identity. Only our small wedding party was dressed so fancy. Contrary to my intelligence, my fogged up brain was unable to deduce that. And considering that our small party was made up of friends and family, I really should have paid attention to all the details; but as for his identity, I wouldn’t find that out until later. With shocking success I was capable of tearing the confining clothing from his body. Once he stood naked before me, I allowed my eyes to drift over his perfect sculpture. His whole body was tan, not like from a tanning bed, but from the sun, and I mean whole body. He was also a man well endowed; he stood at an impressive nine inches with a thickness that had me worrying. Not being innocent meant that my worrying counted for something. Even my husband wasn’t this big. A nervous laughter was bubbling up inside, swallowing it down I licked my lips as a curiosity of desire filled me. I wanted to feel stretched by such a magnificent rod. Gushing between the legs now, I decided to waste no more time on fantasy and went about melding our flesh together. I was going to have an amazing wedding night and too bad for my husband for ...