A Wedding Night to Remember - Sex Stories

A Wedding Night to Remember

... missing it. Running my hands over my partner’s firm, tight flesh I allowed passion to unfold. My body grew hot and wet with need. Pants filled the room as our bodies slithered together. His grown heat rubbing over my clit as he lifted me up, wanting to accommodate, I wrapped my legs around his waist. Having me where he wanted, he began rubbing himself against my wet petals, brushing against my swollen nub as he had me withering with pleasure. Within minutes I was close to shattering in the throes of orgasms. Not wanting to hit heaven alone, I slammed down onto his ridged pole. Burning pleasure hit me as I slid down onto his complete length. A small moan escaped me as my world exploded in a ray of colors. A grunt of reply, my partner fell over the edge as I gulped at him with my heated, wet walls. Together, collapsed in a tangle, we worked to steady our breathing. His eyes looked down at me as our lips meshed together and our tongues began to dance. Within moments we were all worked up again, wanting to have more of the flavoring we merely tasted recently. Yet, just as he began moving his hips into me, there was a banging at the door as well as desperate shouts. Recognizing my husband’s voice, I figured my time with this stranger was over. Gradually he rolled onto his back, giving me the ability to get up and walk over to my dress. Donning it, I waited for him to get behind the desk as I began wiggling the chair from under the door handle. Opening the door, I came face to ...

... face with my husband’s flushed face. “I’m so sorry! I don’t know what came over me. She was really pretty looking and offering me everything she had, and…” My husband began his little spiel but stopped when his face turned cherry and the fabric of his pants began to tent all from the reminder of his previous fucking. “I’m sorry.” I wanted to laugh at what had transpired, but if he was coming out about it, I might as well too. Crooking a finger behind my back, I beckoned my lover over. He got up behind the desk, shockingly dressed once more. It just showed how much talent he had. Stepping forward, he decided he would do the talking, which was fine by me. “Well brother, you are one lucky man who happened to have forgot that. But that’s okay, because thanks to you, I got a taste of such a beautiful woman. Warning though, next time you leave her, I won’t hesitate to take her from you.” Well I thought he should handle the talking until I heard what he said. “Brother? You’re saying I screwed my husband’s brother. Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?” I went on a rampage. I should have asked for his name first. Now my guilt increased. It was one thing to fuck a random party guest, it was quite another to fuck the brother of the man you just married. It was my turn to have a heated face, but when I caught the look in my husband’s eyes, I nearly started laughing. He wasn’t angry in the least. In fact, I think the idea of his brother and I together had turned him on. Seeing my notice, he ...