Our Big Day - Sex Stories

Our Big Day

... in what she had said and looked at her, mouth agape. He was about to say something else when Bruce asked. “You wanna dance hot stuff?”

“Actually,” he said, clearing his throat, “We haven’t had our first dance yet, so-”

“I’d love to!”

“Great!” Bruce said, sliding out of his leather jacket.

Hannah started getting to her feet, revealing her small but curvy body, elegantly displayed in a stylish wedding dress. “Uh Hannah, are you are you sure?” Kevin asked, watching as she hopped up onto the table, deftly threw her legs over the other side, and stood back up. “I mean ordinarily the first dance of the wedding would be with, you know, me.”

“It’s fine, sweetheart,” Hannah said, taking Bruce’s hand and letting him lead her towards the dance floor. “It’s a special occasion. I haven’t seen Bruce in ages! Just one song, really quick!”

As she spoke, over the rising murmur of voices, Bruce leaned over the DJ’s table and whispered something in the young man’s ear. The DJ seemed to consider, then shrugged and nodded. “We uh…we have a special request from, the bride’s… friend…” he said into his mic. “So…uhm, yeah here you go.”

Hannah placed her hands on Bruce’s shoulders and rested her head on his chest. Her body pressed against his and he slipped his hands around her waist, resting them just above the curve of her buttocks. Their hips pushed together, and Hannah giggled as she felt the familiar bulge on her thigh. The track dropped and the sultry sound of Marvin Gaye ...

... singing “Sexual Healing” began to play.

Kevin’s brow furrowed as he watched. Hannah and Bruce rocked back and forth, as his hands crept down and planted themselves on her butt. Bruce smirked. “When did you start wearing underwear, Miss Commando?”

Hannah laughed, “I didn’t really, just a thong for today. It’s my something blue." She giggled and sighed contentedly, closing her eyes.

“Mmm, hot. Hard for me to imagine you with panties on though.”

“Ha! I’ll bet! Though you probably have a hard time imagining me with any clothes on at all!” Bruce laughed heartily and grabbed her ass more firmly. In response, Hannah gyrated harder against him, rubbing the sweet spot of his jeans. Seeing this, Kevin finally stood up. He headed towards the pair, not going over the table as his wife had thought, instead opting to head the long away around. All the faces he passed were turned to watch as his new bride dry-humped her ex on the dance floor a few yards away. Taking a few steps forward, he cleared his throat.

“Ahem.”

The dancing couple ignored this. He took another step forward and leaned in a bit, looking directly at Hannah. “Ahem!”

She opened her eyes and smiled at him. “Oh, hi hon, what’s up?”

“Well…I think it’s great you and your friend are catching up, but um…maybe we could keep going with our wedding reception now?”

“Aw, honey,” Hannah said in a pouty voice. “Really? I - whoa!” As she spoke, Bruce dipped her all the way to the floor and then swept her back up. ...