Our Big Day - Sex Stories

Our Big Day

... “Hehehe, hmmm. You know I love dancing.”

“Well, we could maybe have our dance…”

The music faded to a stop.

“One sec,” Bruce said and started back towards the DJ. As he did his hand collided with Hannah’s ass with an audible smack. She squealed in surprised delight and watched him go.

A flummoxed Kevin watched him go then looked back to Hannah. She smiled after him. “Hannah…what are you doing?”

She looked at him quizzically “What do you mean?”

“Just, you…he… all the touching and the grinding and the sex talk, it just is all a little strange honey!”

She just smiled and rolled her eyes. “Oh Kev, really, it’s just his way. He’s a touchy-feely guy. It’s nothing! I swear! Just one more song, and then back to our big day, ok?” She gave his nose a playful kiss.

“Well…”

Before he got another word out the booming sound of music filled the room.

“THERE’S SOME WHORES IN THIS HOUSE! THERES SOME WHORES IN THIS HOUSE…!”

Hannah’s face broke into a delighted grin, oblivious to the shocked gasps that accompanied Cardi B. “Ooooh, this is my JAM!”

“It always makes me think of you,” Bruce said, starting to shuffle his way back across the dance floor. Behind him, the DJ was slipping a 50-dollar bill into his wallet. He grabbed Hannah by the waist, and she began to grind against him. She turned and pressed her ass on his crotch. He held one hand against her hip, as the other slipped up and grabbed hold of her breast.

“Mmm!” She grunted, moving herself on ...

... him. Her cheeks were bright red and sweat beaded on her brow. Her eyes closed and she breathed deeper, smiling. A few scandalized guests began to get up to leave in a huff. Others stared in lurid fascination. Kevin swallowed hard and bit his lip.

“OK!” Kevin exclaimed, laughing nervously and clapping his hands together. “That’s enough dancing I think!”

“Hmmm-oh, Hon, just, hehe, a little more? Huh, huh, mmm, you know how much I love dancing and I never get a chance to anymore! And I haven’t seen, mmmm, Bruce in ages!” She said, panting. She managed to press even closer to Bruce as she wrapped a hand around his neck. Kevin could see her nipples poking against the fabric of her dress.

“I really think-”

“C’mon, chief, be a good sport!” Bruce said, with distracted good cheer before burying his face in Hannah’s neck. “Hmmm, this nasty little slut has been good too long, you need this don’t you baby?” He gave her ass a slap.

“Mmm! Fuck yeah, I do!” She said blissfully.

“HANNAH?!” Kevin said, his mouth opened in shock.

She opened her eyes and smiled at him “Mmm?”

“Your ex just called you a slut and slapped your ass! Now are you gonna knock it off?!”

Hannah just giggled and rolled her eyes. “I know! Hehe! Sweetie, it’s just his way! Really, he doesn’t mean anything by it!”

“Besides, she is a nasty little slut, aren’t you, baby?” Bruce said into Hannah’s ear, before grabbing a fist full of her pixie cut hair and pulling firmly.

She inhaled sharply, “Yes ...