Our Big Day - Sex Stories

Our Big Day

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Kevin threw up his hands in disgust. He watched, sulking as more and more guests filed passed him, muttering things like “congrats” and “beautiful ceremony” as they went. Those still sitting were all craning their necks to watch as Bruce whipped Hannah around and started kissing the nape of her neck. She held him tight, her nails dragging against the cloth of his shirt.

“Hey! HEY! HELLOO!” Kevin leaned in close enough to smell the sweat of the pair as he shouted at them.

“Mmmm, Honey, Sshh! Don’t embarrass me, in front of Bruce, and mmm, our guests!” Hannah said though she didn’t sound too concerned. “Not on, mmm, our big… day! Oh!” She started pulling his shirt out of his jeans and sliding her hands underneath it. The song ended and now the sounds of wet kisses and heavy breathing were loud enough to be heard over the handful of remaining guests.

“This is ridiculous! Hannah, can you please ju-?!”

“Hey bud, can you hold this for me?” Bruce asked, shoving his shirt into Kevin’s chest. Kevin blinked as he reflexively took it into his hands, rocking back on his feet. He stared at the well-muscled, shirtless man whose back and arms were adorned with tattoos, seeming to try and merge into his new wife’s body as she dry-humped against him.

“Honey, why don’t you mingle while Bruce and I catch up?” Hannah asked, her voice catching as her hands explored her ex’s bare chest. Finally, she slipped her hand behind Bruce’s head and pulled him towards her. Their ...

... lips collided and she sprung up, wrapping her legs around his waist. He held her tight and started walking, carrying her with ease and she squealed with delight.

Kevin’s eyes bulged as the hulking, shirtless man carried his wife across the floor and sat her on the edge of the table where his and her families had been seated. Dishes, glasses, and silverware clattered as she landed, still covering Bruce’s lips and neck with kisses as she did. The astonished relatives pushed back abruptly, their chairs scraping on the floor. He slid his hands into the cleavage of her wedding dress and pulled.

“You are one sexy bitch!” He muttered between kisses. There was a sound of fabric ripping as her dress tore, exposing her bare, pale tits, heaving with her breaths, perfectly pink nipples standing at full attention. She writhed and wiggled, letting the dress pull apart down to her navel.

“Mmm! Huh! Huh!” she cooed as it fell off her shoulders.

“Okay!” Kevin exclaimed, “I really think it’s time for Bruce to go now!” His voice had a giddy quality of desperation and incredulity as he began frantically tapping Bruce’s shoulder. Naturally, this was ignored. Instead, Bruce wrapped his lips around Hannah’s areola as she began to unbuckle his belt. He started kissing her neck. Hannah looked at Kevin over Bruce's shoulder and smiled evenly.

“Hmmm, hehehe! Mmm, don’t be rude! Bruce is my guest, Kevin!” As she spoke, Bruce’s pants fell down around his ankles, revealing plain black boxer ...