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Month: September 2016

Pulling The Bridal Train

Mary sat looking into the large mirror that rose above the antique dressing table and smiled at her image in the glass. She looked stunning with her golden blonde hair flowing down out of the wispy wedding veil, framing her creamy white cheeks in an almost angelic halo. Her silky white wedding dress dipped down in the front revealing her milky cleavage and she felt her breasts rising as her breathing grew short. Her nipples, always sensitive, reacted to her thoughts and rose up creating dimples in the otherwise smooth cloth that barely covered her breasts. She smiled at the sight, enjoying the idea of all of her guests seeing her like this.

It was still two hours before her wedding would start. Two hours and she would become Mrs. Greg Stevens. Her hair was not yet done up into the hairstyle she had chosen and she still had to put her makeup on, but still she was beautiful. Her face glowed with the inner happiness of knowing that a wonderful life was ahead of her. Greg was a kind and gentle man, who took her as she was and didn’t wish to change her. He was handsome, successful and very good in bed. Best of all he enjoyed her sluttish nature as much as Mary herself did. Mary smiled at herself and her own thoughts, beaming with delight as she studied herself in the mirror.

“Radiant!” Becky, her long time friend and bridesmaid, said as she looked over Mary’s shoulder. “You are radiant.”

“Well I’m supposed to be, aren’t I? In two hours I’ll be Mrs. Stevens. Newly married and headed to Paris for my honeymoon.”

“Paris is tomorrow honey. You spend tonight at the Palace Hotel, in the bridal suite.”

“Yeah, and what a night it’s going to be too!” Mary smiled broadly, showing her perfect white teeth before she turned serious and looked at her friend. “Can you believe I am actually nervous? I thought it was the groom that was supposed to be sweating.”

“Maybe you need something to take your mind off of it for a while. Want me to arrange something for you?”

“Ooh, you nasty girl. What did you have in mind?” Mary grinned at her friend.

“Well, let me get rid of your mother first. I’m sure that whatever I can come up with she’ll not approve.” Mary’s mother was the one who had insisted on having the wedding in a church, performed by her minister. Mary’s lifestyle really didn’t mesh very well with the traditional religious views, but she had given in to her mother, mostly because fighting would be futile anyway.

“That would be a start. She has been driving me crazy today. Where is she now anyway?”

“The caterer arrived and she is down stairs making their life a living hell.” Becky laughed. “They will probably kiss me when I send her off on an errand. Now let’s see. What do we need that’s important enough to require her personal care?”

“Here, ” Mary said taking off one of her shoes and twisting the heel roughly finally breaking if from the shoe, “send her down to the bridal shop to get this fixed.”

Becky laughed and took the broken shoe. “Perfect, perfect. It’ll take them a while to fix it. She won’t be back until just before the wedding starts.”

Just then a knock sounded on the door to the dressing room. “Are you decent in there?” A deep baritone voice called through the closed door. Greg’s father had the most sensuous voice Mary had ever heard and she felt a tingle start between her legs just from hearing his voice.

“Yes, but you can come in anyway.” She called out causing Becky to playfully slap her shoulder as the door opened.

Carl Stevens was a little taller than his son Greg, but had the same rugged good looks and the same large hands. Mary could only imagine that his cock was as big and beautiful as his son’s. The thought brought her nipples back to full attention and she smiled as he entered the room.

“Hi Carl, what’s up?” Mary said, taking the time to let her eyes drift down over his muscled chest, past his trim waist and onto the bulge in the tuxedo pants that he was wearing.

“Just checking to see if everything is okay.” Carl said, smiling at his son’s fiance as he noted her checking him out. She was beautiful and if half of what Greg said about her was true, then Carl was looking forward to having her in the family.

Becky held up the shoe. “Actually I was just about to send Linda on an errand. Would you like to stay here and keep Mary company until I get back?”

“Sure, no problem at all.” Carl felt his cock twitch inside his pants at the thought of being alone with Mary, even for a few minutes. Nothing had ever happened between them, but the sexual tension had been there for a long time. He shook his head, how could he think that, it was his son’s wedding day! And here he was thinking about a quicky with the bride.

Mary noted the twitch in Carl’s pants and smiled broadly. She had wanted to have him since the first time Greg had taken her to meet his parents. The opportunity had never arisen, however, but now she thought he might just be the distraction she needed. As Becky slipped out of the room, closing the door behind her, Mary twisted in her chair, pulling her legs out from under the dressing table. Her wedding gown was long in the back, trailing back into a long formal train, but the front was cut short enough to reveal her knees and as she turned she purposefully spread her legs and pulled the dress up just a little hoping to give Carl a flash of panty. Carl saw her turn and saw her skirt ride up but from his standing position he could only see about four inches above her knees. He smiled at her and moved to sit down on a small folding chair in front of her, hoping to improve his view.
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Boys Night In

Iris really didn’t need an excuse. Having men within sight was usually enough, but a few drinks always helped. The way she danced so carefree to the music held her male audience spellbound. It really didn’t matter that they were the husbands of her closest friends, leggy blonde Cindy and tall, sultry Maria, and the fiancé of busty brunette Beth, a perky second grade teacher. The three girls were having their own night out at the male strip clubs. At least that’s what Cindy had told her. The guys would have to make due with some boring basketball game on TV. Iris wasn’t interested in watching guys strip, she told Cindy, even though she did enjoy the sight of naked men. Iris had something else in mind for that Saturday evening. She would just stop by Cindy’s house, where the guys were hanging out, and invite herself in, maybe have a few drinks, get the guys horny, and leave them hard as she walked out the door. No, she could never do that. She couldn’t leave a hard cock unrelieved.

It was February, but Iris arrived wearing a black skirt that just covered her tight little ass, with white, lacey, see-through panties beneath and no bra under her filled-out purple tube top. She was surprised to find there was no basketball game on TV as she had expected. Instead, the guys had planned their own party, a kind of Boys’ Night In. Her ring was answered by Charlie, Cindy’s big, muscular hunk of a husband, who welcomed Iris and showed her inside. Iris pretended she was there to meet Cindy to go to the club but obviously had missed them. “Well, you came to the right club, anyway,” Charlie laughed, leading the way down the stairs. They were all in the large rec room. There she found Mark, with a fresh crewcut, who was Maria’s husband. He was about 45, too old for the 22 year old Hispanic girl, but he was fit and tanned from their recent trip to the Caribbean. Iris also knew Tommy, Beth’s fiancé for almost a year now. He was in his thirties, but kept his hair long. She knew all of them from many gatherings in and around Cindy and Charlie’s hot tub.

Then she saw Randy, a buddy of Charlie, who had brought his Chinese girlfriend over to entertain them. He evidently wanted to show her off to his friends. When Iris arrived, she found the other lady there and was momentarily disappointed that she would not have the guys all to herself. Iris was also surprised to find Randy there because Iris had been dating him for a few months almost a year before. He would never press her for any kind of sex and she thought either he was a naïve geek who was too shy for her sexy body or he was gay. Now he was at this party with the sexy Chinese-American girl.

The party was in its early stage when she arrived, she saw, so Iris took the first drink offered to her and began to mingle as the stereo played. Soon she came to the Chinese girl, and they had some things in common, they discovered. One thing was that Randy was previously Iris’s boyfriend. They talked about him and laughed together, and as the music got louder, they began to groove to the beat and soon were actually dancing together as a couple. The men’s eyes were on them. Both girls were fully aware of the effect their routine was having on the four men watching them with hungry intensity.

Iris, the tall, slim redhead, and Mei-Wai, the petite, buxom Chinese girl, had already drunk more than they probably should have. They were feeling good as they danced together, aware of the appreciative glances from the men. The girls seemed to understand each other, had decided without uttering a word, what was going to happen next.

“Go, ladies, go,” called Charlie, and the other men responded with more encouragement. “Let’s make this a real show,” cried Randy. “These two gals are already putting on a great show,” shouted Mark. Charlie asked Iris and Mei-Wai if they wanted the shades lowered on the large picture windows that formed the three sides of the large recreation room, so things would be more private. “No reason to let the neighbors have a show,” he said.

Iris agreed readily. Intrigued, Mei-Wai was happy to follow her lead. The room was an extension of the hallway and was decked with a long bar and a big screen TV, a pool table and an awesome stereo system. Against the walls were wrap around sofa and loungers with ottomans. As the room darkened, Charlie turned on the party lights and then flicked the switch for the glitter ball hanging from the ceiling to begin turning, sending swirls of light everywhere as the girls stopped their dancing.
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