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 Pete was a gorgeous guy who had his pick of women. I fact, he
usually picked more than one of them. This may not seem like a problem to
some, but I'm sure his wife wouldn't have been to happy to find out. As for
me, I was more limited in opportunities. But I knew I would never have to
worry about 'picking' again was I was soon to have my own wife.
Her name was Michelle, and even if I had an unlimited pick of
women, I still would have chose her. She was beautiful, soft, and sexy. I
wondered how I had landed a girl whose medium-length blonde hair
glowed in the sun, whose face captivated the eyes of every man who beheld
it, whose breasts turned heads with their side-to-side bobbing as she
walked. They were noticeably large for her petite frame, and totally natural!
She was incredible, and soon to be my wife.
Michelle had told me something of Pete, and the only time they had
ever met. It was at a party, and Michelle told me she knew the instant she
saw him she was going to fuck him. (This was when we first met, before
we started dating. I don't think I could have handled this after I fell in love
with her.)
"I wasn't the prettiest girl there." she had explained to me. "So I
knew I would have to be the most aggressive." I don't think any man could
resist her aggression.
Michelle continued. "I went into the bathroom, and was going to tell
Carry (her best friend) about him. Her first words were 'Oh my God! Did
you see that babe!' My answer was 'Hell Yes! I want to fuck him!" Carry
smiled at me and told me she saw him looking at me, or more specifically,
my breasts."
At this point, I too looked at her tits. She caught me. "It's Ok. I know
I have large breasts. Anyway, in the bathroom I undid the top buttons on
my blouse, to show off some cleavage. I had to redo the last one because
my bra was showing. Carry stopped me. 'Take off the bra, Michelle.' I
paused, then agreed. I was sooo excited I might have gone out there topless.
I took off my shirt and bra, noticed Carry staring at my chest jealously, then
put my shirt back on. I only buttoned just more than half of the buttons. I
practiced my leans, knowing what move would hide my assets, what moves
would create cleavage down past my breasts, and what lean-overs would
grant Pete a perfect view of my breasts, nipples and all. I then went to
conquer."
She went on. "I don't think Pete looked at another girl the rest of the
night. Then again, he didn't look at MY face much, either. We played cards
with some other people, and slowly the crowd dissipated. Soon we were
playing Blackjack, just the two of us. We were playing for fun, but I knew
every time I leaned over the table to pick up the cards, he was having some
EXTRA fun. I started losing, badly. He joked about needing someone good
to play with. I offered to raise the stakes. He asked how. I said, name his
stakes. He smiled, looked directly at my rather uncovered breasts, and said,
'They've been staring at me all night long.' Then he looked at me. 'If you
lose... I get to feel your breasts. If you don't accept my stakes, I'll find
someone else to play with.' I agreed."
I listened to her tell me the story, my swelling cock telling me how I
could arrange such a game! Michelle continued. "He dealt me a 10. I said
'Hit." He dealt me a 4. I said 'Hit." He dealt me a 6. I said 'Hit.' He dealt
me a queen. I said 'Feel.' I ran my fingers down my breasts, ready to open
my blouse for him. The someone popped in the room and said, 'Pete, your
wife is on the phone.' He looked very disappointed! So did I. So DID I! I
was gone before he came back."
That's where the story ended. I had forgotten about it quickly as I fell
deeply in love with Michelle. Her breasts were well worth Pete's attention,
and I saw to it they didn't go neglected. But she was so much more than her
tits. She was funny, intelligent, and god, I loved her. I never thought about
Pete again, until two days before our wedding night. He had called
Michelle, and asked her for sex. He said He was sorry, and that he was now
divorced. He wanted to fuck her so bad that night and he couldn't bear the
thought of her getting married without sucking her awesome titties and
feeling his cock in her warm wet cunt (his exact words.) Naturally, I was
pissed! But Michelle calmed me by saying she told him NO! flat out. Since
we were moving after the wedding, I figured we wouldn't hear from him
again.
The wedding day came, and I was in heaven. Michelle was
absolutely radiant. Her gown was stunning, right down to the little peek of
cleavage. The day whizzed by in a blur, the only things I remembered were
saying "I do.", kissing her deeply, and whispering into her ear, "You are my
life." I didn't notice the faces around us, or the trip in the limo, or the
reception dinner. I just thought about Michelle, how much I loved her, and
how I was going to make love to her for the first time as her husband. I
didn't notice the DJ, didn't notice the dancing, didn't notice Michelle
leaving our table with an extremely attractive man...
Michelle stood in the hallway, attempting to fend off the mans hands.
"I can't. I CAN'T! I'm married now!"
"God, oh god I want to fuck you!"
"Pete, it's not going to happen!"
"I want to rip that dress off of you. All I can see is your naked body
in my mind..." He reached for her face, Michelle turned his hand away.
"Shh! Quiet! I'm just got married, for heaven's sake! Don't let
people hear you say things like that!"
"Fine!" Pete took her by the arm and led her into one of the church's
rooms that was currently unused. He took her by the hands inside, where
she leaned against a desk.
"I want you Michelle. I know you want me, too. You were flashing
me your tits that entire god damned night! You were going to fuck me that
night, and you know it!"
"That was then Pete! That's ancient history!"
"Say it, say you were going to fuck me!"
"Pete!"
Pete leaned closer, and moved his hand to her right breast. Michelle
flinched, and pushed it away.
"Say it"
She hesitated. She looked at his rugged face, his dark skin, and his
piercing blue eyes. She had held her breath without realizing it. Her eyes
looked down. "I was going to fuck you."
He pressed against her, twirling his finger over the smooth curve of
her dress. "Then fuck me now, let me touch you, taste you, fill you."
"No. It can't happen. I don't want it to happen." She continued to
push away his hand.
Pete smiled. "Then why did you send me an invitation?" Her hands
stopped. His didn't.
Michelle turned her head away. "I thought I took that out..." She bit
her lip as Pete began stroking her hair with his right hand, and caressing her
breast with his left. He pressed his right leg in between hers. She gasped as
excitement spread through her from the contact. She had a hundred ways to
say no to him --a hundred ways she had created since the moment she said
"Yes, I'll marry you." to her husband. But as he teased her cleavage and her
nipples hardened, she forgot everyone of them. Her husband. She did love
him, or at least she thought she did. She sensed he was always afraid of
Pete. He was so scared and mad the night Pete called. He would be
devastated if he found out she was alone with him now. Here eyes welled
up as she knew what was going to happen.
"You never forgot me, did you?"
She shook her head.
"You want me, don't you?" Pete said smugly. Michelle jerked away.
"It's ok. It's Ok.." he cooed. "You want me..."
Michelle turned her head back to face him. Tears were streaming
down her eyes.
She nodded.
Pete's eyes were fixed on hers. "Fuck me."
She nodded again.
Pete leaned her against the desk, then went to his knees. His hands
found their way under the wedding dress, and worked up her legs. Michelle
tilted her head back, her eyes still streaming. What kind of a wife was she?
Pete lifted the dress over her head, and began kissing the garter. He slid his
tongue underneath and around it, dampening both the fabric and her soft
flesh. He clenched it with his teeth, pulling it upward. He moved it up her
thigh, pausing to kiss the soft flesh. Michele began to moan softly, she
wiped away her tears, and placed her arms on Pete's shoulders. Pete used
his hand to slide the garter the rest of the way. As it reached its apex, he
pulled his head out from her dress. His hand moved over, and began
rubbing her cunt.
"Oh Pete..." Michelle arched her back.
His other free hand pulled the dress up. Michele leaned back onto the
desk, her dress now above her waist. Her panties were now visible, as was
Pete's hand pressing into the indentation of her cunt. The panties were
simply a piece of white, shimmering silk connected by thin silky strands
that tied at her hips.
"Uhhhh." Michele moaned as his fingers pressed her clit through the
silk. "UHHH!" he pressed harder. He kissed the folds of the fabric as he
slid the garter down her leg. She winced as she watched him casually
throw it away, knowing full well her husband was supposed to do that. He
then reached behind her, seeking the zipper of her dress. Michelle leaned
forward, pressing her breasts into him. She sought a kiss, but his head went
past her. She sucked on his ear instead. Pete found the zipper, and pulled it
down. Michelle pulled back, and wiggled her arms from the sleeves as Pete
pulled the fabric down. Her breasts bared themselves in one glorious
movement. Her dress was now completely around her waist, her tits still
jiggling from the motion, her cunt-soaked panties and length of her legs still
visible.
"Oh my. Look at your tits." He seemed awestruck. "You don't know
how many times I've dreamt about those!"
Pete took what her could of her breasts into his hands. They seemed
even larger in the nude. He watched the shape change as he kneaded them.
He massaged them, caressed them, and sucked them as Michele's eyes still
wept. Her cries were mixed with moans. Pete pinched and nibbled her erect
nipples as he slightly humped her.
Pete stepped back, and dropped his pants. As preparation, he wore no
underwear. "Oh God!" Michelle noticed his roughly 9 inch cock.
"Lay down." He ordered.
Michelle laid onto the desk. Pete climbed on top of her, stroking his
cock. He pressed the tip against her left nipple, and around the soft round
flesh. He came to rest between her breasts Michelle trembled as she
recognized his wish as being one of her husbands. She cupped her breasts
as best she could, and pressed them together.
Pete moved his cock slowly between her breasts. "Ohh Ohh." he
moaned with each movement. Michelle looked down his muscular form,
loving every inch of him. He has huge pecs, and a ripped stomach. His
biceps glistened in forming sweat. And his sweet face, wrought with
pleasure. Her excitement began to build as she watched his humping body
and felt his hot dick smoothly wedge between her breasts.
Pete slid his torso up, bringing his cock to her mouth.
She paused a moment. Until now, Pete had made the moves. Pete
was the aggressor. If she took his penis into her mouth, it would be her first
full betrayal of her husband. She couldn't do it. She closed her mouth and
pulled herself up.
Pete seemed unconcerned, despite the rejection. He looked into her
eyes, and started to finger her cunt. He pressed as deeply as the fabric
would go, wriggling his finger and sending waves of pleasure through her.
They never broke eye contact as he played with her folds.
"Hmm. Hmmm."
Pete moved his hand away, and grabbed his cock. Michelle's eyes
grew lustful, wanting more. He pressed the tip of his penis against her cunt,
moving it up and down slowly.
"Do it. Do it!" She breathed.
"Say you want me."
"I want you!" her hips were bucking.
"Ask me to fuck you."
"Fuck me, please fuck me!" she rubbed her breasts, awaiting him.
"Say you want to fuck me, not your husband."
Michelle froze. She .. she... her eyes began to tear again. Could she
say that? Could she insult her husband so?
"Do you want me to fuck you?" Pete grew impatient.
"Yes, just do it!" Michelle leaned back, waiting for him to move.
Pete pressed his cock against her panties, against the indentation of
her cunt. "I think you want your husband."
"Do it!" She cried again. Her tears were stronger now.
"You want your husband..." Pete pulled back.
Michelle choked down a sob. Why was he being this way? Why did
he have to make her say it. Her body tingled for his touch. Her cunt ached
for his long hard shaft. Couldn't he just rip off her panties and fuck her?
Couldn't he just do it?
"Just fuck me! Do it!" she screamed!
Pete smiled, still waiting his conquest. "No. Undo your panties."
"What? No. Just do it!" she wailed. She wanted him to undress her.
She wanted HIM to do the fucking.
"Undo your panties, or I'm out of here and that's it."
She hesitated, and again bit her lip. Pete pressed his cock harder
against her cunt. Michele flat out started balling. The tears poured down her
face as she debated the situation. Once last chance to stop. One last chance
to honor her husband and their marriage. She could stop now. She had
cheated, she couldn't deny it. But she hadn't initiated it. But ...it was one
last chance to fuck Pete. Her eyes were red from tears. So much love, yet so
much lust. Pete's eyes were locked on her. Those eyes...
She wept as her hands went to her waist, and untied the straps. She
lifted the silk from her cunt, and let it drop to the floor. Pete pressed his
cock against her bare opening.
"Do it!" She cried.
Pete took her hand, and placed it on his penis. "You do it."
"Oh God!" She closed her eyes. The tears still crept out as Pete
grinned broadly. He had won. She was his. She couldn't fight. No more
resistance could enter her mind. She moved her hand to the base of his
cock, and at once tugged it down and moved her hips upward.
"Ohh yeah!" Pete breathed. "Again"
Michelle repeated the procedure. "Ohhh!" replaced her cry.
Pete took over, and began pounding her cunt ferociously. They
moaned loudly together as he , still dressed in his tux minus the pants,
rammed his cock into her still wedding-clothed body. Her breasts bounced
with each thrust. He held her at the waist, and drove his penis into her with
force and speed.
"Oooh! OOOOH!" Michelle moaned.
Pete continued pumping. He was fucking a new bride, and he loved
it. His cock pulsed with the sight of her breasts bouncing over the lace of
her wedding dress. He loved her tears. The tears that let him know he beat
her man. He pulled out of Michelle, and slide her off the desk. He forced
her to her knees, and again moved his cock to her mouth.
Michelle opened, and took it in. She sucked slightly, but not enough
to Pete's liking. He tugged her hair, and she began blowing him
passionately. The sucking, slurping sounds drove him to ecstasy. Her tender
lips, her circling tongue...
The door opened.
Both of them looked towards the opening. A little boy stood in the
doorway.
"Oh No! Oh no! Stop! Stop Pete!"
"No way!" Pete's body continued to pulse into her mouth. Michelle
pulled back.
"Stop! He's watching!"
"So what? he doesn't understand!" he pushed her to the floor, and
mounted her. He again began pounding her cunt with his thrusts.
"I'm fucking you. I'm FUCKING you!" His penis continued to slide
in and out of her, glistening with her juice.
Michelle continued to moan, and couldn't bring herself to stop either.
She should have wondered who the boy was. Would he tell? But all she
could think of was Pete's cock in her cunt, filling and satisfying her. She
grabbed his waist, drawing him in her. She knew she was going to fuck
him. She had always wished she had stayed that night. He was SO hot!
Whether he had a wife or not, she had to fuck him. Whether she was a wife
or not, she had to fuck him.
As his body flinched and his penis released its semen, she knew she
had.
"Oh Michelle, you beautiful bride..."
They humped a little more. The boy was still watching.
She pulled Pete close, trying to kiss him. But he moved his mouth to
her left nipple. She wanted an orgasm. She fucked him, and now had his
cum dripping from her cunt. She deserved an orgasm!
Pete stepped back. "I think I here them paging you!"
"Oh shit!" Michelle sat up, hurriedly pulling her dress down. "Zip me
up!"
Pete zipped her up, and she quickly ran out of the room.
I watched my bride come from the hallway. She seemed hurried, but
I wondered little of where she was. It was time for the garter toss. I smiled
as I planned to sneak that thing up to her crotch. She let me pick out the
wedding night panties. I wanted a preview!
Michelle seemed dazed as the DJ pulled out a chair and sat her in it.
The music started, and she seemed really nervous! She must have thought I
would really embarrass her!
"Let's not do this now!" She whispered to me as I kissed her.
"It will be ok." I said, and went to the floor.
I lifted up her dress, enough to show on camera, but not to reveal too
much. Wait... where's the garter?
I had hiked the dress up quite-aways. No garter. I looked towards
Michelle, but the dress blocked my view of her face. I lowered it some,
realizing she must have it 'too high' for the world to see. The light was dim,
but I could clearly see her thigh under the fabric. I moved my head up. Still
No garter... and...
No panties.
Confusion set in. Then horror. There, dripping from her precious,
beautiful, tight, wonderful cunt... was cum.
Cum. It could only be cum... it could only be sperm. I pulled my head
instantly out of her dress and looked at her. She was crying.
"Where's the garter?' someone yelled.
I looked around in a panic. I saw a little boy hold up the garter.
"Here it is! There was a man on her and they were naked."
A hush fell over the guests. The boy held out his other hand. "Do you
need these, too?"
Her panties.
I could see how wet they were from here. Gasps and whispers rose
from the crowd.
Michelle buried her face in her hands, sobbing.
I stood up, looked at no one, and walked to the guest book. No one
said a word as I flipped through the pages. No one said a word as I left the
church.
If there is one image burnt in my memory besides my wife's cum-
dripping pussy, it is the last page I saw that night. The page that bore the
name Pete.
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