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 with an unlimited
pick of women, I 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. 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! Oh how 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 I 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 o 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 as my WIFE for the first time. 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. "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..." "Shh! Quiet! I'm married, damn it! 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, but didn't move. "Say it" She
hesitated. He 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." "Then why did you send me an invitation?" Michelle turned her head
away. She bit her lip. Pete began stroking her hair with his right hand, and
caressing her breast with his left. He pressed his right leg in between hers.
"You want me, don't you?" Pete said smiling. "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. "You never forgot me, did you?" She shook her head. "Fuck
me." She nodded. 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 till streaming. Pete lifted the dress over her
head, and began kissing the garter. He slid his tongue underneath and around it.
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 slid the
garter the rest of the way. As it reached its apex, he pulled out from her
dress. His hand moved over, and began rubbing her cunt. 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 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. Here 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. 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. "Do
it. Do it!" She breathed. "You want me to fuck you?" "Yes, just do it!" Pete
stepped back, and dropped his pants. As preparation, he wore no underwear. "Oh
God!" Michelle noticed his roughly 9 inch cock. Pete pressed his cock against
her panties, against the indentation of her cunt. "Do it!" She cried again. Her
tears were stronger now. Pete smiled. "No. Undo your panties." "What? No. Just
do it!" she wailed. Somehow, if HE fucked her, it wouldn't be as bad. "Undo your
panties." She hesitated, and again bit her lip. Pete pressed his cock harder.
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. One last chance to fuck Pete. 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. 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. 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. "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 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. 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 always. 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. No garter... 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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