Pete was a gorgeous guy who had his pick of women. In
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 long red 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 noticably 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
everytime 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 wizzed 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 heavan'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 excitment
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 hadn away, and grabbed his cock.
Michelle's eyes gre 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
lsut. 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 resistence 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 slighty,
but not enough to Pete's liking. He tugged her hair, and she
began blowing him passionately. The sucking, slurping sounds
drove him to ecstacy. 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 herv
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, hurredly 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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