Here Cums The Bride Sex Stories E-Book

Caroline Parker

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Seitenzahl: 120

Beschreibung

There is no day in life where a woman is prettier than at her wedding. That's why many men want to fuck the bride. And sometimes these dreams come true. Weddings can often be boring. But not in my stories. Here is the sex not too short. Sometimes the bride has sex with other men or it comes after the wedding to a group sex party. Everything is possible as long as it has to do with sex. Here comes the bride. And other women are also coming to climax. Content: Sex and Erotic | Erotica XXX Shorts | Forbidden Sex | Erotic Fiction | Sex Stories

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Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Cheating Before Wedding

"We'll be back!" my bridesmaid's said as they scurried from the room. I could hear them giggling all the way down the stairs. They left on a mission to find a bottle of liquor.

It was thirty minutes before the big event. I was nervously pacing the floor in one of the two small rooms upstairs at the Inn. Soon I would be called downstairs and out into the lawn where my handsome groom waited for me. I would marry my fiancé - the love of my life.

I was alone, save for Lilly, my maid of honour who was in the room across the hall. She was having another "crisis" with her boyfriend. I could hear her shouting into her cell phone through the thin wall.

I peered out the window. There were over a hundred guests. Most of them had already been seated in one of the rows of white folding chairs on the lawn. I could see the minister and 4 handsome gentlemen in black tuxedos standing up at the front of the crowd. I couldn't ask for a more beautiful sunny day to get married.

My fiancé, Oliver, was a successful business man. I had met him on a cruise in the Bahamas eight months ago. He was a handsome man, if a little dull. Our love life too was unremarkable but he was kind however and I loved him.

I stepped away from the window and looked at myself in the tall mirror again. I admired my beautiful wedding dress. It was pure white, with hundreds of tiny sequins and trimmed with delicate lace. I pulled my veil down over my face and admired myself through the mesh fabric.

The front of the dress was cut low enough to show off my ample cleavage, yet remained tasteful enough to be worn in church. It wasn't easy to find a dress to fit a thin yet "top heavy" woman like myself and it took a lot of alterations to make it work. I think my favourite piece however was probably the lace gloves. I stood there adjusting the dress and pushing up my breasts when suddenly there was a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" I asked turning around.

The door opened and to my surprise in walked my ex-boyfriend, Tim. "My God," he said with a smile, "Sara, you look breath-taking!"

My heart began to beat faster. Tim was a last minute addition to the guest list. Our short love-affair had been so powerful, I had decided not to invite him even though we were still friends. It was only at my fiancé's insistence that we send him an invitation.

"Hi, Tim," I replied uncomfortably. "You look quite handsome yourself in your tux." I looked him up and down again. Just the sight of him was beginning to stir up feelings that I really didn't need right now.

Tim closed the door. He crossed the floor and put his hands on my shoulders. "I couldn't have imagined how beautiful you would look until I saw you just now." Tim continued to run his eyes all over me.

"Tim, you're sweet, but you can't be in here," I said, flipping the Vail up and off my face. "Nonsense!" Tim replied. "I have every right to see what I'm missing. Every man in the place will be watching you tonight. You're going to break a lot of hearts!"

I could see right through Tim's flattery. He was a smooth talker. Even so, I got a warm feeling as he spoke. "You already know what you're missing, Tim," I said. I then said something I would immediately regret. I added "You've seen me naked like a hundred times, remember?"

How could I say that? Why would I open the door for him like that? I began to blush. Tim smiled a crooked smile. "A thousand times," he said, "but who's counting." "OK, I'm officially embarrassed now!" I said with a smile. "But you should go."

"Of course. But first let me give the bride a hug," Tim said stretching his arms out. I paused for a moment, then gave a sigh and stepped into his arms. Tim wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. I rested my face against his shoulder. I would certainly miss our intimacy, but I knew in my heart I was making the right decision.

I lifted my head. We looked into each other's eyes. My heart was pounding. Through the thick folds of material that made up my wedding dress I could feel Tim's cock begin to inflate. Tim put his hand against my cheek. I stepped, breaking our embrace. I took his hands in mine.

"I'll always have feelings for you, Tim," I said, "but right now you have to leave. I can't get caught talking with my ex-boyfriend before my wedding."

"I understand," he said. He looked me up and down again. "Before I go, do me one small favour."

I shot him a dirty look but before I could say anything, he spoke. "I've always wondered what a bride wears under her dress." His words hung in the air. My eyes grew wide. "Excuse me?" I exclaimed. "Show me, Sara, and I'll leave. My curiosity will be satisfied," he said. Tim always had his nerve. It almost surprised me that he wanted one last look at me.

"Are you crazy?" I said in a hushed tone. "My mother could walk in any second! Or my mother IN LAW!" I pointed my finger to the floor indicating that at any time, someone could climb the stairs and enter unannounced into the room. "Plus," I added, "You've had your chance. It's over between us."

"Please Sara," Tim said, "Let me see what another man will be enjoying tonight."

My breathing quickened. I pictured Tim on his knees sliding his hands up my legs. I imagined his hands reaching mid-thigh where my stockings ended and bare flesh began. I imagined his hands sliding behind me and gently caressing my bare ass.

"Absolutely not!" I told him. But Tim didn't move. He stood there smiling and pretended to pout. A moment passed. The room was silent. I listened for any footsteps on the old wooden stairs. I could still hear my maid of honour of the phone in the room across the hall. I could feel my face getting red.

"Come on, Sara," Tim persisted, "for old time's sake. Let me have one last look at those sexy legs."

I told myself that it was alright. I told myself that he had already seen me naked in every conceivable sexual position, and that showing him my legs or even panties was not a big deal. I took a deep breath.

"Will you leave immediately after?" I asked. Tim nodded in agreement. "Sit," I said, motioning to the only chair in the room. "You will NOT touch me."

Tim wasted no time in sitting on the creaky wooden chair beside the desk. I tried to forget that in twenty-five minutes I was about to be married to another man, and that what I was about to do was very wrong.

I walked up to him and stood there. I gave a heavy sigh as if to say that he was such a bother. I looked him in the eye. "This is the last time," I said. Tim grinned. "I can't believe I'm doing this," I said under my breath. Then, slowly I bent in half and took hold of the bottom of my wedding gown. I gathered it up in folds and carefully stood up. Inch by inch I exposed my long stocking-clad legs. I stopped at mid-thigh where my stockings ended.

"There you go. So do you like my stockings?" I asked Tim. I could tell by the look on his face that he was trying very hard not to reach out and grab me. "Very.... sexy," Tim said. "More please."

I rolled my eyes and paused for a moment. I slowly lifted my dress another few inches revealing the lacy tops of my stockings and stopping just below my panties. I could hear Tim's heavy breathing and I watched as his eyes took in the details of my soft flesh and sexy white stockings.

I turned to look at the window to make extra certain I could not be seen by anyone on the ground. I paused again to listen for any steps on the creaky stairs. Then I looked back at Tim. I felt butterflies in my stomach. I should have dropped my skirt at that point. Instead I pressed on.

"And this," I said, pausing for dramatic effect, "is what a bride's panties look like." I slowly pulled my dress up to my chest. Tim's mouth dropped open. "Wow," he said. I looked down at Tim's pants. I recognised the big bulge I'd seen many times before. The sight of it made me feel woozy.

"I love how they're sort of transparent," he said. The panties I wore were mostly white sheer material with a solid white patch covering my pussy.

"Cute aren't they?" I said looking down at them. I remained there holding my dress up letting Tim have a long look at my body from my belly to my toes. I was hoping he would also notice my new belly-ring.

"Let me see the back now," Tim said. "Oh I don't think so," I said laughing and dropping my dress. "Why not?" Tim said in a disappointed tone. "No." I said firmly. "How come?" he asked. Was he serious? How could he not understand my reluctance? "Well first of all, Tim, I'm getting married in twenty five...." I paused glancing at the clock on the wall, "twenty minutes. Secondly, there is no back to these panties to see." Tim raised his eyebrows and we both burst out laughing.

"Oh REALLY?" he said. "So you're wearing a g-string down the aisle today?" I shrugged and said nothing at first. Then I said, "It's a thong at the back. It's really small though." I was grinning as I spoke. I loved the reaction on his face when I told him I was wearing a thong.

"Oh I see," said Tim nodding his head and tapping his chin with his finger. "No," I said shaking my head, "you don't see." I wanted to show him so badly but I did not want to betray my soon-to-be husband. "One little look. I won't touch, I promise," Tim said. A moment passed. I kept staring at the big cock pressing against Tim's black suit pants. I broke the silence with an exaggerated sigh. I turned my back to him and over my shoulder I said, "One peek."

Tim seized the opportunity. He leaned over and grabbed the bottom of my dress. He stood pulling the dress up and pressed it against my shoulder, holding it firm. I felt the cool air of the room on my bare bottom and a warm sensation up my neck and face.

"My God, Sara, what an amazing ass you have," Tim said, "so round and perfect." "You're supposed to be looking at my thong," I reminded him. I was so excited I felt my legs shaking. I loved having Tim look at my bare ass again. I could feel my nipples stiffening against my lacy bra.

"I love how the white string disappears between you little ass cheeks," he said. Suddenly I felt his warm hand on my bare ass. I let out a gasp. Tim squeezed me and gently patted my bare flesh. He moved his hand from cheek to cheek. Part of me wanted to turn and slap him. Most of me wanted him to force me to the bed and finish what he started. I remained motionless for a full minute while Tim's hand explored every inch of my bare ass.

"Tim that's enough!" I hissed, pretending to be annoyed that he had broken his word. I spun around to face him and Tim dropped the dress.

"There, now you have officially felt up the bride. I hope you're happy," I said in mock anger. I decided I had to put an end to this before things got out of control. "Come with me," I said. I took him by the arm and led him to the door. My white high heels echoed in the small room with each step on the hardwood floor.

We stopped in front of the door. I put one hand on the knob. "Here's what you're going to do," I told him, "You're going to cross the hall to the other room. You remember my friend Lilly, don't you? Well Lilly is in there having a fit with her boyfriend on the phone. You're going to go hit on her, and believe me; she'll have your cock in her mouth so fast you won't know what hit you."

Tim looked stunned as I opened the door. He paused and then let out a sigh.

"Out!" I commanded. Tim sighed. He shrugged and walked out the door. I closed the door behind him and took a deep breath. I slowly walked back to the mirror. My heart was pounding but I knew I had done the right thing.

I knew Tim well. I knew that once he had his cock sucked he would lose interest in me and I could focus on the wedding. I also knew my friend Lilly very well. I knew she was a huge slut, and that given the opportunity she would drop to her knees for him in a heartbeat.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I started to regret what I had let Tim do to me. I had let my ex-boyfriend feel up my bare ass on my wedding day.

"You're an idiot," I said to my reflection. My mind was racing. I thought of my soon-to-be husband, Oliver and how trusting he was and what a good provider he was. Then I thought about Tim, and what a pounding he could deliver in bed. I remembered one of our last dates. Tim fucked me at a party. He stripped me naked and fucked me on the bed where everyone's coats had been stored. We were interrupted over and over by guests walking into the bedroom to retrieve their coats but Tim never once stopped fucking me.

I closed my eyes and ran my hands over my small waist and then slid them up over my large breasts. I remembered back to a year ago when I was sucking Tim's cock every night. I imagined the sound of his voice as he came in my mouth. I was sure I was soaking my panties. "I want you so bad," I whispered to myself. I felt my nipples pressing hard against my lacy bra.

I looked again at the clock and then back at the mirror. I closed my eyes and slipped a hand down the front of my dress. I loved the sensation of the thin glove over my soft skin. I found my hard nipple and pulled gently on it. Suddenly I noticed Lilly's voice had gone silent. I expected Tim had worked his magic and was now getting his cock sucked by my maid of honour. How I wished it was me on my knees right now, sucking Tim's big cock.

Quietly I reached behind my back and unzipped my dress about six inches. I carefully relaxed the front of the dress pulling it down and out, as much as the stiff material would allow. Then I reached down my top with my right hand and slipped my left breast from its lacy home. Then I did the same with my right breast. The stiff collar on the dress made for a shelf, holding my oversized breasts up and pushing them together in an unnatural way. I looked again in the mirror. The light from the window made my bare breasts glow. My dark stiff nipples provided a contrast to my pale white skin.