A friend of mine named Rusty called me telling me he was to be married. His bride's parents were wealthy.
His wedding would be held at their country estate in a private back lawn area. To them it was a small house, but certainly mansion to anyone else. It had eight bedrooms, nine bathrooms, on forty acres of well-kept landscape, with-out buildings, and caretaker's cottage. It was a Mansion.
"I wanted you to be my best man -- or woman in this case," Rusty explained.
"But Christy wouldn't go for it. All I could convince her was for you to be a groom's man. I mean grooms woman. You're so whipped," I replied.
"I would have loved being best woman but I will settle for groom's woman. I hope Christy is worth it. Do I get a tux?"
"Yes, you get a tux. Go by Adams tux rental and get fitted. I have an account there have them bill it to my account."
Rusty's wedding was three weeks after his phone call. I went to be fitted for a tux but didn't like style that Rusty had chosen for his groom's man. It was not right for a woman like me.
I am 5' 8" tall and 135 pounds (maybe a touch more - I'll never tell) size 38 DD. I have brown hair with blonde streak, not too blonde, but streaked, and sparkling emerald green eyes, which you can be seen in darkness.
My breasts are large, pouty, and sometimes very perky. My nipples are almost always hard or aroused. I needed something that fit my style. So I picked out a tux especially for me. Stock lady who worked in fitting at tux rental knew wedding colors in and helped me to color coordinate perfectly.
When I showed up at wedding, well let's just say that jaws hit their floor. I was supposed to be in a black tux like men who wore white shirt, black stripe pants, cummerbund with black morning coat and tails. I was dressed in a white low cut blouse, white lace push-up bra underneath, waistcoat matching wedding color (I hate cummerbunds), a very short black mini-skirt, garter with black stockings and of course a black tux coat with tails.
Underneath I had on stockings, garters, string thong panties and white lace bra. I liked feeling of my thong against my shaved pussy. As I moved about, it teased me all day. Depending on how I moved my lower body, my thong would arouse me. I enjoyed arousal during my day, I felt alive, sensual, and erotic. To top it all off I wore a bow tie choker.
Of course that's what mother of bride, Rusty's mother, and all those wedding party bridesmaids wanted to do: choke me.
Rusty on other hand loved it. We had always been crazy making each other laugh. We had dated for years on and off, sometimes serious, sometimes not, but we were connected with intimacy. We would always be connected this way. He just stood there smiling shaking his head.
Finally Rusty finally broke the ice saying, "And you wonder why Christy didn't want you as the best man?"
Christy wasn't real thrilled to say least, but their wedding went on without a hitch. It was beautiful as bridesmaids paraded by followed by Christy in her wedding gown. It was a wedding I would have loved for myself. I shed a few tears, as my heart welled.
During wedding I could feel eyes of crowd staring at me. Obvious snobbish women disapproved of me having disdain for me. These society matrons scorned me; a woman can always feel scorn of another woman.
Men on other had didn't disprove at all. These were healthy men; they loved tall large breasted women. Their eyes followed me everywhere. They looked at my cleavage, then down to my mini skirt and small slit between my legs. Occasionally, if I moved just right, a male or two might get a glimpse of my perfectly shaved pussy and my vaginal slit. It was my revenge.
Immediately following wedding ceremony their reception started with a 1940's dance band similar in sound to Glenn Miller band. I just loved 1940s dance music, it was so romantic. Everyone was dancing, everyone except me. I sat alone.
As I sat alone I rocked my hips to swing of music, sometimes opening my legs toward a glancing male. When I did, they almost always turned away, embarrassed to see my crotch.
I could hear comments from women to men. "I can't believe she would come dressed like that. Herbert, don't let me catch you dancing with her."
Who the fuck is Herbert anyway? even better who fuck is his fugly wife? Herbert's wife looked like a dried prune, but looked very wealthy. She carried a diamond necklace to die for, wearing a most wonderful Calvin Klein outfit that I had seen in Elle magazine recently. I hoped Herbert would continue to enjoy his dried up prune that was his wife, for she could not be his mistress.
Attitude of society crowd got me a little down so I took a stroll around this beautiful enchanting estate. After a while I explored house with lots of rooms and doors. I opened one and found a library.
It was full of leather bound books in bookcases from floor to high ceiling. A large stone fireplace on opposite wall of bookcase rose from floor to top of a high vaulted ceiling. It was unlit and dark. I wondered what a fire might be like in this room during winter at night, with glow of logs casting flickering light along walls of books, while soft music played. I imagined myself with a glass of red wine and a book to read.
I enjoyed erotic stories, always have. This room was a perfect place for sensual love.
Leather chairs and couches were arranged in-groups about this library room. Looking at books in shelves I was startled to realize I wasn't alone.
I heard moans from couch, but could not see anyone. I walked around end of one of black leather couches. Framed against black leather was one bridesmaid, with top of her dress down to her waist. Bride's father was without his pants.
There he was fully erect. His cock was bobbing between large breasts of this bridesmaid, stroking her, and as he moved up down her breasts then up to her mouth.
His cock entered her mouth. Each time his cock exited her mouth on downward stroke he was between her breasts, she moaned with something like a purring whine. She was only a fourth his age. She was tit fucked by him as she sucked his cock. They completely stopped, except for their heavy breathing, a panting, when they noticed me.
"Don't mind me," I spoke quickly.
"Can I watch?"
While both were still panting, they startled, but un-fettered, they both answered in unison, as one lover's soul saying; "Sure,"
As this old man's cock was sliding between those young girls' boobs, in rhythm to his body motion, I shoved my fingers deep into my vaginal slit. Access to me was very easy.
