THE RECEPTION
The wedding had been a spectacular Gala. The Wedding Party consisted of six groomsmen and Bridesmaids, Best Man and Matron of Honor, Flower Girl, Ring Bearer and of course the Bride and Groom.
The Bride was resplendent in her white off the shoulder satin Grecian Gown with a 5 foot train and a tiara attached veil woven into her flower enhanced French braided hair. The body hugging gown accentuated her slender frame and hourglass curves. The Matron of Honor and Bridesmaids wore similar Grecian gowns in alternating pastel colors of pale lavender and sage green. The groom wore a period specific white tuxedo with tails and spats reminiscent of Fitzgerald's Gatsby. The groomsmen all wore white tuxedos with gardenia boutonnieres, bow ties and cummerbunds that matched the dresses of their corresponding bridesmaid.
The rice paper aisle runner was adorned with a mixture of gardenia and rose petals. The lighting was subdued and supplied primarily by an array of 200 sandalwood scented candles that added to both the lighting ambience as well as the aromatic aesthetics of the venue. To complete the sensory grandeur of the experience music was provided by a chamber quartet, two vocalists and a French horn player. There was the obligatory performance of Pachabel's Canon in D, an upbeat arrangement of Fogelberg's "Longer" and of course the traditional "Wedding March" with the rather ethereal accompaniment of the French Horn. In addition Shania Twain's "From This Moment" and Brad Paisley's "Then", were woven into the tapestry of the ceremony as a tribute to the rural roots of the bride and groom and an homage to their courtship, personal commitment and respect for one another.
She sat through the ceremony, the cake cutting and the obligatory toasts all the while her crotch was throbbing with desire. Now dancing with one groomsman after another, she could feel her desire rising and her fantasies running rampant. The groomsmen were dashing in their tuxedos, each one reminded her of last night and the joy of being used by multiple men. Never though had she even in her wildest fantasy believed she would have access to six men at once. The thought caused the blood to rush from her head and she nearly fainted. Lightheaded she stumbled slightly and her dance partner and one of the bridesmaids grabbed her before she fell.
"Come on, honey, let's sit you down a minute.", the Bridesmaid said. She complied.
After sitting for a few minutes and a couple of glasses of champagne, she began confiding in to the Bridesmaid about the events of last night and this afternoon with Raoul and Paolo and her continued seemingly insatiable desire to be used again and again. The other woman seemed very interested in her ribald tale of depravity. In fact, she asked numerous questions and added some tales of her own. She felt her juices beginning to flow as she listened to the other.
As is the female custom, the Bridesmaid asked her to accompany her to the ladies room. On the way back to the reception, the Bridesmaid, Amie was her name, told her that her bra seemed twisted in the back and made an unsightly lump in the back of her dress. Amie suggested that they slip into one of the suites reserved for the bridal party as dressing rooms and she will help her adjust bra and correct the problem.
They turned right at the next corridor and entered the suite. There were several suitcases belonging to members of the Bridal Party. There were small bags of rice tied with ribbons of sage green and lavender... balloons of the same colors... a box of tin cans, some rope and a "Just Married" sign standing in the corner. There was no one else in the room.
She allowed Amie to unzip the dress and unfasten the bra in order ro make the adjustment. In the process Amie's hand brushed across her erect nipple and a sent a shudder of delight up her spine. She blushed at her own reaction. Amie saw the red fill her cheeks and knew the cause. Amie then intentionally brushed the nipple again and yet a third time. The actions of the bridesmaid Amie was causing her to flush with excitement and anticipation of the next touch.
Amie stepped behind her, grasped one nipple between her fingers and cupped the other breast entirely in her hand.
She was again in uncharted waters. She had never been with a woman before but now the craving was intense. She did what she had never before done. She spun around grabbed the back of Amie's head and locked her lips to hers, her tongue prodding and exploring. Suddenly they were on the floor, their dresses lying in a rumpled pile next to them. Hands grasping, tongues flashing and hips pressing and gyrating against one another, she had never done this but now her body yearned for more.
The Groomsmen entered the room as a group to gather the "Just Married" sign and cans to tie to the back of the newlyweds' car. What they saw were two women naked on the floor, legs entwined and grinding their groins against one another as Amie sucked and pulled at the other's nipples. Her head was thrown back and groans of delight were coming from her. The two women were so engaged that they did not here the groomsmen enter the room.
The boys stood stunned for several minutes, staring in awe at the two beauties before them.
The erotic gauge of these two writhing bodies in the throes of passion was off the scale and sent the hormones of the groomsmen into overdrive. After several moments during which time stood still, the women noticed the six slack jawed observers with bulges in their pants.
Alcohol was originally used as a medication to lessen pain and later as a sterilizing method. It is, as most people know, a depressant. It reduces respirations, slows the heart rate and confuses the senses. However, it also clouds the judgment and lowers the psychic inhibitions of the user. The wedding party had engaged in a number of toasts and she now had no inhibitions as evidenced by her lesbian experimentations with Amie. The Groomsmen and Amie also were without restraint.
The men suddenly broke from their stupor and began to move in unison toward the grinding bodies on the floor. She looked up at each of the men's faces as they approached. She had known only two before the rehearsal dinner and even they were only passing acquaintances.
Now as she looked at their faces she ran through their names in her mind.
She had employed a simple mnemonic technique the night of the rehearsal dinner in order to remember their names. By simply recalling the words F-U-C-K-M-E she could remember the names of all six:
