Many thanks to the amazing Annanova for editing this latest chapter. She rocks! Seriously!
© 2012, All rights reserved – mimaster
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"I still can't believe you're here," I whispered as I held her close.
"It's a little hard for me to believe too," she sighed in contentment, her head resting on my shoulder, eyes closed.
Ann and I had done all the traditional things you're supposed to do at a reception, at least when you have a band or a DJ. We'd had our first dance together, followed quickly by the memorable one where she'd transformed her wedding gown into what could best be described as the hottest, sexiest party dress ever.
From there, we shared the dance floor with our parents, me dancing with my mom before dancing with Jean, while Ann danced with her dad and then mine. And then we danced one by one with the members of our wedding party. From there, it sort of became a long line of people waiting their turn with one of us.
Not everyone did. Actually, most didn't; content to sit and eat, or talk, or just have a good time. Or, they'd dance with who brought them, knowing that Ann and I couldn't possibly take a turn with everyone that was there.
Still, we danced a lot. And some of them were memorable. I particularly enjoyed dancing with our four young flower girls and ring bearers. To see their eyes light up when we did the 'chicken dance' – their laughter alone made my heart smile.
Then my heart was soaring, watching my new bride gently sway in the arms of a ruggedly handsome man from New Zealand, the two of them talking as they stared blatantly at me and the woman I was holding. They smiled at us, each proud of what they were witnessing... and they seemed to be excited. I wondered for the briefest of moments if they thought something was about to happen.
Of course nothing did. But that didn't mean I wasn't feeling an enormous sense of fulfillment to go along with the growing bulge in my pants.
Dawn moaned when she felt my pelvis against hers. "Thinking of Ann," she asked, an impish grin on her face as she opened her eyes to look into mine, blinking as if she were in a dream.
"Always," I shrugged as I glanced at my bride, who gave an approving little wave of her fingers, her wedding ring sparking from the dim lights over the dance floor. "But I'm also thinking about you. Why do you ask?"
"Because there's something big pressing against me that belongs to her. I was just wondering how it got that way," she giggled.
"The same way you got wet a little bit ago," I replied, knowing I was right without the benefit of actually being able to check. "We started dancing."
I was thrilled when the band started playing a slow song just before it was Dawn and Jeremy's turn to dance with us. I suppose I could have been nervous about that coincidence, but Ann diffused any pangs of guilt I might have felt by quickly taking Jeremy into her arms, letting me know she expected me to do the same with his fiancée. In fact, it was almost as if she was lovingly demanding it with her eyes.
"So you think I'm wet right now?" she said with a provocatively arched eyebrow.
"I
know
you are. I can tell."
"It's nice to know you can still make me get that way, Neil," she admitted, not bothering to deny what was so evident on her face.
"I could say the same about what you do to me. And... you know we're being stared at, right?"
"Uh huh... that kind of turns me on even more," she said as she turned to look at Jeremy, blowing a little kiss his way.
"And he's okay with this?"
"We're just dancing, Neil. Besides, he knows I'm going to fuck his brains out as soon as we get back to Nancy's house... if not before. Ann said there's a room in the back we can use for a quickie."
"Funny, she didn't offer that to me," I laughed.
"That's because she's saving you until later," she snickered. "I'm just glad she's letting me get you worked up for her."
"That you are."
"Not that she needs my help. I thought you were going to do her right here on the dance floor when she started taking off parts of her dress. You should have seen the look on your face, lover. I've never seen your eyes like that before. It was pure lust."
"Are you sure you haven't seen it before?" I asked as I ran my hand along her back.
"Well, I'd be lying if I said I hadn't seen something similar, but this was different."
"Yeah, how's that?"
"There was also love in your eyes," she said, gently kissing my cheek as the song ended. "Thanks for the dance, Neil. I really hope you come to our wedding so we can do it again."
"We'll be there, Dawn. We wouldn't miss it," I replied, giving her a quick kiss on the lips.
The band went into another slow song, but instead of taking the next in line, Ann decided she was cutting in front, moving gracefully over to me so we could share another dance. She wasted no time in melding her body into mine, her hands pulling me into her as she felt one of mine glide over her bare lower back, the other resting on her ribs just under her breast.
"My, you certainly enjoyed
that
," she chuckled as she felt my cock pulsing between us.
Discretely moving my hand to her chest, I found the hardness of her left nipple, rubbing it with my thumb it as the fingers of my other hand toyed with the exposed crack of her ass. "So did you."
"You know, it was great to see you two together. I bet it would have been fun to watch you two fuck," she teased, trying to get an even bigger rise out of me.
"Just as much as watching you eat her afterward," I replied coyly as I pinched her nipple hard.
She let out a gasp, her head leaning into me, almost knocking off her hat. With that, she removed it, winging it close to the stage so she could move her face further into my neck. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" she said after a long pause.
"I'd like what?" I asked, feigning ignorance.
"Watching me lick your cum out of Dawn's pussy," she teased again, upping the ante by snaking her hand between us, pressing her palm against my hard shaft.
"It's a nice thought. But we both know that's not going to happen."
"Maybe... maybe not. You never know what might happen if we end up taking our honeymoon with them."
My cock flinched, making her giggle girlishly. It was all just foolish fantasy; another way for her to turn me on and keep me that way. At the same time, the glint in her eye reminded me that when it came to my new bride,
anything
was possible.
We put that out of our minds as we slowly moved across the dance floor, the eyes of the room once again upon us. When the song ended, she unabashedly patted my hard cock, putting her other hand over her face as if to say she was sorry for having such an effect on me. Then she turned heel and headed back to the line, grabbing her next partner. I waited for mine to come to me as Geoff and the band starting playing something more up tempo.
"Thank God it's not another slow dance," I sighed when I saw Paula making her way toward me, thinking about the consequences of what might happen if she'd pressed her body next to mine to find my cock hard for her.
But she was way ahead of me. "Thank God they're playing a fast song," she winked as she moved closer to me.
"Why's that?" I laughed, amazed we were somehow on the same page.
"If your Mother thought I was the one that got that big cock of yours hard, I might be in for another long night. It's taken me all day to start walking normal again as it is," she kidded. "Between what happened last night and that hard pew at the church, I thought my ass was going to fall off during the ceremony."
The thought of Paula getting her ass spanked and fucked by... well, I didn't want to think about by who did it, really, but I knew there were more than one, and that my Dad was apparently one of them.
With everything I'd done during my engagement, it would have been hypocritical to think he'd done something wrong, especially since my Mom had been the one to orchestrate it. I couldn't help but think about how that was similar to Ann and the way she set things up for me all the time. All I knew was that it happened. But it didn't bother me. It happened, and I accepted it. So did Paula, and she was making the best of it as she shook that same ass sexily to beat of the song.
"Too bad I didn't think of just spanking you the night we were together. It would have saved you a lot of trouble."
