There was just too much going on to really even consider potentially hooking up with my soon-to-be sister-in-law, Tiffany, again while her sister and I were in town to get married. Sure, it was in the back of my mind, but with flying into town, everybody else flying into town, the rehearsal, the rehearsal dinner and the actual wedding and reception, followed by the honeymoon, I just really didn't think I had the time or the mental capacity to pull it off. Seeing her again, of course I smiled at the memories of our encounter the previous summer.
Lucky for me, Tiffany didn't give up so easily. With proper planning and the involvement of just the right accomplice, she gave me one hell of a wedding gift.
The night before the wedding, after the rehearsal and the rehearsal dinner, the ladies gathered for a bachelorette party while the men went to a bar to shoot some pool. After a couple of hours, the bachelorette party showed up at the bar and, while my fiancé and I canoodled, a trade was negotiated between the bachelorette party women and the pool-shooting men. I was taken away by the women and my betrothed was left with the men. I wasn't worried about leaving my future wife with my friends because I knew they'd take care of her, not take advantage of her. I didn't know that she could say the same about her friends.
I was taken from the bar, blindfolded and handcuffed, and helped into a vehicle. We drove for a while before parking again but I had no idea where we were as I was led from the vehicle. Just by listening, I suspected that we were back at the hotel where everyone was staying. I was ushered into the elevator, though it felt like only two people rode with me. I was led to a room, the door was locked, I was laid out on the bed and my wrists and ankles were restrained with ropes that must have already been in place. I heard the door close again and it sounded as though I was alone for a few minutes before someone returned.
I felt someone climb onto the bed and straddle me before feeling warm, soft lips pressing against mine. Before I could even respond, my blindfold was yanked up and I was face-to-face with Tiffany. She smiled and kissed me again, this time getting a more appropriate response.
"With Deb's help," she told me, "I've arranged a little final-hours-of-freedom gift for you. I'm not going spoil the surprise by giving away the details, but I think you will be pleased." She kissed me again, then started undressing me, freeing only one of my restrained extremities at a time. I was soon naked and tied up with Tiffany standing at the foot of the bed looking me over. My cock was pretty hard, so she started by leaning down and licking and sucking it until it was completely rigid, with me groaning at the attention.
Once she was satisfied that I was prepared, she straightened up and peeled off her shirt, tossed it aside and dropped her pants. My cock twitched seeing her again in only a bra and bikini panties. The bra was quickly gone, giving me a look at her firm breasts and hard nipples, and was soon followed by her panties. I got a quick view of her light brown bush before she crawled up the bed to straddle me, her tits swaying. She grabbed my cock and guided it into the familiar depths of her sweet pussy as she lowered herself onto me.
Her pussy was completely wet, so she must have gotten herself pretty worked up anticipating this moment. It was nice to have her riding me again, this time with much less concern about the possibility of being discovered. I couldn't really do much more than lie there enjoying the feel of her snug pussy sliding up and down my shaft, so that is what I did. She was riding me pretty hard, in part, I determined later, because she didn't have the luxury of a lot of time.
I pushed up into her as best I could, raising my ass up off the bed, trying to help both of us along. I looked over her trim form looming over me as she fucked me. The light brown hair around her pussy was groomed to a neatly cropped bush, her stomach was flat and smooth, her tits were firm and topped with hard nipples and her face wore an expression of arousal and determination. I could feel her pussy getting wetter as she rode me harder and knew that I would be cumming soon, just as she would.
As she started grunting each time she slammed down on me, I felt my cock swelling with my impending orgasm. It was almost a race to see who would cum first as I tried to push up even further into her, feeling her seriously slippery pussy around my engorged member. I think I was moaning, too, right up to the point where I cried out as I started shooting my load into her. Almost immediately, Tiffany started shuddering as her own orgasm finally washed over her. She briefly collapsed on top of me as she caught her breath, but then was up and gathering her clothes together as I watched. I noticed as she pulled her jeans on that she hadn't bothered with her panties, which I found curious.
With her bra and shirt back on, she crawled up next to me again and, after kissing me long and hard, pulled the blindfold back over my eyes. Before she left me, however, she adjusted the blindfold so that I could actually see down along my nude body to the end of the bed. She told me she didn't really want me to miss out but it would be to my benefit to appear as though I couldn't see anything. The last thing she did before she left was to drape her panties over my nose and mouth. Since I was restrained, I couldn't do anything but lie there inhaling her musky aroma.
I learned later that when Tiffany had left me, she had met up with Deb and given her the key to the room then had gone on home. I don't know how much time passed between the time she left and the time I heard the key in the door again. I heard the door open and close, then heard a loud gasp followed by a pause. I couldn't see who had come in yet, but after I heard the deadbolt on the door turned, she then appeared at the foot of the bed. It was Alison, another of the bridesmaids. I wasn't too worried about her discovering that I could see her because her gaze was fixated on my cock, which had revived quite a bit due to inhaling Tiffany's musk for the last little while.
She did look up at my face briefly, as if to assure herself that I couldn't see her, so I made sure to lie still and not move anything that would give me away. I suppose she must have been satisfied because she crawled onto the bed and took my cock in her hand and stroked it, causing it to grown even harder. It still wasn't fully recovered but when I felt her long hair on my thighs followed by the warm wetness of her mouth engulfing me, the recovery process suddenly sped up. She slid her hot mouth up and down my cock for just a minute or two before letting me slip free to stand, waving fully erect, while she retreated off the bed.
