I'd photographed Steph and Dave's wedding, and what Dave didn't know was that I'd fucked his amazing wife on their wedding day -- that was part one of the story.
When I delivered the photographs over to Steph and Dave at her parents house, they were blown away by them, they "oohed" and "aahed" in all the right places, and everybody seemed extremely happy with the shots that I'd taken on their very special day. It was a special day for me too, as I'd got to taste Steph's pussy and slide my cock inside her -- it wasn't a day I'd forget in a hurry.
Dave had to leave the album viewing before we'd finished, he worked the night-shift so left his wife and in-laws in control of the rest of the appointment.
After we'd completed the appointment, I got up to leave, and Steph's dad also got up and said to Steph that he'd give her a lift back home.
"Don't you live on Baker Lane Steph?" I asked "I go past there, and can drop you off, saving your dad from going out again?"
Steph's eyes lit up, and she reassured her dad that me dropping her off would be far easier than him getting the car out of garage again, and he agreed. Steph then said her goodbyes to her parents and climbed into my Range-Rover passenger seat, as I got into the drivers side.
Waving to her parents as we pulled off, as soon as we were out of sight, Steph turned and said
"Thank Fuck for that, I thought I was never going to get you on your own! I've been sitting in my own wetness for the last hour remembering what we did on my wedding day!"
Just the thought and the memory of what we did turned me on, and made me hard, as it had done for the last 3 weeks since it happened, and many times I'd closed my eyes and reminisced about her bent over the dressing table in her childhood bedroom.
Steph leant across the divide between the seats, and placed her hand on my hardening cock over my jeans.
"Looks like you remember it too Paul?"
"Oh I remember it, in fact I even have the photographs to remind me about it!"
Steph gasped as a smile spread across her face.
"You bastard! You took photographs whilst we were doing it? Fuck, Dave would go absolutely mental if they ever surfaced anywhere. You haven't put them anywhere have you?"
"No Steph, and I never would. They were a very secret, personal reminder of a VERY special day"
Steph looked straight ahead, her hand moving off my hard cock as she withdrew to her side of the car.
"Good"
For the next couple of miles, Steph was very quiet. In fact I thought that she was offended that I'd taken some secret shots of her. We were a few miles from her home, and I thought that I'd blown any chance that there might be a repeat performance.
As the silence started to stretch out, Steph still looking ahead said in a quieter voice
"Have you got your cameras in the car?"
My mind was working overtime now -- did she think that I would still have the shots on the memory cards and wanted to delete them? Did she want to see them? Or was it something else..?
"I always carry my cameras Steph"
Steph nodded and then returned to silence.
We pulled up outside the newlywed's house, a dark lane with plenty of room between the detached houses, only the streetlight casting a dim light, and I turned to face Steph.
"Well here we are.."
Steph leaned over the centre console and I met her halfway, as she whispered
"If you are coming inside, and I hope you are, bring a camera.."
Steph slipped out of the car, and so did I, opening the back door of the car and grabbing the first camera that came to hand and followed Steph to the front door.
