I looked absolutely beautiful. My face was flawless. My long dark braids fell way past my waist, rested on the crest of my ass and my veil held them in place. My dress was light and airy, perfect for a warm January wedding. It showed off just enough cleavage to be considered decent and still made sure the boys had a good view. Even though I was getting married, I still wanted every man in the room to want to fuck me as I walked down the aisle. That knowledge would keep me wet the whole day and my husband would reap the reward at night.
As I stood there admiring myself in the mirror, thinking of how hot the wedding night sex would be, my pussy started pulsing in anticipation. A cheeky wedding day wank would release all the tension I was feeling. I hadn't fucked my fiancΓ© in two weeks because of all the last minute wedding stuff we had to take care of.
I carefully pulled my dress up and started stroking my pussy through my white lace panties. I just needed a few minutes to climax. Just as I was about to move my panties to the side and start fingering myself, the door to the room opened and C walked in. I rushed to pull my dress down and compose myself, but he had already seen something. I was still facing the mirror so my back was to him.
C: I'm so sorry. I should've knocked.
M: No worries. I was just getting ready. I'm almost done.
C: It looked like it...
C was my husband's best friend and best man at our wedding. He was very cheeky and charming and consistently had a bunch of women on rotation. I'd heard he was a phenomenal shag and I'd always wondered how it would be to have him inside me.
As I looked at him through the mirror, I realized he was quite obviously undressing me with his eyes. Just as I was about to turn and face him, he made eye contact and held it. I could see exactly what he wanted. And I had no issues giving it to him. This would be the last opportunity I'd have.