Today was the biggest day of her life, it was her wedding day, she was marrying Greg, her lover from her school days, she was so happy she couldn't breathe half the time, her legs trembled.
Her mother and father were there, her bridesmaids all in attendance, the cars were waiting for her. As she neared the exit door of the hotel where they were staying, everyone stopped to stare at the wondrous beauty stepping out.
Everyone was in awe, her soft reflection, her perfectly made up face, her beautiful thick glossy dark hair atop her gorgeous face, was wrapped around a glittering tiara. At 5ft 4" and 5ft 7" in her heels she cut a path through all before her. The staff applauded as she passed.
Tonight she would be Mrs Gregory Chambers, Not Miss July Evans. Her heart was bursting, and so was her pussy, no one knew of their copulations, she had sworn to her mum and dad that she was still a virgin, she was far far from that now, she sniggered to herself at the thought.
Tonight she would be staying in the hotel with Greg, before departing for a Caribbean honeymoon tomorrow.
The wedding went off without a hitch, the weather was fabulous, the photos were all taken and they settled down to a night of partying after the massive expensive reception her father had paid for.
As the day wore on, July was wined and dined by everyone there. The only sad part was Greg's mother had died 6 months ago from illness. His dad was here on his own, and in moments of quiet reflection July and others could see the darkness descend on him.
Everyone made a great fuss of him, and he appreciated it, he loved his son, and he loved July too, she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in real life.
Greg senior was a self made man, and unknown to anyone had been in touch with July's parents to help out with the expenses. He knew they didn't have a lot of money, so an agreement was reached, and it was accepted, and no one would ever ever know of it.
He was staying over too, and returning home the next day to his now empty 5 bedroom house set in its own gardens that were now not in the pristine condition his wife had kept them, it had been her passion.
As the evenings entertainment wore on, people began to drift away slowly, they all bid their goodbyes with best wishes, and rude and lewd comments, which brought laughter from everyone.
Greg and his best man, and others were in a state of disrepair through the copious amounts of drink consumed. At the end of the night July was worried about him, but more worried that he wouldn't be able to perform his married duties. They all decided to call it a night, and the best man helped Greg to the elevator, in there with July, it was obvious that Greg was in a bad way, but through drink, nothing else.
They half carried him to their suite, and got him onto the bed. He immediately fell into a drunken slumber, between them they got his clothes off, and put him into the bed. July had had a drink or two herself and was feeling randy, very randy.
She walked Tony to the door, where he turned to her and gave her a kiss on her cheek, this turned into a proper kiss! She responded simply because she was tipsy, and very horny.
Tony cupped her tit and squeezed a very hard nipple.
July moaned into his mouth, she was just about to grasp his prick though his trousers when she managed to control herself. She pulled away, thanked Tony and held the door open for him. He peered at her quietly, but knew things had got out of hand, 'sorry,' he said and left.
July returned to her now unconscious husband and sighed. 'The one night I wanted to fuck on, was this one Greg!' She almost shouted at him. He never stirred.
July undressed, hung her wedding dress on the tailor's dummy, and put on the under wear she had bought just for this occasion, it was a sexy as hell!
She was really annoyed at him. 'I need a fucking good fuck Greg,' she moaned.
He mumbled something, turned over, and was sick every where, it was all over their bed, and on the floor, and the stink was horrendous.
'Oh my God, Ooooh fucking hell Greg what have you been doing, that is fucking gross!'
She had no intention of cleaning it up, she couldn't even get near it or him, he just continued snoring his head off.
'What the fuck am I going to do now?' she thought. She couldn't call room service, there was nothing she could do, she opened the windows but that just spread the stench all around her, she held her little nose.
She sat in the small armchair in her room, and tried to sleep, she couldn't, her mind was on other things, and the stink was on her.
She went and had a shower, put her negligee back on and sat in the chair again.
That's when the thought hit her. His dad was across and down the hall, she would go and tell him, ask him what to do?
She put on her housecoat and left, making sure she had her key card.
She knocked on his door; it took 5 attempts, each one louder than the last to rouse him.
He was astonished to see her standing there. 'July, what's the matter, what are you doing here?' he asked her, he looked at his watch, and added, 'it's almost 2 in the morning?'
'I need your help Dad,' she had always called him dad.
'Why, what can I do?'
'It's Greg, he's out cold because he's drunk too much, and now he's been sick all over and I can't stay there a moment longer.'
Taking her card, he ushered her into his room, and went to look at his son. As he entered the room, the stench almost made him wretch, it was overpowering.