Michelle continued to moan, and couldn’t bring herself to stop either. She should have wondered who the boy was. Would he tell? But all she could think of was Pete’s cock in her cunt, filling and satisfying her. She knew she was going to fuck him. She had always wished she had stayed that night. He was SO hot! Whether he had a wife or not, she had to fuck him. Whether she was a wife or not, she had to fuck him.
As his body flinched and his penis released its semen, she knew she had. They humped a little more. The boy was still watching. She pulled Pete close, trying to kiss him. But he moved his mouth to her left nipple. She wanted an orgasm. She fucked him, and now had his cum dripping from her cunt. She deserved an orgasm!
Pete stepped back. “I think I here them paging you!”
“Oh shit!” Michelle sat up, hurredly pulling her dress down. “Zip me up!”
Pete zipped her up, and she quickly ran out of the room.
I watched my bride come from the hallway. She seemed hurried, but I wondered little of where she was. It was time for the garter toss. I smiled as I planned to sneak that thing up to her crotch. She let me pick out the wedding night panties. I wanted a preview!
Michelle seemed dazed as the DJ pulled out a chair and sat her in it. The music started, and she seemed really nervous! She must have thought I would really embarrass her!
“Let’s not do this now!” She whispered to me as I kissed her.
“It will be ok.” I said, and went to the floor.
I lifted up her dress, enough to show on camera, but not to reveal too much. Wait… where’s the garter?
I had hiked the dress up quite aways. No garter. I looked towards Michelle, but the dress blocked my view of her face. I lowered it some, realizing she must have it ‘too high’ for the world to see. The light was dim, but I could clearly see her thigh under the fabric. I moved my head up. No garter…
No panties.
Confusion set in. Then horror. There, dripping from her precious, beautiful, tight, wonderful cunt… was cum.
Cum. It could only be cum… it could only be sperm. I pulled my head instantly out of her dress and looked at her. She was crying.
“Where’s the garter?’ someone yelled.
I looked around in a panic. I saw a little boy hold up the garter.
“Here it is! There was a man on her and they were naked.”
A hush fell over the guests. The boy held out his other hand. “Do you need these, too?”
Her panties.
I could see how wet they were from here. Gasps and whispers rose from the crowd.
Michelle buried her face in her hands, sobbing.
I stood up, looked at no one, and walked to the guest book. No one said a word as I flipped through the pages. No one said a word as I left the church.
If there is one image burnt in my memory besides my wife’s cum-dripping pussy, it is the last page I saw that night. The page that bore the name Pete.
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