The nervous groom greets table 13 with his bride. Some second cousins and of his wife’s friends from somewhere the groom couldn’t remember. He isn’t nervous due to the constant conversational requirements of hosting their wedding reception. He is nervous for what followed. The hotel by the airport. The condoms. His penis size. The wedding night.
He is nervous also because they’ve never had sex. At his request, they had agreed to wait until marriage. They hadn’t seen each other naked yet. She tried. She tried to give him a handjob early on, and many times since. She was curious what her husband looked like naked. He wouldn’t allow it.
Table 14, his college friends. They’re boisterous and most of them are drunk. Except one. His roommate from senior year. The one who beat him in the engineering competition. A bit of a jerk but still his friend. He whispers something in the bride’s ear and she laughs and playfully pushes his shoulder away.
He watches their eyes.
The music stops and the DJ announces the party is over folks. People slowly trickle out and the groom nervously grasps her hand.
“You ready?”
“If you are,” he says.
“Let’s go. I’ve been waiting a year for tonight.”
She kisses him on the cheek and he smiles. He is reassured that it’ll be ok.
On the drive to the hotel, she teases him. She runs her hands over his lap while reading their wedding cards and counting cash.
She holds up a stack of bills, fanned out.
“Four thousand dollars. I feel like a criminal,” she says. He laughs.
They park and check in and as he carries her into their room, she kissed his neck. He puts her on the bed and she sits up, disappearing into the bathroom to change. He agrees to strip down.
He is still in his tux when she reappears in a white teddy, stockings and garter gleaming white. Innocence for him. Innocence for her. His palms are sweaty.
“Relax,” she says. She slips off his jacket and starts to undo the buttons of his shirt. She looks down and undoes his belt and zipper.
She feels his soft cock. It feels small in her hands, but it’s through his boxers. And soft. Some guys are growers.
She pulls his boxers down and sees his penis for the first time. She gasps. It’s tiny. She strokes it vigorously with her thumb and finger, hoping to make it grow. It does, to about three inches. He looks and sees her disappointment.
She pushes it aside and pulls him to the bed. She slides her lingerie to the side and asks him to get on top.
He rips open a condom he had left by the bedside table earlier that day. He unrolls it over his penis but it’s so loose on the sides and too long. He had gotten the smallest size he saw at the pharmacy.
“It’s not going to work,” he says. He shows her. She huffs in sexual frustration. She asks him to go down on her. She returns the favor and they 69. When he’s passed out after, she runs a bath and pulls out her phone.
She texts his friend from college.
“I told ya you’d call me tonight,” he responds. “I saw him every day in the showers.”
“I feel mislead. He should have warned me. I mean, we can make it work. I just wanted something more.”
“I’m in 812. Flying out in the morning.”
“This hotel?”
“Yeah. I took advantage of the wedding discount. But paid the up charge for another floor.”
“I don’t know. I couldn’t do that to him. Could you?”
“It’s just sex. He knows you’re probably dissatisfied. Wouldn’t he want you to be happy?”
“With him!”
“I’ll leave the door unlocked.”
“I don’t know. If I do this, what type of wife am I?”
“Are you going to be ok with 40 years of the sex you’ll be having?”
As they’ve been texting, he’s been growing hard at the thought of her cheating on her husband. He finds her incredibly sexy. Her shorter frame, curvy hips and breasts, shown off all day in that dress. He wonders about her body. Is it a push-up helping her chest? Does she shave or is she all natural under her panties? He wants to peel them off of her creamy skin.
His friend scored her. He’s a good guy and he is stable and smart and she is happy with him. He knows they’ll get through it. But he knows she won’t be entirely satisfied.
“Have you ever seen another man naked?”
“No. Never.”
“Not even on the internet?”
“We had filters growing up.”
“And you haven’t been curious?”
“Of course I have. But once you have your ways, you don’t change usually.”
“You should investigate what your missing out on,” he says.
“Like what?”
She feels her panties getting wet as she grows excited. A picture appears on her phone. He’s standing in front of a mirror, the same floor length in her room, and he’s naked. His abs on full display. With his free hand he pushes his hard cock down, so she can see how thick and long he is.
Her eyes widen.
Her panties are soaked.
“Btw. What is he doing right now while you’re texting me?”
“Sleeping.”
“Come over.”
She bites her lip. Looks at her husband. Looks at the picture on her phone. She admits that in the past she did flirt with him from time to time and there was a mutual attraction there.
But she pushes it out of her mind. It’s wrong. She can’t cheat on her husband.
Yeah, he’s snoring. Yeah, she didn’t have sex on her wedding night. She didn’t have sex on her wedding night…
She grabs a condom from the bedside table. She throws on her backup white dress, meant solely for the ride from the reception to the hotel, but she didn’t use it. She walks to 812.
She knocks.
“Come in,” he says.
He is sitting on the bed, in his tight, black boxers. Nothing else. He stands. She sees the outline of his manhood lying against his leg.
“I don’t have much time,” she says.
She pushes him back onto the bed. She feels the conflict in herself. She feels his cock growing hard beneath her panties.
She pushes the conflicted feelings away as she pushes against him. Her hands are on his chest. He rolls her over and pulls her panties down. Her pussy is glistening. She looks at him and pulls his boxers away from his body, watching as his cock bounces free.
“It’s even bigger in person,” she says. He nods and slides his boxers down his legs. She watches his balls hanging, shifting side to side as he steps out of his underwear.
She sites up, a leg on either side of his and rips open a condom and puts it on his tip. The ring isn’t big enough and stops midway over the tip. But she tries to unroll it anyway. She uses both hands, pushing and manages to almost unroll a little more. But it doesn’t give, until it does. It rips.
“Fuck,” she says. She sits back. The sexual frustration is consuming her.
“It’s ok,” he says.
“No, it’s not. It’s really not. I’m just so horny.”
“What if I pull out?”
“That doesn’t work.”
“It kinda does.”
“You promise you will?”
“Cross my heart,” he says, placing a hand on his muscular chest. She acquiesces because she’s more than ready to throw caution to the wind.
She puts her hands on his stomach, her fingertips glide downward, following the shape of the V-cut definition there, then along his cock until she holds it with both hands. He throws his head back as she strokes him, placing the tip in her small, warm mouth.
He reaches down and lifts the dress up, over her shoulders. Her hair tumbles through it as the dress comes off. She reaches back and unhooks her bra, her breasts freed. He leans her back and puts on of them in his mouth, his tongue flicking over her nipple. He touches her wet, smooth pussy. She moans as he slips a finger in. Then another.
It’s not enough. She wants his cock. She pulls it towards her, looking down as she guides the tip against her closed body. He pushes against it and she feels her body give in.
He enters her slowly, knowing she’s a virgin. It hurts but she feels full as he goes as deep as he can. She takes it all in the end. She didn’t think she could.
He begins to pull back and she panics. No. No. Don’t leave yet. But then he slams back into her. Her breasts quake with the momentum as his body against hers. His balls smack against her skin. He pulls back slowly again and then another thrust. Her head tilts back and her lips open. She lets another moan out against her will. It’s louder than she wants with neighboring rooms on either side of his. But she can’t help it.
She reaches for his hips and takes them in her hands, showing him that she’s ready to be fucked harder and faster. She watches his cock as it moves in and out of her and feels her body tensing. She doesn’t know what’s happening. She feels as if her body is floating on the bed. Blood rushes, pulses.
And then she comes, her body weakens and she feels freed of the tension she previously felt. Her cheeks flush. Her pussy is tightening around his cock as she winds down.
He feels her orgasm and it pushes him close. He pulls out and she feels his heavy cock slam down on her belly. Come shoots across her body, landing on her breasts.
She smiles at him as he sits next to her.
“That was really good,” she says.
“You feel better now?”
“So much better. Do you mind if I take a quick shower?”
“I’ll join you.”
She laughs. She walks to the bathroom and turns back and sees him following her. He smacks her butt and she laughs again.
She turns on the hot water and tests it before stepping in the open glass door. The cold tile floor begins to warm as the water hits it. He steps behind her. She feels his cock against her back as he turns.
“I thought guys went soft after?”
“Most guys do. I do usually. But I guess I’m still worked up.”
She lathers some soap on her body. Rinses it off. Then she rubs soap on his body, not neglecting his hard cock. His hands go to her soft breasts, slippery from soap still, and they slip against his fingers as he squeezes softly.
“You need to come again?”
“Yes,” he says.
“So do I.”
She pushes him onto the stone bench along the wall and the rain shower head drips water onto their bodies as she squats above his lap, reaching down and taking hold of him. She lowers herself onto him and this time she is in charge.
The water runs down her breasts, over her stomach, between her legs. Between her legs… she feels his strength within her, matched by her own feminine strength, typically more flexible, supplicant. But now she dominates his. He is helpless before her. His eyes are on her breasts and then her eyes. She looked down into his.
She feed him throbbing inside of her. His eyes widen and he opens his mouth to speak. She covers it and keeps riding. Suddenly she rides him harder, squeezing his cock with her body. He feels his orgasm coming and she feels it too.
She feels his breath between her fingers. He moans and his body slackens. His legs and arms weaken. He can’t resist her. Can’t push her off.
She feels the first shot within her and she slams down onto him, pushing her softness against his body, squeezing as she lifts off, milking another shot out of him. As she feels each stream of cum, her orgasm builds until it is inevitable.
She slams against him, her warm and wet pussy lips sticking to his skin, she writhes against him and thinks about his hard cock inside. She wraps her arms around his neck and arches her back as she reaches orgasm.
She slides off of him, cum falls to the floor. She rinses off.
“I really need to get back.”
“I know. At least now you’ll sleep as well as he is.”
She wraps a towel around herself. Drying off. She grabs her clothes and turns back as he leaves the bathroom.
“This never happened.”
He motions a zipping of his lips.
“Thanks,” she says.
She runs down the hall, back to their room. Lies down beside her husband. Falls asleep