The Sexy Bride

A black and white image of a bride, with a man under her dress.

“Yes! Oh god, yes! More!”

Their whispers didn’t reach the corners of the room, unlike the scent of their fucking. Her heels were just the right height to tilt her hips in the perfect angle for him to hit her sweet spot while fucking her over the huge ebony table. She held onto the dress bundled around her middle; he to her bottom, framed by the pristine white straps of her garters.

“Harder!” she spurred him on and spread her legs wider to show him how much she wanted it.

His body slapped against hers. For a brief moment, she looked at the door. It was locked, but only for a second she worried someone outside might hear them. Her attention snapped back to their coupling when he grabbed her hips and used them to drive even deeper.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned, “holy mother of… oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.”

The more she moaned, the tighter his fingers closed around her flesh of her hips, and the harder he fucked her. A low groan started deep in his throat, and telltale sign his climax was as close as hers. Jackie tightened the muscles in her cunt, keeping her orgasm back until the familiar twitching inside signaled his release.

Her own juices mixed with his.

Mike released her wrists, while she kept her dress in place around her hips, and took a small step back from her. Only when he took the fabric over from her, the bride let go.

“Ready?” he asked, and she nodded.

Holding onto the meters of fabric of Jackie’s wedding dress, Mike waited until she stood up before he gently lowered her dress. Just before the material obscured his view, he saw his semen running down the inside of her right thigh. He smiled while arranging the three-meter train of her wedding dress behind her.

Mike stepped closer, and his arms circled around her waist.

They watched each other as their lips moved closer and only closed their eyes when their lips gently touched.

He stepped away, and once more asked: “Ready?”

The hallway was empty.

Everyone waited inside the small church for the wedding ceremony to begin. Two officials stood at the double doors and opened it when they approached. All heads turned, and all eyes watched Jackie as she walked down the aisle to tie the knot with her future husband.

With each slow step she took, a tiny bit of fluid squeezed from her naked cunt and joined the trail of wetness running down her legs. She glanced over at Mike and they smiled.

If only the people knew…

Jackie had deliberately timed her steps to last one full song — their song — before they finally reached the front of the church. They stood next to each other for some seconds before, as if on cue, they turned to each other and smiled.

Jackie reached her hands to Mike’s and briefly they stood like that before she leaned forward, kissed him on his cheek and said: “Thank you.”

Mike, watching as the bride turned towards her future husband, took his place behind her as her best man.

If only people knew how appropriate this title was…


This story was first published three years ago, almost to the day. Who doesn’t like a sexy bride?!


© Rebel’s Notes
Image from Pixabay

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