We were at a friend’s wedding. It was my boyfriend, Max’s friend, and this became quite a complication. The difficulty was that I didn’t really know this friend very well and Max had spent all day socialising and mooching around the wedding, so naturally I felt quite alone sitting unaccompanied at the nuptials. The ceremony came to pass and the meal and reception were shortly after at a big, fancy hotel. Earlier in the day I was thinking of everyday, mundane things such as how my little pink and black lace dress compared to the other guests choice of clothing, laundry and the weather, but as the day wore on, my thoughts took a steamier turn.
Although Max is the one for me, I always have and always will be attracted to the fairer sex. There was a woman at the wedding reception that I couldn’t help but take a sneaky look at. She danced with her boyfriend and her dress was so short that the dance looked like a sexy show for all that was there. She wore a light blue, figure hugging body con dress that barely skimmed her ass cheeks. At one point, I watched her dance for such a long time, I didn’t realise Max was sitting next to me.
“Enjoying the show?!” He jokingly asked.
“Me …Oh erm, yeah well, good day?” I stuttered.
Max laughed and his eyes twinkled. I could see that images of the girl burying her face in my pussy were flashing through his mind. “Well, fancy a dance?”
“Yes please!” I said eagerly. My legs were stiff with a day of no movement.
We walked towards the dance floor, hand in hand and started to dance. We were being quite silly having fun, and I didn’t take any notice of the girl who was dancing right next to us. Max bumped into her and turned quickly to see her fall. I was shocked, lying on the floor, legs open, I could see everything. The black lacy thong over her pussy, her long tanned legs, I stood there mouth wide open.
“Oh my, I’m so sorry about that! Are you okay?” Max asked in a caring tone.
“Yeah don’t worry, I’m fine!” She replied, a smile spreading across her face. “I’m Tegan.” She exclaimed, walking over to me.
Quickly I composed myself and smiled, reciprocating her hand shake. “Hi, I’m Libby.”
“I’ll catch you later?” Tegan questioned, like we knew each other.
“Yeah, sure.” I replied, smiling.
She walked back to her boyfriend who was smiling at me too, and Max pulled me close for a slow dance.
“You’re thinking about that girl, aren’t you?” He whispered in my ear. His soft, sexy voice whispering into my ear never fails to turn me on.
I bit my lip and replied gently, “I’m thinking of you, me, and that girl.”
Through his smart trousers, I could feel his cock twitch.
We danced for quite a long time, drinking more, flirting, thinking of ripping each other’s clothes off and fucking hard. The night wore on and the guests were dispersing. We walked out of the party into the lobby and were we were greeted by Tegan and her boyfriend. Tegan was standing up against the wall giggling, and her boyfriend was in front of her laughing too. Max and I walked to some sofa’s in the lobby and Max shot me a cheeky look. I smiled wryly and flopped down on the huge sofa.
Not long after, Tegan and her boyfriend, Joe, joined us at the sofa. Tegan was sitting on the arm of the sofa near Max and I could see directly up her skirt. After a while she began tracing the edge of her dress with her finger. I looked up to see her looking at me. I shot my eyes away, watching Max deep in discussion with Joe. Tegan shuffled on the arm and exclaimed “I’m going to the toilet. Want to come, Libby?”
“Okay,” I replied, uncertainly.
She grabbed my hand and we walked to the toilets. How her ass moved when she walked was amazing.
As we walked into the toilet, Tegan pushed me against the door and breathed “You are so sexy, I’ve been wet thinking about eating you out all night.”
She put her lips to mine and kissed me hard, her tongue exploring my mouth. I couldn’t breathe, all I could think of was Max. I moaned, “Max…”
The kiss broke, “Would Max not approve?” Tegan questioned.
“Well, we’re together, this is… Cheating.” I replied.
“Would it be cheating if he was involved?” She asked, running her hands over my tits.
“I… We’ve never spoken about this.” I said.
Tegan stepped back and said, “Want to go speak to him about it?”
I walked from the toilets not knowing what to think. I had thought about it, yes, but this seemed too real.