Bridesmaids Delight (closed)

[BethJones]

It had taken months of planning and now the day was finally here. Lara had wanted this to be the most special day of her life, there had been many twists and turns, but today she would finally become Mrs Montgomery. Belle was just as relieved as maid of honour and Lara’s sister she had done a lot of the hard work to make today go smoothly.

By the time the evening came Belle was ready to relax, she had settled her sister at the top table and was now looking to spend some time with Frank, her long term partner. Belle enjoyed her first, second and third drink, all of which disappeared too quickly.

Choosing her own dress for the wedding had been the hardest job, Belle’s petite frame had made it difficult to find a dress that fitted and that she liked. She had finally settled on an ankle length, powder blue dress which hugged her slim figure. In an effort to avoid unsightly lines she had been forced to avoid wearing underwear, much to Frank’s delight.

As the drinks begin to flow Belle noticed someone, someone she wouldn’t expect to be here. She had handled the invites and was certain one had not been sent to her ex. Noticing he was there with a new girl. Needing a smoke to help her unwind, Belle slipped outside into the cool evening air. The air making her nipples harden and poke through the thin material of her dress.

She stood smoking, angry that he was here, she hated every inch of his body. The anger passionately swelling inside her as she thought about the break up, thought about what he had done to her. Her body tingled. What was she to do, she couldn’t tell Frank.

 

[StFornicate]

Marc had no idea who's wedding reception his girlfriend, Anna, was taking him to. She said it was one of her sorority sisters from college, and he hadn't asked any more questions. They were dressed nice for the occasion, and Marc had somehow managed to conceal his surprise when they arrived at the dance hall for the reception and discovered just who had gotten married.

Of course it was his ex-girlfriend's older sister. His ex, Belle, was the Maid of Honor, and boy did she look stunning. Seeing her like that made him wonder how he could ever cheat on her in the first place.

Well, he knew how. The memories came back to him in a flood as he and Anna found their seats, at a table with some of Anna's other sorority sisters. As the girls gossiped and reminisced, he remembered how Belle's "best friend", Courtney, had shown up at his apartment that one day, and Belle had walked in on them with his cock balls deep in Courtney's mouth.

Needless to say, it certainly hadn't ended well.

Suddenly, though, he and Belle made eye contact from across the crowded hall. He could see the anger and resentment in her eyes, and then she rushed off outside. He had a feeling he shouldn't be here, but there was little he could do about it now.

"I'm gonna have a smoke, doll," Marc said, kissing Anna on the cheek as he excused himself and headed for Belle.

He stepped out on the balcony. Her back was to him. He could see the tension she was holding in her body. He lit his own cigarette and took a deep breath. He approached her.

"Fancy seeing you here," he said, keeping just enough distance between them that she would have to take a step or two if she wanted to hit him. Honestly, he wouldn't fault her for it one bit.


Marc

Anna

 

[BethJones]

The cigarette disappeared quickly, Belle was furious, the anger bubbling inside her. She lit a second cigarette, trying to calm herself, not wanting to spoil her sister’s big day. Her body tense with rage, the cool night air doing nothing to help the situation, instead only tensing her further.

Of all the places she could bump into Marc, it had to be here. The irony was the first time they had met had been at a wedding, and Belle had been a bridesmaid. Marc had won her over with charm and alcohol. Before the night was out they had found themselves in one of the dark, out of use rooms.

Belle remembered that night well, they had enjoyed wild, passionate sex. They had fucked at the venue then spent the whole night fucking in Belle’s hotel room. The memories stirred the excitement she had felt that night. Quickly the happy thoughts were replaced again with the sheer hatred she had, to have come home early and found him with Courtney. The real pain came from never knowing why he had cheated. The pair had enjoyed sex on an almost daily basis, she was good in bed, and she had plenty of men to vouch for that.

Whilst her head swirled with the good and bad times she heard footsteps approaching. Composing herself she took another drag on the cigarette, before turning to greet the stranger. Putting her smile back on her face she slowly turned. She couldn’t believe her eyes as marc lit up behind her and casually greeted her, “Fancy seeing you her.”

Not usually one to be lost for words, Belle was speechless. She paused gathering her thoughts, “Imagine seeing the sister of the bride at her wedding,” Belle responded sharply. Reaching for another cigarette, she slipped it into her mouth and proceeded to flick the lighter, her frustration grew as the lighter failed to light. In a fit of rage, Belle threw the lighter down over the balcony. She tried desperately to control the mix of feelings, desperate not to make a scene at her sister’s wedding.

Marc offered her a light, Belle wanted to refuse, but was desperate for her fill of calming nicotine. She accepted reluctantly, lighting up and taking a long hard drag. Returning the lighter, belle leant forward over the balcony rail, the tight material clinging to her body, showing off her beautiful round bum. She looked out into the night, composing herself with another lung full of smoke. “Why are you here?” she asked calmly. “I mean, why are you still here? You could have made an excuse and gone... does she know about the history?” Belle continued trying to make some sense of the situation.

Deep down she wanted to grab him with both hands and throw him after her lighter. He was lucky that she cared so much for her sister.

 

[StFornicate]

"I didn't exactly have a chance to elaborate," Marc replied, leaning against the rail. "And I'm not about to leave my girlfriend here without her date."

The word "girlfriend" felt like poison coming out of his mouth, and he was sure it stung his ex, Belle, to hear the word. But it was too late to take it back, like so much else in his life.

His eyes lingered on her body. Her dress was a perfect fit, showing off her curves in the most delightful way. He couldn't help but recall their first night together, in such a similar situation. Another wedding... Drinks and flirtation and fucking like mad needy animals in heat. He'd never told her about the girlfriend he's abandoned at that particular wedding, either.

Hmm. Maybe he was just a serial cheater. It had never mattered how good a partner was in bed, or how crazy they were about each other. He could never resist the lure of something new, exciting, forbidden.

Like now. She was just as forbidden now, if not more so, than she had been back then on that first night.

"You're right, though," he said. "I should just leave. I'm sorry. I never meant to cause you any problems at your sister's wedding. I didn't even know that's who was getting married today. I just came because Anna asked me to."

He dropped the cigarette and crushed it out under his heel. "Have a good night," he said, turning to walk away.

 

[BethJones]

"I should just leave," strangely the words seemed to make Bella even more angry.

"As always, turn and run away," she snapped "Just like when you had your cock in Courtney's mouth... you sensed trouble and ran... 6 weeks before you even bothered to call." Bella was furious, she realised she still had so many unanswered questions. The fact he had cheated and hadn't had the decency to hang around for the fallout.

"That's you all over..." she continued turning on him. Bella paused taking a deep breath as she caught sight of her sister from the corner of her water filled eye. "You best stay... not for me, not for your girlfriend... but for her... she is all tht matters tonight." Bella sighed, fighting back the tears.

"I need to freshen up," she said sternly as she pushed past Marc, the fleeting touch sent a shock through her body, a jolt of something stirring within. Bella slipped through the large room unnoticed, taking the quieter, smaller toilets on the first floor.

 

[StFornicate]

Her accusations stung deep, but he knew they were true. He had tucked tail and run away from her.

He glowered at her as she brushed past him, and watched her with a dark look on his face as she returned to the rapidly filling dance hall. The hustle and bustle certainly meant the dinner would be served shortly, and Marc knew he ought to return to the table.

He followed Bella instead. Slipping through the crowded hall, he spied her go through a door, and he moved after her. Down a hallway, dark. Not the restroom guests were encouraged to use. He saw her babyblue dress move through another door, and he followed her.

He took a deep breath.

He pushed the door open.

"Okay Bella," he said, shutting the door behind him.

"Let's just have it out and be done with it. Yes I cheated. No, Courtney wasn't the only one. I was a damn fool because you were, and still are, an amazing woman."

 

[BethJones]

Bella jumped as she wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes. "If I am so amazing, why?" she asked feeling a knot tighten in her stomach. As she asked the question she wasn't sure she wanted the answer. She was happy, in a stable relationship, settled, looking at buying a house with Frank, she was the happiest she had ever been.

The biggest bind was the fact she had been denied that final fuck, the one that always happened as a one off, the parting fuck. The one that left her in the power seat, the one that said you screwed me over, now I've screwed you one last time.

There was a strange tension hanging in the room. A tension between too lovers not between to people who hated each other.

 

[StFornicate]

"Why? You really want to know?" Mark said, shaking his head. "Because I could. I though I could get away with it. I was young and dumb and selfish."

He took a step towards her. His eyes took her in, her body looking amazing in that dress. "I'm not sure i even really learned my lesson," he said, a hunger alight in his eyes. He had always wanted her, still. He had always just been too scared to have this moment with her, to admit his failings as a human being out loud.

And his own girlfriend, out in the reception hall, was the furthest from his mind.

 

[BethJones]

"I hate you... I hate you," she screamed as she slapped her hands on his chest. "Do you know what you did to me... do you know how you made me feel?" Bella took a deep breath, locking back the tears that filled her eyes.

"Why did you follow me?" she asked a little puzzled, one minute he was leaving the next he was following her around the hotel. Her eyes met with his, she saw the hunger that was deep in his eyes, the hunger she had spotted at their first encounter.

She knew she shouldn't, not here, not with Frank down stairs, not with Marc's gorlfriend downstairs. yet all she could think about as she looked deep inside his eyes, was being bent over and fucked. To feel his cock deep inside her. Her heart pounding in her chest as she imagined him taking her. Inside a fire still burnt for him, a fire that she needed him to extinguish.

 

[StFornicate]

He let her hit him; he could tell she needed the release, and nevermind that he deserved it.

Each swat caused more and more blood to rush to his loins. The pure emotion coming from her was as much a turn-on now as it ever had been when the emotion in question had been lust or desire. There was a need in her blows, and his body responded naturally to it.

He grabbed a hold of her when she asked him why he followed her, and pulled her against his hard chest. He could feel her firm tits mashed against his body, and his cock throbbed, restrained in his pants.

"Because I want you," he whispered.

 

[BethJones]

There was something in his words that made her content, the fact he wanted her, the fact she was off limits, the fact that she held the power. She felt her body press agaisnt him, she felt his warmth.

Belle let out a sigh as she relaxed, the anger still burning inside. The truth be told, at this moment in time she wanted him. She looked directly into her eyes, auto pilot taking control as she pressed her lips to his. The electric feeling returned as her soft red lips pressed tight to his. She kissed slowly, enjoying his taste. The kiss developed quickly as she felt an urgency.

At this moment no one else mattered, this was what she needed, the chance to get some closure.

 

[StFornicate]

The kiss caught him off guard, though perhaps it shouldn't have. One of the things Marc had loved about her was the fact that when she wanted something, she went after it.

And apparently, right now, she wanted him. Her lips on his were like candy... No, better than candy.

A drug.

It didn't take long at all for the old familiar rush of his addiction to her to come back in full force, and their passion and desire ignited. His tongue slid past her lips, his hands gripped her tightly to him before freely wandering her body, groping her ass and her chest, those luscious tits.

He immediately realized she was not wearing a damn thing beneath her skin tight dress. He probably should have noticed that earlier, but the realization now caused his cock to throb in a desperate need once more.

 

[BethJones]

Belle couldn't help herself, she kissed deeply, letting her tongue swirl with Marc's enjoying the warmth of his tongue against hers. She pressed herself tight to his body as she felt his hands explore her.

Desperately Belle fiddled with Marc's belt, desperate to remind herself what his cock was like, desperate to see if the mental image was as good as the reality. She wasn't disappointed as she eased off his trousers, feeling this throbbing bulge inside his tight boxers. Her hand rubbed his shaft through the material as she kissed him even more passionately.

Belle broke the kiss, "How much do you want me?" she asked as she stepped back towards the marble work top that housed the sink.

 

[StFornicate]

"I've never stopped wanting you..." Marc replied, immediately moving towards her. He grabbed her hips and picked her right up off the ground and sat her ass down on the marble counter top between handwashing sinks.

A short alarm went off in Marc's head; the door wasn't locked! Anyone could easily walk in on them! The thrill, the rush, only spurred him onward as his hands tugged at the babyblue fabric of her dress, pulling it up her legs even as he dropped his boxers to his ankles, fully exposing his now rock-hard cock to his ex-girlfriend.

They kissed again, his hands aggressively roaming her body now, moving her into position and hiking her dress up around her butt...

 

[BethJones]

Marc was still as strong as ever, he lifted her light frame easily onto the counter. He tugged at her dress revealing her smooth, tanned legs. Belle reached out to stroke his long hard cock as it throbbed in mid air.

THe cool work top only served to stoke the fire inside as sshe wriggled herself into position. it felt so wrong, yet so right. The dress edged up further still, exposing her soft pubic patch and moist lips. She had tried shaving completely once and had hated the feeling of hair growing back, since then she had maintained a tidy pubic area.

Belle aimed Marc's cock at her lips, pressing herself to meet his bulbous head. With a small ammount of pressure he eased inside. Belle groaned as she felt him pressing inside her tight opening. marc was thicker than Frank and immediately he began to strtech her, making her feel full.

 

[StFornicate]

"Jesus fuck," Marc grunted as he felt Bella's amazingly tight wetness enclose around the head of his cock. He savored the moment. God how he had wanted her, and here he was, having her again! He groaned and held onto her hips as he slowly pushed his cock deeper inside her. The feel of her pussy stretching open around him was intensely erotic, and it took him back to their first time... Ironically or not, in a bathroom quite similar to this one.

He looked up at her then, and their eyes locked, a million different emotions swirling about them.

"You still fucking hate me?" Marc grunted at her, and then used his hips to drive his length suddenly, fully into her!

 

[BethJones]

"Fuck yessssss," Belle grunted feeling him suddenly jolt his length inside her. She panted heavily as her body tried to adjust to the sudden, but welcome intrusion. She felt as marc slowly eased himself back, feeling every ridge of his veiny cock as he pulled all the way out.

With barely a chance to take a breath, she felt Marc slide deep inside her again. Panting hard and deep as she felt her body desperately trying to adjust to his girth and length. Her hands wrapped around the edge of the worktop, trying to hold herself steady as marc began to move slowly back and forth. She was powerless to his movements, each time a new pleasurable sensation swept through her body.

As Marc continue to ease his cock back and forth, the worktop bean to vibrate, the sensation only adding to the pleasure. It was only when the vibration stopped, then started again that Belle realised it was her bag, or more importantly the phone inside her bag.

At first she ignored the phone, the vibration felt good, Marc felt good, the whole experience felt amazing. The phone continued vibrating to the point that Belle could no longer ignore it. She reached inside her bag between thrusts, showing Marc the caller, it was Lara.

 

[StFornicate]

Marc continued fucking Bella as she pulled out her phone, and he saw who it was that was calling. He smirked. The bride, of course.

He had never told Bella, and probably never could... But he had fucked her too.

He pulled his cock out of her for the moment, grasped her hips and pulled her towards him, off the counter... Only to spin her around and bend her over! His cock rubbed between her asscheeks before finding its way to her dripping, gaping pussy, and he used the head of his cock to tease her entrance, making her squirm.

"Well you really ought to answer that," he said, waiting for the moment that she pressed the green button to drive his cock fully into her yet again!

 

[BethJones]

Dress bunched around her waist, Bella leant forwards. She felt as Marc rubbed his wet cock between her cheeks, squirming as it rubbed over her tight, puckered anus. She felt him slip his cock lower, pressing just against her gaping lips.

She answered the phone holding it to her ear, "Yessssssss!" she squealed down the phone as Marc buried himself back inside her. She leant forward as her nipples pressed onto the cool surface. Panting as she tried to hold a conversation with Lara. "They're... serving dinner..." she moaned repeating back the message, "... right now... give me ten..." belle tried to reason for time to finish what was started, "ok...ok.. I'll be there now."

Belle panted hard as she hung up. "We need to get back... Lara needs me..." she panted a hint of disappointment. She eased off marc's cock reluctantly, glancing at his heavy balls. Smiling, "Probably just as well looking at the size of those," she laughed "If you'd cum inside i wouldn't have been able to move for cum running down my legs,"

Belle straightened up as best she could, dropping her dress over her legs. "We'll catch up later," Belle said as she slipped out of th toilet and returned to the hall for the meal.

 

[StFornicate]

And like that, she was gone. Marc leaned back against the wall, his cock still throbbing in desperate need of release, but he knew he needed to get back to the dinner table as well.

"Fuck me," he grunted, pulling up his pants. His did his best to conceal his erection, but the bulge in his pants was significant and somewhat obvious. He took a few deep breaths, paced the bathroom alone for a minute, letting his dick calm itself down, before wiping Bella's make-up off his face and heading out.

He made his way back the table with his girlfriend and all her sorority sisters and their bored boyfriends, sitting down just as the best man was clinking a fork against a glass to quiet folks down so he could deliver the toast.

"Sorry, ran into an old friend," Marc said, sliding into his seat next to Anna and kissing her cheek. He sat there and watched the proceedings at the head table, his eyes lingering on the bride and her maid of honor; two sisters, each of whom he'd had in bed before.

One of whom he was now quite determined to empty his balls into before the night was over.

 

[BethJones]

Belle had returned to the hall quickly, regretting not wearing any underwear as she felt her juices still flowing as she walked. She quickly took her seat on the top table, little flushed but that was soon explained away as her rush to return. making an excuse that she had run out of tobacco and had quickly nipped to a local shop.

As Belle slipped in next to Frank, he placed his hand on her leg, squeezing gently acknowledging she was there and that she had been missed. The speeches were a lot less exciting than being fucked in the bathroom, but non the less she sat through them, clapping appreciatively.

From the top table Belle could see Marc and his girlfriend, at this point she should feel some guilt for her actions, yet the overwhelming feeling was jealousy. She was jealous taht Anna got to use Marc's cock anytime she wanted.

The speeches ended and Bella excused herself for another smoke. Finding the cool air a pleasent release from the hot stuffy hall. The lights had been dimmed and music began to fill the grand hall. The chatter increased and the bar became busier as the free drinks evaporated and the paid bar opened.

 

[StFornicate]

Marc made sure to get a good share of the free drinks for himself and Anna. He was going to need it. Dinner was finished quickly, and loud music and all the people milling about gave Marc a window to sneak out after Bella. He snagged a couple glasses of red wine on his way, and joined her.

"I'm pretty sure you already threw your lighter away," he said, coming up behind her yet again. "Wine?" he asked her, offering her both the glass and his Zippo lighter.

 

[BethJones]

Belle lit up, smiling as she took the lighter, she was a lot calmer now and was happy to accept Marc at the party.

As she took a drag on the cigarette, she turned to Marc, "So where are you staying tonight?" she asked, trying to figure where and when they could finish their earlier buisness. As she stood in the cool air she was aware of the damp patch that had formed on her dress during the speeches. The darkness hiding it from those inside.

Her nipples once again hard and poking through the flimsy material of her dress. Hard in part because of the night air, but mostly from the sexual arousal she felt.

 

[StFornicate]

Marc smiled and lit his own cigarette. "I'm pretty sure Anna got a room here at the hotel," he said, taking a drag. "And you?" he asked her, well aware of where her thought process was leading.

They had unfinished business, after all.

"There you are," came a male voice from behind Marc. It was Frank, coming for Belle. "Come in and dance!"

Marc leaned against the railing, looking out at the lights of the city, and rolled his eyes.

 

[BethJones]

Frank knew nothing of Marc, Bella had never been able to face talking about their relationship. Bella smiled at Frank, disappointed that the earlier unfinished buisness would remain that way... for now at least.

Together Frank and Bella moved to the dance floor, each occassional glance back barely noticed by either man. Bella danced with Frank for a number of songs, her eyes drawn towards Marc. Eventually, a song was played htat neither wanted to dance to. Frank took the break as a chance to excuse himself.

Bella searched the hall looking for Marc wanting to seize this opportunity. She looked everywhere with no luck. Disappointed she returned to the bar to drown her sorrows, assuming that Marc had left already.