Scandalous Wedding Weekend: I Bedded the Bride!

When I said yes to the wedding invite, a scandalous wedding weekend was not my plan.

Especially not a scandalous wedding weekend that I was a main part of!  I love a good wedding.  And I’ll always say yes to being a guest.  Open bar? Check!  Sexy slinky dress?  Check!  Hot delivery driver as my date? Check!  How could I say no to that?

The best part of the wedding invite is that I didn’t know a single soul.  All I had to do was show up with my hot date on my arm, be dressed to the nines, and enjoy myself!  After fucking Bradley all afternoon, he asked what I was up to this weekend.  Honestly, I had no plans.  Which I told him.  Casually, he mentioned he was the best man at his friend’s lake house wedding.  He asked if I’d accompany him as he was planning on going solo before meeting me.  So I said fuck it, why not?

When we arrived at the lake house, the party had already started.

Before we had even parked the car, the groom came running over.  He gave Bradley a giant hug and thrust a beer into his hand.  After a quick introduction to me, he was heading back to the main house with Bradley in tow.  Bradley looked over his shoulder apologetically.  But told me to go enjoy myself.  It didn’t seem like any kind of scandalous wedding weekend was going to happen with those two.  So I told him I’d see him later.

I didn’t mind.  I barely knew Bradley other than the handful of times we’d fucked when he dropped off packages.  He was cute.  And had a big dick.  Other than that, I didn’t need to know much more.  So I decided to wander down to the lake and check out the view.  As I walked down the rickety wooden steps, I saw the silhouette of a tall blonde at the water’s edge.  I didn’t want to bother her.  But something was drawing me in her direction.  When I got closer, she turned to look at me.  She was stunning!  Long blonde hair, blue eyes, and the most perfect pink pout I’d ever seen!

I apologized for interrupting.  She gave me the sweetest smile.  Then she asked if I was here for the wedding.  When I explained I was just a wedding date and I didn’t know anyone, she asked if I’d join her for a drink.  Maybe my scandalous wedding weekend would include a threesome!

She had an amazing suite in the hotel.  I was a little surprised she was all by herself.  But when I asked where her date was, she vaguely said he was off doing men’s stuff.  She handed me a glass of champagne.  And I couldn’t help but watch her full lips touch the glass.

That’s when the scandalous wedding weekend began!

After just a sip of champagne, she pulled the glass from my hand.  Then, she began kissing me.  Her lips were pillow soft, her tongue warm.  Her hands gripped my breasts.  And she slid her leg over my thigh and began gently rubbing herself against me.  I felt the dampness of her silky panties up and down my leg, and I let out a moan.  Then she lifted my dress up around my waist and slid my panties to the side, burying her fingers in my pussy.  And sucking my clit in between her perfect lips.

As I bucked my hips up against her mouth, I thought to myself that this was a scandalous wedding weekend I was not expecting!  Sure, I’d just gotten to know my date.  But I was certain he’d want to know if I was going to fuck another wedding guest a few minutes after arriving.  Then her tongue pressed into my cunt.  And I couldn’t think of anything other than the amazing orgasm I was about to have.  Right as I came, I knew I had to taste her.

Gently, I pushed her onto the bed and climbed on top of her, letting a trail of kisses go from her mouth, down her gorgeous tits, to that delicious pussy I had to have.  I devoured her pussy as she ran her fingers through my hair, gripping the strands tight in her fist as she came.

I figured, as far as a scandalous wedding weekend, this was pretty tame.

We shared a few more sensual kisses before she sat up and looked at the clock.  She apologized and told me that she had to get ready for the rehearsal dinner, murmuring something about being a bridesmaid.  Of course, I understood.  So I zipped my dress back up and decided it was probably time to find Bradley.

As I closed the door to her room behind me, I noticed the groom running down the hallway towards me.

“Hey, Kayla,” he said, a little breathless.  “Is my bride in there?  Everyone is waiting for her at the rehearsal dinner.”

I bit my lower lip, unsure of what to say.  Had I just fucked the bride?  What kind of scandalous wedding weekend had I gotten myself into?

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