"I now pronounce you wife and husband. You may kiss each other."
The bride and groom embraced and kissed. I suppose it would actually be more correct to say she kissed him. Either way all of us in the audience erupted in applause.
I was at the wedding of my friend Julie. We'd been friends for years but I actually hadn't seen her in a while. I was a little surprised to get the invite, to be honest, but knew I had to be here. The wedding was at a resort about five hours from home, close enough to not be much of a hassle but far enough so everybody had rooms to stay for the weekend. Which only meant things could get as wild as we wanted at the reception. And I intended to let loose. I knew enough of Julie's friends and family to know it would be a very attractive guest list. At the top of that list would be Julie's big sister Samantha.
Julie and I had actually hooked up a few times years ago. The sex was great but not totally fulfilling. Both she and I were too dominant to work as a couple. We used it as a chance to experiment and give each other what we needed in the short term but it really just solidified how dominant we both were. We knew we could have some hot sex but it wouldn't work beyond that. Thankfully we were able to stay friends. And the sexual tension between us only added some spice to the friendship.
Of course this was also the reason I never made a move on her sister. I always had the feeling that Samantha was the more submissive member of the family, just watching the dynamics of their relationship it was clear Julie, despite being younger, was the leader between them. You like to imagine the two of them experimenting but I never had any reason to think it had actually happened. After sleeping with Julie I didn't feel right jumping over to Samantha. But that was years ago and now that Julie was married...
I made my way to the reception area to find my table. Unsurprisingly, the ever controlling Julie had things planned to the smallest detail. Not only had tables been assigned but the seats at those tables as well. How lucky for me that I was sitting directly across from Samantha. She watched me sit down but looked away with a smile when I caught her eye. I smirked to myself, this might be easier than I thought.
The reception was wonderful, great food, great music, and the as-predicted incredibly hot guests. Julie and her new husband Carl were making the rounds thanking everybody for attending. I had never met her now-husband but he seemed like exactly what Julie needed. He was small and very pretty and perfectly attentive to her every need. There was no doubt in my mind what their relationship was like in and out of the bedroom.
As they got to our table I stood to introduce myself. I shook his hand firmly and pulled him in close so he had to look up at me.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, you are one lucky man."
"Thank you, I couldn't feel luckier."
Julie moved over and gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"It's so great to see you! Thanks for coming!"
"Wouldn't miss it for the world. Thanks for inviting me."
Just then a song we had danced to many times came on. I gave her a look and nodded towards the dance floor. She smiled back at me.
"You don't mind if I steal your wife." I asked Carl in a way that was clearly not actually a question.
His eyes shifted to Julie who gave the slightest nod, he looked back at me, "not at all. Enjoy."
I took Julie's hand and we moved to the dance floor.
"What a good boy you have there." We both laughed.
We held each other and swayed to the music.
"Congratulations, Mrs...?"
Julie laughed, "you
know
I'm not changing my last name."
I laughed, "oh of course not, whatever was I thinking. But is
he
changing
his
?"
"That I haven't decided on that yet."
"I'm sure he'll happily call himself whatever you want."
"There's little doubt of that," she laughed.
"Seriously, congratulations. He seems perfect for you. And I've never seen you happier."
"Thank you, I really am. How are you enjoying yourself tonight?"
"I'm having a great time. And the night's still young. Thanks for inviting me. And for the lovely view."
"Mmm, I thought you might enjoy that."
"On my way up here I was a little worried what you'd think if I were to make that move."
"We're all adults here. And I'm pretty sure my big sister would appreciate your, *ahem* talents."
"Aren't you the thoughtful little sister?"
The song was winding down.
"Thanks for the dance, I'm glad you could make it to the wedding, it really is great seeing you again, let's not fall out of touch this time."
"I agree, I'd definitely like us to be closer."
It was then I noticed Carl was watching us rather intently.
"Was he watching us the whole time?"
"I'm sure he was and I'm sure he enjoyed every moment of it.
I raised my eyebrows, "perhaps he'd like something more to watch," I bent down to give her a hug, I let my hand slide down her back but not quite get to her ass, in return she gave me a soft kiss on the lips.
She smiled at me and we walked arm-in-arm back to the table. I gave her another hug and then let her get back to making the rounds. As I sat down I noticed that Carl wasn't the only one who had been watching us. Samantha tried to act aloof but had clearly been keeping her eyes on us. I detected a hint of jealousy.
I continued eating my meal and chatting with the others at the table while always keeping my focus on Samantha. She was trying to pretend she didn't see me but couldn't keep herself from trying to steal glances at me. And every time she caught my eyes she'd quickly look away embarrassed that she'd been caught but exhilarated that she'd been seen.
As the night went on I hit the dance floor and made a point of dancing with many of Julie's hot cousins and friends but not Samantha. During each dance I'd be sure to find Samantha with my eyes to see her reaction. She couldn't help herself but keep her focus on me.
Eventually I made my way back to the table where I found Samantha having a drink and talking to her cousin Daphne. I walked right to Samantha, they stopped talking and looked up at me.
"Dance with me"
Without a word Samantha stood up and offered me her hand. I took it and led her to the dance floor. There was an upbeat song playing and we both got into it. Our hips were in unison as we moved to the beat. She was grinding her ass against my dick. I slid my hands up and down her body. I spun her around and pulled her close. My hand slid down her body to her smooth, tone thigh. She nearly flashed the dance floor when I lifted her knee and held her as we gyrated to the music.
I could see the passion in her eyes and feel the heat of her body as we kept dancing for the next few songs. She still hadn't said a word since I took her from the table.
Before too long a slow song started. I grabbed her hand and pulled her close. She had a little bit of height on me, especially in her three inch heels. We swayed to the music as we held each other. I let my hand slide down her back to settle just above her round ass. She gave me a knowing look and just smiled.
Looking around the dance floor I noticed a lot of eyes looking back at us. "It seems we've attracted a bit of attention."
"We have been putting on quite the show. And I think a lot of them have been waiting for us to hook up for a while now."
"We wouldn't want to disappoint them, would we?"
"I
hate
to disappoint."
"I might hold you to that. When this song ends, collect your belongings and meet me by the exit."
"Mmmm, yes sir," Sam said in a slightly mocking tone.
As the song ended I gave her a kiss on the cheek, put my suit jacket on, and waited for her. She grabbed her stuff and joined me. Neither of us said a word we just turned to leave. I put my hand on her upper back and slid it down again, but this time not stopping at the top of her ass. Instead I got a handful of her lovely backside and squeezed it obviously, I looked over my shoulder finding Daphne watching us leave. I gave her a wink and playfully smacked Sam's ass. I guided Sam towards the elevator using her ass. I hoped the rest of the guests were watching too.
We entered the elevator alone. As soon as the door closed I moved towards Sam backing her up against the wall, she looked at me with lust in her eyes. I pushed one knee between her legs causing her to spread them. I kept my right hand on her ass and slid my left up the front of her body. I gave her right breast a squeeze before sliding my hand up to her throat. I wrapped my hand around it and lightly squeezed. Not enough to make her worry about her next breath but enough to make sure she knew who was in control.
Our mouths moved together and we kissed for the first time. Our tongues danced with one another. I removed my mouth from hers and moved to nibble on her ear lobe. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning as I whispered to her.
"We're going to my room. Do you know what's going to happen when we get there?"
"Mmmmm," she moaned, her lower lip quivering, "whatever you want."
"That excites you?"
"Fuck yes. I want to be used."
"What else?"
"Spanked."
"And?"
"And fucked. And treated like a whore. And anything you want."
"Are you going to be a good girl for me?"
She just moaned in response. I slid my right hand between her legs and felt how wet her panties already were.
"Are you going to be my Samantha Slut? Are you going to do as you're told?"
"Fuck," she moaned, "yes, sir."
I kissed her again. "Mmmm, good. Because I
