Laughing, Natalya surveyed the other bridesmaids and realized they were totally taken in by the stripper routine on stage. She tried to cover up, put on her good girl face, and pretend she was just another airhead to fit in. It wasn't working. The fireman and the police officer, stripped down to just boxers, took her hands and started tugging her up to join them. Protesting politely, Natalya stage whispered, "I'm not the bride," and made an effort to point to Max's demure blushing friend. They just laughed in response, muttering something like "We want the fun one," and Natalya had to go along with the performers until she was seated center stage with four muscular men flanking her.
Taking things in stride, Natalya fought down her natural irritation from being led places like chattel and decided to have fun. She was only in town for the weekend, an invitation from Max to come out, so Natalya needed to make the most of it. "I think these boys have been very naughty," she declared and the partially undressed police officer gave her a nervous look. "Maybe I should put them over my lap and give them a spanking for wrongful detention and imprisonment against my will." She sugarcoated the words to evoke cheers from the audience, but the dancers got a measure of Natalya's iron will beneath the surface.
Professionals who had been coached over and over ago to roll with the punches, the dancers obliged Natalya and offered a sacrifice. The handsome EMT costumed stripper pleaded with Natalya to go easy since it was a first offense and then bent over in front of her. The other dancers were smiling but keeping a close eye on the petite brunette. They expected her to grab their friend's bits or something equally dubious.
Natalya lightly smacked the rock hard buttocks presented to her and then laughed. "Ow! That hurts. He's got buns of steel!" Her exclamation made it clear that she was now part of the show, and Natalya knew that gave her a social advantage. "Now that woman right there - see her pretty smile - you wouldn't know it, but she's been very bad. Why don't we bring her up here and get her spankings out of the way before her white wedding day!"
The crowd of women roared, and the strippers went along with jeering and cheering while bringing the blushing bride to be to the stage. Natalya whispered loud enough for everyone to hear, "Now I think it's best if she's over my lap... you boys might put an eye out." The crowd roared some more, and women in the back were craning their necks to see if the strippers had erections.
Natalya publicly played along, bending Max's friend over her knee and encouraging each of the strippers to swat her bottom. They were playful about it, gyrating around the two women, and finished up after a few minutes before leading both ladies from the stage. If anyone thought it was strange that the bride to be was crying and clinging to Natalya then no one said anything. Those who noticed probably thought it was just alcohol and happiness and... well, people cry over the strangest things.
The actual reason was more real than imagined though. The bride to be sobbed while Natalya held her, shoo'ing away her heavyset friends so they could sit down together, and then the sobbing woman accepted a shot of something blue and sweet from Max's companion. The strippers left the stage and pelvic thrust their way through the crowd, collecting tips, and then two cowboys charged out from the wings and started daring each other to a showdown.
Her friends were already cheering and shouting, but the bride to be was making pleading eyes at Natalya. She knew her promises. She knew her commitments. Couldn't Natalya change Max's mind though? The tears were only a natural reaction, even though the pretty young woman knew Natalya would think less of her because she was crying. The male strippers had only gently swatted her bottom, but Natalya's control of the situation had made the understanding between them crystal clear. One look into the petite brunette's hard eyes told her that Natalya would be true to her word.
Sniffling and grateful for the napkin that Natalya handed her, she willed herself to be strong. She wasn't crying out of joy, and she wasn't crying out of fear. She was crying because she knew what was expected from her. Marriage or not. Somehow that bonded her to Natalya, and she fantasized that Max had a similar hold over his primary companion.
The words from her bachelorette party replayed over and over again while she walked down the aisle the following weekend, her father beaming with pride and her soon to be husband standing in his kilt and white shirt by the altar. Natalya's whispers seemed to murmur along with the organ's booming notes that resounded through the small chapel. With each step, her white dress flowed over the floor while her pussy trembled and her buttocks clenched. Their shared understanding swelled up inside of her and became a crescendo that made her fumble her vows and blush before starting again and getting them right. In the corner of her eye, she saw Natalya standing next to Max, the two of them slowly nodding as they followed along with the wedding ceremony. Overheating despite her exposed cleavage, Natalya's words made her feel so conflicted and yet so desperately in need of something more.
The ride in the limo from the church to the reception was slow enough for her husband to tease her for blushing while he enjoyed feeling her up. She didn't mind, not one bit, and he was excited and hard when his fingers discovered her molten sex underneath her dress. They only had time for a quick fingering and a handjob, and both rushed through the motions because they didn't know when the limo would stop. Only later would her dad ask if they had deliberately circled the reception hall four times. Her husband gave the driver a very good tip after finding out about his discrete accommodation.
Once everyone was seated, the bride could see Max and Natalya sitting amongst people that they didn't know. He amused himself by telling stories and luring younger folks to do silly things. Natalya let the women talk with her, but maintained her usual distance from people. Fussing with her wedding band on her finger, she had to wonder what Natalya had promised to Max. With her moist pussy seeping juices, she was caught wondering how far she could go. Distracted, she smiled and blushed while trying to control her breathing. Her husband sat through her father's toast, and his best friend since high school rambled on for a bit before finishing up. She sipped her water, her husband's hand caressing her arm, while some announcements were made. When their table was invited to go to the buffet first, she declined and asked her husband to bring her back some sweets and salad.
Her eyes were on Max, and he nodded with a wink. No one could see what she was doing. The head table had a full dropcloth in front of it. Hand fluffing her dress, lifting it up enough to allow air to circulate between her legs, the bride fanned herself with one hand while stealthily working her other hand up her stockings to her inner thigh. She used her ring finger to fuck her wet pussy and enjoyed the perverse gesture. No one else noticed, but Max's eyes were on her face, and he smiled and raised a glass to toast her personally. He didn't break eye contact until he needed to gesture toward the head table guests who were close to returning to their seats.
She was flushed when her husband returned, and her passionate kiss made the bridesmaids swoon. The big man took it in stride, blushing bright red but happy to feed his pretty wife salad and some chocolate croissants that he'd taken from the dessert tray. Everyone else was talking and a comfortable murmur filled the reception hall. After half an hour, the DJ started up his kit, and called the bride and groom to the dance floor.
The first dance was lovely as the gown bedecked woman and her Scottish clan husband managed to do their best. Her father danced with her next and told her how beautiful she looked and that she was blushing rose red. They all presumed that it was a bit of alcohol and heat, but Max knew the truth. He came up with Natalya and joined the bride, the three of them dancing together until he broke off and left Natalya with his friend so he could congratulate her husband and chat with the best man.
Natalya asked. The bride blushed so hard that her crimson cheeks burned and then she nodded in response. With a platonic peck on the cheek, Natalya leaned over the bride's flowing dress and whispered something in her ear. She had to hold the young woman up for a moment when she faltered, and then bobbed her head along while the bride feverishly whispered back to her. Natalya finally cut her off with another chaste peck and then handed her back to her husband. He danced with his new wife for one more song before going out to smoke cigars with his brothers. When Max took her hands, the bride swallowed, and then he danced her around to the people mingling on the reception hall floor, mixing with different members of the bridal party and her friends while making a show of bringing her to each group to spend some time with everyone.
When she excused herself to smoke a cigar and use the restroom, Natalya went with her. Max continued to amuse himself with some of the younger men, sending them off to try and hook up with various women, and then apologizing with a laugh if the pickup lines blew up in their faces. It wasn't long before he had two dozen people including a few older couples all dancing and cavorting together. So when he saw the bride come out of the bathroom looking a little stiff and overheated, Max wasn't surprised that she went straight outside to smoke. He let it go. The stress of the wedding and juggling her husband's expectations would likely be overwhelming for a while. He went back to entertaining the crowd and keeping the people mixing while both the bride and groom lingered outside.
A little while later, the DJ decided to play the latest fad dance songs. Max went out and fetched the bride, knowing she wouldn't want to miss being with her friends for too long. She held onto his arm all the way to the door, and then she pushed him aside and made her entrance, mock galloping into a circle of her friends before letting them twirl her around. A group of bridesmaids and close friends started prancing about to a new Psy hit, and Max laughed and joined at the edge. Whenever the bride looked his way, shy and trying to hide her blushing cheeks, he winked and played along. She imagined that he knew what she had done. He was glad to see her happy on her wedding day.
The party slowly wound down, and Max and Natalya thanked the bride's parents for the good times and good food before leaving the country club and starting the walk back to the parking lot. They waved to the groom, still smoking with his brothers and finishing a fifth of Scottish whiskey. They were going to leave it at a wave to the bride, but she asked them to wait. She'd changed into something more comfortable once the sun had gone down, but the skirt and blouse suited her well that Max didn't tease her about ditching her wedding dress before making it to the honeymoon suite.
The bride tried to link arms with them, but Natalya demurred. She held out her hand and Max gave her the keys, and, with a nod, Natalya left the bride and Max alone. She headed off at a brisk pace down the winding path in front of them while Max and the bride took their time and strolled under the trees. "Did you have something to say?" Max asked gently. He had always been fond of the soft hearted brunette with her cute dimples and quiet lusts. Whatever her constant attention had been about, he was sure she had something to share.
It made her choke up, so she practiced swallowing and framing the words. "Natalya told me... I mean she reminded me..." She looked at Max and brushed her hand over his short silver and grey hair. He was warm to the touch from dancing, and the feeling of his skin made her pussy shudder pleasantly. "I'll always be yours to fist." It came out in a rush, and she had to take a deep breath while Max walked alongside her like this was nothing unusual to hear. "And... if you call me then I will be there. Just like Natalya reminded me." She didn't want Max to think that she was trying to control him or demand anything from him.
