A friend of mine named Rusty called me telling me he was to be married. His bride's parents were wealthy.
His wedding would be held at their country estate in a private back lawn area. To them it was a small house, but certainly mansion to anyone else. It had eight bedrooms, nine bathrooms, on forty acres of well-kept landscape, with-out buildings, and caretaker's cottage. It was a Mansion.
"I wanted you to be my best man -- or woman in this case," Rusty explained.
"But Christy wouldn't go for it. All I could convince her was for you to be a groom's man. I mean grooms woman. You're so whipped," I replied.
"I would have loved being best woman but I will settle for groom's woman. I hope Christy is worth it. Do I get a tux?"
"Yes, you get a tux. Go by Adams tux rental and get fitted. I have an account there have them bill it to my account."
Rusty's wedding was three weeks after his phone call. I went to be fitted for a tux but didn't like style that Rusty had chosen for his groom's man. It was not right for a woman like me.
I am 5' 8" tall and 135 pounds (maybe a touch more - I'll never tell) size 38 DD. I have brown hair with blonde streak, not too blonde, but streaked, and sparkling emerald green eyes, which you can be seen in darkness.
My breasts are large, pouty, and sometimes very perky. My nipples are almost always hard or aroused. I needed something that fit my style. So I picked out a tux especially for me. Stock lady who worked in fitting at tux rental knew wedding colors in and helped me to color coordinate perfectly.
When I showed up at wedding, well let's just say that jaws hit their floor. I was supposed to be in a black tux like men who wore white shirt, black stripe pants, cummerbund with black morning coat and tails. I was dressed in a white low cut blouse, white lace push-up bra underneath, waistcoat matching wedding color (I hate cummerbunds), a very short black mini-skirt, garter with black stockings and of course a black tux coat with tails.
Underneath I had on stockings, garters, string thong panties and white lace bra. I liked feeling of my thong against my shaved pussy. As I moved about, it teased me all day. Depending on how I moved my lower body, my thong would arouse me. I enjoyed arousal during my day, I felt alive, sensual, and erotic. To top it all off I wore a bow tie choker.
Of course that's what mother of bride, Rusty's mother, and all those wedding party bridesmaids wanted to do: choke me.
Rusty on other hand loved it. We had always been crazy making each other laugh. We had dated for years on and off, sometimes serious, sometimes not, but we were connected with intimacy. We would always be connected this way. He just stood there smiling shaking his head.
Finally Rusty finally broke the ice saying, "And you wonder why Christy didn't want you as the best man?"
Christy wasn't real thrilled to say least, but their wedding went on without a hitch. It was beautiful as bridesmaids paraded by followed by Christy in her wedding gown. It was a wedding I would have loved for myself. I shed a few tears, as my heart welled.
During wedding I could feel eyes of crowd staring at me. Obvious snobbish women disapproved of me having disdain for me. These society matrons scorned me; a woman can always feel scorn of another woman.
Men on other had didn't disprove at all. These were healthy men; they loved tall large breasted women. Their eyes followed me everywhere. They looked at my cleavage, then down to my mini skirt and small slit between my legs. Occasionally, if I moved just right, a male or two might get a glimpse of my perfectly shaved pussy and my vaginal slit. It was my revenge.
Immediately following wedding ceremony their reception started with a 1940's dance band similar in sound to Glenn Miller band. I just loved 1940s dance music, it was so romantic. Everyone was dancing, everyone except me. I sat alone.
As I sat alone I rocked my hips to swing of music, sometimes opening my legs toward a glancing male. When I did, they almost always turned away, embarrassed to see my crotch.
I could hear comments from women to men. "I can't believe she would come dressed like that. Herbert, don't let me catch you dancing with her."
Who the fuck is Herbert anyway? even better who fuck is his fugly wife? Herbert's wife looked like a dried prune, but looked very wealthy. She carried a diamond necklace to die for, wearing a most wonderful Calvin Klein outfit that I had seen in Elle magazine recently. I hoped Herbert would continue to enjoy his dried up prune that was his wife, for she could not be his mistress.
Attitude of society crowd got me a little down so I took a stroll around this beautiful enchanting estate. After a while I explored house with lots of rooms and doors. I opened one and found a library.
It was full of leather bound books in bookcases from floor to high ceiling. A large stone fireplace on opposite wall of bookcase rose from floor to top of a high vaulted ceiling. It was unlit and dark. I wondered what a fire might be like in this room during winter at night, with glow of logs casting flickering light along walls of books, while soft music played. I imagined myself with a glass of red wine and a book to read.
I enjoyed erotic stories, always have. This room was a perfect place for sensual love.
Leather chairs and couches were arranged in-groups about this library room. Looking at books in shelves I was startled to realize I wasn't alone.
I heard moans from couch, but could not see anyone. I walked around end of one of black leather couches. Framed against black leather was one bridesmaid, with top of her dress down to her waist. Bride's father was without his pants.
There he was fully erect. His cock was bobbing between large breasts of this bridesmaid, stroking her, and as he moved up down her breasts then up to her mouth.
His cock entered her mouth. Each time his cock exited her mouth on downward stroke he was between her breasts, she moaned with something like a purring whine. She was only a fourth his age. She was tit fucked by him as she sucked his cock. They completely stopped, except for their heavy breathing, a panting, when they noticed me.
"Don't mind me," I spoke quickly.
"Can I watch?"
While both were still panting, they startled, but un-fettered, they both answered in unison, as one lover's soul saying; "Sure,"
As this old man's cock was sliding between those young girls' boobs, in rhythm to his body motion, I shoved my fingers deep into my vaginal slit. Access to me was very easy.
I often masturbated in public, but did it discretely, so no one ever knew. I had gotten to a level where I could just stand on a bus, then contracting my vaginal walls work myself into having an orgasm. My sexual scent would exude while people would look around to try and discover where my scent was coming from.
My vagina was trained well since my early childhood. I had begun to masturbate at a young age, maybe 7 or 8, I don't remember, but was fully trained at age of nine. At nine I would take baths and let warm faucet run warm water over my clit, as my legs were hoisted above against white ceramic tiled walls.
My orgasms grew more intense over years, as I became more proficient. I usually masturbated 3 or up to 5 times a day, sometimes as much as eight times, depending on my need. Most men don't know that a woman can have many orgasms in a day. She needs them. Once a man cums, he is for most part done, spent with a long recover time. There but a few exceptions.
I thought about my youth as I worked my cunt and watching this old man looking at his bridesmaid then at me and back to young bridesmaid. His mouth rolled as he watched masturbate, seeming to want to take me, or at least explore. He certainly eagerly watched me.
It wasn't long before he was shooting his cum all over her round breasts.
He came forcefully, in a prolonged manner with his milky thick sticky stuff was running down her neck towards leather couch. He rose up off of her. She sat up.
She had his white goo all over her neck running in different directions. His cum was on her face, in her hair, on her dress. She had used her teeth on his cock bruising him slightly. He commented that she had made him sore. He was done, spent.
He ordered, "Go over there and let her clean you up."
Bridesmaid immediately got off black leather couch, I think her name was Julie or maybe Mary. She wasn't holding on to her dress as she rose up. It slid down to carpeted floor.
Wow, she had gone through whole wedding without wearing one bit of underwear. She was a tease for sure, I am sure of it; a woman knows these things.
She strolled over to where I was sitting. Her breasts hung into my face as she bent over. I eagerly licked up old man's come from her breasts. It was salty and sweaty. I licked each boob up to her neck. When I finished I kissed her, we exchanged tongues letting her have a taste. She swallowed.
Without much of a move, she stepped into her dress pulling it back up. Old man helped her clasp back and then both of them strolled out library door with his hand on her ass.
As they were leaving, two of other groom's men and best man came through door laughing. These society kids had just decorated Rusty's car out in main driveway, with shaving cream and the works. Suddenly they stopped laughing when they spotted me.
I was still sitting in a black leather chair with my fingers in my cunt, lifting my fingers to my mouth tasting my sweet honey.
You would have enjoyed surprised look on their faces as they watched me, stunned. My chin was shiny where I had licked cum off bridesmaid's breasts. Rusty's best man sharply popped off, "Well, looky here slut! Got any of that pussy for me?"
"No, but you have something I want." I replied, which was a declarative sentence.
With that I removed my vest, skirt and blouse. I detached garters from stockings pulling garters off. When I sat back down, all I had on were my stockings and that damn bow tie. Even then I looked great; my body was one of a kind. Their eyes were popping out and I detected large bulges just beneath their cumber buns.
