My name is Greg and it was my wedding day, the day that I had long looked forward to and dreaded. The reasons for dread and longing were the same, it would be the first time that my future wife, June, and I would make love. I am no virgin. I was involved with my fair share of girls in high school and college, but after I met June I quickly changed my ways. However, luckily for the both of us, our wedding night would not be her first time either. But she had only been with one man before choosing abstinence till her wedding night. This made tonight a big night. It could be the culmination of the greatest day of my life or be very disappointing. What if we weren't sexually compatible? But I respected her wishes even if I didn't agree with them, figuring and hoping that she would be worth the wait.
June and I had been dating for six months when I popped the question. I just couldn't wait any longer, not only because I loved her but since I just could not go on without sex much longer. I could've gone insane if she said 'no' and 'we need to be together longer to see if we will really last!' I thank God everyday for the reply June gave me.
There were two things that made me really fear our possible lack of a sexual connection. June was a blonde and I had always found brunettes much more attractive, but she won me over with her personality and fit body with good looks. The other is that her body is too fit. She is deficient in breast size, an A cup, and I am a breast man. The best sexual experiences of my life were with big-breasted girls. They just got me off with their tits alone. I loved burying my face into a pair of large tits. And now it seemed as though I would never experience that again. But I love June and that's all I need… I hope.
'Here Comes the Bride' was being played of course as June was escorted down the aisle by her father towards me. I tried keeping my eyes on her, but it came with great difficulty. June's maid of honor, Summer, had the most perfect set of big breasts I had ever seen in a formal dress. June had made the mistake of letting the bridesmaids pick out their own dresses as long as they matched. The dresses were pink, and they looked more like prom dresses on them with the amount of skin they or lack there of the dresses actually covered.
Summer's dress showed the most skin since her tits created a large valley of cleavage even as the rest of the dress clung tightly to her slim hourglass figure. She had the dresses fabric cling tightly to the undersides of her DD breasts, like the tight t-shirts I saw girls wear in high school so that boys could see the full shape of their tits. It was the first time that I had met her or even seen her. We introduced ourselves before the ceremony, but she wasn't wearing her dress yet. Summer had her black hair done up nicely above most of her head.
As June walked down the aisle closer and closer to me, about to cement our bond, I couldn't help but think of how it had been taken this long for Summer and I to meet. After all, Summer is June's best friend.
It was a short story. June and Summer were best friends in college. June was dating the man that had taken her virginity. Suspicions began to amount in June that Summer was fucking her boyfriend. When a light quantity of evidence presented itself to June, she ended her relationship with her boyfriend and Summer. This was part of the reason that she went abstinent.
It was two weeks before the wedding when June decided that she had judged too quickly on her former best friend, deciding that she had not been sleeping with her boyfriend so long ago and that it was time to make amends. She reached Summer, they met up and have been nearly inseparable since.
June finally got up to me and smiled even bigger. The pastor went through the service and we both said out 'I dos.' After I kissed my wife to seal the deal, I opened my eyes. Summer was smiling as expected, but she winked at me. That was confusing to say the least.
A couple hours later we were at the reception. It was a nice dance hall in a hotel that June's parents had paid for. I loved that rule, if a girl wants a dream wedding, then her family has got to pay for it. It made me not want to have a daughter. Everything was going as I had expected. June thanked me for making her dreams come true after we had our dance.
Now here came the problem, I kept stealing glances at Summer's chest. She was beautiful as well, better looking than my wife. Summer caught me looking at her, smiled and winked at me again! Was she flirting with me? I was doing what I thought was harmless, staring at a pretty creature that I had never seen before. I never had the intention of taking it beyond that. I had only been married two hours and already my first thought of infidelity had crossed my mind. I just turned away however and thought of tonight, my wedding night. But then all I could think of was June's deficiency in breast size and Summer's exquisite pair. Before I knew it, I had a hard-on. And it wasn't for my wife.
My best man, Al, leaned over and whispered in my ear "Dude, is that Summer chick available?"
"I don't know." I replied in honesty.
"Can you ask June for me? Her maid of honor is so hot! Would you just look at those tits?" he always did this, mess with me; make me look at another woman, even on my wedding day. Al loved to mess with as I did to him all the time as well. But we were best friends, so we were aloud kid each other. But his kidding was getting to me, because of him; I couldn't look at her anymore. Hey, wait a minute, maybe she wasn't winking at me at all. Al was right behind me at the ceremony and next to me now. Phew! I thought I didn't want to have to figure that one out so I was relieved.
"Well, it will have to wait." I replied. June was dancing with her dad and I wasn't about to interrupt that for anything.
"I see… Nope, can't wait. I'll find out for myself." Al got up from his seat and wandered over to where Summer was sitting. I could see them exchange pleasantries again. I assumed that the two had met before the wedding. I saw Summer smile to whatever Al had said to her. At that very moment I felt a small tinge of jealousy run through my veins, as if I wanted Summer's attention on me. I suddenly found myself wishing that I had been the one she was winking at. He walked away from her, but away from me as well. They seemed to be on good terms.
Flash! Summer was looking at me, again! And there was no mistaking it this time. My wife's best friend winked at me, now for the third time at my own wedding. My hard-on grew to half stiffness. Summer smiled at me; as if she knew the effect she was having on me and was really enjoying it.
Everyone else was on the dance floor, Summer and I each had our tables to ourselves. No one was looking or else they would have seen Summer drop an ice cube down the valley of her tits while licking her lips, and it all seemed to be for me, her best friend's husband.
I turned away. This couldn't be happening! My wife's maid of honor was trying to seduce me or she was at least playing a sick joke on me. A million thoughts ran through my head. The two biggest and longest lasting were that I had cheated on a couple of girlfriends in my past, in fact the girls that I fucked behind their backs were the big breasted ones that I had the best sex of my life with. My stiffness increased as the second thought provided the most lasting images. Summer's breasts popped into my mind over and over again. I pictured her flashing me right now, saw her cupping her tits and tweaking her nipples, and then I imagined my face buried in her tits, sucking and licking all over them while she was riding my hard cock with her tight pussy. I had the hard-on of my life and I felt like I had to do something about it.
I stood up, taking one last glance at Summer. Her eyes went straight to my crotch. It was a moment when I really hated being so well endowed, 9 inches and thick. The maid of honor could see the outline of my dick through my tux pants. She licked her lips again. What the hell was going on here? I had to get out of here before it got out of hand. Looking over at June, she was still dancing with her father and there seemed to be a line of people in wait for her. My wife has three brother and a couple close guy friends. She would be occupied for a while. Good, this would be my chance to be alone, maybe relieve myself of my present condition.
I walked towards the hotel dance hall's private restroom. I was carrying one of the two keys needed to get in. I used my own to get in nodding my head to the bathroom attendant who was actually standing outside the door. He had the other key to the unisex bathroom.
"Is there anyone else in here?" I asked him, expecting he would know.
"No one else is in there, Sir." He replied.
