Dripping Wet Brides Daring Leila

Leila slid into the limousine with trepidation.

There's no way he's going to go through with it.

He couldn't possibly. It was insane. Mark was just playing a practical joke, like always.

The problem, of course, was that Mark's practical jokes usually involved a very competitive game of chicken. If she backed down before he let on that it was a prank, he'd be disappointed that she'd ruined it.

He quite liked that she was daring enough to play his games. He'd told her many times that it was one of the things that had cemented their relationship for him. The ability to tackle his challenges calmly and boldly was endearing, apparently -- especially if it was a challenge that no one in their right mind would accept. Mark was fiercely proud that he was

always

the one that let her off the hook, never herself.

'The ceremony went off without a hitch,' said Mark settling into the seat opposite her in his morning suit. 'We even managed a bit of sunshine.'

The weather report for their wedding day had been disappointingly grey, and Leila was as pleased as her new husband. 'It was exactly how I pictured it,' she agreed. 'Looks like it's gone away now, but that's supposed to be good for photos.'

'Still an hour until we get there anyway,' said Greg, Mark's best man, as he sat to her left and closed the door. 'Anything could happen in the meantime.'

Austin had entered the sleek interior right before him and positioned himself beside Mark and nodded. 'The report says it's supposed to rain later. Hopefully we get them done before that.'

Leila nodded too. 'It'll be incredible, looking out the windows into the gardens while it's falling during dinner, but I'd rather not enter the reception a wet, soggy mess.'

She realized what she'd said too late and fought her cringe as five salacious smiles beamed at her from all around.

'Oh, you'll be wet, alright,' said Samuel, seated to her right. 'Unless you chicken out.'

The rest of the boys sniggered. They knew what was coming.

Or at least, they're in on the joke,

she told herself.

There's no way Mark doesn't stop this before it really gets going.

'Looks like it's time we got started on that front,' chimed in Laurie, gesturing to the outside world as the car began moving. 'I'd like to enjoy the show for as long as possible. If Mark's up the challenge, anyway.'

The boys outright laughed this time, even Mark, who had definitely been the butt of that joke. 'You'll see plenty,' he told them. 'There's no hurry. We're taking the long route for a reason.'

There was another reason for that besides the timing. As much as Leila had assured herself that no one could see in the tinted limo windows, she wanted to be sure that some trick of the light didn't allow anyone she knew to get an eyeful of what was happening inside. In a few minutes, they would turn off onto a different route than the rest of the guests, and she could breathe a bit easier.

Not that it matters,

she reminded herself.

Mark doesn't actually expect me to do this.

The streets passed by in a blur as Leila tried to concentrate on the friendly banter, her insides slowly knotting up as they drove closer to the turn off. She sipped a glass of champagne with barely disguised eagerness, keen to take the edge off her nerves.

It was only half empty by the time they eased away from the highway, and she surreptitiously gulped most of what was left as Mark made eye contact. 'Well,' he said. 'Looks like it's time to get you out of that dress, darling.'

The groomsmen were quiet now, perhaps concerned that they'd nudge the planned activities off course if they said the wrong thing. Samuel accepted her almost-empty glass with no comment, positioning it into the glass holder built into the door next to him.

Leila kept her expression neutral as she turned around in her seat as gracefully as she could, kneeling on the leather and presenting her back to Mark.

Any second now,

she told herself.

He'll stop it at the last possible minute.

She squashed her panic down as he began fiddling with the laces on the back of her corseted dress.

He's just playing for time,

she thought.

He's not actually undoing it.

Her stomach did a backflip as the dress loosened. He really had unlaced it. The front was beginning to come away from her breasts.

It's fine,

she told herself, turning to face the front again with one arm pressing the dress to her chest.

I've flashed my boobs at them all before, so even if I start shimmying out of it, it won't be anything new.

She conveniently ignored the fact that they had all been very quick and unexpected occasions. The boys had barely had a chance to take them in before she was covered again. And if Mark let her pull it down too far...

Deciding not to let Mark know he was getting to her, she lifted herself slightly off the seat and pulled the dress down about six inches. Her breasts immediately became visible, and an unexpected thrill ran through her as five sets of eyes zeroed in on them.

Leila had spectacular tits. She was quite proud of them. Truth be told, as much as she was nervous about her audience judging her, she had been fantasizing for years about showing them off to someone. Mark was appreciative, sure, but there was nothing quite so flattering as the sincere admiration of someone that had no stake in keeping you happy.

'God, they're nice,' said Laurie. 'I've been wanting another look for ages now.'

Leila glanced down and saw her nipples were hard. Which stood to reason, considering her excitement. It wasn't particularly cold inside the limo, but the little pink nubs zinged with electricity. She very much wanted to play with them. They'd be especially sensitive in this mood.

Tugging the dress further downwards, Leila tried hard not to think about her wedding lingerie. Mark had picked it as a part of this dare, and it was positively scandalous. It was probably responsible for the fact that she'd been turned on already, well before she was half-naked in front of all these men.

Mark made no move to stop her, so she slid her dress down further. Now most of her ass would be visible, had she not been sitting on it. The sweetheart neckline dipped to show the barest hint of smooth pussy mound.

And still Mark said nothing. In fact, he nonchalantly took a sip of his long-neck beer, his eyes glued to her crotch.

Okay,

thought Leila.

He picked the lingerie for a reason, obviously. He wants the boys to see it, and then he'll tell me to get dressed again.

Gathering her courage, she slid the dress all the way off, letting it puddle on the floor, and sat back with a deliberate show of nonchalance.

After a moment, Austin gave a low whistle. 'Fuck me,' he said. 'She's stunning.'

'A real beauty,' agreed Greg. 'Thanks for this,' he directed at Mark. 'She's been in the spank bank for years, but now she's going to the top of the list.'

The compliments practically had Leila purring. Five obviously horny men looking at her practically nude body, and to top it off, her underwear was definitely stimulating her. There was no denying it, now that her legs were pressing so tightly together.

The tiniest of pearl G-strings began right at her pussy slit, disappearing in between her lips to rub over her clit. It was attached to two delicate chains wrapped low over her hips, which joined the pearls where they terminated at her ass cheeks.

That was all Leila wore in the back of a limo, while her new husband and his friends looked her over.

It was lucky she was so distracted by her unexpected arousal as Mark leaned forward to gather her dress and threw it on the shelf behind his seat, proving unequivocally that he had no intention of letting her get dressed anytime soon.

That doesn't mean this is going any further,

she told herself, trying not to look visibly tense,

just that he wants me naked-ish for all to see for a little while.

He was grinning, she noticed. She'd never realized that he was so keen to show her off before. They could have had some fun while they were away on holidays last year. Maybe even put a few faceless shots on the internet.

'That's a pearl G-string, right?' asked Greg. 'It's hard to tell when it's wedged into her pussy like that.'

Mark nodded. 'Open your legs, honey,' he said. 'Give them a proper look.'

Fuck.

As much as the idea of being nude in front of people turned Leila on, she'd always fantasized about

strangers

. Mark's friends were another story. This was degrading. Every time she saw these people for the rest of her life, she'd have to remember the time they all gawked at her wet pussy while casually sipping on their beers.

Still, a promise was a promise. And Mark would probably stop her as soon as it looked like she was complying, anyway. Determined to see this through, Leila shifted her knees perhaps two feet apart, all the while waiting for Mark to finally crack.

'Nice,' commented Austin. '

Really

nice. But we can't see much when you're sitting up like that. Shuffle down in the seat a bit more, babe.'

This was mortifying. He was acting like she was a prostitute, ordering her around like that so they could see her naked body from all angles. It was about time Mark put a stop to it.

'Take the thong off her before she does that,' Mark said. 'She should be properly nude.'

Greg and Samuel each hooked a finger into the chains at her hips before she could respond to that, and she closed her legs before they broke it trying to get it off with her spread thighs in the way. They wriggled it off her as she used her hands to take her weight off her ass, and Leila was completely bare in seconds.

This had gone so much further than she expected. The full dare wasn't complete (

he couldn't possibly be planning to take it that far, could he?

), but she'd never expected to be so vulnerable. How could Mark do this to his

wife,

of all people?

He didn't show any signs of letting up, so Leila did as she was told. Settling her ass onto the edge of the seat, she leaned back and opened her legs again, this time showing her completely unbarred snatch to the car full of men.

'Good girl,' said Laurie, somewhat patronizingly.

The whole car was silent for a time, and Leila fought her instinct to close her legs. They were open wider now, she noticed. She hadn't meant to do that, but the angle of her hips meant the seat wasn't in her way anymore, so she naturally had more room. And now her slippery pink lips were spread indecently apart, framing her embarrassingly eager slit for all to see. She surreptitiously considered each man in turn, equally fascinated and horrified by their unabashed obviousness. They studied her privates like it was a museum exhibit.

'What I wouldn't give for a turn,' murmured Austin finally. 'Are you gonna fuck it now?' he directed at Mark. 'Or are we just going to watch it like a lava lamp while we drink for a bit?'

'It',

thought Leila.

They're not even talking about me as a whole. Just my pussy.

Mark took another pull from his bottle before he answered, and Leila felt her degradation descend another step towards rock bottom. He was treating her as if he owned her. She was his personal sex doll right now, and the idea excited her as much as it made her uneasy. 'Not yet,' he finally said. 'I don't think it's wet enough, actually. Leila-loo, give it a bit of rub so it's all ready for me.'

That was a lie. Leila's cleft was shamefully saturated. She was practically dripping on the seat.

He wants them to watch me masturbate?!

She paused here. The dare had been to allow Mark to consummate their marriage in the back of the limo while the boys watched. It was why the cars had been arranged like this -- her bridesmaids were in another vehicle. While she'd never seriously thought he'd go through with it, in her mind's eye, she'd still pictured it, and it'd looked nothing like this. She'd still been dressed, for one thing. Mark had just lifted her skirt a little, so all the boys saw was him thrusting into a pile of white satin.

Nothing in the dare said anything about her self-pleasuring. She wasn't a performing seal. She wasn't going to entertain his friends on demand, just because he thought it'd be fun.

Samuel took hold of one of her knees and pulled it into his lap. 'So she's more comfortable,' he explained, as Greg followed suit.

Now her legs were spread wider, and two men that weren't her husband were holding them there. Technically, Leila could tell them to let go and she was sure they'd comply, but somehow, it'd be more embarrassing to admit she didn't want things to have gone this far. At least if she did it, she would have the illusion of agency.

As this knowledge settled over her, she reluctantly accepted that it was going to be the same with Mark's request. At this point, it looked to the boys like she was a willing participant in some incredibly naughty fun. She was acting the part of submissive wife to perfection, but they all knew it was exactly that: an act. As far as they were aware, she was well and truly on board with this. If she suddenly baulked, they'd understand that she was a pawn in this game. She would be clearly defined as Mark's plaything, and a disappointing one at that.

Her right hand slid down her abdomen almost of its own volition, and the tension in the limo doubled. These men really, really wanted to watch her touch herself.

She shivered when her thumb brushed over her clit. It was swollen, having been teased and tantalized by the string of pearls that had been grinding over it for the past few hours. Hopefully, Mark would tell her to stop after a few minutes. She was scandalously close to an orgasm, and any whiff of control she had over the situation would disappear amidst the moaning and spasming.

Collecting a dollop of pussy juice from her entrance, she used two fingers to slide back up her slit and smear it over her magic button.

'No, no, not like that,' said Mark. 'No cheating. Stick them all the way in and have a play before you get to the main event.'

She couldn't help it this time. Leila's face heated and she prayed no one would notice.

Gliding her fingers back through the abundance of honey, she glanced around at the rapt faces and suppressed a snort. Her cheeks could have turned green and none of them would have noticed. They weren't looking anywhere near her face.

Crunching forward slightly, she did as Mark had requested and pushed her index and middle fingers up her tunnel. Massaging her g-spot, she let out a quiet sigh.

'That's it,' whispered Greg. 'It feels good, doesn't it?'

That appeared to be rhetorical, so Leila didn't respond, just concentrated on the magical things her fingers were doing inside her as she slowly pumped in and out.

I'm enjoying this more than I should,

she admitted.

A sharp pain in her nipple made her yelp, and she froze in shock. Greg was twisting it, looking at her intently from above his rude hand. 'Answer me,' he said. 'It feels good, yeah?'

He's touching me!

Leila's mind was a mess of raw emotions. Shock was the most prevalent -- both that Greg was touching her breast, and that Mark was allowing it. Pain was there, but it was tempered with pleasure. A wave of arousal was washing out from where her nipple was tautly corkscrewed, and it made her feel weak. Indignance, outrage, and fear were quickly smothered by a meek longing to please. 'Yes,' she whispered. 'It feels good.'

Greg nodded and let her nipple resume its usual position. Leila began fingering herself again and ignored her panic when he didn't let go entirely. Her breast was gently massaged as she masturbated, and it felt dangerously pleasant.

She made eye contact with Mark as Samuel joined in on the other side, gently tugging her nipple before giving it a tweak. Her husband's pupils were so dilated that there was barely a green iris around them, and his cheeks were as flushed as she suspected hers were.

Mark was turned on. This had never been just a fun dare for him. He

wanted

this. Had probably wanted it for years. She wondered how long he'd been planning it for.

'Alright,' he finally said, his voice tense with barely controlled lust. 'You can work the clit now. Show the boys how you like it.'

Subservience had settled over Leila like a heavy blanket, and she did as he told her with zero hesitation. The needy button practically sang with joy as she massaged it with her soaked fingers, and she let out a little moan.

No more holding back,

she promised herself.

You're already in too deep to stop, so you may as well do it properly.

Mark leaned forward, distracting her, but she went back to concentrating on her self-abuse as soon as he slid his jacket off. It was a foregone conclusion by now that he fully intended to collect on his dare. She wasn't at all surprised that he was beginning to undress.

The other four men ignored him as he slowly peeled off layers, concentrating on the centerpiece of this unlikely sex show. Leila's naked body was spread-eagled and clearly on the cusp of a massive orgasm, and none of them wanted to miss a second of the action.

Everyone was leaning in, she realized with a thrill. Like magnets to the lodestone that was her pussy, they couldn't keep away. Either side of her, Samuel and Greg were twisted in their seats to get the best view of her fingers caressing her peach pit, still fondling her breasts. Austin and Laurie were leaning forwards and inwards, practically blocking Mark's view of his wife's presentation. Her pussy had never felt this loved before, and it heightened the tendrils of pleasure spiraling through her abdomen.

Mark's cock came into view, and she made a strangled noise. Leila really, really wanted the fat phallus inside her, but he made no move to give it to her yet. Instead, he sat back and kept watching. All he wore now was his shirt, unbuttoned to show off his muscled torso, and the gorgeous dick stood straight up, waving against the backdrop of his washboard abs.

Austin drank what appeared to be the last of his beer and leaned in even further, and intent expression on his face. Leila moaned as his goal became clear and shuddered as the cold glass was inserted into her tunnel.

He was fucking her with his beer bottle. Her husband's friends were playing with her tits, filling her pussy, and just generally watching as Leila moved closer and closer to an orgasm. It was a heaven like she'd never imagined.

The bottle neck was about three inches long, and Austin pushed it inside her nearly to the shoulder, before letting it slide out again. He repeated the action several times and Leila had to bite her lip to keep from begging him to thrust it in further.

'Give her more,' instructed Samuel intently, as if he'd read her mind. 'Stretch her over the wider part.'

Leila whimpered, and it turned into a full-throated cry as Austin complied with Samuel's suggestion. The cool, hard glass stretched her without mercy, noticeably even thicker than Mark's perfect cock where it joined the body of the bottle. It was made more intense by the contrast in temperature and unyielding nature of the makeshift dildo, making Leila unequivocally aware that it was a foreign object being forced inside her.

She loved it. Peripherally aware that she was going to regret submitting to something so demeaning in public, Leila couldn't get enough. She had to bite her lip to stop from urging Austin to force it in further.

As it was, he fucked her with it for long enough that the glass warmed to match her body temperature, all the while with her moaning and panting. She rubbed herself furiously by now, knowing she wasn't far away from a climax, but taking care to draw it out and ensure the blissful experience lasted as long as possible.