I was so excited the night I was to wed my fiancΓ© I couldn't stand it. He was my high school sweetheart and it seemed like we were destined to be together since 9th grade. We had done quite a bit of heavy petting in high school and I would suck him off in his car almost once a week but I had always told myself I would save my virginity for my wedding night. Once we got a bit carried away, and I let him rub his cock on my pussy and I think there was some slight penetration, but I considered myself a virgin the day we were to be wed.
I remember it like it was yesterday, even though it has been two years now. I was 19 years old, 5'9", 135, brown hair with hazel eyes, my gown was simply gorgeous, although my mother thought it was way too indecent for a girl of my upbringing, my dress showed off my 36d's nicely. I must admit, I have always been somewhat of a flirt and absolutely love attention.
My wedding went great, my sister was the maid of honor and my husband-to-be had his best friend as his best man. That is where the problem started. About six weeks before we were to be married, my finance told me one night when I was choking on his 6" pole, that I was lucky it wasn't his best friend Tom's cock I was sucking as he was hung like a horse. I didn't think much about it at the time but over the next six weeks that is all I could think about when I would see Tom.
I found it much harder to flirt with Tom, I was always drawn to his crotch, wondering what it meant to be hung like a horse. My finance's cock was the only I had seen up close and I always thought it was big, I choked on it more than once when he tried to get me to take it all in my mouth. One day when we were at the beach with Tom, I noticed the outline in his trunks seemed rather large and couldn't keep my eyes off it for the whole day.
Anyway back to the wedding night, the reception was great, just like we planned, about two hundred guests was all we could fit in the dance hall off of the Ramada Inn. I am not much of a drinker but since it was my wedding night I kept being asked to raise a glass of wine in toast to the new couple every time we stopped at another table. By time we got to dancing I was pretty wasted. Jack, my hubby, and I had chosen a nice slow song for the first dance. I was right where I love to be β in the center of attention. Jack is not much of a dancer, he just kind of hangs on me as we sway back and forth.