"Jeez, this has gotten boring..." Laurie commented as she sat down in an empty seat near the back of the reception hall. The reception had been going on for only a half hour, and already she was ready to go home. The 5'9" brunette shuffled in her seat, and her 34B breasts heaved a sigh against the constraining confines of the pink taffeta dress she wore. The wedding ceremony itself had been the usual, customary boring length, with the exchanging of vows and the sermon from the pastor. Laurie sighed as she looked around the crowd, a bit of a smile to her face as scanned the faces of the men...their faces and their bulges. She slowly, almost thoughtfully, stroked her curled brunette hair back from her face, and leaned back against the soft cushioned back of the chair. A quiet chuckle slipped to herself as she crossed her legs, left over right, and felt her pussy become slightly damp within the sheer suntan pantyhose as she remembered which ones were worth the time, and which ones were not.
She bit her lip teasingly as her hazel eyes fell on one of her husband's friends, whose long, thick black cock had been very adequate one drunk night at the club during girls night out. A soft, almost inaudible moan slipped from clenched lips as she remembered riding Jason's cock in his pickup outside the club, unbeknownst to her husband of eight years that was still inside the club. A bit of a smile played out across her red-painted lips as she noticed another man she used to date in college. While his cock size was nothing to brag about, his tongue more than adequately made up for his 'shortcomings'. Laurie reached down and tugged the hem of her pink taffeta bridesmaid dress down over her knees, aware that such a show of skin at her own sister's wedding might not be wise. However, she decided to keep dangling the pink-dyed satin high heel from her left foot, suggestive and teasing itself. Her thoughtful glances across the crowd by the sight of her new brother in law, Derek, walking across the room towards a group of his friends.
"Now there might be something a girl could be interested in," she mumbled to herself as she crossed her legs, a quick tightening of her thigh muscles squeezing her pussy. "Mmm, yes. I think a girl might be interested in that." It had been several days since her husband last made love to her, and almost a full two weeks since he had really given her what she loved: a hard fucking, a mix of slowed, deep strokes and hurried, slammed thrusts into her. That was what she really loved, she half thought to herself as she felt her eyes descend down Derek's tux jacket, and fall on the crotch of his black dress slacks. What had it been? A month? No, almost a month and a half, since she had strayed away from the bonds of matrimony for a different man's cock inside her. That day she had stayed after work, and helped her supervisor take a pressing problem "in hand". She grinned broadly, as she remembered she had taken it in hand, in mouth as well as bent over his desk and that cock in her pussy!
Her thoughts were shaken to the present as she heard a voice to her left.
"I wouldn't think the maid of honor would just be sitting back here all alone. I'd thought you'd be over with Gina and her friends."
Laurie gazed up into Derek's blue eyes as she smiled up to him.
"No, not really. This is your new wife's day, and I really don't have anything in common with her friends." She smiled broadly shuffled and recrossed her legs, and teasingly allowed the hem of her taffeta dress to rise up to her knee again. "I had thought of going to get another drink, though."
It was Derek's turn to smile as he offered out the napkin wrapped long-neck beer, as he sat down next to his new sister in law. "Well lucky for you I remember your brand from the times we went out."
Laurie gladly took the offered drink, and sipped deeply as she kept eye contact with her very handsome brother in law. Standing 6'3", probably 195 pounds or so, she thought, as her eyes broke contact with his and dropped down to his crotch momentarily before relocking their gaze upon his. Six years younger than her own 31 years, she had always thought he was extremely good looking, and her younger sister had often told Laurie about the size of the young man's cock. 'May as well have some fun I suppose,' she thought to herself as she let her tongue slip across her top lip,'flirting never hurt anyone.'
"Well, I suppose that brings up a question that I've been dying to ask you since that first time we went out as a group last year," she let her gaze slip from his as she recrossed her legs, and allowed the hem of her gown to slid to her lower thigh.
"Alright then," he shrugged as he finished sipping from his own drink," what might that be?"
Laurie leaned over and allowed her bare shoulder to contact his, as her voice dropped down to what she hoped was sensuous level, ' Why on earth haven't you ever asked me to dance? I know you can dance very well, I've watched you and Gina dance many times." She leaned closer as she pressed her now bare, nylon-clad leg against his thigh, "as a matter of fact, I've watched you dance so dirty a few times, I was disappointed that you never asked me." She grinned broadly as she let her upper lip slip between her teeth, then licked it as she chuckled at his obvious embarrassment.
Derek grew rosy cheeked, before he hurriedly sipped at his beer and looked across the crowd. Laurie was pleased by his reaction, the obvious embarrassment and the quick look about as if he was about to be caught by his mother with his hand in the cookie jar. She shrugged and sipped at her own beer, as she looked around the huge reception hall herself. She noted where all the people were that she would least like to be caught by flirting with her new brother in law: her husband and father were discussing this or that with a group of other men, her mother was with a group of relatives and her sister the bride was dancing with a group of her friends, both male and female.
"Well," Derek finally whispered," I cannot say that the thought of doing some 'dirty dancing' with you didn't cross my mind. You always went out with us in those damned short skirts! " he laughed before whispering again. " But, " he pressed his leg back against hers, and shrugged, " I'd hate to do anything to piss off your husband."
"Oh, baby, "she whispered as her hand fell to his knee and gave a quick, flirtatious tease, "it's not like you were going to be out there fucking me on the dance floor now is it?" She waited a moment before her hand slid to his thigh and patted," Besides, if I fuck around behind Joe's back, it's usually with married men. You were not married then." Laurie went back to sipping on her beer, asking herself if her flirting had gone perhaps a step too far. Her heart thumped in her chest beneath her 34B breasts, and she could feel her nipples harden beneath the sheer white strapless bra she wore beneath her gown. Laurie recrossed her legs, and the hem of the pink taffeta dress arose to mid thigh, showing a leg encased in shimmering sheer nylon to her new brother in law.