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All my stories with the word 'tale' in them are fantasies requested by a fan. I assume if they have the fantasy others do as well.
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I put on my wedding dress and looked in the mirror. I could hear my mom in my head.
"Are you sure you don't want to wear a slip with that?" My mother would ask.
I thought about it. I always wore revealing clothes. Why should my wedding day be any different? Besides Wesley, my fiancé liked me showing off.
The gown was a traditional white, floor length strapless bustier style. At 5'2" 125lbs I had the figure to show it off. The cups of the bustier were white lace with no padding. I didn't need padding. My 34DD breasts filled out the dress and the underwire of the bustier held them up firmly in the cups. The white lace swirled around my nipples. If I stood still and you really looked you could make out my nipples through the fabric.
The rest of the bustier top was sheer. You could clearly see my navel through the material.
Low on my waist the gown turned to chiffon layers down to my ankles. If you looked, or if the light was behind me, you could also see I was wearing stockings and garters.
"How do I look?" I asked Wesley
"You definitely look sexy," he responded. "Are you ready?"
Just then there was a knock on the door.
Wesley and I had met on Tinder. I was 20, he was 24. I didn't expect much, maybe a hook up, but we really hit it off. In a very short time we were dating exclusively. He was 6'5" and handsome and had a great sense of humor. We had been together for four years.
Dating was fun. We were really compatible. One thing that was different for me was that Wesley loved the way I looked and took pictures of me all the time. Me? I was very shy at first. Believe it or not, I'm still a little shy. Wesley was always complimenting me and encouraging me to dress sexier. It took me a year before I really started to feel comfortable dressing sexier. I wanted to please Wesley, plus, I was beginning to like it. I was still shy about it, but I started to feel more confident. I started to like posing and enjoying the looks of admiration I got when I wore a short sundress or flouncy skirt.
Sometime along the way I met a woman at work who told me about a job as a bikini model for Harley Davidson. She said my pouty lips and shoulder blade length pink hair would fit in perfectly I wasn't hot on the idea but Wesley really encouraged me, plus the money was good. I took the job and appeared at a few motorcycle shows. I wore a very small white bikini. I was really shy at first but after awhile I enjoyed it. There was something wild about being in a bikini in front of all these clothed people. I could see the looks of lust in the eyes of my admirers Plus everyone was really nice to me. Even the women. I ended up appearing in a few biker magazines. It was good money.
Wesley and I were doing real well. I'd never had a better relationship. He made me feel pretty and confident. Wesley still loved pictures of me. Especially in lingerie. He liked peeks of my lingerie under my clothes. We worked really hard and didn't see each other a lot, for fun I would take pics of me in lingerie and send them to Wesley at work.
We moved in together. I knew he was the one.
At some point it started to change. Not in a bad way, just as we spent time together things changed. We added sexual fantasies to our sex play. I told him I liked it when a man dominated me, held me down, spanked my ass.
Wesley tried to dominate me, but it wasn't really his thing. He just wasn't the type. He treated me with love and respect, but every once in a while I yearned to be a little wilder and let someone else be in control.
Then, and I guess this is where it started. He told me he'd like to see me with another man. I really didn't understand that fantasy. How could he want another man to fuck me? I was his. Did he want to be with other women?
"Why would you want to see me with another man?" I asked.
"Because you're so beautiful," he replied. "It's like showing someone how lucky I am. It's like having my personal porn star who I am madly in love with."
"I couldn't stand seeing you with another woman," I told him.
"I love only you. I have no need or desire to be with anyone else," he insisted.
That kind of sat with me. When he'd bring it up during sex, I didn't react to it. I admit the idea kind of excited me but I wasn't sure so I tried to play down my reaction even though that kind of sex talk always made me cum.
One day after taking some lingerie pictures Wesley said "I bet Jon would love these pictures."
Jon was a friend of ours who was in Afghanistan. Wesley's best friend.
"Oh?" Was all I said. I wondered where he was going with that. .
"Yeah, he's all alone in the desert. Let's send him some to cheer him up," Wesley said.
"Really? I asked. Part of me thought, why are we doing this?, Part of me was excited by the idea. I'd always thought Jon was attractive but did that justify sending him lingerie pictures?
"Oh come on," said Wesley. "He's seen you in that white bikini. You're more covered than that in these pictures."
It was true. In the magazine I was wearing a bikini that was practically a thong. Here I was in a baby doll and matching thong. It was pretty close.
"Ok," I agreed. "Let me pick out the ones though."
"You bet," he said.
I looked at the pics. They were all pretty sexy poses. Tastefull. I mean no legs spread or obscene pics. No nipples. The most revealing was a picture from behind, me looking over my shoulder and my thong showing my ass. Not bad. I picked out four, including the ass pic and said, "these."
As Wesley sent them I felt a little flutter in my stomach and a bit of a reaction lower. I admit I was kind of turned on. Wesley emailed them with the subject, 'to get you thru the hot nights.'
I waited for a response. Given the time difference I didn't get one till the next day.
'Wow, I forgot how beautiful she was,' came the response.
I admit, I got kind of a warm feeling out of that. In fact, I practically jumped Wesley.
"Let's fuck," I said as I pulled my clothes off.
Never one to deny me Wesley started to undress.
Do you really like showing off my pictures," I teased as his cock entered me. I was already wet. He slid right in.
"Yes," he hissed.
As he started to pump my pussy I went on.
"Do you think Jon jacked off to them?" I asked.
"I hope so," Wesley replied as he continued to fuck me.
"I hope so too," I said as I wrapped my legs around Wesley and thrust my hips towards his driving cock. In my mind I pictured Jon. Jon was a good looking guy. I wondered what his cock looked like. I imagined him with his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking himself as he looked at my pictures.
"Mmmmmm," I moaned as Wesley continued to fuck me.
"I wonder what he thought about while looking at them?" I mused.
"Probably getting his dick in your pussy," Wesley replied.
"Mmmmmmm, I bet you'd like that," I teased.
"I would," he responded. He picked up the pace a bit. Thrusting into me harder than before.
"What are you thinking about?" I asked breathily as he thrust into me.
"How beautiful you are," he answered.
"That all?" I started to push him away. "Tell me the truth," I insisted.
"Ok ok," he laughed as I let him continue fucking me. "I was thinking how hot it would be to watch Jon fuck you." He admitted.
"Oh," I said coyly. "You'd like to watch me spread my legs for your best friend?" I teased. "See his cock thrust into me and buried in my pussy?"
"Yes," he moaned.
