Wedding Time Stop

Wedding Time Stop

The groom stood next to his bride, his champagne flute raised for a triumphant toast. He had done it, the woman of his dreams was seated next to him, dressed immaculately in her wedding dress as his beautiful bride. He had a proclivity toward the braggadocio that had tended to generate eye rolls from those who had to witness, but today it would be suffered out of obligation by his guests. Today it would pass as endearing or irritatingly admirable, because his smug boasting gave praise, in his own way, to his adorably charming and fully worthy new bride.

"I won!" He proclaimed with his glass held high. It wasn't the toast that suggested his deep appreciation for his partner and marriage, instead it was one that made it clear, he had won a prize. In this moment, it was forgivable, and a bit expected. For many in the room, he was tolerated, out of respect for her.

Morgan looked up at her haughty groom. His overflowing pride made her feel special. She liked feeling so valued and at this moment, she was coveted. Her guests seemed captive by her new husbands "victory speech" as they looked upon the couple at their sweetheart table perched on risers. This gave her a feeling of being royalty.

Her mind drifted for a moment, wondering if what she felt was bliss, pondering her future as Mrs. Ryan Strong. For a moment time seemed to hold its breath. She looked out at her invited guests, they seemed held in a silent moment. In the same moment, she noticed a strange silence, louder than sound, over the room. She shook her head to shake her daydreaming thoughts. Something was very strange, as if reality forgot to move.

She looked up at Ryan, glass still raised, but motionless. She could not make sense of the eerie tableau she was suddenly immersed in. A survey of the room didn't bring her any clarity. Reality had paused, mid-step, mid-breath, everyone paused.

"What was happening?" She thought to herself. A nervous laugh escaped her, hoping to provoke an answer to the riddle she had found herself in. Perhaps an elaborate prank?

Motion from a side door caught her attention, someone was walking towards her. She stood from her chair trying to make sense of her surroundings, not sure if she was dreaming or if the world was somehow ending in a strange "paused" manner.

"Hello Morgan", that someone who was walking towards her said. She recognized him, but could not remember from where. Certainly, there was no context in this moment to help her recall. As he stepped closer, she became more certain she was in some sort of dream. It was an old coworker of hers, someone she used to lifeguard with several years ago. She couldn't snap out of her confused daze enough to respond.

As he walked towards her he explained to her that everyone was "frozen in time." They would remain so, until he released them. None of this made sense to her. Someone she knew, not too long ago, but also a lifetime ago was monologuing to her as he stepped out from the crowd that was her wedding guests.

"What was happening?" Her thoughts were racing. He went on to explain that he wouldn't overwhelm her on her special day, with a long explanation of stunting neuro-response in mass groups, and how the drink she had earlier tonight was an antidote of sorts. As he approached her sweetheart table he made his appeal, that the real question she should be asking is, why?

The shock made her feel frozen as well, but it wasn't the same. She could move, and talk, unlike her groom, who was currently a sculpture next to her.

"Mikey!" She blurted out. His name somehow coming to her. That was the wedding crashers' name. A lifeguard, who she had trained when he first began working at her resort, years ago. Upon recognizing him he reminded her how they had quite a flirtatious past. In fact, they had even "made out" in the storage room back in the day. He explained that they were well on their way to a steamy work romance, until she met her future groom. She had met Ryan around the same time, and now that Mikey was refreshing her memory, she supposed that was fairly true, if not irrelevant.

He reminded her about a time when she knew that no one else was going to be on duty for an hour, so she called Mikey on the radio; "10-44 in A14". This meant she had a message for him in building A14, which was the shower. When he arrived, she was just finishing up a shower, fully nude, she smiled at him and asked for a towel. That type of suggestive banter continued between the two of them for the entire season. It was leading to an inevitable steamy end until it instead ended abruptly when her attention shifted to Ryan Strong.

"I couldn't gain back your attention back then, but I certainly can now" he told her with a sly smirk on his face.

The shock of the "time freeze" has subsided in her, and she was heading down this detour of a trip down memory lane, with a jealous fling from her past.

"So, you show up at my wedding, and freeze everyone, so what?... you are going to try and convince me that I should have picked you or something?"

He laughed and explained that he had no interest in changing her future or swaying her away from her husband. His request was a bit simpler.

"Of course, this would have been much less invasive, if I approached you at your bachelorette party. Perhaps I could have made an appeal to you that you could claim one final transgression before your marriage vows, and of course, I would have suggested myself as that one transgression. My timing is not great for you, but I am hoping you come around my thinking that this way is much more exciting."

She was aghast thinking that he was expecting to take her up to her bridal sweet while everyone at her wedding waited, frozen in time for her to be deflowered by some random guy.

She demanded that he unfreeze everyone immediately, but as she tried to think of the "or else" part of the ultimatum, she couldn't overcome that he had frozen everyone.

Morgan asked Mikey what he had hoped to get out of this.... intrusion. Mikey confessed that "all he wanted...." was to get the girl just once. He wanted the girl that had excited him so much several summers ago, to be his, just once. She quickly informed him that he would in no way be "getting the girl". He responded with a word of caution about not knowing how long her groom and guests could stay frozen without causing some permanent side effects. This scared her into "negotiating."

"Will you settle for a kiss? She optimistically pleaded, barely containing her eye rolls.

"A kiss would be a start, but I'll tell you when we are done."

She sighed "ok fine, it will be a good kiss" but then you will leave and put everyone back to normal?! She still believed she must be experiencing some strange hallucination.

"I promise, I will unfreeze everyone, when we are done."

She reluctantly stepped towards him, looked back at her husband with his hand raised in triumph in seeming perpetuity, and then turned back to Mikey. She closed her eyes and puckered her lips as she leaned into him. When their lips touched she pulled back instinctually at first before pressing back forward. She had promised it would be good. Her simple peck gave way as she softened her lips to deliver the kiss that would free her wedding from his pause.

After a generous, long, soft kiss she gently pulled back. She looked into his eyes, optimistically waiting for a word or facial expression that would confirm he got what he wanted. His gaze showed no sign of such a feeling. The immediate feeling of disappointment and impatience filled her and manifested in a hard slap across his face. Mikey absorbed the slap as a fair reaction. He conceded that she may feel that he deserved it, and likely more, but he knew that he would certainly earn every ounce of that slap and much more before he relented. If ever there was a smug look that rivaled her new husbands, Mikey just delivered it.

Morgan looked back at him, un phased by her slap, which was certainly a powerful smack. She looked over at her husband, and back over her guests still looking more like a painting than a party. Frustration began to stew in he, she begrudgingly recognized a simple kiss was not going to be enough. She threw herself back into Mikey and laid her lips upon him again. This time she opened her mouth to him. She let her tongue aggressively enter his mouth. The energy of her delivery made it passionate if not sloppy. Dressed in her stunning white gown, she was now tongue dancing with an old fling.

Mikey accepted her frantic attempt to pacify him with a steamy kiss. While she kissed him he grabbed hold of the clasp on the back of her dress. She swatted at his arm in protest. His overzealous audacity was absurd and puzzling. He persisted, which led her to turn up intensity to keep him at bay. She had no intention of feigning anymore false passion for him, but his delusional assumption that he could get away with undressing her called for a certain defense. She pulled back to catch her breath, his hands had a firm grip on the zipper of her dress.

"You can't!" She demanded, still befuddled that she would even have to tell him that.

His sinisterly smile let her know that he in fact "could."

Although unzipped, the dress still clung to her, protecting the bride's dignity. She became overwhelmed. A moment ago his nonsensical advance seemed laughable. Undressing a bride at her own wedding was unfathomable and she believed she would chastise him for the very thought, but now, a line was crossed.

She knew she would stop him, or at least confident she was confident she could if she had to. Morgan hesitated, unsure what her plan would be if she fought him off and then had to deal with a statued wedding party alone. It did seem simpler, to play into his desires for a moment while she came up with a better plan to make him agree to return everyone back to normal.

The zipper came down, freeing her from its tight grasp. She let out an involuntary gasp. The pressure from the binding dress had held her tight and now felt her blood rushing unabated.

The second option was much easier especially since it had a certain momentum already. He motioned for her to turn around. Morgan did so and she looked directly into the blank eyes of her new groom. She felt Mikey's hands touch her back that was now exposed from the lowered zipper. In one motion her strapless, beautiful dress fell to the floor. What remained was a white lace thong and a garter around her thigh.

"I remember these sweet cheeks" referring to that time he saw her in the showers, or the countless times her bathing suite revealed a little extra, likely intentionally from her. He returned a slap of his own to her exposed ass which made her cry out in surprise. Mikey walked around her, checking her out from every angle. She was lost in her thoughts, trying to weave a plan while was already being unraveled.

The front of her panties read "bride." He raised his gaze up past her panties to settle upon her breasts that hung deliciously free. Her nipples were noticeably erect which forced a smile across his face. He let his finger graze the hard tip and stared her in the eyes letting her know that he knew, deep down, an insuppressible arousal was stirring.

Morgan was lost in what seemed like a dreamlike moment. Although she was not frozen like the rest, she stood exposed. Not just her body, but her desires. Ticking from his wristwatch was the only sound in the room, a ticking that only she could here, as the sound stood still for everyone else in the room.

She hadn't thought of Mikey since the days they used to flirt on the pool deck. She just got married only an hour ago. In this moment, a combination of her manufactured passion to originally ward him off with a kiss, her exposure, and the godlike power that he somehow yielded had compromised her. She did detect the slightest hint of arousal. His advance on her was delicately brutal. A heroic idea of saving everyone at her wedding was plowing the path to overcome this moral conflict. Her thoughts of justification, and forgiving her own future guilt was suppressing an outright resistance to his unthinkable advance.

He stood in front of her staring into her soul, seeing that her inner demons were winning this thought trial. He reached for his belt and flung it out from his waist like he was wielding a whip.

"Sorry I'm a bit late, but out of curiosity, did you take any particular advantage of your last night of freedom? Please indulge me, I have spent a lot of time fantasizing about his."

His question inadvertently struck a chord with Morgan. She had not. Her bachelorette party had taken a very vanilla turn, at her own request and she was practically grieving about it this very morning. She had regretted that she had, chickened out that night, on account of her feeling of virtue. When she woke this morning she was sad, knowing she had lost an opportunity to be promiscuous one last time as a single woman. His question burned straight through to the core of her darkest desires and would lead to a divinely tragic concession.

"Take off my pants" he directed Morgan. She stepped out of her dress and squatted in her heels in front of him. Any thoughts of resistance were now drowned out by the sound of his voice and the tick-tocking of his watch. She responded well to him being direct. She didn't know what to do, so the easiest thing for her to do was to follow his lead at this point.

Mogan was not fully certain that any of this was even real. She didn't know what to make of it, but something about it was awakening something exciting inside of her. Her willing suspension of belief allowed her to submit to his early demands.

She pulled his pants down to the floor, leaving him standing in his red, Speedo-like briefs. She looked up at him, and then at the bulge behind the red fabric. There was no question as to where this was going. Morgan looked back at Ryan; she was hesitant.

"Can he see?" She meekly asked Mikey with a malevolent innocence.

Mikey assured her that no one could process any new information while they were in this suspended state, which was true. They wouldn't register anything their eyes saw while they were frozen.

She looked back at the red bulge. He looked down at her squatting in her heels, with the garter wrapped tightly around her thigh and her tits swinging ever so slightly as she looked back and forth as she gathered the courage. Mikey led her up from her knees. For a moment she was confused. Was it all over? Was this it? She felt some shame for feeling even the slightest bit disappointed. The feeling was short lived, but long enough to seal her fate. He wanted her on the table.

He guided her until she was on her hands and knees on the sweetheart table, her ass facing the posing Ryan, and her mouth, perfectly positioned for a wedding day invasion. Her attention was redirected to his red bulge once again. Her inner desires had revealed themselves to her a moment ago. She was ready, and a bit more excited than she would like to admit. She pulled down the red briefs, unleashing a cock that came springing from its fabric restraint.

She couldn't help but take another look around the room, everyone staring, but empty. Their eyes locked on her profane posture, but vacant and unjudging. She looked back over her shoulder at Ryan, his triumphant pose now seemed as if he was almost cheering her on. At least that is what she told herself. Morgan looked back up at Mikey, who had stripped off his shirt. The power he had wielded over the room made him like a god to her. She took him into her mouth. The opportunity she felt she had squandered at her bachelorette party; she was now going to experience tenfold. His cock, felt jagged and unwelcome in her mouth, but past the bitter sting of it, she felt a strange exhilaration.

Feeling him on her tongue she felt like she had absorbed some of that power. She felt amazing. All the fright that should accompany such a taboo public display melted. She was on stage and the fever dream took hold. To maintain some balance, she reached around and grabbed hold of Mikeys ass cheeks. Two handfuls gave her leverage to take him deep into her throat.

The youthful, sneaky feeling she had when they used to causally seduce each other during their lifeguard days gave her a nostalgic exuberance. She grabbed hold as she worked him along her pursed lips. This was the culmination of their luring game of pursuit that never reached its climax years ago.

For Mikey, he finally had what he had wanted for so long. He had dreamed of this for several years. Ever since he had first laid eyes on her in the shower. She was the girl who got away. Now, she was on her knees before him, a bridal updo gave him full view of her lipstick smearing along the shaft of his cock. Her tush raised to her new hubby while she indulged in the fantasy trap he had set for her.

Her enthusiasm was unexpected. He was reaching his end much more rapidly than he anticipated. Her vigor was going to make quick work of his highly anticipated moment. The view from above and the masterful skills Morgan had with her mouth left him in a bit of a panic himself. The moment he had dreamed of was going to burst away in an instant. He feared she would be wildly disappointed as well if it met an untimely end.

She felt him swell inside her mouth. She knew she was good at what she was doing, and she loved making quick work of a throbbing member. She was in pursuit of a victory of her own. In her rocking back and forth she had felt her bare ass graze upon the dangling hand of her husband. Releasing her grasp of Mikeys butt with her right hand she pulled Ryans hand between her legs. Mikey grabbed his hand around the back of her neck to try and gain back some control.

His swell began to reach a breaking point. He had to do something. He pressed the dial around his watch to the side of her Morgans face, just enough for her rocking to rotate the beveled edge one click. She took no notice, but the next sound she heard was impossible to go unnoticed.

"What the?!" bellowed a hauntingly familiar voice to Morgan. She shuttered. With her mouth full and Mikeys hand holding her in place she bucked spastically. The voice she had heard was Ryans. The sobering reality of her current position sent her into a frenzy, in which Mikey enjoyed denying her retreat. She remained mouth filled.

The horror and confusion on Ryans face gave Mikey the moment of redemption he had lusted for. The man who stole the girl of his dreams now being treated to the back end of his new bride while she stuffed his cock down her throat. He let her pull away and as she did he rotated the bevel on his watch back one click.

Morgan turned to face her nightmare. What she saw was Ryan, once again frozen in time with the facial expression that would accompany the shock of a lifetime. She looked into his eyes amidst her hysteria, trying to gain some sort of composure amongst the total confusion. She looked out at the guests, her own parents, they all shared the same look they had the entire time. Nothing had changed, just Ryan.

***PART TWO***

When Morgan looked back at Mikey she desperately needed an answer. Had he betrayed her? He met her gaze with a calming expression. She couldn't fathom why he was calm, or what had actually transpired.

"No need to worry Morgan, I just wanted to treat you to a little surprise, if you will. Yes, your worry is true, for a moment, Ryan saw what was happening. Although it seemed like an eternity to you, it was only a single moment. When he is retuned from this state again, to fins you lovingly sitting next to him, dressed in your beautiful gown, the memory will make no sense and his mind will have no choice to dismiss it as it will not be able to reconcile with the world around him. In essence, it will be like a subliminal message. He won't even realize he has seen it. However, I can tell you have been turned on by this real-life fantasy I have created just for us, and I want to offer you a chance to play in a way of your choosing."