Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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Everyone in the story is of age. The daughter and her friend are both 18 years old.
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I walk into the wedding knowing that it will be beyond boring and only came because my friend George said there would be a lot of good-looking women. 'Fuck It' I thought. 'It's Friday, they have an open bar and, I want to get sloppy drunk. If I get laid, then that's an added bonus for me.' The wedding itself is pretty plain and vanilla. The man walks down the aisle and looks hungover from the night before. George told me the groom had his face buried in a stripper's tits until three this morning and is currently running on fear of his fiancΓ©.
He stands at the altar and I see the bride's mother glaring at him from her seat. I guess he was stupid enough to invite her husband to the carnal bachelor party. What an idiot. He avoids her eyes and instead looks everywhere else. Soon he's saved by the music starting and the bridesmaids paired with groomsmen begin walking down the aisle in the middle of two pews. I watch each couple go past and in between I look over the people on the groom's side.
Nobody seems extraordinarily fun or interesting. As I'm about to give up I see her. She's sitting with perfect posture and a hairstyle that must have taken her an hour in the bathroom. Her husband seems very boring. She's wearing a black and white striped dress that creates an upside-down V along the center seam. She isn't showing any cleavage and the dress is very conservative, but I can see the swell of her breasts through her dress's bodice and the flare of her hips sitting down and she is a knockout. She's a pale redhead weighing no more than 120lbs. She's a little older and I wonder how I will be able to get in her bed tonight.
After the wedding is the reception and it's held in a darkened room filled with tables circling a cheap parquet dance floor. It looks like something they would sell at the discount flooring store because no one ever wanted it. In the dark light it seems less tacky and ugly as it would in the daylight and under bright lights. After I walk in, I took my time in finding my target again and then I see her dancing with the man that was sitting with her during the wedding. Her husband seems entirely forgettable. He doesn't carry any distinct features and carries himself with uncertainty and tentativeness.
He seems unsure of who he is and what he should be doing. His wife also seems aware of his clear feelings of inadequacy as she rubs his back reassuringly while also looking at other people.
To me it looked like she's shopping, I see her dart from man to man on the dance floor with her eyes. I stand at the edge of the dance floor and wait for her eye to hit me then when it does, I begin walking toward her. Her look changes from curiously shopping to intrigue as to where I am going and why did it look like I was heading right for her. When I arrive, that look turned to fear as I greeted them. "Mind if I cut in and dance with the pretty lady there, Pal?" I say and reach between them.
I'm not sure if this guy doesn't want to cause a scene or just simply couldn't stand up for himself, he simply disengages with his wife on the dance floor and allows me to wrap my arms around her and continue the slow dance. "It's okay honey, go get us a drink and I will be over after this song." She tells him and I watch as he slips through the other dancing guests.
"What's your name?" I ask her as I was looking in her eyes with nothing between our faces but 6 inches of space and our body's lightly touching. "Julie" said her soft voice, "and that's my husband Dan." "I'm Justin and I only came to find something tasty to take home." I told her candidly as I let my hand sink down to the crest where her lower back blossomed out to the swell of her ass. "Then why spend your time with me? You can see that I'm already taken." Julie told me. To which I replied, "Just because someone's taken doesn't mean that they can't be taken over." I then lowered my hand and gripped her right cheek tightly and kissed her on the cheek and whispered in her ear, "I'll come find you when you're a little more pliable Julie." I then release her body and walk away passing Dan on the way, heading off the dance floor. "Julie sure does have a tight ass Dan!" and I smacked him on the back.
Dan drops his drinks on the floor, and I tell him that I will go and get some replacements for the both of them and to go find Julie. He thanked me and walks toward where I left Julie and I walk to the bar. I order a double of a drink I knew would fuck Julie up the quickest and got a Jack and Coke for Dan. Once I arrive to the two of them Dan tries to stick up for his wife. "Why do you think you can put your hands on my wife like that? You Animal!" he questions. I hand Julie her drink and give Dan the fakest apology that I can muster and as I am handing him his drink I ask, "Don't you have to drive home tonight? You can't be drinking these it will mess you up badly." And I drink his drink and tell Julie that she can't hold her drink on the dance floor and I watch her tip her glass up and drain the entire glass quickly.
I take the glass from her and return to the bar. "Mikey, here's $100. Make sure that firecracker there in the black and white dress has a new one of these, every 20 minutes for the next 2 hours." I watch the bartender pocket the money and I mingle with the other guests for the next hour and a half before looking for Julie and Dan.
I find them sitting alone at a table and I see the glazed over look in Julies eyes and the recognition when she sees me. It starts with a smile like we are good friends and then turns into a light-hearted grimace. Apparently, she doesn't care as much now that she's drunk and instead smirks and says, "Well if it isn't my groper. Did you come back for another feel because that's not gonna happen mister." Dan is just sitting there with a dark drink in his hand and watching as we speak. I look from Julie to Dan and tell him, "I hope there ain't booze in that drink there Dan." Dan looks down at his drink and shakes his head then speaking quietly he says, "It's only a soda sir."
I hold out my hand and tell Julie to get up because we were going to dance again. She looks at Dan and he seems like a deer caught in the headlights and doesn't know what to do or say. "Dan doesn't mind. Do you Dan? In fact, I won't even take her out of your site. We will dance right here in front of the table." I tell Dan. Julie reaches up tentatively and places her hand in mine. I raise her up and feel the effect that those drinks she's been having tonight have had on her so far as they have caused her legs to wobble slightly as she stands.
Without walking away from the table, I turn Julies back to Dan and put my hands low on her hips. I watch Dans eyes look at where I placed my hands and he seems frightened and intrigued as to what I am doing. I begin dancing with her and ask, "So Julie, what kind of panties are you wearing? It doesn't feel like much as I don't feel any material under this light material."
"That's none of your business! Only Dan gets to see them, and you will never know." She tells me through slurs. I reach lower and cup her ass lightly in both hands and look Dan in the eye like a predator claiming the kill as my own. Julie gasps and I re-assure her, "I just want to make sure you don't fall Julie." She doesn't believe me but also doesn't try to move out of my arms. She lays her head on my shoulder as we move, I slide my hand down the back of her dress and place it under the hem of her dress and on her bare cheek. Julie sighs lightly into my neck, "Honey you are being frisky tonight." I take that to mean she thinks I am Dan and so I move my hand between her legs and lightly slide a finger down into the fold between her legs. She snaps up and looks wild. Her movement is too quick for someone so drunk already and I catch her from falling by spanning both cheeks of her ass with the palm of my hand and let two fingers move between her legs pressing firmly into the gusset of her panties and my other hand rests on her upper back. I can feel the heat coming from her pussy.
"Careful Julie, you almost fell there darlin'" I say as I bring her light frame back to standing and slide my finger along her panty cover slit, along her asshole then up the crease of her cheeks. "A thong is a great choice for this outfit. But no underwear would have been better." I whisper in her ear as I remove both hands and push her back into her seat next to Dan who looks more unsure than he did before. Dan looks in his lap and he's holding a wet spot on his crotch. "Dan! Did you cum in your pants from my dance with your little fuck-toy wife?" I ask him. All Dan does is nod and look sheepishly over at his wife. Julie looks at Dan and I see the disgust in her eyes. "Don't be to mad Julie. 85% of married men want to see their wives with another man. Your husband here may not have even known that this was his desire until now." I tell her of the fact that I just made up and she lightens her disgust.
"I don't want to see another man fuck her!" Dan says, trying to sound certain but it falls flat.
"Is that so Dan? I have a test for that." I ask then reach over to Julie sitting and I shove a hand down the front of her dress and grope roughly at her chest. Dan stares wide-eyed at me but says nothing. Julie looks at Dan then down to his pants and they both allow me to molest her without complaint.
"It seems that I see a tent spouting there. What do you see Julie?" I ask.
Julie didn't say anything but instead she closes her eyes and moaned quietly as I roll a nipple in my hand. "Time to go home you two." I tell her as I remove my hand and motion for Dan to stand up and I give Julie my hand to stand. She stands unsteadily and I wrap my arm around her back and allow my hand to stay on her ass.