We'd RSVP'd for this wedding months ago, long before we had any idea that my wife was going to be out of town and unable to attend. So instead of sitting in the church pew with my wife, I was sitting with my daughter-in-law, while my son was being part of the wedding party for one of his friends from high school. In fact, looking at the program, almost all of the attendants were from his old high school group.
With the change in music, I could tell it was time for the wedding party to start marching in. I twisted in my seat to watch the first of the bridesmaids and groomsmen to come down the aisle, and quite honestly, did a doubletake. The bridesmaid's dress was, well unique. It consisted of a short pleated skirt that came down to mid-thigh in a rather stark pink color, nude stockings and very tall pink high heels. The top portion of the dress was well, only half there. It was strapless and backless, the top starting so low in back to almost reach to the top of her full round butt, and extending around her sides and up until it could cover her large breasts. The lace covered satin material then dipped down between her breasts almost to her navel. The V of the material held from spreading apart by a crisscross of string that looked like a shoelace. I wondered momentarily what, if anything, was keeping her large breasts contained in the dress.
The next young woman was identically dressed, her somewhat smaller breasts not overflowing the dress to near the extent the first young lady had, but there was most definitely plenty of creamy breast showing around and over the lobes of the dress covering her chest. If I had to draw an opinion, the dresses were more like slutty prom dresses than bridesmaid's dresses. I wasn't surprised to see the third young woman, slimmer than the first, but with every bit as much chest, walk down the aisle with my son. It took several seconds before I recognized the young woman as someone my son had dated in high school for some time.
The fourth bridesmaid was a little chunkier. Not fat by standard, but certainly what I called a plus size, with the dress barely able to contain her somewhat larger size. The V of exposed skin down the front was exposing much more of her breasts as it was pulled apart.
The maid of honor wore the same dress as the rest of the bridesmaids, though with her slimmer figure and smaller chest, the dress looked much less slutty on her.
Everyone stood for us to watch the bride come down the aisle, the top of her dress identical to the bridesmaid's dresses, except being white, with the skirt being a more traditional layer after layer of see-through mesh material that occasionally gave a glimmer of leg, not having that heavy layer of satin under the mesh type material. A couple of times as she walked to the altar I swore I could make out white stockings and garters if the material moved just right. It was certainly the most unusual wedding dress I'd ever seen. As the ceremony progressed, I was sure I could see her bare butt through the material, making it difficult to decide who to watch, the bride or the bridesmaids, who seemed to be struggling to keep the tops of their dresses from sliding down as they stood in their row. As the ceremony drew to a close, the new couple was introduced and the wedding party processed out, most of them walking down the aisle with a considerably larger amount of breast showing and in two cases at least some areola peeking over the top of the dress.
Tracy and I waited our turns to be ushered out of our pew and to the receiving line, where we greeted the new couple and the wedding party. I had to admit that it was difficult to keep my eyes on their faces rather than their cleavage. At least two of the bridesmaids that I knew from when my kids were in high school leaned in for a hug instead of a hand shake, pressing their chests against mine, leaving me hoping no one noticed the hardon that was trying to grow in my pants.
Finally through the line I milled about with the rest of the guests, waiting for the departure, the most predominate topic of discussion being the attire of the wedding party, including the bride. The predominant topic though being whispered was that the bride had on stockings and a garter and that was it, a few guys claiming to have seen nothing on the front of her either. We finally threw our bird seed at the departing couples as they climbed into a limo and raced off, everyone knowing they'd be back momentarily to start the picture routine.
Tracy and I walked to my car and climbed in to drive to the reception hall, a rustic venue out in the woods.
"I couldn't believe she wore that dress," Tracy said quietly after we were in the car. "What was she thinking?"
"Dunno. But it was certainly revealing," I agreed as I backed out of the parking space in the church lot.
"That's an understatement. I feel for those poor girls. That dress didn't seem like it wanted to stay in place very well."
"Certainly not on the larger chested ones," I agreed.
"See! Even you could see that!" she said with a frown. "And the guys, I mean all of them. They didn't seem like they could even take their eyes off of 'em."
"Well. It's what you'd expect."
"Not from Robert," she said quickly. "I don't expect my husband to be staring at other girls' tits. And what was that hug you got from the bridesmaid with Robert?"
"Coleen? She and Rob dated a while in high school. I guess she still remembers me."
"She seems a bit slutty," she said under her breath as we drove out of town.
"She generally did have a tendency to wear skimpy outfits."
"I believe it."
"You have to admit, she has the body for it."
"How can you say that? Just because she had a big set of boobs?"
"Tracy! Goodness."
"What?"
"All I said was she had the body for it."
"Well your son seems to think she still does."
"That's not fair to Rob."
"Sure it is. You'd think he never saw a set of boobs before."
I decided to let the topic drop, sensing that it was bound to get worse before it got better. Tracy was a well shaped young lady, though her breasts weren't nearly as large as Coleen's. She had on a mid thigh summer dress that was held up by only two small strings over her shoulders. It was easy to see the strapless bra she had on through the material of the dress, containing her perky 32 B breasts. How did I know she had B cup breasts? Well, one time she left a bra behind and I found it in the wash I was folding. I knew it wasn't my daughter's or my wife's, so process of elimination left her.
I pulled into the lot of the wedding venue, a large log cabin style barn that had to be at least two or three stories high. I parked and we walked in, finding a massive open ballroom set with tables, a dance floor on one end and an upper loft that overhung the perimeter of the lower floor. Then signs pointed to the loft for the bar, and to be honest I was thirsty. "Come on. Let's get something to drink," I suggested, pointing to the sign.
"Good idea," she said with a frown. "Something stiff if I'm going to have to watch Robert dancing with an old girlfriend."
"Come on. It's just a wedding," I said with a chuckle. I led the way up the stairs and found the bar, getting a coke for myself and a margarita for Tracy. It was bound to be a while before the wedding party arrived so we found a table in the loft that overlooked the floor below and settled down to wait. Two hours and two drinks later, we found our seats at the dinner tables on the main floor with the wedding party set to soon arrive.
As they were announced, the collected guests cheered and clapped, each couple doing some kind of dance step entry. They looked like they had already partaken in a fair amount of alcohol, based on the relative relaxation and uninhibitedness of the couples. As they danced in, the larger chested young ladies had more trouble keeping their girls holstered, Coleen having both of them bounce completely out of the dress so she was finishing her dance with her hands clasped over both soft looking mounds, her face blushing red.
"Look at that!" Tracy said angrily.
"What?"
"Her tits bounced out like that! You know she did that on purpose."
"Why would she do that?"
"Just to show them off to Robert," she said sharply before taking a sip of her third drink.
"Tracy! Are you jealous?"
"NO! I'm not. I just don't appreciate some girl flashing all her goodies at my husband!"
"So you are jealous," I said with the shake of my head. "What can happen? It's a wedding for goodness sakes."
"You would say that. You're enjoying it just fine!"
"What are you talking about?" I asked as I stood up with the rest of the guests as the newlyweds came into the room.
"This," she said, reaching over to my front and squeezing the hardon that was bulging out my pants.
"Tracy!" I snapped in surprise, backing away from her hand. "What the hell?"
"Like I said. You're enjoying the view just fine."
"I think you need to stop drinking," I said as we sat down again, the newlyweds and the wedding party taking their place at the head table.
Almost immediately guests started dinging their glasses with their knives, imploring the new couple to kiss. I was unsurprised to see the groom lean over and give his new wife a kiss, but was surprised to see his hand slip into her top and squeeze one of her tits inside the dress, which brought a giggle from her rather than any kind of displeasure.
"Wow. If I tried that at my wedding my wife would have slugged me," I said quietly, mostly to myself.
"Be glad that's all he's grabbing," Tracy said to me.
"What do you mean?"
"She doesn't have any underwear on! What do you think he's going to be grabbing before the night is out?"
"Tracy. Honey. Take it easy. He just married her. He can grab anything he wants."
"But the girls aren't wearing any either, and Robert is married to me, not Carol or whatever her name is."
"Coleen," I corrected her. "And how do you know?"
