Thread: The Night before the Wedding

Its no good denying it, Dan. You know you want this as much as I do. Im standing in front of him, just out of reach. No, Sally, I dont and you know that. Im in love with your sister and were getting married tomorrow. He moves back, just a little. Thats right, Dan, tomorrow. Thats the operative word here. Tomorrow. Not today, tomorrow. Youre a free man still and this is your last chance to do what youve wanted since the moment we met. I take a step towards him, a long step. Hes in reach now. So am I. I dont understand the game youre playing. I dont think you really want me, you just want to get at Carol for some reason. He doesnt move. Its as though hes challenging me, trying to repel me with the intensity of his stare. Oh, Dan, Dan, how could you get it so wrong? This aching in my tits and throbbing in my cunt has nothing to do with Carol any more than that bulge in your pants. This has nothing to do with Carol. Its about me, its about you, its about us. I pretend to move closer and he stumbles back. Sally, you know its not that simple. If Carol ever found out, it would destroy her. She trust me, just like I trust her. Another feint, but hes not going to be tricked a second time. He stands his ground. Really? Do you really? Have you never thought about what she might be doing in her last hours of freedom? Have it crossed you mind that her friends might have arranged a tryst with Steve? Hasnt she ever mentioned Steve? Those two have been on and off for years? Do you think shes going to pass up this last chance? This time I do step forward, fast. Dan retreats desperately, collides with the sofa and drops onto it. I drop on my knees between his outstretched legs. At least, take a look. Youve undressed me in your mind often enough. Take a look at the real thing. I unbutton my jacket and let it slide off my shoulders. Im wearing a lace bra in black and purple. It supports my tits but without holding them tight. They jiggle as I move. No, Sally, stop this. Be sensible. Stop playing about. I stand up. He looks up at me, but his eyes arent on my face. They havent been since I shed my jacket. Im not playing, Dan. Its time you understood that. Im not playing. I drop my skirt and his eyes drop too. Im wearing the full matching set. Thong and suspender belt, both in black and purple, with stockings in black with lace tops. OK, Sally, come on now, youve had your fun. Lets stop now. In years to come well be laughing about this. I drop to me knees again. The fuck we will, Dan. We wont be laughing and were not stopping. Be honest with yourself. You like what you see, dont you? This is how you imagined me, isnt it? Or did you see me in red rather than black? Lots of guys like red, but I find it too tarty. He sits up, which brings him closer to me. I unbutton his shirt. He doesnt stop me. Actually, I always imagined you in white for some reason. I cant think why. It wasnt because you were innocent. Not the way you always flirted with me. I push his shirt over his shoulders. He doesnt stop me. I didnt flirt. I just looked at you and you looked at me and we understood how each of us was feeling about the other. We communicated without needing to speak. Thats not flirting. Flirting is playing. I wasnt playing and neither were you and we both knew it. I push him back onto the cushions and remove his shoes, one at a time, slowly, keeping my eyes on him all the time. Please, Sally, please dont make me betray Carol. We both need to be strong. I unfasten his pants. I lean back and pull them over his feet. Hes just in a pair of tight whities now. Tight whities with a bulge and a damp stain. Youre not betraying Carol, Dan. Youre not married. Theres no commitment. Think about Steve. Think about her with Steve. She may be doing this to him, right now. And you know what, I doubt is shes thinking about you at all. I try to pull his whities off, but they catch on his cock. He moans and sighs. I stretch the waist band, careful not to touch his cock, and hes free. Naked, with me between his legs. Sally, just do what you want, OK? Get it over with and leave me alone. Not exactly Id hoped for, but Im not going to turn down the invitation. Lets see how long he can keep his hands off me. I lean over him, careful not to touch him, but letting my tits dangle in his face, my stiff nipples close enough for him to lick them, but he doesnt. I do not take my eyes off his, but he cant hold my gaze, his eyes are on my chest. I pull back until my face is over his chest and let my breath trickle onto his nipples, one then the next, watching them stiffen, before moving down the length of his chest, across his navel and over his belly, skirting his shaft. My eyes are still on his his are still on my tits. theres some clear fluid oozing from his cock. I blow on it to dry it, then trace the length of his shaft with my breath until I reach his balls. My tits are out of his eye line now, so his eyes hold mine. His mouth is slightly open, his chest is rising and falling faster than it was, but still under control. I sit back on my heels and watch him as his eyes drop to my chest and lower to my crotch and the pale flesh of my thighs, cut by my slim suspender straps. Hes resisting me, but this is just the beginning. He wont last. Hes struggling. I can sense it, just as I am struggling and hold back from mounting him and sucking his six and a half inches slide into me. I move back to this chest and follow the same path, but this time with my tongue. Tickling at his nipples, slowly circling before flicking with the tip of my tongue that sets off on a slow path down his chest bone and on beyond towards the tip of his cock. Its still quivering, still oozing. This time I lick it dry and he shudders. His eyes are closed now. My tongue moves down the shaft to his balls, then up one side and down the other, before lapping at his hairy balls. Again I sit back on my haunches, letting him get a good look at me, his chest is rising fast, so is mine. Its taking me all my self-control to stay in control. I move my eyes briefly to chest his fists, theyre clenched, tugging at the end of the cushions. Hes close to breaking, but so am I. Back to his chest and off again along that well-trodden path, this time with my lips. Soft moist lips that pull on his nipples and drop butterfly kisses down his chest, slowly, inexorably approaching his cock. That fluid is thicker now, creamy rather than clear. I hover over it, my tongue just protruding between my lips and wait. His eyes are closed, his expression tense, hes bracing himself for whats coming next. I take the head of his cock between my lips and pull it off his belly. He opens his eyes and I hold them for as long as I dare, feeling that throbbing in his cock, matching the throbbing deep in my belly. Then I duck my head, throating him in one swift movement, throwing my head from side to side, listening to his moans and groans. His eyes are up in the top of his head, his body shudders and he drains his balls. I hold onto his cock, sucking until I have taken every single sperm, before I pull away and let it smack down. His chest is still heaving, his mouth open, his eyes looking at me as I stand up and turn away, hiding my disappointment that he managed to control himself for so long, hiding too my frustration. But all is not yet lost. I bend over, giving him his first clear view of my ass, as I pick up my skirt. Without looking back, I raise one leg to step into it. He has to move now or he never will. And I have no intention of asking him, still less begging him. He knows what he has to do. He knows what he wants to do. Im on one leg when his hands are on my waist, pulling me back onto the sofa. OK, Sally, its my turn now. Lets see you how you like being on the receiving end of that treatment. I like it just fine and by the time hes finished, he ready to rock some more and I ride him, twice. Then I walk out, leaving him to rest. As Im sitting in my car, I text Carol. We were right, love, hes not to be trusted. Like all men. How did it go with Steve? Last edited Jan 6, 2019