When I was about to get married, I wasn’t sure how I was going to remain faithful to my husband. I liked sexual variety. Even though he’s good in bed, there’s nothing like the thrill of another partner to rev up your engines. One of the guests at the wedding was an ex boyfriend of mine that had come to stay for the weekend at the hotel the reception was going to be in. I had just gotten dressed in my bridal gown and it was around ten minutes until I was due to walk down the isle in the ballroom we were getting married in.
I let him in and he told me I looked so beautiful and could we fuck just one more time? There was only minutes until I was to walk down in front of hundreds of people. I knew it was wrong, I knew it was foolish, but I didn’t want to say no. So I didn’t. I told him to help me out of my dress carefully. I was out of it quickly. I bent over and away we went, doggy style in my hotel room minutes before I was to get married. We’d practically perfected the quickie when we were a couple, and we certainly hadn’t lost our touch. I came and so did he. I didn’t even have time to clean my pussy after we fucked.
He helped me get back into my dress, zipped me up then himself, I washed my hands, grabbed my bouquet and just made it to the ballroom as the music started playing. I walked down the isle to marry one man with the cum of another inside of me. I felt like such a slut. My naughty secret. My new husband would never know, I loved being naughty. I wondered as I said my vows how long it would be until a cock other than my husbands would be inside of me. Not long I felt, not long.
