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Chapter - Bride Fucks Two Strangers Men

It was a beautiful setting for a wedding. The young bride, Marie, and her husband had chosen to have a small ceremony, set on the beach, with just their closest friends and relatives in attendance. Everyone was in the festive mood that comes with a wedding. The husband could hardly take his eyes off his lovely wife.

The ceremony was short, the guests gathered on a secluded spot on the beach near the hotel where the bride and groom where staying. Pictures were taken, vows were made, everyone celebrated. Having a wedding on a public beach is obviously going to attract some attention from the other beachgoer and there was a small audience of strangers watching and a few taking pictures as well.

After all the obligatory pictures were taken the wedding party and guests proceeded to the hotel’s restaurant for dinner. Everyone stayed in the same clothes they wore at the ceremony. Marie knew this was the one time she would ever get to wear her dress and she was intent on getting the most out of it. Her husband loved the way she looked in it. It was a strapless dress. It fit her form flawlessly, accenting her tits, fitting tightly across her hips and ass before flowing out around her legs.

The bride Marie was often very hard on herself regarding her looks. Like many women she tended to find all the small flaws and imagined faults of her body. If one was to know her sexual history it would be clear by the many men she had been with up till now that they found something very appealing about her. Many men found that she was the kind of girl that needed proof that she was good looking, and what better proof than sleeping with a man. Of course the men knew, what better way to get laid than to find the insecure girl at the bar and get her to go home with you. With Marie, once she had been drinking, these effects got stronger and she was often eager to have her insecurities fucked out of her, at least for a night.

Dinner was going well, copious amounts of alcohol were being drunk by the guests, as well as the bride and groom.

A wedding partly in full dress at a restaurant is hard to miss, and the bride and groom would occasionally get random congratulations from another parton. When the husband got up to go to the bathroom, he was stopped by a couple of men.

“Hey, did you just get married?” “Yeah.” the husband replied. “Well, congratulations man, she’s a hot one” the first man laughed “looking forward to the wedding night?” “Yeah.” the husband said awkwardly. “I would, she looks like shes a lot of fun in the sack.” “Fuck yeah, I would tap that” the second man joked.

“Glad I’m the one that gets to take her home tonight.” the husband said, hoping that the men would get the point that he wasn’t up for talking about his wife’s fuckability. The men laughed, exchanged glances and finished their business in the restroom and went on their way. The husband did the same, rejoining the rest of the party quickly.

“Hey babe, you are attracting some attention.” he said to his wife. She blushed, “what do you mean?” “Those guys were talking about how hot you looked in your dress.” He gestured to them. “I agree, you look great.” She smiled and gave him a kiss. “Will you excuse me? I want to go have a cigarette and I have to go to the bathroom.”

The husband watched his wife as she walked through the bar of the restaurant toward the bathroom, as she got closer he lost sight of her behind the crowd that was gathered around the bar. What he didn’t see was the light brush of her hand that Marie gave the first man as she passed by him on her way towards the restroom, or the glance that she gave the other man as he watched her go past. These men were no different than the other men from other bars in her past. They knew exactly what that look in a woman meant, though a newlywed bride was a new conquest. A slight smile spread across their faces as the two friends started to formulate a plan.

Marie found her way into the restroom, stumbled into a stall, then awkwardly worked the bottom half of her dress above her legs and squatted over the toilet. Knowing how her husband was anticipating the wedding night, she had worn a bridal themed thong underwear, as well as thigh high nylons held in place with a garter belt, leg garter, and high heels. She finished her business and stopped to wash her hands before leaving the restroom.

She looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing the wedding dress of her dreams. She had spent days looking at dresses online and in catalogues, going around and around as to which style she thought she wanted. Finally she went to the bridal store and knew, the moment she saw it, that the dress she now was wearing was ‘the one’. For all the beauty she saw in the dress, all she seemed able to focus on was the flaws she perceived the dress was revealing. Where the men in the bar saw a top that revealed just enough of the shape of her breasts above the neckline, just begging any man to want to see whats underneath, she saw small, unsatisfactory breasts that she was sure men thought were too small. Where she saw lack of curves as the dress continued down towards her hips, any man saw hips curving out and an ass that was hard to resist putting their hands on.

Her mind turned to the men at the bar and she was surprised to find herself getting flushed thinking about them. They were attractive men, surely they must have beautiful girlfriends, the opposite of her, but she had seen the way they looked at her, She knew that look. She had seen it in her husband when they kissed on their first date. She had seen it in her stepbrother when they wrestled around in high school. The thoughts racing through her mind were hard to keep track of, she had already drunk more than her fair share of alcohol. It was time for that cigarette and some fresh air to get herself calmed down.

The new bride Marie headed out to the restaurant's patio to smoke, the eyes of the bar patrons, especially the men, following her as she passed through the room. She got outside and lit up. “hello” she heard. She turned around, there were the two men from the bar.

“Hi” she said nervously. “Hello,” said the first man “congratulations, your husband is a very lucky man.” “Thank you.” she said. The man continued “Your dress is lovely, and you look beautiful.” Marie blushed shyly.

“Well the dress is beautiful” she said “anyone would look good in it.” “Well, the dress is nice, but you… you look beautiful, that dress looks so good because of who is wearing it. My name’s Carl, by the way, this is my friend Kyle.” The other man nodded in her direction. “Hello” the bride blushed, feeling more flushed than when she came outside.

Inside the restaurant the husband was enjoying the party, he was drinking his beer and joking with his friends about the stupid things they had done together in high school. He was so happy. He could remember the first time he had met the girl that had just become his wife and the attraction was immediate. When he saw her at the ceremony that day he had felt that feeling all over again. She looked ravishing in that dress, everyone in the wedding party had commented to him that same thought. Heck, even those guy who had been in the restroom earlier had noticed. As he saw the men from the restroom earlier leaving, he felt a sense of pride, knowing those men were probably envious that he was the one who got to go home with her that night. He would be the one tasting her lovely pussy. He could hardly wait until they were back in their room and he could run his hands up her legs, taking his time, feeling her respond to his touch, to make her wet. As his thoughts turned toward the activities of later that evening he spotted her coming back to the table.

“Hi babe” he said as she walked up and gave him a long kiss. “I really need to use the bathroom in our room, my stomach is upset and it.s too hard to use the bathrooms in here in this dress.” “Ok” he said “I'll go with you.” “Its fine.” she said, “I don’t need help I just don’t want to ruin the dress, I’ll call you if I need you. Stay with our guests.”

“Ok.” he said, as she gave him a long kiss. He kissed her back passionately, his hand resting on the small of her back. As she walked away he made sure to slide his hand down and lightly squeeze her ass as she headed for the hotel room.

Marie was doing her best not to fall in her heels, the drinks thoroughly affecting her senses at that point. The conversation she had just had echoing through her inebriated mind. It took serious balls for two men to hit on a married woman, especially one that was wearing her wedding dress, but that’s exactly what happened as the men complimented her, and even invited her to stop by a party at their room later, if she wanted. They had invited her husband to come along too, but she could tell they didn’t really mean it.

The young bride didn’t even know what she was doing, the men’s room number was on the same floor as the suite she and her husband were staying at. She would have to pass by there on the way to her room. What was she doing? She thought to herself. She felt fine, she didn’t need to go to her room, but she just couldn’t stop the urge to walk past the room of the men, to see if they were serious. Her curiosity had overcome her and she had to see if they really thought her beautiful and sexy, or if they were just being nice.

Marie walked down the hall, heart beating a mile a minute, her head spinning.

“Hello.” She snapped to attention, standing in the doorway of the room to her left was Carl from the bar, his friend, Jerry? James? She couldn’t remember. “Where is your husband? Who would let such a sexy bride wander around unescorted?”

“I’m just heading to our room for a minute to… um, I just have to stop by my room.” “I never got you a drink.” Carl said, “If you want, I could get you one, what’s your favorite.” She made her choice, Carl headed into the room to get the drink. Marie stumbled in behind. She looked around the room.

‘It’s ok if I’m not alone with him’ She thought, ‘They were so nice, I’ll have one drink and be back at the party in no time.’ She walk into the room, noting their ‘party’ consisted of just Carl and his friend. “To the best looking woman in the hotel” Carl said, shutting the hotel room door and handing her a drink.

"Let's see that dress again babe." Carl said, "turn around." Marie wobbled to her feet, the alcohol really starting to affect her. She turned in a circle. When she was facing away from them she looked over her shoulder and could see the obvious lust in the men’s eyes as they looked her over, lingering on her ass. Her heart was beating like crazy as she felt her body flush with sexual energy. She realized that both these guys would fuck her if she gave them the chance. She decided to give them a little treat and playfully pulled down on the dress exposing just a hint of her nipple.

The two men knew what to do, they had succeeded in this situation many times before. Carl took the lead, stepping up to steady Marie as she started to topple off her heels. His hand resting on the top of her breast, the other on the small off her back, "watch out beautiful" he said. Her hand brushed the obvious bulge in his pants. Her breathing picked up.

"Really?" she teased, looking in his eyes. "really." Carl said, squeezing her tit slightly, "I would be lucky to fuck a beautiful bride like you." With that statement he learned in and kissed her. Marie returned the kiss, her hand reaching for Carl's as she let his tongue slip into her mouth.

Kyle watched Carl and the drunk bride from his seat on the bed intently, his cock fully hard in his pants. He and Kyle usually took turns being the wingman, but Carl was always better picking up the married women, so he had taken the lead on this slut. It looked like his friend had a guaranteed lay with the bride they had met, but he intended on staying around to see what happened and maybe get in on the action. So far neither the bride our Carl had given him the hint he should leave.

Kyle decided to push his luck. He walked over to Carl and the bride. They were kissing passionately and he noticed Carl's belt was undone. He stepped behind the bride and placed his hands on her breasts, still inside the dress. She breathed in sharply, but then relaxed some as Kyle began exploring her body with his hands.

Marie was getting overwhelmed, she was trying not the let on how turned on she was. The rush of what was happening was almost overwhelming. She remembered vaguely through the alcohol that people were waiting for her. She turned to leave, losing her balance and spilling her drink on Carl, and toppling to the floor herself, pulling Carls pants down to the floor accidentally as she fell. She was now on the floor, staring directly at the head of Carl's cock, which was sticking out above the top of his underwear. “Did I do that?” she asked.

“Of course” he replied, lowering his underwear and stepping toward her. “would you like to see?” “Yes.”

Carl exposed the full length if his now fully erect shaft to her. The lust was obvious in the whore bride’s eyes, she sat on her knees, reached up and grabbed the shaft with both hands. She instinctively began stroking the length of his shaft with her hands. Carl had known since his first real girlfriend that he had been blessed with a larger than average cock, and had spent much of his adult life sharing it with as many women as possible.

By now, Marie was acting purely on instinct. She was too drunk to remember the man she had just promised herself to was waiting downstairs. She was facing a cock that she knew she wanted to have, and her deep sexual instincts had kicked in. She had a job to do and she knew what she needed to do. She licked her lips and leaned forward. She had a small mouth but she would have to find a way to fit the cock inside her. It was her duty as a woman to do what she could to satisfy him.

Kyle sat on the bed, now stroking his own cock as he watched the drunken bride jerking off his friends cock. he watched as she leaned in, and wrapped her lips around his friends big cock. Carls cock was long enough for both her hands to wrap around the shaft, and her lips surrounded the swollen head. She struggled to get her lips around the whole thing but she was clearly eager to make it fit.

He watched her start hungrily licking and sucking his friends cock, Carl standing in front of her, her sitting on her knees with her bridal gown flowing out around her. This was a girl who was not unfamiliar with how to suck a good dick. He was eager for his turn, as the possibility of that was seeming very likely. He continued stroking himself as he pulled out his cell phone to take some vids and pics.

Marie continued sucking Carl’s massive dick, her lips having relaxed some, she was able to slide it in and out of her mouth easier, and each time she went down she got closer to the base, the massive cock filling her mouth more than she was used to. She wanted more, she removed her hands from the cock and grabbed Carls hips, pulling him towards her with each stroke of her mouth, signalling to Carl to move his hips.

Carl watched the bride sucking his cock, pulling him towards her and started thrusting in time with her. He could feel her trying to get the length of his cock into her mouth, drool starting to run down the shaft. Very few women that Carl had been with were able to do that. Most could get only about halfway down, those that did get more in often ended up gagging and giving up. Carl could tell the bride wanted the whole thing, but was struggling to get more than halfway down. He was now determined that he would get this bride, who clueless husband he had met earlier, to take the full length of his shaft before he was done with her.

He pulled his cock out of her eager mouth. “Your turn. Help her on the bed.” He said to Kyle. Kyle and Carl lifted the drunk bride and sat her on the edge of the bed. The two men sat down on either side of her, both fully erect. Marie grabbed one cock in each hand and started stroking. Carl leaned in to kiss her again and soon both tongues were exploring each others mouth. Kyle found the zipper on the back of the wedding dress and unzipped it enough to be able to free her breasts.

Kyle, being a breast man, was in heaven. He was getting his cock stroked by a beautiful bride, her hair done up for the wedding, her dress fitting her wonderfully, and he had just managed to free her tits from the top. They looked lovely to him. sitting perched atop the form fitting top. he put one in his hand and caressed it, she seemed to respond so he tried giving the nipple a gentle pinch and she responded with a soft moan.