Mila made sure the bride had something borrowed.
Me and Soph have been good mates since we were about 16. She’s the gorgeous one, I’m the sidekick. It’s always been that way. Anyway, when her bloke Ricardo proposed I was well pleased to be asked to be her bridesmaid, until I realised it meant spending six months as Soph’s slave. I got totally sick of talking about the wedding and how wonderful it was going to be. Everything Soph had was perfect, while I had nothing except the ‘privilege’ of being her friend. That’s the only excuse I can give for doing what I did.
About two weeks before the wedding I was at their flat trying on a prototype for my dress. It was the sample size, an 8 or something, and I was bursting out all over the place. In the middle of everything Soph got a call from work and zoomed off to pick something up. After she’d gone Ricardo poked his head round the door to see if I wanted a coffee and then came sidling into the room. He was looking at me in a way I can only describe as a leer. I was about to cover myself up when something stopped me. Years of pent-up annoyance at my perfect friend and her perfect life came simmering to the surface, and I just thought, “Screw it,” and walked over to him.
“You like the dress?” I said. “I was just thinking about getting out of it.” For a second he looked shocked and then his eyes kind of glazed over as he focused on my barely-contained tits. “What about it then?” I asked. “I won’t tell if you won’t.” He grinned, then shrugged, and reached his hand around my waist, pulling me in for a slow, deep kiss. I felt myself start to get wet right away, partly from the kiss and partly from the awareness that I was doing the worst thing you could ever do to a friend, and she could walk back in that door at any minute. I pushed his hands downward so he was grabbing my arse and started to wriggle myself against what I could feel was a huge hard-on. He kissed me harder then dropped his head down to my throat, tugging the dress down below my boobs so he could suck at my nipples. He slid his other hand up my thighs and helped me wriggle out of my knickers. I panted at him to wait, stepped back and reached for my handbag, fishing out a condom that had been hiding there for months. He followed me, and then eased me back onto their Italian leather sofa, pushing my dress up over my hips so my c**t was totally exposed. He put the condom on and lowered himself down, sliding his rock-hard cock into me so far I gasped. He looked as hot as I felt, so I reached round and grabbed his arse, bucking my hips to meet him and pushing him deeper with each thrust. He fucked me hard until I thought I couldn’t take any more and then I wrapped my legs around him and bucked against him while I came, feeling my best friend’s soon-to-be husband shooting his hot load and muttering my name while he spurted. It was one of the best shags of my life, even though it was so quick; doing something completely forbidden made me hotter than I’ve ever been.
Soph didn’t catch us but it was close; she got back about ten minutes after I’d had a wash and put my normal clothes back on. Ricardo ran off on a convenient errand and I told her something had come up. She did look at me a bit oddly but she didn’t comment.
I won’t do it again, but I’ll tell you this: Knowing that Soph’s perfect husband had fucked me in my bridesmaid’s dress made Soph’s perfect wedding a whole lot easier to enjoy!
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