Doug looked me over and with a huge grin on his face he unbuttoned all but the three center buttons. He might as well have left the damned thing in the back seat!I know that the store we’re about to enter is all about sex. But Christ! I’m almost naked! The top of my dress is hanging open, not even trying to cover my breasts! Both of my nipples are exposed. And that isn’t even the worst of it! My skirt flares out below the belt exposing most of my pelvis! I can’t imagine they’ll permit me inside. Squeeze your god damn pussy for him, I yelled at my wife. Holy fuck, the man moaned before slamming into her one last time and orgasming. He pulled his now limp dick out of her and went to sit on the sofa to recover. I didnt give my wife the same opportunity as I stood her up and bent her over the bed. I lined my cock up with her pussy and pushed it in. It slid in easily and I could feel the void that was left by the other man inside my wifes cunt. It didnt take me long and I was fucking her. That sight almost made Mark choke with emotion. The vision of his tiny bride in an ivory dress, her eyes shining like headlights through her veil, brought tears to his eyes. They held hands gazing into each other's eyes throughout the service. The vicar gave a mercifully short sermon. The same soloist sang the Laudate Dominum from Mozart's Vespers during the signing of the register. Then Victoria and Mark came back down the aisle to the Wedding March from Aida. Her smile was dazzling and Mark's. Her jaw dropped and she stormed out.I looked out the window to see people sitting outside. They were sitting at a long table talking. One person stuck out from the rest, she was texting on her phone. She had short black hair and pretty pale skin. She looked short from what I could see. She had a Bluetooth in her ear. I could smell her attitude from inside.“Ready to meet the old ball and chain,” he asked rolling his eyes. I shrugged my shoulders, and headed out to the backyard to meet.
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