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The first time I cheated on my husband was at our wedding. I had been seeing his brother, Russell since my husband and I first got enaged. It all started as casual flirting and sometimes, an occasional playful touch. But we never let it get past that. I don't think we knew how easily we could get away with it.
The day of the wedding, I was quite nervous. Okay, that was putting it lightly, I was a wreck. I was pacing the room and drinking far too many of those mini-bottles I had saved from the flight over. I had sent my mother out in search of some muscle relaxers to help ease me down the aisle, so I figured that I could get as much drinking in alone and unchaperoned.
When I heard the knock on the door, I momentarily panicked. My mother couldn't have gone to the store and back that quickly. Then I heard Russell's voice on the other side of the door, asking to be let in. Maybe it was the alcohol or the fact that I was about to become another man's wife, but I felt so aroused! I practically lept for the door knob.
Russell looked so sauve in his tuxedo. He did resemble his brother in some manner, but that was left for further investigation......
I tried to play it cool. I wanted to remain calm and collected. But my passion overpowered me and I found myself kissing Russell feverishly. At first, he resisted and pushed me away. But I couldn't control myself. I came back at him, my hands running all over his body. I licked at his ears, I whispered my desires. I played with his hair. Under my dress, my thighs were burning. I kissed him like his lips were my only source of life. I sucked at his tounge. It was then I felt him grow hard against me.
I knew I had to take advantage of him right then. I undid his pants, fished about and closed my hand around his cock. I led him, by the cock, to the only chair in the room and pushed him down. Gathering up the hem of my dress, I hastily pushed my white thong out the way.
Before I could sit on it, Russell turned me around. He confessed that he'd wanted to do this since the first time we'd met. I said nothing, but turned back around and guided his cock into my slimy pussy. He was very hard and almost painfully big. He filled me up to the brim. I started to ride him slowly, getting used to his size. I rocked my hips back and forth. I opened my thighs as wide as they would go. I was so wet......
Russell put his hands on my hips and began moving me faster. His cock slid in and out of me, glistening with my juice. I bent forward a little and braced myself against the wall. My ass jiggled as started to ride him faster and faster. The sound of our thighs slapping grew loud enough to unnerve me, but I couldn't control myself.
Faster and faster. His cock became like a blur. In and out, in and out, in and out. I threw my head back and his hands worked their way down into the front of my dress. He pulled out one of my breasts. He pinched my nipple. He rolled it between his fingertips. He squeezed the whole thing in his hand.
I rocked back and forth harder. I worked his cock deeper inside of my pussy until it felt bruised. I was getting so close! I moaned softly. Barely audible, but his hand closed over my mouth like I had screamed. With his hand over my mouth, he took the other and played with my clit. He rubbed it. He flicked it. He even pinched it.
I started to bounce on his cock again. Faster and faster. I was sweating now. His fingers slipped into my mouth. He dug into my lips. His other hand slid across my hips, bracing me. Pulling me. I starting to bounce like a jackhammer. My one breast hanging out. My hair falling down out of its twist.
I couldn't stop. I fucked myself hard with his cock. My juices ran down into his crotch and stained his pants. His hand closed around my throat. I rode his solid cock and he chocked me. When I felt that panic build, when the urge to breath was so great, I finally came.
Just a gurgle. So quiet.
He came inside my dress. A decent thing to do for his husband's new wife. Something borrowed.......
When my mother came back from the store, I was ready to go. Russell had cleaned up and taken his place next to his brother. He and I wouldn't fuck like that again until 5 months later. This time, we almost didn't get away with it.
Until next time, Diary.