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Unexpected Awareness at a Wedding

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This happened several years ago, and it impacted my life since. I am now a divorced woman, in my 40’s, trying to come to terms with myself. Several years ago, I was a happily married women living in a cleaver up and coming older neighborhood, with my husband David. We were your typical DINKs (double income, no kids) and in our fifth year of marriage. We enjoyed life, was active, kept in shape, and, though not rich, comfortable in our means.

Our adventure….no, in truth, it was my adventure, and it started with an invitation for a summer wedding. We were looking forward to this wedding, taking place in 90-year-old church on the out skirts of a small community just a little over an hour drive from our house. A beautiful place to be married. We planned to enjoy the day together, middle of summer, some time with each other.

Weeks before, I was considering what I would wear to the wedding. Since it was the middle of summer, and even with AC, all the people in the church would most likely make it hot. I started looking into a new sun dress, something light and cool. I found a colourful wrap-around sundress I thought was perfect. Simple pattern, hem just above the knees, and by adjusting the wrap, it could provide a deep V-neck that would show my husband a little cleavage. Being a summer wedding, I had to be one of those rare occasions were women look great wearing a hat with a dress, and I was doing the same.

David is a small animal vet, partner in a practice near our home town. He and his partner take turns working Saturdays and emergency call for Sundays. The plan was for David to have that Saturday off. The consequences resulting from a change in this plan could never have been guessed by me. A couple days before the weekend, David was becoming concerned. His partner was not feeling well, but being the professional, kept working. On Friday, he assured David that he would be fine to work that weekend. So our attendance to the wedding was on.

Saturday, we woke up late and took our time getting ready. There was plenty of time. For me, it was a long bath, pampering myself. I remember feeling horny that morning. We did not have sex, not sure why, but while in the bath, my mind and body was on a sensual mood. I shaved and trimmed to my grooming preferences, then out of the blue, I went and shaved myself completely. I was feeling naughty and in the mood to share this naughty feeling with David. Out of character for myself, I started to think out of our norm. Normally, I would probably walk out of that bath naked to David and have him fuck me over the bed before we left for the wedding. Instead, I started to think about letting this horny feeling go longer, use it to make it an interesting day for my husband, and myself. I would resist the immediate fuck and let it build up for later, make it hotter for us to enjoy later. In the past, I have worn dresses for David without a bra and panties, not often, certainly not as often as David would like, but I have and he always showed his appreciation. Being a warm sunny day, it was the perfect situation for my summer dress and no panties and no bra.

Without David in the room, I dressed, pulling the light fabric of the dress over my smooth naked body. I remember enjoying the warm feeling of being covertly naughty. With the dress tied I looked in the mirror. The dress’s printed pattern hid the obvious signs that I had no bra on, but if you looked, you could see a subtle outline of my breast and the nipple pressing against the thin fabric. Then I started to have second thoughts. Could I tell in the mirror that I was not wearing a bra because of what I was seeing or because I knew I was naked under that dress. Should I wear a bra and just not wear the panties? My mind was second guessing my decision and I was getting a little nervous. My solution, dress without the panties AND bra. If David says anything before we leave, I know it is too obvious.

My makeup and hair done, hat on, and my light summer dress shading my naked smooth body, I felt beautiful and sexy. I met up with David down stairs. He was generous in his compliments, but nothing that told me I was wearing too little. I am sure he could see I was not wearing a bra, but the subtle outline of my breast and nipple was discrete enough for me to go as is. There was no way he knew I was panty less. Off we went.

A lovely hour drive, we arrived at the church, when David received a call. It was one of the two vet techs working with his partner that weekend. She called, telling David that his partner was at work, but he was not well, and they had a full appointment book. The partner was not talking about leaving, but she thought David should know, he was sick. The phone call ended with David asking to be called if the illness got worse. He would have his phone on vibrate and for them to call if there were any problems. We walked in the church and sat at the back row on the far left, just in case he had to leave.

The church was beautiful. An older church, with a small older elementary school on the grounds, beautiful park like surroundings. Amazing it was never spoiled over the years. Men dressed summer casual and women in their summer dresses, many with hats like myself. Sitting on the back row, left side, I made sure I was sitting to my husband’s left. It was not a full house, and our row was empty besides the two of us. This was looking like my golden opportunity and feeling my naked body under that light dress, my mind was barely able to contain my body. I was feeling bad and I loved it. Suddenly, I felt movement to my left, turned, and there was Pete, asking if he could sit with us. I smiled, but inside I was really disappointed. No more teasing and exposing with my husband.

Pete is a nice guy. Lives in the same part of town as us, but blocks away. We are not close, but know many of the same people, and have cross paths at various functions. He is a good looking guy, pleasant to chat with, a little older than me but still younger than my husband. It was not unusual to find him at this wedding, just disappointing that he came by himself and saw an opportunity to sit with people he knows when he saw us. But it gets worse…..minutes after Pete sat down, David’s phone rang. While he took the call outside, Pete and I chatted. It was during this chat I caught him looking at my breast when he was leaning in to hear me better (I admit I was talking softer than normal, being in a church). I don’t think he noticed that I caught him, he was pretty discrete, just not discrete enough, but caught him I did, and he was taking in the outlined curves of my braless left breast, covered with just a light fabric. And right in the center, was my very hard nipple, pressing against the dress, like a pencil eraser. I immediately though that was hot. I did not dress like this for him, I dressed like this for David, but here was another man taking full advantage of sitting next to me, stealing looks at my nipples and breast with nothing more than a patterned light fabric over them. Yes, I thought that was hot and it affected me. Then came the second disappointment……David returned from his phone call…..his partner was too sick and had to get out of the office. Bugger…………

David had no choice, he had to go to work. The techs were holding up, but David had to get over there. The appointment book was full and needed David’s attention. I could see the disappointment in David’s face. This was to be our day to enjoy, and now David had to go to work and I had to go with him since we drove together. As David and I were discussing the change in our day, getting ready to leave, Pete offered to drive me home. It was not out of the way for him, the reception venue is an easy walk from the church, and Pete did not plan on drinking since he drove, so if I wanted to have a couple drinks, I still could enjoy myself. In my mind, it did sound like a good plan. It was a second rate plan to the day I hoped to spend with David, but it was better than going home alone while David put in a full day. I waited for David’s reaction, and being the great person he is, he told me to stay, have fun, and he will see me at home tonight. He thanked Pete, and then he was gone, leaving me to sit there and day dream about the ways I was going to tease and have fun with David.

Pete and I spend the time, before the wedding started, chatting. He was still taking looks at my hard nipples and I was still privately enjoying it. Three older people sat on our right on the other side of the pew. At that point it did not matter to me how many people sat around us. My plans for David went out the door to the vet clinic with David. But I did enjoy the looks my nipples and breast were getting from Pete, when he thought he was being so sneaky. I even took turns to arch my back from time to time, pressing my breast tighter against the fabric. Working it to be subtle about it, not wanting him to know I was doing it intentionally for him to look at. Just teasing him a little without him knowing, just like he did not know I was catching him looking at my breast.

The wedding started, and with the custom of the church, this wedding was including what I would call a church service, including hymns, prayer, a wedding sermon, ect. I basically followed the crowd and Pete. He told me he grew up with this church. As the first hymn started, everyone stands, Pete and I shared a hymn book, standing close, Pete held the book for us, and we sang along…then I felt a soft touch along my left nipple. I froze. I continued to sing but I did not let on that I was feeling this gentle brush across my left nipple. The brushing, it was not a quick one, it remains a soft, continual touch. First chance, pretending to look down at the hymn book, I looked to see what it was against my nipple, and it was the back of Pete’s right hand as he held the hymn book. He knew what he was rubbing with the back of his hand, my nipple was rock hard under the light fabric. He did not press hard, was not being overly deliberate with his touch, which may be my excuse why I did not pull away. I was married, yes, I hardly knew Pete, yes again, but I was loving the feeling and the feeling was more intense because of the public surrounding. People front of us would have to turn around but I could pull back. People to our right, the way I was standing, I was blocking any view. It would be hard to catch what was happening, but there we were, the back of Pete’s hand gently caressing my hard nipple with people less than 3 feet from us, and I did not stop it. The end of the hymn did stop it though. Everyone sat down. I was light headed, my nipples hard, and the knowledge of my naked smooth body under that light dress was putting me back in the mood I was in when I dressed that morning. I noticed my dress was parted a little along my left leg. I crossed my left leg over my right. I let on a little more skin, still very PG pose, but I wonder if that little more skin would be noticed. I was daring in my mind, showing off this skin to a man in a public spot. We were in public, it would not get out of hand, it couldn’t. It is just a little teasing….but the touch to my nipple, that was a boundary that should not have been pushed.

Then we all stood, the bride was coming. As we stood, Pete was to my back and left, everyone looking at the center. I felt a hand on the small of my back, innocent hold at first but then his right hand gently caressed my lower back, right hip, lower rib cage. Again, very subtle movement. Was it innocent or was it inappropriate? That sutbtle. Then the thought hit me: he was feeling if I have panties on. Was he? Is my imagination just getting the best of me because I know how naked I was under that dress? His hand glided along my lower back, waist, hip. If I had on any panties, he would feel it, but I didn’t and he would certainly feel that. As we followed watching the bride walk up the aisle, Pete’s hand explored further, it was gently along my ass, along my right side, from the hip to the top of my leg, back up from the bottom of my right cheek, and back to my hip. I could feel the dress rush up with his hand. He was moving the fabric along my naked ass as we watched the bride walk. It was so wrong; he was not my husband. It was also so damn erotic, because he was not my husband but engaging in me how I hoped I would with my husband. I did not know how to stop it. Obviously, I did not want to stop it. I did not think it could get out of control. Not in the public like that.

Everyone kneeled to pray. Pete’s hand was back on my back, then along my ass, gently rubbing my bare ass through my dress. I did not look at Pete, I did look to my right, make sure the three older people were not watching, but I did not look at Pete. His hand traveled lower with his movement. Feeling the back of my legs, just below my ass. Slow, delicate strokes, very discrete strokes. So many people around, and Pete is feeling up my ass as the priests said prayer. I should be ashamed of how wet I was. Instead, I remember spreading my legs just a little, feeling my exposed pussy against the air under my dress. Prayer done, everyone sat down. Pete did not flinch, he laid his right hand on my left leg, the area above my knee exposed from the slit of my wrap around dress. Gentle caresses up and down my skin with his fingertips. Still gentle, still subtle. Each time a little higher along my leg. I did not look at Pete, and I did not stop him. My eyes were forward on the wedding or quick glances to my right making sure the three older people did not see. I just sat and enjoyed Pete’s caressing. Part of me want to spread my legs for him, the other part wanted to stop him for David’s sake. Neither happed. I sat still, feeling my heart beat faster, and my breathing get a little heavier.

From there the service stood for a hymn again and again, Pete and I shared a book, and again his had was touching my left breast, but this time, it was his left hand, crossed over yhe right hand holding the book, gently feeling me up through my dress. I keep my body turned more into him, keeping my back to the older people to our right. Never looking at Pete, I watched the people standing in the section in front of us. Watching in case any of them turned around. Pete could feel how hard my nipple was, working it with his fingers and thumb. One point, he slid a finger under the dress, between the dress and my breast. It was daring and it excited me. His had returned to outside my dress, feeling me up on my left breast until the song was over. I allowed the singing to muffle my soft moans. I was losing control and was glad we were in church so the option to surrender to him was not available. I reminded myself, I was married, but this was all too erotic and exciting for me to ask him to stop.

We all sat back down. Pete turned into my direction, his right arm behind me along the back of the pew. His laid his left hand on my left leg, and started to gently stroke the outside of my leg. His hand traveled as far as the dress allowed, which was far enough, right along the outside hip and almost to my waist. The left side of my wrap was opened up, exposing my left leg. You could not see any of my pussy, but the opening did show high up to my waist and prove I did not have on panties. Pete’s hand never reached for the inside of my thigh, he kept his touch to the outside of my leg. I took off my hat, and laid it on my right side of my lap, concealing from the old people to our right what Pete was doing; His left hand caressing the left side of my body from the knee to my waist.

Then the final hymn, everyone stood, and this time Pete was more to my back, My left shoulder blade against his right chest. His left hand joined my hands in holding the book. As we all sang, I was shocked by his bold move, his right hand reached under my dress to caress my bare ass. All these people looking forward or at their book, singing, and Pete’s hand is caressing the bare skin under my dress from the small of my back, down my ass, as far as his hand would reach between my legs and back up again. The second time down with his hand, I felt light headed as his fingers almost reached my bare pussy. I had to place my left hand on the back of the pew in front of us for a little support. At the same time, I moved my left leg out, spreading myself for his hand, and this time his hand slid down, along my left ass, then in, and between my legs, down and in, feeling the edge of my smooth, wet, hot pussy for the first time, as the whole congregations sang a hymn. I blended my moan of pleasure with the chorus.

Then as the song ended, he removed his hand. The bride and groom walked down the aisle, married and off to the reception. People started to follow, filing out of the church. Pete and I stood, I thought waiting for our turn, but he never made a move for us to enter the line out. Instead, as the church emptied, I followed him as he walked up to the front of the church, introduced himself and give the priest his mom’s warm wishes. It seems that his family attended this church when he was young. Though that was many years ago, it was nice for him to give the priest his families well wishes. He then asked if the school was still active and could he take a look along the halls that he use to roam 40 years ago. With the priest approval and directions, we wondered back in to the school area. David and I do not have kids, and it seems Pete never had kids, so everything seemed so small and out of place in the school to us. Pete remembering this or that, giving little stories of the past as we looked around. We poked our heads against windows looking in the class rooms, finding one that looked like a game room for toddlers. Pete turned the handle and the room was unlocked. Before he or I said anything, he opened the door, pulled me in, shut it, and pulled me off to the side. As soon as I was facing him, he pulled me in, and kissed my lips. As soon as I felt his mouth open, I was lost. I gave in to his kiss, returning my tougne deep in his mouth, pulling him hard into me. His hands explored my body over my dress, until the hands reached my ass. Then his hands pulled my dress up until both hands were holding my bare smooth tiny hot little ass (yes, I am proud that I have a smooth hot tiny ass). I let out a strong moan into his mouth from that touch. From heavy making out and kneading my ass, he reached to the front of my dress to start to untie it. My hands stopped his, and without opening my eyes, I simple said “I cant fuck you.” Where did those words come from? I hardly use the word fuck with my husband, but at that moment, it felt so natural. His hand went back to roaming my body, feeling me up, rubbing my tits over my dress, back to my ass…basically all over. My hands roamed his body too, his back, ass, neck, hair. I did not reach between us for his cock. I was letting myself go with him, and trying to control myself at the same time.

He pulled away from our kiss, and said “I have an idea”. He was looking over my shoulder, and as I turned around I saw that he was looking at this cubical play area. There was a wide shelf level that Pete lifted me to sit on, and pushed my shoulders back until I was leaning against the wall. His pants were still on, so I was not worried about him trying to fuck me, but I was lost until he lifted my legs, placing my feet on the shelf too. With my knees in the air, this opened my dress up to him, exposing to him my shaved bare pussy. He caressed my legs, pushing my dress up to my waist, alternating looking at my eyes and my pussy. Then, he leaned in and just like that, his mouth was on my pussy eating my aching pussy. I simply gave in. We were against the wall the door was on, and you could not see us unless you entered the room. I stared out the windows across the room, watching people from the wedding, walking and talking in the distance. I knew they could not see us, but if they did, I did not care. My breathing was heavy. I muffled my moans as best I could. Moving my hips to his mouth, feeling his hands under my dress exploring my naked body. It was so fucking hot. And when I felt his fingers probe my pussy as he licked my clit, I just lost control; I moved my body to meet his finger fuck. I moaned. I breathed heavy. I whispered dirty talk to him. It went on and on, licking my pussy, finger fucking my pussy. I am not sure if I came multiple times or if it was one long orgasm. I did not care. It was simply the best sex I ever had. It was naughty, we could get caught and I would not care. My body was only covered all day by a light fabric dress that offered no resistance to a pair of probing hands, and Pete offered those probing hands when I could not say no.

My attention refocused on Pete as he stood up. His shirt was unbuttoned and his chest was beautiful. I reached for his chest as he leaned in to kiss me. I felt like he was feeding me the taste of my pussy. Deep long wet kissing. My hands rubbing and exploring his back and chest under his shirt. Then, I felt it…..and there is no other way for me to say it….his ridged hard cock pressing the length against my wet open pussy as we were making out. When I let out a loud deep moan, he pulled from our kiss and while he looked at me, his right hand reached between us and the feeling of the length of a hard ridged cock changed to the feeling of a hard cock knob. There was a pause, then he placed pressure on my pussy by leaning in to me, sliding his cock in my aching pussy. As or lips met again, I was feeling him fill me up, and giving my aching pussy the relief I knew it needed. As he was eating my pussy, he unbuttoned his shirt and took his pants off without me noticing. Now, his cock was literally balls deep in my pussy. He pulled from our kiss to rock his hips, sliding in and out of my pussy. His hand feeling my breast over my dress. Without a second thought, I reached down, untied my dress, and opened it up, exposing that naked by under the dress that he has been teasing. He continued to rub and explore my body as he slide in and out of my pussy. In the distance, outside, I could hear talking and laughter. I knew they could not see us, but at that moment I wished they were watching. My naked body exposed from my open dress as this man fucked me, and I wanted people to see it. I was unashamed, hot, wet, and lost all inhibitions. Again, people outside could not see us from where they were, but I wanted them to.

Pete was now fucking me harder, and moaning became quicker. I propped myself on my hands so I could look down at my pussy and see his cock slamming harder and harder in my pussy as he fucked me. He reached up and pushed my open dress off my shoulders. I followed by removing my arms from the dress, and was now completely naked in a room with no lock being fucked by a man that I was not married to. I loved it. I absolutely loved it. It was so hot and erotic, the love I had for my husband could not stop me from enjoying it and wanting it so fucking bad. It turned into a hard fuck that usually only happens in the privacy and confines of a bedroom. But it was happening here. Hard pounding, heaving breathing, balls slapping against my ass, still giving him dirty phrases filthy talk so he knows how much I am enjoying this fuck of a life time. As I started cumming, my eyes roll into the back of my head, I was lost. My body jolting hard from his fucking becoming more animated and pressing his cock deeper in my pussy. I was just riding the feeling. I was naked in that room for a fucking, Pete was fucking me, and nothing else mattered at that time. I remember hearing him grunting and he pressed deep in me, and I remember the words from him “I am cumming”. But I did not tell him to pull out or cum on my belly, I was in a orgasm trance, making my own animal sounds. It was impossible for me to do anything but continue to cum, and enjoy his cum unload in my pussy.

His cock remained in me after cumming. I could feel the warm cum leaking from my pussy with my legs still spread out around his body. As we came down from our orgasms, we remained locked in a naked embrace, his cock still in me, deep kissing, making out like lovers would. We lost track of time and the outside world, but eventually, we did get dress, left that room and went into the bathrooms to clean up. Meeting each other outside in the hallway, we walked together to the reception down the street. I was in an orgasm high. It was the best sex I ever had, from the gentle nipple rub at the beginning to the hard fucking end. The whole trip was so erotic. And now we walked together to the reception, as friends, with me still wearing nothing but a light fabric cotton dress over my smooth naked body.

This has gone on longer than I intended, so I will finish the story with a part two entry.

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