It was a beautiful location for a wedding. The bride, Ada, 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 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. Ada 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 breasts, fitting tightly across her hips and ass before flowing out around her legs.
The bride Ada 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 Ada, 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, many amounts of alcohol were being drunk by the guests, as well as the bride and groom.
A wedding party in full swing at a restaurant is hard to miss, and the bride and groom would occasionally get random congratulations from another patron. 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 beautiful one” the first man laughed “looking forward to the wedding night?”
“Yes.” the husband said awkwardly.
“I would, she looks like she’s a lot of fun.”
” Oh yeah, I would hit 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 smiled, “what do you mean?”
“Those guys were talking about how sexy you looked in your dress.” He gestured to them. “I agree, you look great.”
She laughed and gave him a kiss. “Will you excuse me? 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 Ada 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.
Ada 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 bridal themed underwear 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 catalogs, 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 what’s underneath, she saw small, unsatisfactory breasts that she was sure men thought were too small.
Where she saw a 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 arousing 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 some fresh air to get herself calmed down.
The new bride Ada headed out to the restaurant’s verandah, the eyes of the bar patrons, especially the men, following her as she passed through the room. She got outside. “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.” Ada smiled 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 Musa, by the way, this is my friend Okon.” The other man nodded in her direction.
“Hello,” the bride said, feeling more tensed 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 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 beautiful in that dress, everyone in the wedding party had commented to him that same thought. Damn, even those guys who had been in the toilet 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.