He fixed his pretty hazel eyes on me and my soul stirred. My hands were trembling, my blood boiling.

Damn it I gotta stop taking those vitamin B12 pills. I was a Horny Bitch in a Wedding Dress. “No. Francine you don’t understand. I have loved you since the first day I saw you.”

“Come on man, I love your…”

He interrupted.

“You love me.”

Ha! Fat chance!

“No I…”

Caught in a whirlwind of emotions, he wrapped his arms around me and gently pulled me into his embrace.

We couldn’t stop looking at each other. The chemistry shattered every test tube in my brain.

I wanted him, needed him and desired him.

But I was about to take that much-desired trek down the aisle to become Samuel’s wife. But should I marry, knowing I didn’t really explore men the way most women had?

Would I regret getting married? My feet felt like cinder blocks in this room yet my hips and breasts felt like ships sailing the rapturous waters
of Hurricane Prado, about to give in to his lustful trances and his deviously beautiful eyes.

I was butter in his arms, in ways I wasn’t to Samuel. The world being snatched from under my feet, he kissed me, tenderly, slowly, passionately...

I tried to break free, but his dick pressed up against my groin.

We bumped pelvises and I was taken off guard. My panties were sliding down my legs, literally.

He released my titties from the oval buttons on my dress and squeezed them together with those smooth, manly hands I loved…running his
tongue across both nipples.

I shivered with delight, trying to block it out my mind. I was trying to will myself to push this creep off me. But
I was a woman.

A woman in a wedding dress wanting another man. A woman who loved her man. A woman trapped in a room with her fiancé’s brother trying to get to my pussy...

Oh dear God what do I do?

I silently told myself, Pussy please don’t fail me now.

My pussy failed me! Sorry to say. It told my breasts, “Look bitch, get this free dick! What goes on in this room stays in this room.” Yet my head was like “You’re getting married! Your man never cheated on you!

He is very loyal! You got a good man! You had this man  even before he had money! You had him when he was down and out.

When he was broke and poor, when he worked at a fast food joint. You believed in him. He is your world and you’re going to spit on your integrity by fucking his brother?

Well hell yeah!

Butterflies in my stomach were making love to the Goosebumps on my arms to birth a pleasure so uncontrollable I almost exploded.

My vaginal juices runneth over like a spilt cup of milk.

I smelled my pussy in the air, electrified us both.

Shivers went up and down my spine and popped in my pussy when his moist warm tongue touched my expensively-perfumed skin.