You drop them on the floor and tell me, -put this on fag- without getting up from the floor i hurry and slip the thing and bra on and the stockings, I... back on my knees in front of you, I grad a hold of your ass and start kissing your tummy, my hands grabbing up and grabbing your tits and you lean over and give me a sweet, passionate kiss then you walk over to the corner, you grab a stool and set it next to the bed. -here, sit on this and watch as him and I fuck-I sit on the stool and you walk. As I stood there with Peter the organ began to play the Wedding March. I knew that Angie was in the church. I purposely looked forward, not straining to see Angie. I knew that she would be here with me in a few moments and then we would pledge our love for each other before the whole world. Finally I turned and looked at Angie, my bride. She was wearing Gram’s wedding dress. It fit Angie perfectly, showing off her wonderful figure. It was a floor length silk dress with a lace overlay that had. Why do I do it?" The stunned crowd is appalled. A few of them nod their heads."Because I'm an asshole." I smile and flash my megawatt boyish smile at them before I begin talking again."Your little wife plans on it only happening once. They all do, but it becomes like a drug to them. It's like they have this secret little world where they're the beautiful sultry siren, not the boring little house frau. At first it's just the sex, but let's face it guys; sex is just sex. I'm not any better. The lad was kissing her, and I was pressing her boobs. The foreplay before and the fucking now, she came in huge quantities. After a while, the lad was about to cum too. I told him to cum on her face. He came. I was not done yet.I lifted her up, her legs crossed against my body, fucked her pussy. The more she jumped, the more the boobs bounced. I bit her nipple, and she screamed. Finally, we both came together. I came inside her. We were done, all satisfied. She immediately started dressing.