We left the dance floor and walked to a secluded area. He tried to grab me but I deflected his advance as we made out. I was so glad to have my cock s...cured tightly in place so it would not be noticeable. I remember keeping space between us. When another couple walked past I turned and he pressed against me I could feel his cock in the crack of my ass through my dress. I grabbed the railing and he proceeded to dry hump me right there kissing my neck. I will never forget him cumming. The feel of. "That would be nice, are these the clothes you want me to wear?". responded Debbie. "Yeah, thought it would bring back happy memories of your husband fucking you on your wedding night ". Sneered Dave. "My husband has never fucked me while i was wearing this dress ". Replied Debbie. "I only ever wore it for the wedding ceremony and changed for the reception. I've never worn it since ". "Even better Debs, we can show your husband what it would have been like to have fucked you in it. Now get. I kept hold of his arm. ‘Thanks. I was… ummm… a little embarrassed.’ ‘Don’t worry about it.’ His mother patted me on the arm in that manner that all mothers have. Dennis put his arm around me to break the awkwardness and get me out of there. ‘Okay, enough of that, you can interrogate her later. I want to introduce her to the rest of the crowd.’ Dennis introduced me to a lot of the neighbors and family friends that were in attendance. We wandered around, enjoying some champagne and hors. His next thrust slammed into me hard, taking me by surprise and making me jump. I yelped as pain shot through me, but he didn't let up. He took me hard and fast, like I was a piece of meat. He thrust into me with abandon, all the time telling me how much of a slut I was, how I was his bitch and I belonged to him. I felt so humiliated. As his cock plowed through me, I felt more helpless than I'd ever felt before - like the girl in that alleyway I'd read about so long ago.And as he fucked me, I.