The wedding Eve confession

My big day was coming soon: the day I would get to marry my boyfriend of 5 years, Sean! We’ve been living together for about 2 years now and we decided to take the big step together now. I was sure I loved him and that he loved me, and I was positively sure that I wanted to marry him. We were rather happy together.

However, there was something that happened on the day before the wedding, involving Sean’s best friend, Joseph. I do not regret what happened, because it was good as fuck and a good way to leave my unmarried days behind. Long story short, Joseph and I had a slight but growing sexual tension between us and a day before the wedding we let our bodies follow their desires.

Joseph is slightly more attractive than my husband, and he also is better at sex. I am talking about this because, yeah, we did have sex a day before my wedding. And nobody besides us know about this; it was our dirty secret. Joseph married a girl 3 years after I got married to Sean, and they have a good relationship as long as I am concerned.

Back in that day, I was of course feeling stressed because of all the preparations, as well as my wedding dress needing some fixing and the guests list being a mess in relation to the number of tables available. All in all, I was much stressed and did not want to deal with all that. Noticing my mood, Sean did not want to be near me much. I think Joseph took that to his advantage, and asked Sean if he could go pick the cake with me.

Sean accepted, of course, seeing how Joseph was his best friend and he did not want to go shopping for anything with me. In reality, I was not angry, just stressed. But I am glad my husband chickened out, and let Joseph go with me. The entire time while we went to the mall and browsed different stores for the perfect cake, I kept laughing and forgetting about my worries. Also, every problem with the wedding and party were fixed so don’t worry about that.

Moving forward, after deciding on a cake I liked, we went to have a few drinks at a local pub. Joseph was being rather physical and flirty with me, and I did not stop him from doing so. He knew we had some sort of positive chemistry going on, and he wanted to do something about it while he could, before I was married and chained… or so they say.

After a few drinks we both were feeling a little dizzy, so he said it would be better if we left. When we got in the car, I got a message from Sean that he was going to spend the night at his parent’s house because his dad had gotten sick unexpectedly and he was helping his mom take care of him. Things were turning out pretty decently for Joseph and me.

I told Joseph of the news, and he immediately took advantage of things. He drove me to my house, while being carefully flirty on the way there, slowly building momentum. When we got home, I had gotten a little aroused so I invited him to come in and have a glass of wine with me before leaving. After my invitation, his face lit up and he accepted. We got off the car and went into my house swiftly.

Already inside, I told him to turn on the fireplace, since it was a cold day of autumn. He did so while I got the wine and the glasses from the kitchen, and I also took a bit of bread and butter to have something light to eat. I went to the living room and found him laying barefoot in front of the already-lit fireplace. He turned to see me, then stood up to help me with what I was carrying.

“It’s like a little picnic” he said, filling our glasses with white wine. I laughed slightly. We drank and ate in front of the fire, talking about life and the upcoming wedding. He did tell me he was proud of Sean because was going to “marry a woman as beautiful and smart as me” then proceed to tell me of the kind of girls Sean dated back when they were in college. Little by little, we kept getting closer to each other.

Amidst laughing and talking, we ran out of food and wine and we were a bit drunk now. We had stopped talking and the fire had gone out, our source of light was a lamp with a faint glow on the coffee table. We threw glances at each other, as if we were shy teenagers caught up in some sort of sexual tension when left alone in their parent’s home. It was a little naïve but also very hot.

After a few minutes of silence, Joseph broke into action with a swift motion. He turned and kissed me, and I gave in of course. Not only because I was drunk, but because I did want to kiss him. He was very good at kissing, and his mouth tasted like the wine we had just emptied. I let him kiss me for a few minutes, until he placed his hand over my boob and started squeezing slowly.

I put my hand down to his crotch and began stroking gently as he kept squeezing my boob. Within moments of making out, we took a pause to remove our clothes. He took off his jacket and shirt rather quickly, and my blouse was on the floor before I even knew it. He quickly took off his pants, and laid in underwear before me. His big dick was noticeable under his boxers.

I had no underwear, but quickly made off with my panties. Before long, we were making out naked on my living room while my boyfriend was away. He slowly slid his fingers down to my clit and fingered me with two fingers, going deep into my pink and wet vagina. He got me wet quickly then bent down to eat my pussy, while I sucked his dick. We did a 69 while lying on the floor.

Afterwards, he laid behind me and slowly penetrated my pussy with his dick, which was very hard with noticeable veins. He went slowly at first then continued to speed up, and the sound of his pelvis hitting my but kept getting louder. By now, we were in danger of being caught by my husband, who could walk into the house in any minute, but we did not care about that.

He stood before me on his knees, then pulled me towards him and penetrate my vagina, then held me up and slowly made his way up, fucking me while standing. I had never been fucked this way. His penis slid out of my wet pussy and I gushed over him, making a mess on the carpet. He kept fucking me this way until he threw himself on the sofa, and that’s when I began to ride him.

His face was of complete bliss. I rode him like I had never ridden anyone, I spin my ass on his dick so fast he could almost see stars. He stood up in a quick motion then threw me on the sofa, and slapped my pussy with his cock, then held it and put it in my pussy and took it out quickly, making me feel twitchy.

He was jerking himself off with my pussy, then when he was about to come he laid over me on the couch and let his load all over my tits, it was a big one. He bent down to kiss me, then pulled me up and we went to take a shower. “Think of this as my wedding gift to you” he said on our way to the bathroom, and we both laughed.

In the shower, we started making out while the water poured over us. We took a quick shower in case my husband showed up unexpectedly, then we made our way out to the living room, fully dressed as if nothing had happened. “I’ll help you clean before leaving” he said, then we picked up the mess we had left lying on the floor. Afterwards, he left.

The following day, the wedding was a success as planned, and Joseph kept throwing glances and smiles at me, probably thinking about what we did the night prior. The night of the wedding, my husband and I also had sex, but I must admit it was not as good as Joseph’s “wedding gift”. Sometimes I like to finger myself or use sex toys and think its Joseph fucking me. My husband has gotten better at sex, but that one night with another man was dreamy. I’ll never forget it.