Chapter 18: The Wedding Dress

Chris and Reese are married and live at number 29 Red Lion Street.

You can read all of Reese's stories here.

You can read all of Chris's stories here.

The girls who live on Red Lion Street are really getting into their photography. Reese phoned me up. She said, "Meet me at the Red Lion tonight and bring your camera."

I went to the Red Lion pub and took my camera. Reese was there, as always, dressed in her smart but tight work clothes. Her slamming body was busting to get out of her pinafore dress and blouse. Reese had the sort of curves that always benefitted from wearing a dress a size too small and Reese knew what it did to the men.

I bought Reese a drink. I noticed that she wasn't wearing her wedding ring. She seemed, uptight and agitated. She said, "Listen Captain," that's my name, people really do call me Captain. "You wouldn't lie to me would you?"

"I can't see that there would be any reason to," I replied.

"Well I was talking to Eloise, the whore that lives at number 45."

Reese wasn't being insulting. Eloise really is a whore. You can read all of her stories here.

"Well," continued Reese. "We were talking about men and sex and dicks and stuff and we were talking about you and I was saying how you reckoned you had a pretty big schlong and stuff and how that, well, it looked pretty big and everything and then she said that she'd seen it and that you had fucked her?"

"Yeah," I said. "I fucked her. I paid her for sex. I don't have a problem with that really. Do you?"

"I don't give a fuck what you do," said Reese. "But here's the thing. I joked and asked how big you were and she said you were massive but not the biggest on Red Lion Street."

"And?"

"Well," Reese hesitated a moment. "Well she seemed to go all funny, like she'd said too much or something and, well, you're friends with Chris right? He tells you things, right?"

"Yes, I think we're good friends."

"Did Chris pay to have sex with that whore, Eloise?" asked Reese.

If you've been following these stories closely you will know that Chris did fuck Eloise. I didn't know what to do. Both Chris and Reese were my friends but I was a terrible liar and Reese knew it.

"Tell me the truth! Did my husband fuck a prostitute?" asked Reece.

"I can't lie. He did," I reasoned that whilst being a bad friend to Chris I was being a good friend to Reese. Reese was furious, "that fucking low-down dirty cheating fucker! I can't believe he did this to me! I have been faithful to him all these years and he fucks a whore right on my fucking doorstep?"

"Have you really been faithful?" I asked. "You let me lick out your ass-hole the other month?"

"Shut the fuck up," shouted Reese. "That doesn't count. Everybody knows that blow jobs and rim jobs don't count as being unfaithful. Jesus fucking Christ! I hate him! I thought I smelt another pussy on his cock. Fucking shit I'm going to make him pay!"

"How are you going to make him pay?" I asked.

"He broke my heart, now I'm going to break his. Did you bring that camera?"

"Yes I did but..."

"You're going to help me. Come back to our house."

Reese took me back to hers. Chris wasn't there of course. She said, "Sit down. Get your camera ready, I need to change."

"What are we doing?" I asked. "Why am I here?"

"You'll see. This is partly your fault. You're going to help me make him pay."

Reese went upstairs. I got the camera ready. She was taking ages. I thought about the mess I was in. Chris was going to kill me for telling Reese. Their marriage was probably over and Reese was right, it was at least partly my fault.

I heard Reese coming down the stairs. I heard her heels clip-clopping across the floor. There she stood in the doorway. She was wearing a Wedding dress with a veil and long white satin gloves.

"Take my picture," she said.

I took her picture. The wedding dress was tight fitting and sassy, it showed off Reese's massive tits and arse.

"Why the fuck are you dressed like that?" I asked.

"Can't you guess?" said Reese. I had an idea, but it was so unspeakably naughty I daren't say it out loud.

"This is the dress I married Chris in. When I wore this, Chris promised to always be faithful, to remain true and now he's ruined five years of marriage by sticking his dick in a filthy, dirty whore."

"Are you going to leave him?" I asked. 

"I'm not going to leave him, I'm going to kick his arse out on the street. Two thirds of this house is mine in any case. He's a pretty useless guy to be honest and the only reason I kept him around was because of his massive tool."

"Did he make you come good?" I asked.

"He was the only man who ever made me come properly on his own. With other guys I always had to frig my clit to get myself off but from the moment I met Chris his dick was enough to make me come hard."

"It seems a shame to end it then, right?" I asked.

"I don't give people a second chance," said Reese. "After what we're going to do to him there will be no going back." Reese reached round to her back and unzipped her dress. One of her dress straps fell from her shoulder.

"What are we going to do," I asked.

"You're going to take dirty pictures of me in my wedding dress. Then I'm going to suck you off. Then you're going to fuck me whilst I'm wearing my wedding veil. You're going to dump your load inside me and hopefully make me  pregnant with a white baby. We're going to take pictures of us doing this and I'm going to give them to Chris in an envelope with his wedding ring."

Reese slipped her wedding dress off and let it fall to the floor. She was wearing a tight white corset and no bra. Her massive natural boobs fell free and hung there, big fat and gorgeous. Reese wore white heels and thick white nylon hold ups.

My dick felt like a loaded cannon.

I said, "OK, let's do it."

"Chris will never speak to you and me again," said Reese.

"I can't help but want to do the wrong thing. I want to be bad. I want to fuck my friend's Wife in her wedding night lingerie. I want to fuck her hard. I want to put a baby inside her."

Reese walked over to the sofa and sat down. She got her legs wide apart. I took more photos.

"Have you ever seen tits like these before?"

"Only in porn movies," I said.

"Have you ever fucked a black girl before?"

"Once but not one like you?"

"Have you ever seen an arse like this before?"

"I want you to sit on my face and never, ever get off. I want the smell of your arse and cunt all over my face for a thousand years."

"Do you want me to take any more clothes off?" asked Reese.

"What were you wearing on your wedding night? What did Chris fuck you in that night?"

"I was dressed like this," said Reese. "I kept my veil on. I kept my corset on. I kept my satin gloves on. I kept my long white hold ups on. I kept my heels on. I took my white silk panties off though."

Reese pulled the crotch of her panties to one side and showed me her beautiful shaven pussy. It was pierced with a single white pearl stud. I took another photo.

"You are so fucking gorgeous," I said.

"If you were married to me, would you fuck anyone else?"

"I would belong to you totally. I wouldn't even notice other girls."

"I've had plenty of chances to be unfaithful to Chris," said Reese.

"How often do men come on to you?" I asked.

"Every day," said Reese. "I walk down the road in my smart dresses and my high heels and I let my arse swing out and I let them watch me. I know they all want to fuck me but I saved it all for my husband. Until today."

"You gave out blow jobs though?" I asked.

"Since I've been married I've sucked off about five different men and you and one another guy licked out my ass-hole, but that isn't being unfaithful really is it?"

"Of course not," I lied.

Reese was playing with her cunt. "Do you like my black pussy, white boy?"

"I like it very much," I said. Reese's pussy looked plump and pretty.

"I have to confess," said Reese. "It isn't all that tight. I have quite a big cunt that's why I needed Chris and his big tool. But everyone tells me your pretty big too."

"Do you want to see my dick?" I asked.

"I want you to show me your cock and then I want you to stick it in my mouth."

I took off my shoes jeans and shirt. I pulled down my boxer shorts and let my giant cock spring out.

"Jesus shitting Christ!" said Reese.

"What?" I said.

"Your cock it's...it's fucking unbelievable," said Reese.

"Eloise said your husband's was bigger?"

"Eloise is a lying fucking whore, that is the biggest dick I've ever seen. Stick it in my mouth right now!"

Reese got down on her knees. I guided my cock straight into her wide open mouth and started fucking her face.

I looked down and saw those big tits swinging and that tight corset sucking her in. Reese looked like an angel and all the time her veil kept reminding me that I was fucking one of my best friend's wives in her wedding lingerie.

"Oh holy fuck, this is so, so wrong," I said.

Reese took my thick dick out of her mouth for a second and gasped, "It's the worst I've ever been, there's no turning back. This makes me so fucking horny."

I rammed my meat straight back down her throat and said, "How does my dick taste you filthy, whore of a wife?"

"MMMMMmmmmm" she said. I fucked her mouth. My balls slapped against her chin. She took my cock out and said. "It's the best white dick I've ever tasted."

I said, "Doesn't matter what Chris did. You're a shit wife. The worst wife I've ever met."

"I'm a useless slut wife," said Reese. "I never cooked or cleaned and I always sucked other mens' dicks. Far more than five if I'm honest. Now I'm going to get fucked by the biggest dick of all dressed in my wedding night lingerie."

"Turn around," I said. "Let me have your cunt."

Reese stood up and pulled of her panties. She knelt on the sofa and got her fat arse up high. Her wet cunt glistened. "Please give it to me. Don't wear a condom. Just shove it in and fill me up with your stupid white man's cum as soon as you can."

Reese's pussy was wet and gaping and I slid in easily. She had a big cunt but I still filled her up.

"Oh my!" said Reese.

"What was your wedding night fuck like, baby?" I asked.

"It was good. Chris nearly split me in two, but this is better; YOU are better. You are better than my husband, you are bigger than my husband. Please, please, please make me come better than my husband ever did. Make this better than my wedding night. Oh holy shit, I'm coming. Oh holy shit, I'm coming. FUCK I'M CCCOMMMMIIINNNNG!"

Reese's cunt tightened around my dick as she came. "That's it baby, let it all out. Let it all out," I said.

"Aarrrrggghhhh!" cried Reese. Her tits banged together as she bucked up and down with the orgasm. 

"You are such a bad wife," I said.

"Give me your cum," cried Reese. "Make me pregnant. Give me a little half cast baby. I want my husband to see it and remind him of his slutty wife."

"Oh Christ," I said. I pumped hot, thick, spunk into Reese's fuck box.

I was still thrusting in and out and some jizz oozed out of her pussy lips.

"Don't waste a fucking drop you fucker!" cried Reese. I pulled out and Reese slumped on the sofa. Cum seeped out of her slit. She was dressed in her bridal gear. She was fucked and wasted.

"Get out of my house," she said.

I love living on this street.