Breaking My Vows
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Several months ago my husband and I were sitting at the dinner table discussing a few things when we bought up the topic of starting a family. We talked about it and both wanted to do it in the near future. We had been together for 12 years and figured we would take the next step in our relationship. As we talked about it we decided that we would take the proper steps to start a family. The first step we decided on was to get married. Now, we had been together for 12 years and lived with each other for several of those years so it's like we were practically married already. We talked about it and realized that we didn't want to do anything big and decided that we would just go down to the City Hall to be married by our mayor. If anything, we could take our family out to eat afterwards. Later that week, we ran our plans by our family and everyone was extremely excited. As I discussed everything with my mother, she told me that she would love to throw us a reception. I quickly told her that we weren't going to do anything big because we didn't have that kind of money to spend. She told me not to worry about it because as a wedding gift to us, she would pay for the reception. I asked her if she was sure and she told me to plan it out and not worry about a thing. I thanked her and went home to tell my husband. He was happy and we set forth to plan everything out. We didn't want to make a big deal out of it and decided to keep everything simple. My mother booked a local restaurant to hold the reception and we send out the invitations. We spent the next couple of months, planning everything out but I won't bore you with all those details.
A few months later, our wedding day finally arrived. That afternoon, I headed over to my mothers house to get ready. We started off by doing my hair and makeup before getting dressed. I had purchased a simple wedding dress, which went down to my ankles, but was sleeveless and strapless and showed plenty of cleavage. I got myself dressed and actually felt very sexy for once as I looked at myself in the mirror. After a few hours, I finally finished dolling myself up and was just about ready to go. My husband eventually arrived in his suit to pick me up. We took a few pictures outside my parent’s home before heading to the City Hall. Once we arrived at City Hall, we went into the mayor's office and he went through the process of marrying us. Like I said it wasn't a huge deal and we were now officially husband and wife. We finished up at City Hall and after a few more pictures we were on our way to the restaurant for our reception.
We arrived at the restaurant a short time later and waited until everyone made their way in. My mom had hired a DJ and he pretty much went over everything with us. He had us hang at the bar for a little while so that all our guests could arrive before we made our entrance. We weren't used to all this and were having a lot of fun. While we were at the bar, my husband ordered two drinks as well as two shots. We toasted the shots and kick them back before enjoying our drinks. As we drank, I could feel the shot working its way through me and going right to my head. I wasn't much of a drinker, but I fully intended on having some fun tonight and figured this was just the beginning. We finished up our drinks and the DJ eventually came to get us so that we could make our entrance. We headed down into the restaurant as the DJ played the music and we made our first entrance as husband and wife. We spent the next half-hour doing the traditional dances with our parents and each other. Once all that was out of the way, it was time to party. The DJ began playing the dance music and we were all out on the dance floor in no time.
I began dancing with my husband and we did a few songs together before he decided to hit the bar. I wanted to keep dancing and was soon joined by a few friends. We all proceeded to dance with each other to several more songs before eventually hitting the bar ourselves. It was open bar so I knew it was going to be one heckuva night. As I was at the bar having a drink, one of my friends came over and demanded we all take a shot. She told the bartender to pour everyone a shot and we were soon toasting it and enjoying it. Over the course of the next two hours, I danced and drank more than I ever had in my entire life. Every time I would go to the bar, someone would come over and tell me that I had to take a shot with them. Little by little I really started to feel really good and was well on my way to being drunk. It didn't matter because tonight was supposed to be a fun night and I fully intended on it being that way.
At one point I went back over to my table to take a breather. I looked around for my husband and saw him sitting at another table with a couple of my aunts. He had a couple beers in front of him and was deep in conversation with my aunts. I laughed because I knew he was probably drunk already and was probably flirting with them. It really didn't bother me because like I said I just wanted to have a good time tonight and wasn't worrying about my drunk husband. I took a sip of my drink and decided to get back out on the dance floor with everyone else. As I began dancing a few of my friends as well as my husband's friends came over to dance with me. We all started enjoying the music as the DJ played hit after hit. As we danced, I noticed one of my husband's friends getting closer and closer to me. I figured he wanted to dance with me and turned to face him. We began dancing together and proceeded to dance to several songs before he suggested getting a drink. We walked off the dance floor and headed over to the bar and of course he ordered a round of shots. Once we took the shots, we headed back on the dance floor to enjoy ourselves yet again. He continued to dance with me and even got behind me as we danced. Once behind me, he placed his hands on my hips and guided me to one of the songs. I was having fun and didn't object to him holding me. We continued dancing and did several more songs like that. I could tell he was enjoying himself and decided to just go with it and have fun.
We proceeded to dance with each other for a while over an hour and as the slow songs came on, he asked me to dance them as well. I was drunk and didn't care and ended up dancing all of them with him. Eventually the DJ cranked the dance songs back up and we began moving around once again. He slowly worked his way behind me and we were soon grinding into one another as we danced. We were having fun and by the looks of the other people on the dance floor, we weren't the only ones having fun. Everyone enjoyed themselves as we danced and drank the night away.
After several hours of dancing and drinking, my husband's friend looked at me and noticed that I was sweating. He asked me if I wanted to take a break and I said that I probably should. We made our way off the dance floor and eventually worked our way up the stairs and out to the parking lot. When we got outside, there were a couple of people smoking by the entrance so we decided to walk into the parking lot. We began walking and chatting about the reception and he told me that he was having an amazing time. I replied that I was having a lot of fun as well and that I hadn't danced like that in a very long time. We joked around for a bit before he told me how hot I looked in my dress. On any normal day, I probably would've shook it off and not said anything, but being as drunk as I was I smiled and thanked him and asked him if he really liked it. I don't know what got into me but I'm guessing it was probably all the booze. He told me that I looked amazing and that he had never seen me dressed up like that before. I laughed and told him that the only reason he liked it was because my tits were popping out of my top. He agreed and we both laughed about it and then stood there silently. After a few seconds of awkward quietness, he looked at me and then looked at my cleavage.
I realized what he was asking for and for some reason I wanted to show him. I don't know why I did, but I felt the need to. I looked around and realized there was no one in the area. I then looked back at him and gave him a seductive smile and told him that he couldn't tell anyone. He quickly gave me his word as I took another look around. At that moment, I must've lost my mind as I reached up and pulled the top of my dress down, revealing my tits to him. He couldn't believe his eyes as he stood there staring in amazement. I smiled as I struggled to stand on my own 2 feet and asked him if he liked. He just nodded as he continued to stare. I then got even crazier and got closer to him and told him that he could touch them if he wanted to. He didn't waste any time and quickly grabbed them. He began squeezing each one before lowering his face to my nipples. He took each nipple in his mouth and began licking and sucking on them. As he did, and I once again let the alcohol do the thinking for me and suggested that we should probably go somewhere a bit more private so that no one would see us. He quickly agreed and said that his car was nearby. With that, I pulled the top of my dress back up over my tits and we made our way to his car. I couldn't even imagine what he was thinking as we made our way to his car. I clearly wasn't thinking right but at the moment nothing else seemed to matter.
We got to his car and he quickly unlocked the doors. We hopped into the back seat and closed the doors behind us. I had to be losing it. Here I was in the backseat of my husband's friend’s car on my wedding night. I clearly had too much to drink tonight because I obviously wasn't thinking straight. Once in the backseat, we looked at each other and without saying anything we began kissing one another. The kissing wasn't romantic or passionate. It was hot and heavy as our tongues intertwined with each other. As he kissed me, he quickly pulled the top of my dress back down and went back to work on my tits with his lips and tongue. I leaned back against the door and enjoy the feel. After a few seconds of doing this he reached up underneath my dress and quickly slid my panties off. Once they were off he began to undo his own pants and pulled them and his boxers down enough to release his hard cock. It wasn't the most impressive, but at the moment none of that mattered. He was moving very quickly and it was probably because he wanted to do this before I changed my mind.
He quickly positioned himself between my legs as I parted them. I soon felt the tip of his cock rubbing against my opening. I was drunk and excited and my pussy was soaked. He easily penetrated me and buried his entire cock into my pussy. I laid back as he began to thrust in and out of me while moaning out my name. I still couldn't believe that I was doing this on my wedding night. There I was in the backseat of our friend’s car on my wedding night as he plowed away at my pussy. It was one hell of a way to start my marriage but at the moment none of that mattered. I was enjoying the fucking that he was giving me, as he pounded his cock into my pussy over and over again.
We went at it for several minutes with his cock plunging deeper and deeper into me while his eager lips sucked my hard nipples. As he fucked me, I easily reached my orgasm from being so drunk. I began to cum and thrust my hips upwards in his direction. He continued to pound my pussy and within a few seconds I felt him tense up. He didn't say any thing and just continued to pump into me until he finally exploded deep inside of me. He continued thrusting as he shot wave after wave of his hot love seed deep into my pussy. After several more thrusts, he finally shot off the last of his load and pulled his cock out of me. I could feel his cum seeping out of my pussy as I sat up. He looked at me and I guess he expected me to be pissed off, but in my drunken haze I just thanked him for a heck of a wedding present. He smiled and we got redressed. Once we were ready, we decided we should get back to the party before anyone came looking for the bride. I walked through the parking lot with his cum running down my legs and getting all over my wedding dress. Surprisingly enough, I didn't feel and a bit of guilt and was ready to have a few more drinks and see where the rest of the night went…