This happened many years ago before I was married. It’s a tale of exhibition, no actual sex.
My girlfriend at the time, now my wife, was selected to be Maid of Honor at a friend’s wedding. The usual horrible bridesmaid’s dresses were purchased. This one was a mauve-colored formal dress with a single spaghetti strap holding up the bodice. My wife-to-be, let’s call her, Teri, hoped to make pillow cases with the material after the wedding (she never did).
The wedding was fine but the trouble began when we got to the reception dinner at a nearby golf club. As Teri was getting out of the car, the single spaghetti strap broke leaving the bodice to the whims of gravity. The top was pretty stiff so no one panicked until she sat down at our assigned seats and the bodice dropped slightly, her B-cup boobies were partially exposed. We decided we should probably try to fix the dress before it got worse, so headed out to find some privacy.
The only room that we could find that was unlocked was the coat room. I went to work trying to tie up the dress while she watched the door and sipped from her second or third glass of champagne. Then, in walked her brother asking what was going on. I guess he was trying to protect her virginity which had long ago been lost and not to me. Teri grabbed the top of the bodice with her left hand and pulled it down, revealing her boobs to her surprised brother. “Broken dress,” she claimed. He turned and left.
I finally rigged up a temporary fix for the dress and we returned to the reception dinner. The fix survived the dinner but broke again as the dancing started. Dancing really wasn’t our thing so spent most of the time sitting at a table with her buddies and drinking champagne. I, and the other guys at the table, kept an eye on the dress, and when it looked like it was about to reveal too much, I nudged her to fix it. The other guys weren’t pleased so I let it go for a full reveal a couple of times. I was now one of the guys.
As the party was wrapping up, Teri invited all her friends back to our room at a nearby hotel to crash. There were seven of us: one couple, a single guy (Jim), a single girl, a single gay male friend (Mike), and us. As we were getting ready to leave, Jim came up to our car to ask directions and poked his head in the window and looked down at Teri’s fully exposed boobs. “Boobs,” he exclaimed. “One in the window, too,” Teri said while trying and failing to pull up the dress.
Back at the room, six of us climbed onto the one king-sized bed, while Mike sat in the chair. It was very uncomfortable – not even enough room to lay flat. I finally just rolled off the bed and tried to sleep on the floor. As soon as I left the bed, Teri moved into the space and lay on her back. Her boobs were exposed but it was dark and I didn’t care to bother with it. It was a few more hours of awful sleep when I heard the gang giggling and moving around the room. Teri was the only one still in bed, still asleep, still on her back, still with boobs exposed. Some of us were enjoying the view.
I finally gave her a gentle shake and she reluctantly rolled out of bed. As she stood up, she tried to get out of the dress but failed. One of the women went to help unzip the dress and she finally slid out of it. Wearing only her panties, she stumbled over to her suitcase and tossed it onto the bed. After she got the suitcase open, she reached for a shirt, then changed her mind and took off her panties, grabbed her travel kit and headed for the bathroom, totally naked.
The rest of us were chuckling about the floor show and discussing where to go to breakfast when she came out of the bathroom, climbed up onto the bed and collapsed in a heap. Everyone wished me luck and left for breakfast.
As I sat in the chair waiting for her to sleep it off, I wondered why she didn’t just change into something else when we got back to the room. Maybe she liked the exposure. I know now, after years of marriage, that she is a bit of an exhibitionist. I don’t mind.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7kgmvw/f_the_bridesmaid_dress