[Continued from](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/hr6vkk/choose_your_own_ending_erotica/)
We hear the door open, it seems we forgot to lock it behind us. Caught by surprise, I pull my head back and turn my body, landing on my ass next to you, your dress still askew. We see them before they see us – she’s walking backwards with him gently pushing her as they kiss. The white dress, the sharp tux. The bride and groom keep kissing for a few more seconds before taking a breath to look a round the room and figure out where they’re going to have sex. When they finally notice us, silence fills the room for a few seconds.
“I guess you had the same idea,” the bride says, smiling. “Don’t let us interrupt. That is, if you don’t mind us watching.”
I look to you, you’re answering before we even make eye contact. “Of course not, it’s your wedding day, you can have whatever you want.” You look back at me, “You heard her. I believe we were in the middle of something.” I get back to my knees in front of you, slide your dress back, and lean forward again when you stop me.
“This doesn’t give them much of a view. We got caught anyway, I don’t think I need this fabric to cover me.” You stand up, reach back to unzip your dress, and work your way out of it. I can’t believe how much you’re embracing the audience, I’ve never seen you like this. You kiss me, whisper in my ear how you’ve always thought the couple was hot. You tell me we’re going to show them exactly how hot we are.
“Would you like him to strip too?” I hear you ask. When the bride nods, you tell me to get started. I see you saunter over to the door, in just your heels at this point. You check the knob and realize the door doesn’t lock. You walk back over to the stack of chairs, take one, and put it under the door knob. “It’ll just be us now.”
I’m stripped to my briefs. You sit back down on the chair and spread your legs. I use my mouth on you for a bit before you stop me again. “I want them to be able to see more – use your fingers.” I sit up and move to your side. You lean forward to undo your bra before tossing it next to your dress. You start running your hands all over your tits as my hand moves down. I put one finger inside you, then two.
I stroke in and out a few times before taking my fingers out and running them up to your clit, just how you like. You’re perfectly wet now. I rub your clit with my fingers before sliding my palm down, over and over. You open your eyes and look over at the bride. She’s got her hand in the slit of her dress, clearly playing with herself while she rubs the outside of the groom’s pants with her other hand.
I start working my fingers, using the ‘come hither’ motion you love so much instead of moving them in and out. I feel you getting closer as you tighten around my fingers. You use one hand to touch my skin and the other to rub your clit. Now I switch back, moving my fingers in and out of you, picking up speed. I use my other hand to play with your tits, gently twisting you between my fingers. “Harder,” you say, then “faster.” I move quicker in and out of you, pulling harder on your nipples at the same time. You nod, you’re about to come. I love watching the wave go through you, watching your whole body shake. I have to remind myself to look at the newlyweds so that later I can describe the looks on their faces when you came, how entranced they were, how they both wanted you.
You love to build up this way. Your moans are matched by the bride’s, she’s getting excited too. We hear her tell the groom “they’ve gotten me so hot, I’m ready to fuck you right now.” She pulls up a chair, facing us.
You take a second to recover, your chest still heaving with each breath. You stand up and kiss me, pushing my briefs down as you do so. You grab my cock as you kiss me and tell me to sit down. You turn around to face the bride and I get to appreciate your incredible ass. You lower yourself just a bit, just enough to reach down and grab my cock between your legs. You bring the tip of my cock to your entrance as you lower yourself. You drop down slowly, taking all of me.
When you get to the base you take a second to adjust, to get used to my size. Now I can see over your shoulder. I get to see the bride’s face as she gets fucked from behind, one knee on the chair and one on the ground, holding on to the top of the chair with a firm grip. She looks incredible, still wearing her dress with her perfect hair and makeup. They get to see your hips move on my cock, your tits on full display.
You look back at me and tell me you want to mirror them. You get off my cock and I stand, moving the chair in front of you. You still have your heels on so my cock lines up perfectly when you bend over. You grip the chair with both hands, matching the bride. It’s so hot doing what they’re doing. Us, looking at the gorgeous bride. Them, looking at gorgeous you, your tits swaying with each thrust into you. The bride’s hand is hidden by her dress but you can tell she’s working herself to the brink. In a second, she comes too. She looks so sexy, her eyes closed, her moan long, drawn out, barely controlled.
I tell you I’m going to come and you tell me to come inside you. Hearing you say it send me over the edge. I feel you tighten around my cock as multiple shots fill you up. The groom announces he’s going to come too. The bride, in almost a stutter through the strokes, tells him she doesn’t have time to clean up. I hear your voice, it catches me by surprise, as you say “he can come in my mouth.” I’m even more surprised that that’s what you said since I almost always finish inside you. You look at the bride, then at me, “well, she can’t ruin her makeup or her dress.” It’s a great point, they still have photos left to take, an entrance left to do. I tell you that if it’s okay with you, and it’s okay with the bride, it’s okay with me.
“Fuck yes,” you hear the bride say, “I want to watch.” I watch you walk over to them, now in nothing but your heels, and get down to your knees. He’s barely pulled out when he starts shooting, she’s turned around just in time to see. You move quick to catch him, take his cock in your mouth. Just a small amount hit your tits before you got there. When he’s done, he stumbles backwards. When you stand up the bride grabs you, wipes his come off your tits with her perfectly manicured finger, and kisses you gently. She whispers in your ear right before her and the groom tidy up and head out.
“What’d she say,” I ask as you gather your clothes. “She said she can’t wait to do that again.”
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