I went above and beyond my groomswoman duties [FFM]

*Quick side note: I recently resigned from my job to spend the next five months writing. Y’all’s comments were exceptionally kind and encouraging so thank you again.*

I should start by saying I was in the wedding as a groomsman, but there was a small conflict on which side I would be on. I was pretty close with both of them and they only had one person each as their wedding party.

I’ve also hooked up with both of them separately before they got together and we ALMOST had a threesome.

*I felt like such a baller getting that invitation.*

So before this wedding the groom gets a little nervous at one point and I convince him to do a shot with me.

*That’s totally rational, right?*

He’s freaking out a little and I tell him to just drink until he calms down.

I have absolutely no doubt these two should get married and they’re stupid happy now, but both were just struggling with the whole “lifelong commitment” thing. As I am convincing the groom he is not making a mistake, the bride runs down the stairs almost in tears and says she needs to see him.

She is a bit surprised to find we are tipsy, but actually takes it in stride and starts laughing about why this is why I should have been her bridesmaid. I convince them both to do another shot with me and start playing drunk therapist as I tell them it’s normal to be nervous.

*I have been in over twenty weddings and I have a very good sense for the ones that aren’t going to last.*

Through my tipsiness, I give them the sage advice that they should just fuck.

*Like, why the hell not? Things usually seem a lot clearer post-orgasm.*

They do not take me seriously and start having this really deep conversation about their hopes, dreams, and fears. Meanwhile, I continue to knock back tequila and provide valuable insight like, “Marriage is kind of a stupid institution anyway so maybe just treat it like no big deal.”

*Lol, I’m married now.*

The bride gets teary-eyed and starts going off about how it is outdated and insane that they’ll only be with each other forever.

“That’s not even true,” I wisely remark. “Monogamy is an arbitrary line. It doesn’t matter.”

And that is when I throw back my drink and walk over to the bride. I trace her lips with my thumb and wait for her to stop me. I look back at the groom and waits for him to stop me but he actually looks pretty please.

So I do the only rational thing i can think of: I make out with the bride. Like really, really make out with her. I straddle her, pull her towards me so we grind into each other. Her breathing gets heavy so I push her back against the chair as I wrap my legs tighter around her.

She moves her hand to my chest and I let her put her it down my dress. I am conveniently not wearing a bra and pinches me until I gasp.

*I usually don’t dom, but I could have punished this girl.*

I finally pull back and the two of us giggle. When I stand up I look at the groom and just say something like, “You mad bro?”

He is not mad. He is however extremely turned on and invites me to continue so he can watch.

“Just fuck her!” I insist. “Things will look better naked.”

*Yes I know what y’all are thinking. Do I want to join? Fuck yes. But I cannot fuck this couple on their wedding day. My sluttiness has limits.*

I do agree to stand outside the door and guard though.

So the thing is… We’re in a basement and hours away from the start time. There’s not really a chance of anyone walking down. Also, this couple sounds SO HOT when they are fucking.

Holy shit. My sweet, innocent friends apparently get hella weird when they’re in bed. He tells her he wants to “ruin her dress” and she tells him he can spank her for kissing me.

*Whaaaaat?*

He does spank her. I hear it.

My guard duty gets a little more interesting after that because… well… I’m turned on AF. I’m not NOT going to touch myself when my friends are talking about me while they fuck.

So yeah, I pull my underwear off, spread my legs and go to town.

*We were in a church btw.*

I match their speed with my fingers and fully fantasize about being in there with them.

*I would have rocked their damn world.*

I keep checking to make sure no one’s coming around the corner but the exposure is kind of adding to the hotness of the situation. When I really start building I basically lose all inhibitions and allow myself to moan.

*I also kind of hope they hear.*

When she declares she’s going to come, I lose it myself and shudder while I orgasm at the same time as her.

*Theres a special kinship in that.*

They emerge after a bit, slightly disheveled but far more relaxed. I hand the bride my underwear and thank them both for their service.

“You have lipstick on your face btw,” I tell the groom.

“Yeah, so do you.”

I sent them this story before posting and asked if they’d be mad if it ended up anonymously online. Apparently they had always suspected I had gotten off but had never known for her. They fucked after reading this.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/t9vemd/i_went_above_and_beyond_my_groomswoman_duties_ffm