So a friend from college got married a few years ago, which ended up bringing together a bunch of our old group that doesn’t see each other often anymore. Back in the day, one of the bridesmaids and I hooked up a few times. We were both pretty wild, just sort of figuring out what we liked sexually. We never dated or anything, just messed around.
So the night before the wedding, we all ended up getting pretty drunk, and she and I ended up being two of the last people still at the hotel bar, just reminiscing about funny stories and all the crazy stuff we used to do. Long story short, we ended up making out at the bar and then she came back to my room and stayed the night. She pulled my tits out the second we got to the room and started sucking on them and fingering me, it was sexy as hell. We’re both bi, but she mostly dates women while I mostly date and hook up with guys these days. We had a lot of fun playing around in college, but holy shit has she gotten good at eating pussy since the last time I saw her. It was honestly the most fun I’ve had in awhile. We showered together the next morning, still kind of hungover. I fingered her one more time in the shower before she had to leave for hair, makeup, pictures and all that.
I couldn’t stop thinking about the night all day, I was just so turned on and wanted to fuck again immediately. Fast forward to the reception, our entire group was partying hard and starting ti get pretty wild. I don’t really know the best man very well, but he hit on me a couple times in college and then since then he’s asked the bride a few times how I was doing, if I was single, etc. Well we ended up dancing and flirting all night. He’s pretty hot, and I was still dying to fuck again, so when he followed me to the bridal party suite (where they got ready, not her hotel room) I was not mad about it. We made out for a bit, then he bent me over the couch and fucked me from behind. He ended up unzipping my strapless dress and pulling it off. At this point he’s still mostly dressed, shirt is open, but his pants are around his ankles, and I’m somehow fully naked in a room with no lock on the door. I climb on top and ride him until he cums, then he lays me back on the couch and continues to fuck me because he’s somehow still hard. He starts rubbing my clit in the perfect little circles, and I was cumming right as another bridesmaid walks in, bursts out laughing and then leaves. Finally, about a month later, I see the bride at our other friend’s bridal shower. I knew she knew about the best man, but apparently she also heard about the night before as well. So I got majorly clowned for being the sluttiest person at the wedding, but we had a good laugh about it and I obviously regret nothing.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/te338k/why_choose_between_a_bridesmaid_and_the_best_man