Mary without limits

As the words "I now pronounce you wife and wife" echoed in my ears, a surge of desire washed over me. Sue, standing beside me in nothing but a garter belt and a sheer veil, looked so enticing. The thought of our family and friends watching did nothing to quell the fire burning within me. I wanted Sue, right here, right now.

Ignoring the eyes fixed upon us, I reached for Sue, my hands eager to explore every inch of her exposed skin. Her breath hitched as our lips met in a passionate kiss, tongues dancing in a frenzy of desire. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only us in our bubble of lust.

I felt the heat between my legs intensify, aching for Sue's touch. With a boldness I never knew I had, I pushed her back against the table, the cool surface a stark contrast to the fiery passion between us. My fingers traced the curve of her body, eliciting soft moans of pleasure from her lips.

I wanted to taste her, to feel her writhe beneath me in ecstasy. My hands roamed freely, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples to stiff peaks. Sue's breath came in short gasps, her eyes dark with desire as she surrendered to the moment.

In a frenzy of need, I pushed aside all thoughts of decorum and inhibition. I needed Sue like I needed air, like I needed the beating of my heart. Our bodies moved together in a primal rhythm, a symphony of passion and lust that knew no bounds.

And as we lost ourselves in each other, I knew that this was where I belonged. With Sue, in this moment of raw desire and unbridled love, I found a completeness that surpassed anything I had ever known.

Sue and I, both insatiable nymphomaniacs, had set our sights on seducing every single member of the wedding party. We craved the thrill of conquest, the rush of desire reciprocated by others.

As the doors to the registry office closed, none of our guests knew that they wouldn't leave the party until at least one of us had reached orgasm with them. There were some conservative couples among them who had probably never considered partner swapping or threesomes/foursomes, but can you refuse a bride's wish?

Sue and I exchanged a conspiratorial glance, our hearts pounding with anticipation. We had planned this meticulously, a wedding night unlike any other. The reception hall was filled with unsuspecting guests, all dressed in their finest, ready to celebrate our union. Little did they know, they were about to become part of a much more intimate celebration.

We started with subtle touches, a hand on a shoulder here, a lingering gaze there. The atmosphere in the room began to shift, a palpable tension building as our guests started to pick up on the undercurrent of desire. Sue and I moved through the crowd, our touches becoming bolder, our intentions clearer.

The first to succumb was a shy bridesmaid, her cheeks flushing a deep red as Sue whispered something in her ear. She looked at us, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and excitement. Sue took her hand, leading her to a secluded corner of the room. I watched as Sue's hands explored the bridesmaid's body, her lips trailing kisses down her neck. The bridesmaid's initial hesitation melted away, replaced by soft moans of pleasure.

Meanwhile, I set my sights on the best man, a tall, handsome figure with a mischievous smile. He was more than willing, his hands eagerly exploring my body as we danced. I could feel his desire pressing against me, and I knew it wouldn't take much to convince him to join us in our game.