The first dance

Following the dinner, the tables were moved aside by the hotel staff to make room for a dance floor. It was a relatively small wedding, but they had still signed on a wedding band that the Wedding Planner had recommended. The band was relatively small, with a thin pretty boy on lead vocals and guitar, a tatted up bald guy who looked out of place in a suit on drums, and a long haired goddess with legs that seem to go on forever and full, round breasts, playing the bass.

As you began your first dance as a married couple with Sarah, you took the lead. She didn't notice, but you kept the dance with her back to the band so that you didn't have to take your eyes off the incredibly sexy bassist. Your erection pressed into your new wife's stomach, her head resting on your shoulder, assuming that your arousal was for her, but it couldn't be further from the truth. The woman in the band had you so entranced by her sheer sexuality that you couldn't even remember what your wife looked like. In her tight orange dress she radiated sex appeal. Your eyes roamed her exposed cleavage and bare stomach and up and down the long legs tightly wrapped in her dress.

At the end of the first song the band took a break. The woman put down her bass and gave you a come-hither stare. She seductively crooked a finger for you to follow and you immediately made an excuse to your wife. You were hooked already and had to follow this goddess wherever she lead. Her eyes were like a deep pool of water that you could drown in. Her lips were full and beckoning. Her body was curvaceous and screaming for attention. You followed her like a moth to a flame, drawn in by her beauty and unable to resist her pull.

You pursued her into the ladies room and found her waiting for you. "I love a groom, always so eager", she purred. "Tell me, do you love your wife."

"Yes, I love Sarah.", you told her, your voice sounding almost in a trance as you were so mesmerized by this woman's body and face.

"How much does it turn you on to know that you are about to betray her by having sex with a woman you just met in the bathroom at your wedding.", her voice was ripe with sexual invitation. She began to strip out of her dress, teasingly slow at first. Her hands grazed over her body as she bared her breasts before you. The site of those naked orbs caused you to cum in your pants. They were so round, and firm and perfect.

Her voice was like a blade, slicing through your resolve and leaving you bleeding and begging for more. "I can see you want me, you worship me. I know that I have that effect on men, especially married men. It's why I joined a wedding band. Nothing turns me on like taking a dedicated man and making him violate his vows so effortlessly.", her voice was driving you wild with need. You could see the heat in her eyes, the way her body moved with a serpentine grace. She was everything you'd ever wanted and more, and she knew it. That's why she was doing this to you. She wanted to see you squirm, and ache with desire. And you would have given anything for her to continue.

Soon she stood naked in front of you, you wanted to worship this goddess, and she was prepared to let you. You stripped out of your tuxedo as quickly as you could to stand naked before her.

"It turns me on to know that I have such an effect on you. To know that you would betray your wife just to touch me. Now, kneel before me and worship my body the way you've been dying to.", she commanded. And you obeyed without hesitation. You knelt before her and ran your hands over her smooth skin, caressing her breasts and kissing her bellybutton. You worshipped her body with your hands, mouth and tongue, lavishing attention on every inch of her perfection. She moaned in pleasure as you paid tribute to her beauty, gasping as your tongue found its way between her legs and licked her pussy until she came.

"That was good.", she purred as she pulled you up to standing and kissed you deep and hard on the mouth. "But now it's time to go back to your wife, and know that you betrayed her just for a taste of this body." And with that she left you standing there, hard as a rock, still smelling of her musky juices. You never even learned her name.