wedding

As the wedding dinner began, Sarah found herself seated next to Brad once again. She tried to ignore him and focus on the conversation at the table, but she could feel his eyes on her, and the heat emanating from his body.

As the night wore on and the alcohol flowed, Brad became more daring. He slipped his hand under the table and began to caress Sarah's thigh. She gasped and looked around nervously, but no one seemed to notice.

"You're so wet, Sarah," Brad whispered in her ear. "I can feel it through your dress. Do you want me to touch you?"

Sarah's heart raced as she felt his fingers inching higher and higher up her leg. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, especially not with her husband sitting next to her, but the thrill of being caught was too much to resist.

"Yes," she whispered back. "Touch me."

Brad slipped his fingers past the waistband of her panties and began to rub her clit. Sarah bit her lip to stifle a moan as pleasure washed over her. She looked around the table, trying to act casual, but inside, she was burning with desire.

Brad's fingers moved faster and faster, and Sarah struggled to keep from crying out. Her body tensed as she felt her orgasm building.

"Come for me, Sarah," Brad urged her. "Come in front of all your friends and your husband."

And with that, Sarah's body convulsed with pleasure as she came hard, her juices soaking Brad's fingers.

She looked at him, panting, as he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. "You taste so sweet," he said with a smirk.

Sarah felt a mix of shame and arousal as she sat there, her body still quivering. She couldn't believe what she had just done, but a part of her couldn't wait to do it again.