He picks Gillian.

“Hey, thanks for the dance,” Vinny said to Bernice as soon as the final cords of the song had finished playing. She looked dejected at his leaving, obviously hoping for at least a few more dances together. “I’ve gotta share myself around the rest of the bridal party,” he added.

Vinny knew he was at this point turning down a sure thing with Bernice but he just couldn’t give up on another chance with Gillian. Their sex last night had been fun and playful and after hearing she’d got back together with her boyfriend Vinny absolutely had to get another piece of her. There was just something about making a woman be unfaithful that woke the fire in him.

Turning his head around to find Gillian, Vinny managed to spot her with the groomsman she’d been paired with Christopher. She and the dark-skinned gent had just finished their dance like he and Bernice had and were catching their breaths with hands-on-hips. Vinny set off towards her before someone else had a chance to claim Gillian and another song came on.

“Mind if I have the next one?” Vinny asked Gillian as he came up to her pairing with Chris.

Gillian nodded her blonde head and Christopher when to walk off. What would he care Vinny thought, he likes dudes anyway. The music started and Vinny took Gillian in his arms. Her hands rose to take the back of Vinny’s neck and they both drew close, body to body. Vinny was already hard from Bernice’s dance and his thick cock was easily outlined running down the leg of his pants. Gillian pressed her light pelvis to him and came in contact with it right away.

She gasped but didn’t pull away. “Vinny!” she whispered imploringly into his ear.

“It’s you Gillian and after last night I can’t help it,” Vinny told her as he ran his hands down onto the curves of her bum and pressed her even tighter to his hard-on.

Gillian allowed herself to rub against Vinny in the close confines of the crowded dance floor. He was even more impressed by her bravery when he felt her let go of his neck with one of her hands and bring it down between them to rub at his throbbing bulge.

Almost as soon as she’d touched him and felt the way Vinny’s cock pulsed and twitch in response Gillian let go and broke away from him. “Vinny I can’t,” she told him and he could tell that she was wavering at that point.

Fuck! Vinny thought to himself, he’d very nearly had her just then. No matter. He just needed to compose him (and adjust where he was sticking) and try again later.

Mouth dry and badly in need of another drink now, Vinny left the dance floor and went to the bar. He ordered a soda and lime to quench himself and surveyed the room. About half the guests were still dancing, including Alexa and Daniel although with different people at that time. Gillian had retreated to the bridal table and was sitting down. An idea came to his mind.

Taking a route that included going past the bridal table so that Gillian could see him, Vinny returned to the dancefloor and up to Alexa who was with her new brother-in-law Kyall at the time.

“Hey,” he said to the pair of them.

Alexa gave him a cautious eye at what he might be doing and Kyall had stepped back as if he was about to turn Alexa over to him and let Vinny cut in.

“Oh no,” Vinny held his hands up and motioned for them not to stop on his regard and very quickly leant in so that he could whisper something to Alexa’s ear. “When I point at you with Gillian just nod your head very sincerely.”

“Vinny, what are you up to?” his secret-lover asked him but he was already gone.

Heading back to the bar, Vinny grabbed a flute of champagne to take with him and then headed for the bridal table.

“Here. To say sorry,” Vinny said to Gillian as he sat himself down in the chair beside her.

“Thank you, Vinny,” Gillian smiled sadly at him, “And if things were different…”

He cut her off right then. “No, I shouldn’t and I respect that but that’s not actually why I came over.”

“It isn’t?” Gillian looked surprised.

“Yeah of course. You know how they do the garter thing at weddings where one of the single guys pulls it off with his teeth?” he began.

“Yeah…” Gillian had heard something about that. She wasn’t sure she knew what it was entirely.

“Well, Alexa needs to borrow your panties as she isn’t wearing any herself.’

“No! Why wouldn’t she?” Gillian looked truly mystified.

“It’s true. See,” Vinny said pointing towards Alexa and Kyall on the dancefloor.

Just as Vinny had asked her too, Alexa was nodding at Gillian and him for all the world as of what Vinny had just said was the truth.

“Oh, ok then,” Gillian said convinced. Poor sweet gullible Gillian!

Looking around once to see if anyone was watching, Gillian reach up under her bridesmaids dress and started to wiggle her hips in the seat and bring her panties off her waist and down over her legs. Vinny watched as the little white thong with pale yellow daisies ended up around Gillian's heels and ankles and was then kicked off for her to collect.

“Here,” Gillian said as handed them to Vinny. Making sure to stuff them inside his clenched palm so they couldn’t be seen.

Vinny could feel the heat from Gillian’s g-string having just been worn.

“Oh my God! I can’t believe I’m wearing no panties out in public like this,” Gillian told him. Her eyes were wide at the scandal she imagined. “I feel so naked.”

“I promise you, no one will even know,” Vinny reassured Gillian before catching and asking her, “these aren’t all wet, are they?” He’d loosed the thong from his palm and was shaking it around in front of Gillian for all to see.

“No!” Gillian shrieked and snatched Vinny’s hands and her knickers down below the level of the table. “They’re not. Honestly,” she whispered confidentially.

“Let me see,” Vinny told her.

Like a deer in the headlight, Gillian's eyes were wild as she opened her legs slightly and lifted her dress partway up her thighs. Vinny's hand was quick to reach past her knees and start gliding its way up her inner thighs. Gillian gasped as he travelled the short distance to her exposed pussy. Rubbing his fingertips along her slit, Vinny could feel the very slightest hint of moisture as he rolled his fingers in a circle and started to spread Gillian’s pussy lips apart. She gasped increasingly at Vinny’s touch but made no move to take his hand out. Hidden behind the white tablecloth Vinny played with her pussy, rubbing her lips, grazing her clit and when she started to flow with moisture sliding his finger inside her hot cunny. Gillian held onto the table with one hand and Vinny’s forearm with the other. His knuckles were getting all wet from her box and he thought she might be in danger of orgasming soon.

Gillian sensed it too. “Vinny! Not here. Let’s go somewhere else.”

He’d cracked her!

Getting up causally from the main table. Gillian smoothed her dress out and Vinny tucked his wet finger into his pocket. They tried to look normal as they headed for the side exit of the reception hall and out into the night. Outside was the garden grounds of the old treasury complex that had been converted into a 5-star hotel and a very popular place for weddings. Vinny led Gillian away from the main building, heading for a dark place hidden amongst the trees. The music could only just be heard when they stopped. Vinny took Gillian in his arms as they kissed, her back to a tree’s wooded bark.

Gillian’s hands were at the front of Vinny’s trousers again. Her palm formed around his rigid cock, gripping and stroking it longingly as Vinny lifted her dress up exposing her steaming hotpot. Two fingers he buried inside her this time as she began to moan deeply.

Her orgasm didn’t take very long at all as Gillian soon began to howl and whimper at the night. Her tight little pussy clamped onto Vinny’s two fingers in her snatch and pulsed in time with her peaked waves. Her pussy became swamped with juices which was a good thing as Vinny want to be so damn deep inside her in the very next minute.

Gillian was just coming back down from the orgasmic peak of her excitement when a ringing sound disturbed the night. It was a shock to both of them as they’d thought they were very much alone. Vinny hadn’t taken any notice of the tiny strapped clutch that Gillian had thrown of her shoulder when they’d got up from the bridal table.

Reaching into the purse, Gillian pulled out the phone and looked at it. “It’s my boyfriend,” she told him with a very concerned look on her face.

Vinny didn’t tell her not to so Gillian thumbed the screen and spoke into the receiver. “Hello sweetie,” was all Gillian had time to say before she felt Vinny take her free palm and close it around the warm and very hard shaft of his cock. She hadn’t noticed Vinny taking his prick out in the panic at her boyfriend calling her at the worst possible moment. Her sweet beau said hello in return and asked how the wedding was going just as she started to slide her hand up and down the length of Vinny’s manhood.