Receiving Regrets

You find yourself very eager to get to the church this morning. Pastor Amanda recommended private counselling and you could definitely use some of that. But before you head out you notice you've received some text messages. Most of them are just standard pre-wedding items from your brother and best man, but two conversations stand out.

The first is from Sarah's cousin, Katrina. She's out of the country travelling and couldn't make it to the wedding.

The text reads "Hi Bill, just wanted to say welcome to the family. I've been thinking about you, a lot. I know that since you're marrying Sarah you probably are going to need some motivation for the wedding night. I've got 2 things to help with that. First, picture me in her place and I'm sure you'll be hard enough to satisfy her for hours.". A picture of the sender follows this text.

The text continues, "Second - I've arranged to be at the same hotel you're booked into for your honeymoon - so I can motivate you in person to give the woman you really want to screw a good time - and I know that isn't going to be Sarah."

It had been a while since you had seen Katrina and she had definitely developed since then. She looked amazing in the bikini picture she had posted and you could tell that the guys were going crazy over her. You were too - just looking at her picture was giving you a serious hard on. You scrolled back to the picture, admiring her curves and wondering what it would be like to feel her skin under your hands.

After that there was a message from Lucy Chan, a college friend of Sarah's that you remember as something of a studious bookworm.

"Hey Bill, as you know - I'm away pursuing an overseas degree and can't make it to your wedding - but I thought I'd give you and Sarah a little gift. Something to help ensure the wedding night goes well, just imagine this when you're with her.", the text started, followed by a recent picture of Lucy.

"I'll see you after the wedding - your hotel is very close to where I'm staying and I can come visit you as often, and however, you want."

Holy hell, Lucy had certainly come out of her shell at this overseas school. She was wearing skin tight jeans that showed off her long, toned legs, and a tight top that left nothing to the imagination about her full breasts. Her dark hair was loose and flowing, and her eyes were bright and mischievous. It was clear she was enjoying the attention she was getting from the boys. And that body would definitely inspire some serious fantasies. It was enough to make any red-blooded man hard with desire.