Surprise at the reception

We arrived at the hotel and walked to the banquet room. Apparently, the limo driver took the long way there to let us smooch more, because about half the guests were already there.

The reception went off well. The food was good, the bar was open (thanks, Mr. Heisner), and the talk was rampant. Mr. Reisman’s father-of-the-bride speech was the usual mix of heart-felt emotion and funny family stories. My own speech was pretty funny (at least, they all laughed) as I poked gently at Matt and Michelle and made light of dating her in high school. I congratulated them and wished them a very happy life.

All through the party, Liz and Dani traded back and forth with flirting with me. They never did so in the company of the other, but it seemed like they were double-teaming me.

I finished my meal and left the head table to find the restroom. The champagne had gone right to my bladder. Just as I opened the door, I heard a rustle of expensive fabric behind me. I turned and saw Liz right behind me, pushing me into the bathroom. She locked the door behind us. Her hands and lips were all over me, and I returned in kind, rubbing and squeezing her breasts and nipples while we kissed. My earlier escapades with Dani, Nicole, and Marianne just fueled my libido.

"You know it's bad luck if the best man and maid of honor don't hook up at the wedding," Liz said as she pulled her 'off the shoulder' bridesmaid dress way off the shoulder and exposed her full breasts. Then her hands went to my zipper.

I fondled her tits and said, "I didn't know that, but I'll make sure we break the curse." Liz gasped when I pinched her plump nipples. I gasped when she stroked up and down my released shaft. I grabbed her other hand and pulled her to the sink, pushing her shoulders down till she was leaning on the counter. She looked back at me in the mirror with blazing eyes full of lust. I lifted her long dress a few inches at a time, bunching it up above her waist. I looked down at her long sexy legs that never seemed to end. Then her ass, her gorgeous round ass was revealed. Liz was not wearing panties! I smacked hard it as I looked up into her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes went wide with surprise and she sucked her breath in, but she smiled back at me and moaned after the initial shock. I held her hip steady as I ran my hand between her legs. She was dripping down her legs with excitement, and hot as a blast furnace. Her whole body shuddered when I found her clit and rubbed it with my slick fingers.

"Oh, my God! Fuck me! I'm so hot for you!" she yelled, her voice echoing off the tile.

I pushed her further down, until I could see her breasts hanging below her chest and she had to look up to look me in the eye. That tilted her hips enough that I now had a straight shot to her gushing pussy. I spread her ass cheeks apart and saw her brick-red sphincter winking at me. I had to make a decision -- cunt or ass?