The first dance

"So, you come here often?"

"Oh yeah, I get married here all the time."

Eric and June shared a laugh as they softly swayed to the music. It was their first dance, a slow and romantic affair meant more for the cameras of friends, families and professionals then for the couple. Still, it was a quiet moment where the two could simply be with one another.

"If you keep stepping on my dress we're going to have another incident."

"Like you'd really be upset. We both know your tits are coming out at some point tonight."

"Yeah, but after our parents, our grandparents and all the other old farts turn in for the night."

Eric pulled her close to squish her soft, ample chest against his. She knew his intention was to keep her dress from slipping down, but the pressure stirred something within her. That she was feeling such heat in front of friends and family and cameras only stirred her more.

"Do you remember our first dance?"

Eric's question only made things worse. Of course she remembered peeling off her clothes and grinding herself into his lap for the first time. The things they did afterwards came to mind and flushed more than her cheeks with heat.

"The way we swayed under the stars for hours, so drunk we were propping eachother up more than dancing."

"Oh, you meant... Yes, I remember that."

Eric gave her a curious look. Then the lightbulb in his head flicked on.

"You were thinking of the first time you danced for me, not the first time we danced together."

The blonde tried to look away. Despite her history and her many antics, Eric could always somehow make her feel embarrassed. He knew just how to make the confident, sexual woman transform into a shy, innocent girl.

"Could you imagine if you gave me another dance like that tonight? We could pull a chair out to the middle of the dance floor and give everyone a show."

"I- not with our parents..."

Eric paused, then he grinned from ear to ear.

"That didn't sound like a no. That sounded like a later."

It wasn't just arousal that turned the bride's face beet red.

"You want to, don't you?"

It wasn't just embarrassment that had the bride's heart pounding in her chest.

"That would be so hot. Fuck, it's too bad we don't have a pole here, then things could get real wild."

"Well... about that..."

June subtly pinched her husbands hand to draw out a confession.

"Okay, so, Ted bought you a standing pole. It's not with the other wedding gifts because he wasn't going to give it to you until tomorrow morning, before everyone left the lodge."

The look she gave her husband did more than a hundred pinches.

"I told him to do it because you keep telling me how you miss the workout pole dancing gave you."

Her eyes narrowed.

"And because I thought it'd be hot."

She gave him a grin of her own.

"You just want private shows from now until forever."

"Maybe."

"Well too bad. Because you, mister, are going to pump me full of cum at every opportunity and when I'm knocked up I won't be pole dancing."

It was her husbands turn to feel inappropriate arousal on the dance floor, arousal she could feel pressing against her.

"At every opportunity? I'll hold you to that."