Are you kidding? Yes!

With her resounding endorsement of my trustworthiness, I grabbed her shoulders and kissed her hard, pushing my tongue into her mouth. She enfolded me in her arms and kissed me back, her tongue dancing the tango with mine. It felt good to kiss her for real again after ten years. We fell into it like it was yesterday. My feelings for her, long blocked out, resurfaced, including a deep lust. I had always desired her and her body strongly. My lips communicated these emotions to her like a telegraph. She sucked my tongue deep into her mouth and massaged it with hers, both of us holding each other tightly.

She broke the kiss and began removing my tux. I started to unzip her gown, but she stopped me. “It’ll take an hour to get this thing back on right if you take it off. We’re going to just have to be careful not to get it messy. I am not going to Monica my wedding dress.” She grinned at me with a fiery look in her eyes. “You’re just going to have to cum inside me.” My cock pulsed into her belly at the thought. “But don’t worry. I’m on the pill. I’m not ready for any babies yet.”

She finished removing my clothes, folding them neatly over the back of the hotel armchair. I stood there naked while she was still in her sexy wedding gown. I cupped her tits and rubbed them, paying special attention to her nipples. She moaned and gasped at my touch, and I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. The bumps of her nubs stood out clearly in the satin of her dress.

I spied the desk chair perfectly positioned in front of a wall mirror. I grinned, remembering the last time we fucked. It was in a hotel room much cheaper than this one the night before I shipped out to boot camp. I pulled her over to it and pushed on her back. She smiled lasciviously at me, obviously remembering as well, and took my hint, bending over the chair back and resting her arms on the desk. She spread her feet apart. In the mirror, I could see most of the way down her cleavage, and her tits were wobbling enticingly.

I lifted up the copious amounts of material of her dress, grinning at her in the mirror like a kid in a candy shop after closing. I finally had it all out of the way and spread across her back and got a big surprise: she wasn’t wearing any panties! Her ass looked luscious, and I could see her pussy lips peeking out from between her legs. They were red, swollen and glistening with liquid excitement. She was also wearing a blue garter. That must be her ‘something blue’.

I ran my fingers through her lips and her whole body shuddered. My fingers came away coated with her juices. She was already ready for me. When we were dating, she had always gotten wet very fast. If it weren’t so much fun, foreplay would almost never have been needed.

I bent by knees a bit to get the right height, and I slid my cock back and forth through her cunt lips, but not penetrating her. Michelle moaned every time I hit her clit.

“Are you sure about this? Last chance to chicken out,” I said with confidence how she’d choose.

“Fuck me, fuck me like the last time. Fill me with your cum,” she said, lust dripping from her voice.

“Okay, here it comes,” I said as I slammed into her. She shrieked, and I watched her face in the mirror. The look of pure pleasure on her face was priceless. Her pussy felt just like I remembered it: slick and tight. I pounded her, reaching forward with one arm to grab her shoulder to help pull her body into mine. I groped with the other hand under her body and found a ripe breast; I fondled it and found her stiff nipple. I pinched it through the satin and was rewarded with another loud outcry.

I loved the mirror. Watching the reflection of her face in the midst of ecstasy while fucking her from behind was incredible. And seeing the wedding dress and hearing the crinkle of the expensive fabric was very erotic. My lust was hurtling me headlong into her cunt at a rapid rate. I slipped my hand off her breast and around the mass of satin to her hips. I reached around and stroked her pussy, quickly finding her unhooded clit. Michelle was rhythmically grunting and moaning, but when I touched her throbbing button, she shrieked loudly. About a minute of pounding her pussy and teasing her clit made her vocalizations get much more urgent.

“Oh, my God! You feel so good. You’re gonna make me cum all over that beautiful cock,” she exclaimed throatily. “I’m so close! Ah, oh, unh! Here I come! Unh! Unh! Aaaaaaaaaaah!” In the reflection, her eyes were closed and her mouth wide open, her tits wobbling wildly in her dress as her body shook in a big orgasm. Her clasping cunt and ecstatic screams pushed me into my own climax, and I slammed hard into her slit and held myself there. I roared through clenched teeth as my cock blew squirt after squirt of hot jism into this bride-to-be’s womb. After about eight jerks of my whole body with my eruptions, I stopped ejecting sperm.

"You look wonderful when you cum, Dear," Michelle said to me as she looked at me in the mirror.