The wedding

I quickly ran a clean, damp washcloth over my pits and cock and then got dressed. I found the cummerbund and put it on. I checked myself in the mirror and seemed ready to go. I descended to Matt's room to find him putting the finishing touches on his attire. His cummerbund and tie were the only things needing attention. I helped him, and soon we were both dapper in our tuxes.

We got to the church right on time. I was glad that my little secret dalliance hadn't delayed us. There were no delays, traumas, or emergencies. The wedding started only ten minutes late, which in wedding terms is practically early. It also allowed last minute stragglers to get seated.

When the processional started, I took Liz’ arm in mine and we walked slowly down the aisle. Liz leaned over and kissed my cheek before we entered the sanctuary, whispering, “That tux looks delicious on you. I’d love to get you out of it and find out what you taste like.”

I whispered in her ear, “You look fabulous in that dress, and I’m sure even better out of it.” I nibbled her earlobe briefly. The two of us rounded the corner and entered the church sanctuary, all flirting over.

After the processional was finished, I looked down the row of bride’s maids, admiring the display. All of them were looking at the bride, except Dani, who was looking straight at me. When she saw that I was looking at her, she smiled and winked, and then licked her lips with her little pink tongue. If that wasn’t a come-on, I’m a kindergarten teacher.

The rest of the wedding was flawless, and as we left the sanctuary, Liz pinched my butt. Since she had my arm, I used my other hand to tweak her tit through the piles of satin. She giggled and squirmed a bit. We stood next to each other in the receiving line, and in between greeting guests, we flirted, whispering lewd remarks to each other, secretly fondling the other’s body, and stealing occasional kisses.

After all the guests had been through the line, Liz went off to the bathroom. A minute or so later, Dani found me and gave me a hug. Her body felt great pressed next to mine. I hadn’t figured out how to broach the subject of hooking up, but I figured that I had all night. While she had me in her embrace, I nibbled her earlobe and kissed her neck briefly. Perhaps, just a few little indications would bring her to me later.

The reception was back at the hotel, so we all piled into the limos. Liz and I were in one with Matt and Michelle. Dani was in the second limo with the other bride’s maid and the two groomsmen. The two sets of parents, Marianne and Mr. Reisman – maintaining a semblance of being married – and Nicole and Mr. Heisner, were in the last limo. We all had champagne and sat very close, Matt next to Michelle and Liz next to me. It was a half-hour drive to the hotel, and, after about ten minutes of laughing about the wedding, Matt and Michelle just sat and kissed. Liz turned to me and, just as I was going to say something, put her hand on my cheek and kissed me too. She tasted good. After about five minutes of tongue-chasing, she stopped and slipped me a key card, whispering, “Come to my room tonight. I don’t care how late. Number 651.”

I grinned at her and pocketed the key card, then pulled her into another kiss. I surreptitiously stroked her breasts through the dress, and she rubbed my cock through the tux pants. Glancing over at Matt and Michelle, I saw them doing essentially the same thing.