It was a big day for her, possibly her biggest day ever. It was the day she married Stephen Wright and became Mrs Melissa Wright. The wedding went without a hitch and Melissa couldn’t help but feel excited; what bride wouldn’t be. Her pulse rate was on a constant high and she felt happy and contented. The reception hadn’t changed anything and she was bombarded by a plethora of nice sentiments and compliments; all of them describing her, from her father, her husband, and the best man.

Her beautiful smile engaged everyone in her vicinity, she was the centre of attention for the most important day of her life.

Yet Melissa’s thoughts were on other things rather than her wedding vows or the reception and with the latter nearly over it was time to slip upstairs and make the change into her evening wear. The band was setting up in the main room and more guests were about to descend on Elton Hall for the evening party.

She chose a red off-the-shoulder dress to wear for the evening, her breasts filled and uplifted the dress perfectly and the flow of the garment felt nice on her. She complimented the outfit with a red shoulder bag where she kept her phone. Her long hair crinkled and curled over her shoulders and down her back. She looked gorgeous and every man at the reception would have sold their soul to the devil to marry her, or at least fuck her.

They had agreed that there should be no messages or calls before five-thirty in the evening, that was the rule and that’s what happened. At five thirty-one, Melissa reached into her bag to extract her phone after it vibrated.

Can you talk?

She looked at the message and thought about her answer.

It would be difficult but I may be able to, she texted back.

Where are you?

At the reception, I’ll use one earbud, see how it goes. Give me a call, she sent back.

She took one Bluetooth earphone out of the bag and placed it in her ear, covering it with her long blonde hair. Her phone rang, she answered it before putting the phone back into her bag. Her excitement level rose immeasurably.

I bet you look fucking gorgeous, what colour is the dress?

“Red,” she whispered; looking furtively at the couple that had just walked past her.

Long or short?

“Long, off the shoulder,” she replied.

Pinch your nipple for me.

“Can’t, the dress is too tight.”

I want you to, can’t you put your hand down the front and give it a quick squeeze?

“There are people everywhere,” she whispered, constantly looking around her and not believing how demanding he was being. But, she of all people, should have expected that.

“Melissa, there you are.”

Melissa jumped out of her skin at the voice behind her. Melissa turned, smiled and hugged her father. They started a conversation with him telling her how beautiful she looked as he held her at arm's length.

Tell him you look even better on your knees with my cock in your mouth.

Melissa bit her lip. Her father took her by the arm and was leading her towards a group of people that were more family than friends and more old-age. They had just arrived for the evening party.

“This is my gorgeous daughter, my angel,” her father introduced her to the group.

He’s got that wrong, you’re no angel when you’re with me.

Melissa swallowed hard and pursed her lips but managed a beaming smile that was aimed at them as she approached, and for the next ten minutes, she engaged in conversations that had her nodding and smiling.

For once, he had remained relatively quiet, with only the odd off-the-cuff remark.

As the bride, she knew she had to mingle, champagne was offered on a tray and she took one. She took a sip that seemed to go straight to her head. It felt nice and before she knew it she had walked all of ten steps and found herself reaching for another. She giggled.

Are you drinking?

“Yes,” she whispered, “champagne,” she let out another giggle.

Not champagne, you know how horny you get when you drink champagne.

“Well then, my husband's in for a bit of a fuck when I get him alone.”

You wouldn’t, would you?

“Wouldn’t what?” She weaved through a couple that she hoped was out of earshot on her way to the double doors that led to the outside. She was all too aware that being in the vicinity of all these people was asking for trouble, but she couldn’t help it.

Drop to your knees and suck his cock like you suck mine.

“It’s a thought, I’m his wife, I’m supposed to do that aren’t I?” Melissa said, looking around at anyone that was in hearing distance, but smiling into the thin air in front of her.

You’d seriously lick his balls with your tongue, move up his shaft and suck him down into your mouth just because he’s your husband.

Melissa finally reached the outdoors and immediately felt safer. She breathed a sigh of relief and walked to the edge of the lawn and rested her bottom on the concrete balustrade.

“Yes, I would, I’d even swallow his spunk.”

You slut.

“But you knew that about me.”

Hmmm, I’d love to be on my knees under your dress right now.

“I’d love you to be there too, peeling my lips apart and licking me,” she said, attempting to be a ventriloquist; keeping her lips closed and a keen eye on all the people moving around both inside and outside the building. Her focus was on the sixty degrees of vision directly in front of her.

We should have bought one of those panty vibrators that I could control with an App on my phone.

“No, we shouldn’t have done that. I would have had an orgasm in the middle of the dancefloor. What would people think of me if I had done that?”

Melissa had turned to face the superb views over the countryside of the magnificent country estate while conversing with him.

They’d think you were a nymphomaniac, which, if I may be so bold, is not that far from the truth.

“When I’m with you perhaps. But I’m a respectable married woman now.”

Respectable? Respectable? Come on, you, respectable.

Melissa smiled and bit her lip, she liked winding him up as much as she could. Playing him with words rather than actions. She contemplated her next move.

“Shame you can’t fuck me right now.”

Melissa let out a loud shriek, hands had engulfed her waist and quickly gathered around her. She jumped into the air by at least a few inches and started to turn; the sudden contact shocked her. A kiss was placed on her neck; the opposite one that contained her earbud. She quickly turned her head to find her husband grinning at her.

“Yes, it’s such a shame isn’t it,” her husband replied, “still, only a couple of hours to go.”

Melissa let out a sigh; quickly recollecting her words earlier. How much had he heard? Hopefully just that last sentence. Hopefully?

“Mmmm, I’d like to feel you inside me now.” Melissa wasn’t sure who that was aimed at. She had an idea it was him, in her ear and not her husband.

“I think I need a blowjob, what do you think?”

Cocky isn’t he, came the voice in her other ear.

“I think I could do that, now that we’re married,” she kissed him, tongues played with each other for a brief second before he broke the embrace.

“Come on let’s go and meet some friends, they’re all turning up.”

It was six-thirty in the evening and Melissa walked hand-in-hand with her husband back to the reception.

You mean you’ve never blown his cock – all the time you’ve been together?

Melissa shook her head as if to say no, but realised too late that he could not see her actions.

Her husband walked up the steps to the reception first, giving Melissa that all-important time.

“Going inside,” she coughed loudly to disguise her words, “can’t talk anymore.”

Once inside, she was greeted by numerous people all around her own age.

Cough when you meet someone you’d like to fuck. I want to know.

Melissa remained quiet as she shook hands with some of her husband’s friends that had travelled from abroad to be at the wedding. She hardly knew them and thought she would be more formal than not when greeting them.

Oh! And do a quick double cough if it’s a woman. That would be so fucking hot.

Melissa moved on, and on, shaking hands and occasionally hugging people on the way. She and her husband eventually split apart as they mingled with guests. Melissa coughed.

After a few more steps she coughed again.

Two already – my God, imagine if all three us could take you right there. A cock in each hole. You’d fucking love that wouldn’t you?

It was fortuitous that the next person she bumped into asked Melissa whether she would like a drink.

“Yes,” she replied; two birds with one stone, she thought. They both headed off to the bar together.

“Melissaaaaaa…” came a cry to one side of her.

She turned to find a long-time friend appear; running towards her with open arms.

Melissa hugged her back, squeezed her tightly before they stood back to look at each other. Melissa suddenly remembered her manners and coughed twice.

Nice one, I knew you’d find some pussy to lick.

The trouble was it was her best friend, Jenny, back from Canada.

“It’s so good to see you, Jenny. I wanted you as maid of honour, you know that right,” she told her.

It was unfortunate that Jenny couldn’t actually make the wedding itself but at least she was here now.

Honour? Bloody hell, that’s a new one. Came the voice in her ear.

Melissa sighed at the constant earache. She led Jenny to the bar and ordered two double gin and tonics.

“Give me a quick minute,” she said, turning to Jenny.

She stepped towards a quiet part of the room and started to adjust her top. It was a ruse so that she could talk to him.

“Why don’t you do something more useful and bring me off. I need an orgasm.”

Do you now. You’ve lasted quite a long time – for you, that is.

“So, come on, what are you going to do about it?”

It’s what you’re going to do that matters. You’re going to excuse yourself and go to the loo. You must need a pee by now.

Melissa walked back to the bar, took the drinks and handed one of them to Jenny. They both took a sip and started to catch up on their news.

The loo, now! Otherwise, you’re going to be spanked when I next see you.

Jenny suggested that they must get together, just the two of them, as soon as possible.

“I’d like that,” replied Melissa.

I know you would, I know how you liked to get spanked but believe me this one would hurt.

“I love your red dress, it’s so beautiful and you look gorgeous in it.”

“Yes, I love a little bit of red now and then,” she replied.

Yes, a red arse from spanking, even better when your mouth is on a red pussy too. I’ve seen you in that position. Remember Debra, that jet-black woman. I couldn’t believe how wet you got as I spanked your snow-white body while you ate her out.

Melissa did indeed remember Debra. How could she forget? She also remembered the spanking and how sweet Debra tasted. Jenny was talking ten to the dozen but Melissa had zoned out. She felt the blood surge into her nipples, she felt her pussy leak and moistness spread between her lips. She sighed at the realisation that she needed to get off.

“Jenny, I’m going to have to go to the loo, I’ll be right back. Hang onto this drink for me.”

Melissa handed Jenny her drink and headed off to the loo.

“Talk to me…”

Are you going to the loo?

“Mm-hmm.”

In that case, when you get there you’re going to find a nice quiet cubicle and pull your dress up to your waist. Then you’re going to drop your panties so that they are around your knees. No further. Let me know when you’ve done that.

“I’m going into the loo now,” Melissa whispered.

She chose the end cubicle, the one next to the outside wall.

“Dress up, knickers down, now what?”

I want you to remember Debra. I want you to remember how keen you were to get between her thighs, to lick her red lips, the way you lifted her bum and her pussy towards your mouth. Do you remember that, have you got that picture.

“Yes,” came the quivering response.

Stroke your pussy, slide your finger up and down, circle your clit. Open your legs as wide as your knickers will allow and then push your hand down there. I want you to get a tit out and squeeze your nipple.

Melissa did as instructed, and with her fingers caressing her slit she let out a moan.

“So fucking good.”

Stroke yourself up and down. Imagine my hand coming down on your ass, the hard smack, the sting, the spread of heat and all while you eat another woman’s cunt.

“Fuck, yes.” Melissa started to moan. Her head shook from side to side, her eyes were closed. Her senses heightened to anyone that entered the loo. Her hand busied itself between her thighs. Pressing, pinching, circling, enticing, pleasuring.

Remember when you brought Debra off, what happened after that? Tell me.

“You grabbed me by my hair, pulled me up from her pussy, turned me around and filled my mouth with your cock,” her whispers were barely audible.

Circle your clit, I want you to bring yourself off, right now. Tell me what happened after I pushed my cock into your mouth.

Melissa rolled two of her fingers over her clitoris and was feeling the effect of her actions and his words.

“You came in my mouth,” she was nearly there, her climax was on the edge of her very being, “your spunk shot violently into my mouth, it was salty and sweet, and hot and sticky and silky and smooth and…”

And what?

Melissa circled her clit, her thighs pushing apart and stretching her knickers against her knees, her bottom rising from the seat, her breath erratic; pulsating moans left her mouth.

“I-swallowed-all-of-your-spunk. Every-last-drop.”

Her words came slow and deliberate, not at all like the orgasm that shot through her body as she said them.

And Debra was waiting patiently for round two, wasn’t she, smiling at you as you swallowed. So, I then pushed you back onto her pussy to lick her some more; white liquid still on your tongue as you extended it.

Melissa almost crumbled under the sheer weight of her climax. The flood of emotions taking her to a level that she hadn’t reached for such a long time, certainly not a level that her husband could get her to. But, here she was, writhing on the seat in some loo in a country home listening to her lover tell her precisely what sort of woman she was.

Melissa gasped down the phone; her orgasm spreading through her.

Got you did it?

“I’ve cum. That was so good. So fucking good. I needed that.”

I’d knew you’d like it.

Melissa stayed in the cubicle until she got her breath back. She put her breast back into the cup of her dress, pulled her knickers up and brushed her dress down to take out any creases that shouldn’t be there.

Don’t wash your hands.

“I’ve got to, there are so many people out there, they will notice,” she hissed down the phone.

Don’t wash your hands. That’s an order.

At that moment the phone clicked off. He was gone, he had had his fun, she had had hers too, but it left her empty knowing that he wasn’t there. She wanted to hear his voice, she wanted to be told that he was proud of her because she did as she was told. But he was gone. She took the earbud out and put it back into her bag. She checked her phone and the call had certainly ended.

Melissa had to obey him. She had to. It wouldn’t be right not to.

She considered sucking them to remove some of the smell. But she would have to tell him that she did that, and there would be consequences.

She left the toilet, letting the door close behind her. She walked down the corridor and out into a small foyer where some guests had congregated.

Her mouth dropped open, she brought herself to a sudden stop, the shock, evident on her face. Her husband was talking to a man in a black suit, black hair and with a grin on his face that she knew all too well. Thoughts raced through her mind. He wasn’t invited, she knew that, not to the wedding, and not to the evening party. Her husband would have said otherwise. Wouldn’t he?

Matt, a work colleague of her husband was standing talking to him with a phone in his hand.

“Melissa, come here and say hello to Matt,” shouted her husband.

Melissa smiled, Matt smiled back and moved towards her, arms open ready for a friendly embrace. He kissed her on the cheek and out of earshot of her husband, asked her whether he could suck her fingers clean.

“Of course you can,” she retorted, and then more loudly, “nice to meet you. My husband has told me a lot about you. Shall we dance.”