With our weekend trip over, the wedding planning needed to be finalized. Invitations went out to friends and family. Jim contacted the restaurant for our reception and made arrangements to see them for the seating plans. Jim's friend was a DJ on the side and was going to provide the entertainment.
I asked Jim why he hadn't invited his friend from the bar, Pete, as he had invited two others. Jim told me that Pete wasn't a friend, just somebody he knew at the bar. I had sucked and fucked him thinking he was Jim's friend! I would have, anyway.
The weather was turning, limiting our beach walks. I would miss the flashing during the winter. Jim's favorite bar was where I could continue showing off regularly. The men there loved watching me play pool, checking out my braless tits, as I bent over to take a shot. I rarely lost!
I picked out a wedding dress with a full skirt and a bodice. It didn't require wearing the hated bra. I bought a nice pair of very sheer lace panties, a white garter belt, and white lace stockings. I wanted to be very comfortable, but sexy. With my boss coming and both of our families, I couldn't make the dress too sexy.
After assembling my wedding attire, I tried it on, looking in the mirror before putting my dress on. I knew Jim was going to like the look. I found a very sexy top and skirt for the night of our mini honeymoon. The skirt was short and buttoned up the front. I could choose how much leg, or pussy to show. The top only had one large button, right below my bust line. I believe it was a jacket meant to be worn with a blouse, but I decided against the blouse.
The week before our wedding, my boss informed me that he was retiring. I would be staying on as his replacement's secretary, but I would be moving to the next building. I wouldn't be bouncy boobs for the guys anymore. He walked me up to meet his replacement. It was a nice surprise, a female. I would be spending a few days with her before the move to learn about working together.
When I got home, I told Jim about the move. He would have to give the bad news to his coworkers!
The good news I said, "It's a she." I was hoping for a more relaxed atmosphere. The constant worry about how you looked was draining.
The next day I spent with my new boss. The first thing she said was, "I know how strict the dress code was. I only ask you to dress professionally, no sheer tops or short skirts. Dress pants are fine; heels are not required. I want you to be comfortable. I believe people work much more productively when they are relaxed."
When I heard no heels, I was excited. They hurt my feet, and I never could walk easily in them.
When I arrived home, I told Jim the good news, including that I was to get a raise. Also, we could take Monday off as an excused day. Jim would now be in the same organization as me. He was excited to hear the news. His coworkers weren't so happy.
We called the hotel to extend our stay one night. They said It was open, so we booked the second night.
Wedding day! Jim showed up; that was good! The ceremony was just a normal affair. I think both of us were nervous. We only knew each other for about three months.
The reception was at the same place we went to dinner with my parents. Jim had done a great job on the seating. The only thing I noticed was a lone chair facing one corner. I asked Jim what the object of that was.
He said, "I didn't think you would wear much under your dress, so I put the chair there for when I removed your garter. Only single men could watch from the corner, so the others wouldn't be able to see what you were wearing."
I hadn't thought about the garter removal when I chose the sheer lace panties I was wearing, I'm glad Jim did. The single men were going to get more of a thrill than they thought!
The music was playing, and everyone seemed to be having a good time. The dance floor was full, and the drinks were flowing. As we entered the room, the DJ announced our arrival. There was loud applause. He asked the guests to clear the floor for our first dance as a married couple.
The music played, and Jim held me close, and I felt very secure in his arms. I then danced with my father; he held me close also, almost too close. The wedding party was called to the floor, and I danced with my new husband. I was very happy!
The partiers were called to their tables for a toast. Jim's brother was the best man, and he gave what I thought was a great speech. After a couple more toasts of the bubbly, and what I had drunk before, I became a little tipsy. I decided to lose my heels before I fell on my face.
Jim wasn't drinking, as he had to drive to the hotel, about one hour and thirty minutes away.
The DJ announced the bouquet toss. All the single girls went to the corner. I stood by the chair. I gave it a toss over my shoulder and turned around to see a bunch of girls diving for it. In the melee, one girl from my office had her tit fall out of her dress. The guys out front all clapped wildly.
It was now time for the garter, and I sat on the chair. Jim knelt in front of me and started to raise my dress. He didn't know that my panties were almost nonexistent. Foolish me; I had worn the garter high up my leg. As Jim raised my dress, I saw a number of those Instamatic cameras come out. I didn't want my face to show. It was bad enough; some guys I didn't even know, were going to have pictures of my womanhood. I reached down and pulled my dress up to cover my face.
The clapping and whistling almost drowned out the stripper song playing. I could see the flashes of the cameras through my dress. It seemed like Jim was taking his sweet time removing the garter. He finally stood up with the garter in his teeth, and I lowered my dress. Jim tossed the garter. One of his friends from work, who was one of the cameramen, caught it, after a rugby-type scramble.
The party went on, and there was lots of dancing. The guy who caught the garter asked me to dance. He was a good dancer; he never stepped on my shoeless toes. He leaned in, and said, "I see why Jim married you." His hand slid down and squeezed my ass. He said it jokingly, and I took it as a compliment. Then he said, "We're going to miss those bouncy boobs. You made our day much brighter."
We thanked everybody for coming and took our leave. We headed home to change for the trip down the highway. As I removed my dress, Jim asked, "Did I take long enough to remove the garter, so the guys had a good look?"
I said, "I knew you were taking your time. I could see all the camera flashes."
I wore an easy-to-remove top for our trip. I had to wear pants because it was cold out. I knew that I could still wiggle out of them if the occasion called for it.
Being a Saturday afternoon, there were only a few truckers on the road for me to flash, but they were given a good show. I pulled my pants down and took my top off, showing my tits and pussy to them. The blowing of their horns made me know they liked what they saw. With Jim's approval, I enjoyed my first flashing as a married woman. I knew it wouldn't be my last.
We checked in to the hotel at about 5 p.m. We were on the third floor, with our window facing another hotel across the narrow driveway. Dinner reservations were at seven. Jim took me in his arms, and we made out like a couple of teenagers. We were soon nude on the bed, and making passionate love for the first time, as husband and wife.
We dressed for dinner. This was the first time Jim had seen what I brought to wear. I had suspender pantyhose and no panties. I put my loose-fitting, short skirt on, asking Jim how many buttons he wanted to be done up.
He said, "Not too many."
I left three undone, just enough so my pussy wouldn't show when I was standing, but not enough to keep it hidden if there was a gust of wind or when I sat down. I put on the top that went with it and buttoned the one button it had.
Jim exclaimed, "Aren't you supposed to wear a blouse under that?"
I replied, "I think so, but nobody told me I had to!"
We got in the elevator to head down. It stopped at the next floor, and an older couple got in. The man looked at me and smiled; the lady scowled at me.
We entered the restaurant and were greeted by the host. We gave him our name. He looked at me and smiled. "Ahh, the newlyweds, follow me. We have a special, and private area set up for you. Your waiter has a Polaroid. He will take photos of your dinner if you like."
We said, "That would be great!" The host pulled out my chair, and I grabbed the napkin to cover my lap as I sat down. My nipple, however, slipped out. I calmly reached up and pulled my top back over it.
We looked at the menu and chose a filet with a bottle of red wine. The waiter came very quickly and introduced himself as Johnathan. He said, "I will be taking care of you tonight. You will have my undivided attention. If you want to be left alone at any time, just let me know."
He was young and handsome; I would want him around the whole night.
We ordered and asked the waiter to pick a nice red wine to have with our dinner.
He soon brought out a bottle and poured a little for us to try. We said it was just right, and he poured us a glass. He said, "How about a toast, as he picked up his camera." We leaned in and made a toast, as he took a picture. He moved away to let it develop, and then peeled it open, smiling, he handed it to me. I could see why he was happy. Leaning in, it exposed my right breast, including my nipple.
Johnathan returned with our salads and informed us it would be about ten minutes before our meal would be out. He took more pics, concentrating more on me than the two of us, even though I wasn't showing more.
He refilled our glasses and left to get our dinners. I asked Jim if he would mind me inviting Johnathan for a nightcap, as he seemed nice.
Jim said, "That's fine with me; he's been checking you out a lot. Just wait and see how the night goes."
The meal was great, and so was the conversation with Jim and Johnathan. Our glasses were kept full, and I was starting to feel the effects of the wine. Johnathan was standing beside me, I knew he was trying to get a good look inside my jacket. I accidentally dropped my fork on the floor, and when I bent over to pick it up, my napkin just happened to fall off my lap onto the floor with it. Johnathan swooped in to pick up the fork and napkin, his face, just inches from my exposed pussy, looking right at it. He stood up, and I could tell he got a good look. I said, "Thank you. We were wondering if you'd like to come to our room for a nightcap after you're finished?"
He said, "Absolutely, I'll bring a bottle of wine."
I said, "Room 309, we'll be waiting."
As we finished our dinner, Johnathan continued his picture-taking; only now, my lap was no longer covered with my napkin, much to his delight. I ended up with a lot of pics, many without my face showing. He took several at once and moved away to open them. I watched as he put one in his jacket, and I just smiled to myself.
We retired to our room and decided we would use the jacuzzi before Johnathan arrived. We stripped, filled it, and added the bubble bath which was supplied. We climbed in, nude, to enjoy the swirling water. It was very relaxing. Jim immediately started fondling my tits as we kissed. He asked, "Do you think Johnathan would enjoy doing this to you, as he fingered my pussy?"
I replied, "I know he will." We hadn't been in for only a few minutes, and there was a knock at the door. Jim got out and wrapped a towel around his waist to see who was there. "It's Johnathan." I said, "Let him in and invite him to join us."