Adventures Of A Bride

I have a friend from many years ago that kept telling me that for some
reason she seemed to be hit on by men that she knew she didn't come on
to and in a couple of instances by men she didn't even know. For
example, when she was about 19 she was riding down the elevator at work
one mid afternoon and a middle age man in a nice suit was on the
elevator with her. It wasn't a tall building, so the ride was short.
She said that he never said a word but just reached around her very
quietly and quickly and fondled her (ample) breast. She just turned red
and walked out when the door opened. Things like this always happened
to her.

She said that she was watching a football game one Sunday afternoon with
a boyfriend (whom I knew to be a very nice person) and one of his close
friends showed up. Within the hour, they were sharing her, passing her
from one to the other to be kissed and felt. Even though she admitted
later after the shock had worn off that she had actually had gotten
caught up in the action and enjoyed it, she still insisted she had said
nothing or did anything to make them think she was open to it. I used
to laugh at her and tell her to shake it off. She must have done at
least something for an unwanted advance like that. However, as the
years have passed, I have changed my opinion about her and can easily
relate to her situation.

There's nothing special about me. I'm 28, average height and weight and
am told I am very attractive. In honesty, I am. I've been lucky to have
a really nice figure and my other features are very pleasing. I do not
put myself in the category of strikingly beautiful, but I've always had
more than my share of attention, as men seem to find me very desirable.
I guess it doesn't hurt that I'm pretty intelligent, graduating from
high school and college with honors.

Although I had many chances, I never had sex with anybody until I met
Colin. We were both in college at the time. He was from Dallas and I
from a very small town with a strict Baptist upbringing. Rather than
hitting it right off, we sort of grew on each other over a short time.
He was an engineer student and I majored in elementary education. We
decided to get married in late May of that year and would honeymoon in
Cancun. It wasn't our first choice, but with him graduating and
starting to look for a job we certainly afford Europe, which was our
dream.

The events that started to change my life began a month before our
wedding. Colin came over all excited one evening. He has an uncle in
Houston that he called Uncle Keith. I had met him and couldn't bring
myself to call him "Uncle" anything. He was only about 35 years old and
didn't look a day older, if not younger. There was money there from the
other side of his family and he had a nice business and family. Colin's
excitement was caused when Keith told him that he had to travel to
Paris the week after our wedding and wanted to know if we wanted to
travel with him as a wedding gift. His own family was tied up with
school still in progress and could not travel with him. Even though I
was hesitant because it was our honeymoon, I gave in after a few days
when I personally spoke to Keith and he assured me that we would have
most of the time to ourselves. He would be tied up with business.

Then, during our shower party, Blake and Blain told me that they had a
special surprise for me on our wedding day. THAT made me nervous! Blake
and Blain are twins that are old boyhood friends of Colin's. By
themselves are tehy were all really neat, attractive, intelligent guys.
But them together and they are dangerous. They have lived their life in
mischief, according to old friends and family. Even though it has been
rather harmless fun, they won't hesitate to make somebody a target.
They detected my hesitation and assured me I would love it. I think
they have always shared girls with Colin and both found me very
attractive. Neither of them tried to hide it but Colin felt no danger.

Our wedding day came. Not to get into detail, it was very beautiful and
went off without a hitch. The reception was in a local hotel in which
Colin and I had a room. As soon as we arrived after the ceremony Colin
and I went up to the room to spend a few quiet seconds together before
the reception. Imagine my surprise when, after a long kiss, he laid me
back over the bed, pulled my dress up, and slid my panties off. I had
on a real sexy pair of white panties that were over a garter belt
holding up lacy white stockings. He dropped down on his knees and
slowly started kissing up my legs. He stopped his upward movement for a
while, tantalizing my legs with his lips and tongue just above where my
stockings gave way to soft flesh before finally moved on up to bury his
face in my crotch.

I moaned with the unexpected intrusion. It was a real pleasant moment
that broke up the tension, not to mention it felt wonderful. He went
into a feeding frenzy, absolutely bent on making me come. I didn't
disappoint him. We had not had sex for a month before the wedding in
order to make it special and I was certainly pent up and anxious for
relief. We had no real time, so as soon as I came he pulled me to my
feet even though he knew full well from past experiences that I was
always extremely sensitive and vulnerable after my first orgasm. I
always was wet and hot until I could come again.

Then he did something really unexpected. I had on a really pretty garter
to throw at the reception. He wouldn't let me put my panties back on,
instead putting them in his pocket, and then took my garter off. When I
protested and said it would ruin the reception, he assured me it
wouldn't and said not to worry. I worried!!

The reception went fine and we were surrounded by all our friends and
family. The lack of panties actually turned out to be very exciting.
Colin would at times whisper to me about how I looked like I was about
to come and that he knew how wet I was. He was right, especially when I
danced very close to somebody. It was as if they knew my situation.

It was then that a chain of events started and I'm not sure I've been
the same since. The reception area we were using had a number of
smaller halls and rooms attached. Near the end of the reception, Colin
said that Blake was going with me to show me his surprise. When my eyes
shot up, he simply said, "I promised." I knew they were up to mischief.


We walked down a small hall before Blake opened a door to a small room,
pulled me in, and locked the door. The room was bare except for two
small chairs. Blake sat down on one and pulled a garter from out of his
jacket pocket. He said "Colin said I could place this on your leg." I
didn't want to believe it, but knew their past. Just shaking my head, I
went with it. I pulled my dress up slightly above my knee and placed my
shoe on the other chair. Holding me gently around the waist, Blake
lifted my foot slightly to slip the garter over my shoe, then slowly
started moving it up my leg, using both hands. As his hands crept
higher and higher up my leg, he looked at me and said, "Raise your
dress a little."

At this point I thought he should already have have stopped and I
protested. He said, "Oh, come on!! Lets put it a little higher to give
all the guys a good look. You look great and they'll love it."

"Absolutely not!!" I was appalled, yet found some humor in it and didn't
move. That was a mistake; my hesitation was interpreted as unspoken
consent.

As he went slowly higher, his gaze would glance back up to my face at
times but face was so close to my leg he could almost kiss it. For some
reason, I suddenly realized I had no panties. Just as that thought hit
me, I flinched and gasped out loud. I had not realized how high he had
really gone as he reached the bared flesh above my stocking. That was
my wake-up call and I moved my foot quickly off the chair and down to
the floor. The unintended result was his hand riding straight up my leg
to my crotch where he brushed me intimately with his hand, letting it
linger for a few seconds as his fingers quickly but softly slid past my
outer lips.

I was shocked to the point I didn't move for a moment. My full wedding
dress was bunched up over his intruding arm as he held me with his
other arm around my waist. It may have been the only thing keeping me
from falling at that point. How dare him! But at the same time I knew
he was aware of the wet slush he was feeling between my legs and I felt
a very unwelcome but distinct tingling in my stomach. I was shaking
with both anger and anticipation when he abruptly stopped, leaving my
face red and my breathing hard. Then he simply dropped my dress down,
stood up and checked the door, and we walked out as if nothing had
happened. I was churning inside. Had he done that with Colin's
knowledge? There was no way that he would have dared without Colin
taking part!

When I saw Colin, he kissed me deeply and asked how it went. I told him
we'd talk about it later. What I didn't tell him was that I had an
unwanted twitch between my legs over the event that only grew as the
evening passed. Our long awaited sex that night was explosive, Colin
surprised but happy with my aggressiveness. I later found out that it
was all about a bet that Colin had lost and Blake had won out over
Blain for the honor. My anger was quieted to some degree by the
explanation, but I did wonder what I had ever said or done to what made
them think I would go along with it.

The next few days following our wedding proved to be both enjoyable and
busy. As our attention turned from the last minute wedding planning to
last minute trip planning for Paris, we still had time to spend a
little time with friends and share some quiet time with just the two of
us. Several times I moved the conversation in the direction of what
happened with Blake at the reception. But each time he just laughed it
off with some weak attempt at an apology, admitting that it was poor
judgment. I knew that he did not know how far it had gone. Before the
"garter tossing" part of the wedding I had gone back to the bathroom
and adjusted the garter back down to just above the knee, so he was
unaware of how high Blake had put it. (However, my bridesmaid did make
a comment that the garter that was thrown didn't look much like the one
she had helped me put on before the wedding.)

I convinced myself it was just an isolated event caused by a stupid bet,
and allowed to go much too far under the unusual circumstances.
However, we saw Blake and Blaine twice in that short period and each
time there were little things that were unsettling. Both of them were a
little touchier with me than before, and Blake made a few little
off-the-wall remarks such as "How have you been, uh, uh, feeling?" as
he smiled at me in a very knowing way. I decided to ignore him.

What may have bothered me more than anything, though, was the fact that
each time I thought about it, I would get that little unwanted tingle,
both in my mind and between my legs. Every love session with Colin was
torrid, each time driven to some degree by those little illicit
thoughts. I spent more than a little time reminding myself that even
though I was caught by surprise with Blake's advances, I did little to
stop it and was aroused by the attention.

Finally, we made the trip to Houston to spend the night with "Uncle"
Keith before the trip. I still couldn't bring myself to say it, as
Colin did, and I think he appreciated being on a first name basis. It
was the first time I had been in his home and it was even more than
Colin had described. I'm sure he would prefer it not be mentioned as a
mansion, but it certainly seemed so to me. But, for all the grandeur,
both he and his family was gracious, down to earth, and downright
friendly in a Texas sort of way. I had already met all of Keith's
immediate family, each of them attractive and interesting on their own.


However, Keith was a real piece of work. In just a few hours I found him
to be very interesting, very attentive, and even more attractive than I
had remembered. We immediately went into deep discussions of the
upcoming trip. He apologized about the flight leaving at an evening
hour, but his schedule had dictated it. Besides, he reminded us that we
would be facing serious jet lag and it is best to travel at night so
you can sleep and not lose all of the first day there to the lag. We
agreed, not having any experience in the matter.

The next night we started our trip. Each of us dressed casually, each of
them in short sleeve shirts and slacks and me in a short light dress
that buttoned all the way up the front. I had planned on wearing
something different, but Colin chose it for me, then asked me to wear a
really sexy black thong and extremely low cut flimsy black bra that
really exposed my breast, barely covering my nipples. I had never seen
them before and had no idea how he had gotten them past me while
packing. He laughed and said, "If they need to search you let's make
sure they get their money's worth."

I really didn't object, as it wasn't that big a deal and I was pleased
that he was so thoughtful and enjoyed the sensuality. It was still
light when we took off, but we knew that within the hour it would be
dark. The plane was packed, with us sitting very near the front. Colin
chose the aisle seat, with me in the middle and Keith at the window.
Within an hour, we were served a really decent meal. Keith bought
little bottles of wine for us, enough for me to get a little buzz. When
they picked up the trays, I noticed Keith quietly slipped the napkin
off my tray and his and stuck them in the pocket in front of him. How
odd, I thought.

By then it was dark. Many of the passengers had already turned off their
lights and were in for the night. Since there were three of us, the
conversation tended to last a little longer into the trip. Eventually,
though, it was understood without saying that it was time. Colin got
each of us a pillow and blanket from the overhead compartment and we
got all tucked in. Even though I was having a hard time getting
comfortable, Colin seemed to have fallen right off and Keith, being a
seasoned traveler, seemed to be out. If nothing else, I could at least
be quiet and pretend I was asleep.

After about thirty minutes of being very still, I noticed that Keith was
very slowly moving my blanket around. I was facing away from him when
he touched me ever so slightly on the leg. I was caught by surprise but
didn't move, sitting very still and forcing my eyes to stay closed. The
touching became more brazen after a while until he put his hand fully
on my leg just about the knee. I didn't know what to do. Wake Colin
and tell him? I decided it would be best if I just pretended to be
asleep. I was sure it would go away.

But I was wrong. Maybe the lack of response made him think I was
sleeping and encouraged him because he slowly started an upward
exploration of my left leg. My dress slid upward as his hands slowly
advanced, feeling my leg both on the inside and outside, his bare hand
making small circles on my skin. His advance was slow and deliberate,
making it harder to feign sleep. He started unbuttoning my skirt as he
went up and I could feel him spreading it to expose my legs. I know my
breathing had increased and my heart was pounding. I couldn't believe
it! First Blake, now His advance up my leg took forever. At times
he would gently lift my blanket, evidently trying to get a good look at
my bare legs in the dim light.

Finally, with my dress separated way up and his hand well under it, he
touched me over my thong. That's when I reached down and grabbed his
wrist. That opened the unspoken dialogue. We both knew I was not asleep
now, and we were to determine where this was going. I didn't fight him
so much but put steady pressure on his wrist, trying to force him away
from me and let him know he was not to do it. He never got rough or
pushy, but just continued the pressure, slowly starting to caress my
pussy with the tips of his fingers through the flimsy cloth. I avoided
eye contact, keeping my eyes to the right where my husband was
blissfully sleeping through

The next ten minutes or so seemed like hours, with me fighting his
advancing, ever exploring hand. I turned my head to him and whispered
"No, Keith. No." It fell on deaf ears and his massage continued.
Finally, I started to relax my hand, both out of exhaustion and the
realization that I was not in a position to fight this too much unless
I intended to make a big scene. With that loss of panic, my body
relaxed a little, my legs parting slightly. He made full contact with
me then, cupping me in his hand. After a few minutes of rubbing me with
the palm of his hand, my thong was gathered to one side and his fingers
made actual contact with my clit. Even though I somewhat anticipated
it, his touch still came as a surprise and I involuntarily jerked at
the contact. But for all my apprehension, it started to feel good.

With my feelings of guilt starting to give way to his masterful touch, I
was really becoming aroused. He wasn't a dirty old man off the street,
yet it dawned on me that I really didn't know this guy at all and it
was like being taken in public by a complete stranger. I think all
girls have had visions of that, so my breathing continued to increase,
my heartbeat was fast, and I started moving slightly with his teasing.
His touch never got rough, but continued as slow, gentle movements as
he had from the start. I adjusted my body a little and it became more
accessible to him. With that, his fingers explored my clitoris until he
found just the right position and started rubbing it with vigor, making
strong little circles then flipping it rapidly from side to side with
one finger. I was a goner!! My hand no longer was pushing his wrist
away from me, but rather was squeezing it gently and pulling it toward
me, encouraging him as if he needed any.

As I began to react to his touch, he reached up with his free hand and
turned my face toward him so that we were looking straight at each
other. Very softly he mouthed the words "Come for me." I didn't need
the encouragement, already writhing in my seat, trying to be quiet, my
mouth open and the air rushing out. His increased speed and pressure on
my clit became almost a vibration and I lost it. My hand went over my
mouth and I had a long, gut wrenching silent orgasm, moving over in the
seat towards Keith and as far away from Colin as I could, trying not to
wake him with my gyrations. Keith kept it up, never stopping to let me
come down off my high. Even though my mouth was silent, my body was
active and moving in the seat to his touch. That first explosion was
followed by another, this one more intense. My face had to be beet red
and I knew anybody sitting close to us could surely hear me. I glanced
constantly at Colin, maybe to see that he was still asleep, maybe to
mentally cry out for his rescue. I definitely was a willing prisoner to
his uncle's talented hand.

At that point, I don't know whether to describe it as things going
uphill or downhill. He took full control of me. He looked around very
carefully, and then gently pulled my face to him, kissing me very
softly on the ears first, then lightly on the lips. He whispered, "Do
you feel good?" I didn't answer but rather moaned very quietly. He
already knew the answer as my body was still writhing quietly on my
seat. "Do you always come so hard?" I shook my head no. His knowing
smile showed me let me know that was the answer he was seeking.

His hand left my wet crotch and slowly inched its way up my stomach,
taking my buttons apart as it traveled. Finally, the dress was totally
opened under the blanket, my flimsy bra barely covering the lower part
of my nipples. Looking around first, he pulled the blanket back
carefully to admire the view in the dim light. I watched his face as he
openly showed appreciation for my breast, leaning over to kiss the
nipples protruding above my bra. He deftly found the front clasp and
opened it, freeing my breast. I could see my nipples standing out
proud, covered with a bit of perspiration. He took the right one
between his thumb and finger, rolling it gently and using it to pull me
closer to him. Again looking around very carefully, he slipped the
blanked down, trying to get a better look in the darkness of the plane.
He slowly moved his head over them and took one in his mouth, nipping
it slightly with his teeth, causing me to catch my breath. To my
surprise, the danger of being caught now only seemed to add to my
pleasure.

Not taking any more chances, he pulled the blanket back up and I
replaced my bra. I assumed it was over and sat straight in my seat, but
slid his hand under me and removed my thong, taking it all the way down
and off my legs. I must have not had any objections because I lifted
slightly to accommodate him, denying him nothing at this point. His
hands slid back up and went under my hips, leaving me sitting on his
hand. Adjusting his hand to where he wanted it, he roughly inserted a
large finger inside me. I moaned inwardly and threw my hips forward and
then back, impaling myself on it. I couldn't believe he could make me
feel so good. As he moved his finger in and out, exploring every part
of my crevice with those expert fingers, I realized how much I didn't
know about sex or for that matter, my own sexuality.

He nibbled my ear and the side of my mouth, his finger staying inside
me, sending me into another crashing orgasm. He never stopped, moving
from the finger penetration back to massaging my clit and then again to
the intrusion, causing a non-ending chain of wonderful sensations
within me. At times he would tease my anus, using my lubrication to
allow a different finger to slightly penetrate it. I had never had that
happen before and it felt wonderful!! I was literally speechless, my
mind totally taken over by his mouth and fingers, breaking the assault
only to check Colin to see if he was asleep. What would he have
thought? He had long ago turned over so that his face was facing us.
"Don't open your eyes, honey," I quietly pleaded.

This went on for what had to be hours, with him only stopping the action
whenever there seemed to be any movement from Colin, who continued to
face us as he slept. I have no idea of how many times I came. Finally,
he slowed everything down and eventually pulled totally out just as
casually as he had entered, my hips still rolling as I put my dress
back together. I thought surely it was over, but he reached across me
and gently grasped my left hand, pulling me closely to him. He guided
me under his blanket and I gasped as I came in contact with his exposed
cock. Just by the touch, I knew he was massive in comparison to Colin,
which was my only guide. I timidly grasped it at his beckoning. He took
my hand and started moving it up and down, indicating to me that he
wanted me to stroke it. I took a few seconds to adjust my hand and then
I started to slide his skin up and down.

Rather than being appalled, as I should have been, I was fascinated with
the size of it and found it to be very exciting. When I tried to speed
up, he took my hand and whispered "Slowly, very slowly. Make it last."
I slowed down, and found a gentle pace, not moving the blanket very
much yet causing him to move with me, moaning slightly and trying to
kiss me. Finally, as I could tell he was about to come, he handed me
the napkins he had taken from the trays and told me to cover the head
to catch his come. Looking around first, I had to really lean over him
in order to use both hands, and was astonished with the power of his
orgasm and the amount and force of the semen he ejected. Cleaning him
carefully, it felt like it was a pint. I realized it was the first
time I had ever masturbated a man to orgasm. Colin was in for a new
treat!!

He pulled my face close to him, gave me a quick kiss, and advised me to
get some sleep. As I settled back, my body started to calm down and the
remorse started to set in. For the second time in less than a week I
had been subjected to a man's advances that I did not provoke or
invite. Why is it happening? Am I sending out a signal? I reached down
and gently rubbed myself as I relived what had just happened. I had to
face the fact that no matter what caused it to happen, I had become a
willing recipient of the advances. Keith had thoroughly aroused me and
there was no denying it.

Maybe the environment in which it happened with Colin right beside
increased the excitement, but it was definitely the most explosive sex
I could remember and he had done it all with one hand!! Then I was
mentally jolted. He had taken those napkins off those trays long before
this had happened. He had anticipated this in advance, assuming I would
be receptive. Good grief! What ever made him think I would be so easy?

I turned over on my right side and looked at my husband quietly
sleeping. What have I done? What would he think if he knew? Then I
remembered that Keith had removed my thong. I wondered what he had done
with it. If I didn't recover it somehow I was going to have a very
inquisitive husband. This was the second pair of panties I had lost in
a week, with Colin never giving me back the ones he took from under my
wedding dress.

With that, I wanted to get very close to Colin for some reason, slowly
slipping my hand under his blanket, and then sliding it down his chest
to between his legs. I was stunned. He was absolutely rock hard! I was
petrified. Did he know what was going on the last few hours? I knew he
had a hand in the incident at the wedding, but surely he was not a part
of any of