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Amanda's gentle smile suddenly split into a broad grin. "And I'm happy that James is going to be the Ring Bearer and that Piper asked me to be her Matron of Honor!"
My eyes widened in surprise.
"It makes sense if you think about it, babe." Amanda defaulted a scholarly tone whenever she explained something, one of her many idiosyncrasies that I found endearing. "Piper is family to us, and we're family to her. I mean, weddings are a family affair, right?"
It was unintentional, but her choice of words was ironic since we actually were having an affair with Piper and Darren. But my wife was also correct: we loved Piper in the same way that her fiancée did, and the young woman also still maintained a close relationship with our son. Essentially, Amanda and I had always considered her a part of our unique family.
Unique family.
That got me thinking...
**********
I waited patiently in the living of the small apartment that Piper shared with Darren. She had pleaded for my opinion on something that she couldn't divulge right away. "I need to show it to you in my apartment," was her cryptic response. But when Piper leveled me with those puppy dog eyes there was no way I could decline, and my fate was sealed.
Darren, of course, was nowhere to be seen. He and my wife had taken this opportunity to go on yet another date. They were supposed to be watching a movie at the local theater followed by dinner at a nice restaurant, but I strongly suspected that the couple was at home and already in bed fucking each other's brains out. Still, my thoughts returned to Piper and to the still-unknown reason why she had asked me here.
My breath caught in my throat as the beautiful young woman shyly stepped into the living room wearing the sexiest wedding dress I had ever seen.
The wedding dress was a bright, milky white color. Lacy floral patterns were interspersed throughout and so sheer that Piper's skin peeked through. The dress was also strapless, which highlighted her tight bodice and sleek shoulders, and formfitting in a very flattering way. Perhaps its most notable feature, however, was the way it flared below the knees, creating an elegant, mermaid-like tail. A fingertip veil that cascaded over Piper's face completed the eye-popping ensemble.
Piper appeared like a surreal, ghostlike figure as she silently drifted towards me. She halted mere inches away with her head slightly bowed, and I was so captivated by her beauty that I could scarcely breathe, let alone utter a word. But eventually, she lifted her head, and her penetrating baby blue eyes were clearly visible even through the tulle.
My hands were actually shaking as I gently pushed back Piper's veil to reveal her flawless face. "My god, Piper. You look even more amazing than usual."
"Do you really think so?" the young blonde quavered.
No sane person would've disagreed. But there was a desperate need in her voice for reassurance, so I took her tiny hands into mine, kissed them, and placed them over my heart. "I wholeheartedly think so. I think Darren is a very lucky man. And I think he, and everyone else, won't be able to keep their eyes off you on your wedding day." I gave her a roguish grin that brought some levity to the moment. "I know I won't be able to!"
Piper laughed and threw her arms around my neck. "I owe you and Amanda so much," she told me in a husky voice. "Darren and I wouldn't even be together if..."
Piper's voice trailed off, and I looked at her again. She appeared so young and vulnerable, yet so beautiful, and our considerable age difference once again stabbed me with guilt. But the young blonde was too irresistible.
Despite knowing that Piper's fiancée was out somewhere frolicking with my wife, I whispered conspiratorially, "Darren isn't here right now, is he?"
"No," she answered in a hushed tone. "And I want you to be the first to take this dress off me." The look Piper gave me rivalled my own intensity, and she suddenly didn't appear so young and vulnerable anymore. "It can be our little secret."
I was instantly hard. "You're a naughty girl. A very naughty girl. And do you know what naughty girls get?"
Piper feigned an innocent expression. "A spanking?" she replied hopefully.
We seldom engaged in dirty sex talk unlike me and Amanda, but in the heat of the moment and unable to keep my eyes and hands off her, it was the perfect mode of foreplay.
"That's my girl," I purred. "Now bend over." I immediately planted my palms on Piper's hips, which were so tiny that I felt as though I could crush them like eggshells. She giggled as I spun her around. And as Piper bent forward and rested her upper half on a nearby table, the wedding dress stretched even tauter across her firm little ass.
Ah, the beauty of youth.
Piper yelped playfully as I gave her a gentle spank. Her body would've been enticing enough strewn out alike that with her bottom presented to me, but her sexy wedding dress intensified my lust exponentially. I lifted the bottom and, literally, tore her panties off.
"Sy!" Piper exclaimed in alarm. "Let me take the dress off first before you ruin it!"
"No, leave it on." I began unbuckling my pants. "I want to make love to you while you're wearing it." Despite the sight of my pretty paramour in a compromised position, I also thought of Amanda and realized, yet again, just how great my life was.
Piper swiveled her head back and regarded me with a wry grin. "It can be our little secret."
I nodded in agreement then penetrated her from behind.
Piper's sexy wedding dress didn't stay on for very long.
**********
As is the case with most weddings, there was an unbelievable amount of preparation for Piper and Darren's big day. But Amanda was at our girlfriend's side through it all, assisting as much as she could during the final planning stages. As Matron of Honor, my wife also organized Piper's bachelorette party, which included taking the bride-to-be, her 5 bridesmaids, and another 5 of Piper's closest friends to Miami for a weekend. The girls were noticeably tan and giddy when they returned, and, interestingly enough, would not reveal anything about their trip to me or Darren.
Piper's wedding day soon arrived, and Amanda and I discovered that we were as nervous as the bride. For Amanda, her greatest concerns were that Piper looked perfect and that the day would unfold without a hitch. For me, I regarded my responsibility of walking Piper down the aisle with a great amount of trepidation. Weddinggoers would undoubtedly wonder why I was chosen to be her fatherly escort. I never considered myself a liar, but there would be questions that could not be judiciously answered. Not to mention, my vital role left me wondering if I was feeding into an unknown daddy issue, as had been my concern when I first started sleeping with Piper.
Regardless, it was too late; the wedding was this afternoon.
**********
Darren and his Best Man stood nervously to the right of the altar as the bridesmaids and groomsmen filed in. The young ladies were all similar in age and body type to the bride--- in their early 20's, thin, and extremely attractive--- with their hair nicely done. The groomsmen, as well, were handsome youths, dressed in stylish tuxedos. They assumed their places around Darren and his Best Man before turning their attention to the Matron of Honor.
There was an audible, collective intake of air when Amanda entered. Her long black silky hair was tightly wound in a chic bun, which made the perfection of her face and the sleekness of her shoulders and arms even more poignant. Many in the audience actually did a double-take as my wife's nude-colored dress gave the illusion that she was naked! She wore the same outfit as the younger bridesmaids, but dared to wear hers more tightly, and her toned, sexy body was on full display.
Virtually everyone in the room was smitten by Amanda as she proceeded slowly down the aisle with the grace and elegance of a ballerina. Fortunately, the audience was too fixated on her to notice that Darren and the groomsmen were practically drooling as they gawked at my wife. The groom, in particular, could not hide his open adoration, and the bulge in his pants would've been painfully obvious to anyone who looked his way.
Amanda would never attempt to upstage Piper on her wedding day, but it was both a blessing and a curse to be so overwhelmingly beautiful. Keeping her head slightly bowed and eyes to the floor, my wife did her best not to blush at the blatant reaction to her appearance. In another time and place, she may have considered smiling in acknowledgement but instead allowed only a slight curl of her lips to betray her delight.
Amanda and Darren briefly made eye contact, and more than a few people noticed the hungry look that he gave her. My wife, however, maintained a stoic expression as she took her place with the wedding party. But when she turned to face the audience, the double-doors from where she had just come opened again, and Amanda's face splint into a broad grin.
Our son James, the Ringer Bearer, darted in next. Dressed in a black tuxedo, a red bowtie, and shiny black shoes with his hair neatly combed for once, he looked absolutely adorable while carrying the wedding rings on a large plush pillow. But rather than proceed down the aisle in an orderly fashion, he sped towards Amanda like a bullet and immediately wrapped his arms around her legs.
All those gathered couldn't help but chuckle good-naturedly at James, and mother and son laughed with each other.
**********
Piper and I suddenly found ourselves alone as we waited in the vestibule of the church.
I looked at my young love and was awestruck again by her mesmerizing beauty; she was the only female who could come close to Amanda. "Are you ready?" I asked her quietly.
"I am. Are you ready to give me away?"
The unintended double meaning was ironic, but I pushed my feelings aside to give Piper my full support. "I am," I responded with all the enthusiasm that I could muster. "I've been looking forward to this moment." I smiled, but it was getting harder to keep my emotions in check. "You look incredible, Piper. Absolutely incredible. And I'm so happy for you. Darren doesn't realize how lucky he is to be with you. To marry you." Suppressing the embarrassment of shedding tears, I declared in a rough, guttural tone, "I love you, Piper. I always will."
Luckily, we were alone, so no one saw us hug and kiss in a very inappropriate way. In a moment of poor self-control, we may not have cared, anyway. "I love you, too, Sy. And Amanda. And James, too." Piper laughed softly as her eyes began to well up. "The three of you have been like my family to me. Closer than family."
Piper had no clue what those words meant to me.
We looked at each other as the Bridal Chorus began to play over an organ.
"Are you ready?" I asked Piper again.
She took a deep breath and her smile was like the brightest of suns. "I am."
"Then let's do this."
We entered the church hall.
**********
The audience immediately stood up.
There were smiles and tears, "oohs" and "aahs", as I escorted Piper down the aisle. I could feel the bride trembling as she held my arm, and my feet like heavy cement blocks as we slowly proceeded to the rhythm of the music. I didn't dare to make eye contact with Piper lest my emotions get the best of me.
In fact, I kept my eyes averted from everyone to hide how I truly felt about this beautiful young woman whom I was about to give away. But a familiar presence made me look up, and I saw Amanda smiling at me in support through tear-filled eyes. I smiled back at her.
Leave it to my wonderful wife to be there for me in my time of need, and to put everything in perspective.
James was standing next to his mother and holding her hand when he suddenly let go and came racing towards us, to my horror. My son, of course, didn't yet understand the concept of love in its various forms, and it was with the utmost innocence when he gravely declared to his babysitter, "I love you, Auntie Piper. I want to be the one to marry you!"
The audience members close enough to hear reacted in kindhearted amusement, and Piper, despite the tightness of her wedding dress, managed to stoop down and hug my son. She could no longer hold back tears as his sweet and innocent remark touched her deeply.
"I love you, too, my little man. Auntie Piper will always be here for you no matter what. Do you hear me? I will always be here for you."
"Cool, Auntie Piper. Can we go get ice cream after this?"
Piper laughed as she stood up and, with me in one hand and James in the other, led us towards the altar where the wedding party stood at attention. She was still grinning as she stopped before Amanda. "I believe these two belong to you," Piper told her wryly.
As James returned to his mother, my wife responded, "I'll take this one back, but you can keep the other one."
The ladies regarded each other gravely, then burst into laughter.
As the wedding party and guests looked on with confusion and curiosity, Piper recovered and briefly glanced at me and James. "I hope I'll be as lucky as you someday, Amanda." She spoke quietly so that no one else could hear, then looked at me and nodded.
It was time.
"I'll be right back," I informed my wife glibly. "Just one last thing I have to do."
Still arm-in-arm with the bride, I led her to where the groom waited and presented Piper's hand to him
"Take care of her, Darren." I considered stating it as a threat like an overzealous father would have, but my words came out softly without ill intent as only happiness filled my heart. I looked at Darren and prayed that he would treat his the way that she deserved to be treated, and that he would love and cherish her like I did. I then thought of my own wife, and sincerely hoped that Darren would be able to experience with Piper a fraction of the love that I felt for Amanda.
Darren nodded.
I gazed at Piper one final time before giving her away, and a subtle look was all we needed to convey our love for each other. To try to put it into words would've ruined the moment. Smiling happily, I turned from the altar and left Piper with Darren where she belonged.
Then I took my place next to my wife and son where I belonged.
**********
Piper was, literally, swept off her feet as she was carried across the threshold of the honeymoon suite. She was still clad in her wedding dress, and though her disheveled hair and smeared makeup indicated exhaustion from a night of dancing and reveling, the young woman was as energetic as ever. Such was the vitality of youth.
It wasn't Darren who carried his new wife across the threshold.
My lips merged with Piper's as we kissed intensely. A night of festivities had not only left us in a celebratory mood, but fanned our passion as well. Despite the fact that this was Piper and Darren's wedding night, she and I had thrown subtle, loving glances at each other all night, something that only Amanda was perceptive enough to notice. Furthermore, Darren's new wife, like my own, looked so incredibly sexy on this special occasion, and staring at both gorgeous ladies for hours left me sorely in need.
Now, after taking a brief detour to drop James off at his grandparents' house, my patience was rewarded; the real festivities were about to begin!
I gently set Piper's feet on the carpet as we continued to devour each other madly. "I wanted to touch you all night," the young blonde breathed softly between kisses.
"I could barely keep my hands off you during the wedding reception. You look so fucking incredible in that dress." My speech was slightly slurred after downing more shots than I could remember. But Piper looked as gorgeous now as she did at the beginning of the night. "I want to make love to you on your wedding night." It was a confession as much as a plea.
Piper opened her mouth to respond but at that moment, Amanda and Darren stumbled in. Their tongues wrestled with each other as they made out in a fit of lust, and the young man's hands were all over my wife. Amanda looked up briefly to wink at us as Darren traced his lips from the corner of her mouth, down her neck, and to her cleavage where he buried his face. Then, with the confidence of a woman who knew she was in charge, Amanda began herding him towards a nearby couch.
I scooped my young love up once more and carried her to the bedroom as Amanda and Darren frantically undressed each other.
**********
To my depraved delight, the bedroom had mirrored walls and a mirrored ceiling. The oversized bed was heart-shaped, with a thick red velvety cover. It was a definitely intended for a horny newlywed couple!
I gently lay Piper onto the bed and gazed adoringly at her tiny form. My eyes couldn't get enough of her in that wedding dress, which was even sexier than the little black dress I had purchased for Amanda [refers to "Mandy's Sexcapde: Pantyless & Proud"]. The young woman's girlish curves were illustrated very vividly by the sheer, tight fabric.
Piper didn't resist as I reach up the bottom of her dress and hooked my fingers around the waistband of her panties. As we stared intently at each other, I slowly drew them down her legs and was surprised to recognize them. "These are the panties I gave you on Valentine's Day... you wore them on your wedding day." My voice was laced with appreciation and disbelief.
Piper nodded and reached out to lovingly stroke my cock. The sight of her sparkling wedding ring gliding up and down my length felt highly immoral... and it made me harder than a rock. Making love to Piper now that she was a married woman was going to take things to an entirely different level.
The young blonde released her grip, and I placed the panties aside and slid the bottom of her dress up to her waist. The familiar sight of Piper's pussy gaped at me, and her smooth clit instantly hardened at the exposure to cooler air. My mouth began to water.
"Help me take the dress off," she pleaded.
"No, leave it on. At least, just for a little bit longer." I realized, with a guilty pleasure, that I was developing a fetish for the sexy wedding dress as I pulled my love towards the foot of the bed and kneeled before her.
Piper relaxed her body and sighed contently; she knew what happened next.
I extended my tongue and licked slowly but heavily along her smooth slit. The young woman was already wet, and her essence tasted sweet and thick like nectar. Distantly, I heard her purr and my penis swelled to life.
This was arguably the most special night of Piper's young life, and she deserved to be the center of attention. I lost all semblance of time as I happily delved into her pussy, probing deeply with my tongue as her tiny hips writhed against my face. I slid my hands up her body as I continued the cunnilingus to seek out her firm, youthful breasts. They were 34B's yet still an adequate handful. In response, Piper ran her heel up and down the curve of my spine in mute encouragement.
An inordinate amount of time passed before I finally stood up. My face was glazed, and I made sure Piper was looking at me as I licked my lips clean. Her wetness with thick enough that I could roll it on my tongue... how aroused she was!
"I'm going to make love to you now," I declared boldly as I unzipped my pants.
Piper didn't move as she watched me strip naked. As I joined her in bed, she spread her legs invitingly, surrendering herself to me once more. My body ached for hers, and my hormones raged so furiously that I could've torn the tiny woman asunder. But I penetrated her gently and I made love to her sweetly, savoring the feel of our bodies together and of our most sensitive areas gliding against each other.
