Tate shook his head. “I don’t know whether that’s incredibly hot or incredibly wrong,” he breathed, “or just plain crazy for—”
“Oh I never actually wore it,” I added quickly. “In fact, I never had a wedding or a honeymoon.” I shrugged. “We were all prepared to do it, and then for some reason Eric and I eloped.”
The guys still appeared confused. Hell, when Eric hadn’t wanted me to dress up for him, despite already having bought this stuff, I’d been confused as well.
“I’ve had this stuff for years,” I said, “just hanging in the closet.” I let out a cathartic laugh. “Actually I’m glad to be finally getting some use out of it.”
Switching laps I began kissing them again, this time while grinding against Jacob. But the guys weren’t finished.
“You still have your bridal gown?” Tate dared to ask.
“The one I never wore, to the wedding I never attended?” I smirked. “Uh huh.”
Both men paused for a split second, then answered in perfect stereo: “Go get it!”
All the kissing abruptly stopped. Now they were looking back at me with renewed hunger, plus a strange new look I’d never seen in their eyes.
“Are you being serious?”
“Dead serious,” said Tate. Jacob nodded vigorously.
“You want to see me in it?” I reiterated.
“Not just see you in it,” explained Jacob. “Do stuff to you in it.”
My shock was genuine, which was funny because at this point I didn’t think anything could surprise me. At the same time, thinking about the two of them wanting me like that… well, it made me hot.
“Every guy looks forward to wedding dress sex,” Tate nodded. “It’s a big time fantasy.”
“Really?” I blinked. “O—Okay.”
I hopped back to the floor, leaving them both sitting there at half mast. Maybe even three-quarter mast, judging by the tents in their boxers.
“So you’ll do it then?” Jacob asked hopefully.
I whirled, rolling my hips theatrically and shaking my ass as I headed back in the direction of my bedroom.
“By now you boys should know I’d do anything for you,” I cooed softly over my shoulder.
Twenty-Nine
SERENA
I moaned into Jacob’s mouth, murmuring something delirious and unknown as he kissed me upside down. My head was cradled in his lap. My hair brushed back by two gentle hands…
But down between my legs, his friend was pounding me for all I was worth.
OhmyfuckingGod…
The beaded lace of my wedding dress’s skirt and train tickled our faces, as it flopped down on either side of my outstretched thighs. Tate had already pulled the bodice down, to access my breasts. He slathered them with his hot tongue as he continued fucking me, shoving my fishnetted thighs apart and gliding straight through the opening in my crotchless panties.
It was both hot and hilarious. Exciting and fun…
Not exactly how you imagined yourself in this dress now, is it?
No, it certainly wasn’t. This was the wedding dress every girl dreamed of walking down the aisle in, although I was never really one of those girls. I’d bought the dress mostly because Eric’s mother had liked it. Back at a time when I did things for other people, and never myself.
Still it was a pretty dress, even if I never got to use it. His family had been monumentally pissed when we’d eloped, especially since they couldn’t blame me for it. The whole thing had been Eric’s idea; a loving, spur-of-the-moment gesture eventually revealed to be a lie. As it turned out, he’d married me quickly and secretly so as not to interfere with an upcoming business trip he’d switched dates on without telling me.