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“Rob the Romantic.”That was the nickname I’d given to my boyfriend-turned-fiancé, and – if I say so myself – it fit him perfectly. From how he’d bring me bouquets of flowers before nearly every date, to his atypical preference for watching Hallmark movies instead of ESPN, he was quite the opposite from the alpha males that I‘d typically dated. Most of those prior relationships eventually crashed and burned pretty badly, though, so when Rob proposed to me, I had (nervously) said yes.Ever the gentleman, Rob gave me full license to plan the wedding of my dreams, other than one request: the hopeless romantic pleaded his lifelong desire to get married on Valentine’s Day.Ugh. I’m pretty sure I rolled my eyes when he told me that. February 14th had always been a date I dreaded on the calendar: in my opinion, it was a fake (and highly overrated) holiday. Although I found Rob’s suggestion to be a bit cringeworthy, I submitted for the sake of his romantic heart. Rob seemed to be more excited about that “yes” than when I had said “yes” to his actual marriage proposal!Either way, several months later, the big day had finally arrived. Presumably sınırsız gaziantep escort like any other bride-to-be, I was a jumbled mixture of nerves and excitement – but there was also another feeling that was burning inside me: I was incredibly horny.Early in our dating relationship, Rob had revealed that he was a virgin who was saving himself for marriage. He was disappointed to find out that I couldn’t offer him the same, but he asked – and I consented – for the two of us to establish that as a premarital boundary. He wasn’t a total prude – we fooled around with each other over our clothes plenty of times – but by the time our wedding day had arrived, my vagina hadn’t entertained anything in more than a year (other than my vibrator, when I simply couldn’t take it anymore). Thus, as I got myself ready in the private bridal suite, I found myself getting incredibly aroused by the anticipation of finally riding a cock again in just a few more hours.As the clock neared an hour before the ceremony, I had already finished my hair and makeup, so the only thing gaziantep sınırsız escort bayan that I had left to do was to get dressed – starting with the incredibly sexy bridal lingerie that I’d wear underneath my dress. Referring a few times to the diagram on the packaging, I carefully wrapped myself in a web of sheer white lace straps that – among other things – descended over my nipples, lifted up my breasts, crisscrossed my torso, and traced a perfect V into the gap between my thighs. As I stood and admired my enhanced curves in the full-length mirror, my growing arousal suddenly inspired a very naughty idea.I cracked the door open just enough to peek out into the hallway without the risk of revealing my barely-there lingerie, and I called out for any of my bridesmaids who might be within earshot. Melody was the first one to hear me and come running.“What’s up? What do you need?” Melody was a sweetheart, always looking to help.With the hint of an excited tremble in my voice, I asked her, “Can you do me a favor? Can you go get Rob … and tell gaziantep sınırsız escort him I have something I want to show him?”Melody looked surprised. “But isn’t he not supposed to see you until you walk down the aisle?”“I know, I know,” I responded. Reluctant to admit my true intent was to flash Rob because I was feeling so fucking horny, I simply repeated, “Can you just go get him for me?”“Sure,” Melody nodded, and swiftly disappeared down the hallway.+++About a minute later, I heard Rob’s soft knock on the door. I hurried my practically-naked self behind the door so Rob wouldn’t see me until after he’d fully stepped into the room. “Come in!!” I took a deep breath and prepared to give my soon-to-be husband a delicious sneak peek.The door opened slowly … and my stomach dropped.It wasn’t Rob. It was his best man. His best man who – in an ironic twist of fate, of which Rob was fully aware – also happened to be one of my exes. His best man who – what Rob did not know – was actually the ex-boyfriend who had taken my virginity.Feeling something way beyond mortified, I did nothing. I said nothing. I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to melt into the floor.Henry had slowly been scanning the room, undoubtedly confused about how he’d heard me invite him in and yet couldn’t find me. Behind the door was the last place that he looked – and when he finally spotted me standing there, he jumped backward.“HOLY SHIT, Emily!” Henry looked horrified … and yet I also saw his eyes instinctually scanning me from head to toe. “What the fuck are you …??”
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