Nipples, Nibbles, and Nuptials
Nipples, Nibbles, and Nuptials
or
Wedding Belles (Part 3)
By Sabrina & Geraldine
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Author's Note: Another chapter, another chance to hang with our hot heroines. Things take a turn and we find out a little of their feminine backstory. They meet some others who will be a poppin' up in the next part, and everyone is quite happy, some are quite hard, ha. Okay, read away...
Let's catch up. The two couples just left the hotel room, heading to the wedding... finally. Music is playing, drinks are flowing and the 'girl's' can't wait to show off ad dance. Okay, all caught up, um, but first maybe we should go back in time...
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-Sabrina-
"You need a whole week? A WHOLE week?"
"It was Dr. Reagan's idea."
"Why can't you just go hunting with Jason next door like normal men?"
*
My wife Leena of twenty years was yelling at me again. I was used to it. Four years ago she found things in my closet that made her confused. The closet was in the basement, behind a wall of boxes, with two locks on it. A man from the hardware store opened it for her. I was away for the weekend. I wasn't fishing or hunting.
It was the first time I went away by myself, I had an incredible time.
When I returned, I wasn't even in the house yet and she started grilling me. "Get in here! What the hell is this?" I didn't like the look of this, I didn't like where this conversation was heading.
Shit. "Um, it's a suitcase." I knew there were three more and totally filled.
"And this?"
Shit. "A box." I swallowed hard, I knew there were at least two of them. Years of hiding this one little diversion I had, and now it was on display on the messy kitchen floor.
"A fucking box of shoes, not just shoes, high heels, stilettoes!" She picked one pair out of its shoe box and held it up. "What the fuck" My heels were perfect, I kept all the original shoe boxes, bags, and cleaned them constantly. One day they would be on display, high on a nice painted shelf shining from overhead lighting.
"So?" I shrugged, I was confused, I didn't know what I should be saying.
"And you should have seen what else I found." She yelled some more. But I knew what else she found, I just didn't know why was she putting me through this.
*
"Um..."
I now had to explain to her, I was a crossdresser. I had been one since I was a k**. It was my thing nobody else needed to be involved with it. Was it that big of a deal? My parents didn't know, neither did my three sisters so why was she so interested, it didn't interfere with our lives, or our sex life. I tried to bring it up before we were married. We were watching something on HBO, there was a documentary on drag queens, I was pretty interested... and excited. Tanya said the nastiest, homophobic, ignorant things you could imagine. We watched the Sopranos instead for the fourth time. It was safer and there would be less cursing.
But that was years ago.
After she found my girlie stash she spent a week on her Ipad, on the phone, then she made me go to a ther****t. Someone she picked out, someone she said knew all about deviants like me. Dr. Reagan was older, he was from my c***dhood neighborhood, he seemed like he was sympathetic to my situation.
"How old are you?" We were drinking coffee, he had his laptop open, his fingers moving double time, he was taking all kinds of notes.
"Um, twenty-nine?"
"You're not sure?"
"I am, yes, twenty-nine but sometimes I feel younger, much younger." I diverted his eyes, I wasn't good at talking about myself. Sometimes I felt like a confused teenager.
'Well tell me a little about yourself."
Ugh, I made a face, then I decided to tell him the one thing I was most concerned with. I wasn't really that worried about Tanya, or coming here to the ther****t, or even what Dr. Reagan's assistant or the people in the waiting room thought of me. I was a well-adjusted crossdresser, I would get through this, even though it was quite embarrassing.
"Well, I have this feeling," I told him I had this pressure in my chest that would start to migrate down my arms, up my neck, and finally behind my eyes. There was no pain, but there was definitely something there. There is only one thing that can diffuse it.
"Hmm. Do you have a feminine name?"
I squinted, I had to decide whether to confide in him or not. "Um, yes. It's Sabrina."
"Would you like me to call you that name at our sessions?"
"No, thank you, I only use that name when I am um, dressed, as, well, me."
After three sessions he told me I had gender dysphoria. I think I knew already, but I was glad he gave it a name. I was glad there were so many others like me, I wouldn't be on this journey alone. I told him, as I was getting older, that uncomfortable feeling inside of me was getting stronger. Sometimes it made me shake, it made my mouth dry, it made my body ache.
"Hmm, okay. I will help with that. We will have lots to talk about. Would you like to come in every week? Every Friday?" He smiled at me, the last two sessions were very comfortable, relaxed, almost enjoyable.
'Okay, if you think I should."
"Do you want to come in as Sabrina?"
"Hmm..."
After a dozen sessions, I started to formalize a plan. Something the doctor brought up, something I thought was a great idea. He said I should go to a hotel, a place to relax, a place I wouldn't have to keep listening for someone coming home and catching me dressed. I needed to be comfortable, and de-stress, he said I should immerse myself in my femininity, he said it would be good for my general well-being and maybe that uncomfortable feeling would go away completely.
"Tanya, please, it will only be a week, you will be working, and you won't even know I'm gone." I offered.
She didn't want to hear it. She didn't understand why her husband wanted to dress like a woman for five days, and not shoot guns instead.
"What if someone finds out? I don't want my friends to know I am married to a pervert."
"No one will find out and I am not a pervert, there are so many crossdressers in this world."
"Well, hopefully, Dr. Reagan will take care of this, get all this crap out of your fucking system."
"Yeah, maybe."
I told Tanya the therapy sessions were mainly informative, I then decided to lie and told her I didn't want to go anymore. She blew up at me, she threatened to kick me out of the house, she said she would burn my dresses, throw away my makeup collections and destroy all my, um, 'toys,' if I didn't go to see the Doctor.
I went, of course, it was ALL her idea, but I was quite happy about it. Oh, I started sleeping with Dr. Reagan after about six months. He was okay, he bought me flowers and everything. I remember the first time, it was a nice hotel room, with lots of mirrors, strawberries, and champagne. He made me get on all fours as he filled my bottom with so much lubricant.
"I will give you a bottle of this to take home, just in case you want to practice."
"Um, ahhhhh! Okay."
I remember him entering me, his manhood was quite long and thick, it was quite unexpected. Afterward, I was sore for quite a while, I had bruises in the shape of his fingers on my hips and thighs. He was my first man, he was the one that helped me decide I should meet more men. That was twenty-five years ago. Then, once I found a friend things became easier, clearer, we explored together, we met more and more people, and slept with more and more men. I never had that uncomfortable feeling inside of me again. I shook for different reasons, my mouth was dry usually because I was sucking someone's manhood, and now my body only ached in all the right places.
Phew, I was so glad my wife Tanya made me go to therapy, she is so perceptive.
***
-Geraldine-
5-6-1-6-7, the code to the storage room.
Being a CD, I loved taking pictures of my various outfits. I didn't have many dresses, but what I did have accessorized perfectly. The heels, the stockings, makeup, and jewelry. I had so much jewelry, I loved to tinkle, make a little noise, and play with my necklaces and bracelets. Everything was perfect by the time I was ready to pose and upload a picture to my website.
I loved showing myself off on social media. I loved getting compliments from men, women, and other CDs. It was my main source of enjoyment. I was almost fifty and married to a nice woman named Lilly for the last twenty years. She stumbled across my female stash about a year before. I was never going to tell her about 'Geraldine', my femme persona. She was very conservative and her views on alternative lifestyles made me uncomfortable. I wish I knew this before we were married, she seemed very worldly and bright when we first said 'I do.' Explaining to her that I was a CD was torturous, she didn't really understand what I did and after a while, she didn't want to know anymore. She was shaking her head holding up my size eleven pumps. "You wear these? What the fuck." I was now diving further into the closet than ever before.
She told me, "Do whatever you want. I don't even want to know about it." She then slipped in, "And get some therapy or something, try to get over this shit. All I need is my mother finding out about it, finding out you're gay or something."
That was it, I listened to her and went to therapy, and she never brought it up again. My crossdressing that is. I went to a tall, dark-haired Doctor. He smelled like Old Spice, he wore loafers for chrissakes, and he loved when I pushed my toes into his crotch during our little talks.
"Mmm, maybe just a little harder."
"Oh, yes Doctor, if you say so." He loved my slight Kentucky accent.
Every Friday I would be hanging in the waiting room, drinking wine, one of his other beautiful patients brought, it was like a party.
I explained to him, I didn't think I was going to 'get over' this little endeavor anytime soon, and I definitely was not giving up my jewelry and nails. So what if it made the wife uncomfortable, she will have to get used to it.
He just watched me, he let me come in to talk all dressed up in my sparkly pink dress, black stockings, and white strappy heels. I could tell he loved my lashes, they were long and dark brown hidden by my femme glasses. He always looked directly at me, especially when my toes made contact with his cock. I was always surprised he could still talk to me while he was hard and dripping onto my nylon toes.
"Well, Geri can you leave your feminine clothes at work, or a storage locker?
"I guess."
"If your wife doesn't see them, then there should be no problems."
"Mmm." Now that I started thinking about things, I did have a place at work, and an extra room. This way my female items would be out of the house, so when Lilly snooped she wouldn't find anything but Christmas ornaments and old towels where my wardrobe used to be. And she did like to snoop, that was one of her hobbies.
Usually, I was alone at the office, the other two mostly just visited and set up different jobs on location. Becoming Geraldine was now becoming a tri-weekly thing for me, having my clothes at work instead of hidden at home was such a great idea. At about 4 o'clock I would change into one of my dresses and heels. Sometimes even my long black gown, with little thin spaghetti straps showing off my femme shoulders and arms. Unfortunately, I didn't have time for a complete makeup job, but I always wore one of my wigs and earrings. Just relaxing as a woman was enough for me, as I lovingly stroked my legs and breasts. As I took a couple of pictures of course. As I uploaded so many pictures and videos to my social website. I was becoming much more popular, I was getting even better at becoming this sexually charged woman and my followers knew it.
But the best thing was Fridays, I lived to get out of the house and wear something stunning, sexy, and usually short. That's where I met another CD, another blonde, and another beautiful husband who got caught by another ignorant wife. She brought the wine, I brought the nibbles and Dr. Reagan well he had the nipples. We would tag team the poor old guy, she in front of him sucking his hairy chest, making lip prints on his stomach and neck. Then me in the back, rubbing my breasts on him, my hands playing with his hard cock, jerking him off, ready to shoot all over Bree and her dress. We soon became his favorite patients and his favorite girlfriends. I even had pictures of the three of us on my social media sites. So much ass, silicone breasts, and of course pix of my toes digging into his balls. My pictures were quite different than before the therapy.
*
"God, that was so long ago. It was great fun but things are even more fun now, right Sabrina?"
"Ha, of course, you are always right."
***
Now...
The cocktail hour was in full swing, everyone was eating and meeting, I had other ideas. "Geri!" Over here!" I was waving, I was showing off my long red nails, "C'mon, I wanna dance."
I had Bill's arm as I walked into the dead center of the dance floor. I was ready to show my moves, I have been dancing for years. Geraldine followed Archie, they started moving before they even left the maze of tables. I was holding a huge man, wide, tall, gorgeous, and dark, I couldn't wait to show him off and dance. I couldn't wait to feel him get hard as he held me.
I waved this time to the DJ, stack of records and CDs, well compact discs, surrounding him. "How 'bout something to dance to baby!"
He waved back, the room started to vibrate, the pop-punk of the last track was lost in the new bassline.
'More than a woman
More than a woman to me.'
The Bee Gees were singing, I stood still, I hated this song, it sounded like a novelty track to me. I walked over to the DJ with Geri and the two men. "We need something better, we need something we could feel."
Bill, tapped his headphones, "Scuse me."
"Huh?"
I put my long finger on his chest, I gave him my best smile, "Baby, what does this song even mean? Please play something else, play Gloria Gaynor, Tavares, Donna Summer." I smiled, I was nice, I was always nice. 'More than a Woman,' petered out as Donna started to sing, as we made our way back to the middle of the dance floor surrounded by Archie and Bill's relatives.
'Heaven knows, heaven knows, heaven knows
Ooh, I feel love, I feel love
I feel love, I feel love, I feel love'
Geri and I knew how to move, knew how to entice the men in front of us. We started at arm's length, then they pulled us closer, pressing their harder bodies against us. My long nails d****d around Bill's neck, my eyes at the level of his lips. Even in my heels, he was so much taller, I couldn't wait to climb this mountain of a man later.
I watched Geri move closer to Archie, watched him grind into her. I heard her moan, even over the bassline of 'I Feel Love.'
I rubbed myself against Bill, feeling him get hard against my belly, the silkiness of my dress. We started to kiss, his tongue inside of me. I had my arms around his neck pulling him in closer. I loved making out with him, he was so gentle, and he knew how to make me crazy. My panties were getting wet already, with him my libido was always on overdrive, I was always just on the edge of an orgasm. His fingers traced the slight ripple of my panties through my dress.
Suddenly I felt someone behind me, my eyes opened wide as I smelled Geraldine's perfume. We were back to back as we slowed down our dancing. I felt our perfect dresses rustle against each other, felt her ass against mine.
"Bill, kiss me again."
I tugged at his shoulders, pulling his face toward me as my ass rubbed against Geri, as Archie pushed her more and more into me, as we tried not to collide with the other dancers. I felt Bill's hands on my sides, felt him move towards Geri, rubbing her as we danced. I soon felt other hands in my hair, saw Archies huge fingers in my peripheral vision. The four of us ground together as the music got louder, the bass got stronger and Donna Summer started having an orgasm of her own, feeding into our excitement. Suddenly I let my thighs wander up to Bill's crotch, I ground against his hardening manhood, rubbing as I wiggled against Geri's silky ass.
"I have to cum baby," Bill whispered in my ear as I slid my fingers over his hard cock, massaging him through the gaberdine of his pants. He kissed my cheek and started nibbling my ear, my golden hoop sliding around his lips.
I shivered, thinking about how many times I have made him orgasm in the last couple of weeks, how happy I was making him. "Mmm, do you think anyone knows I have your hard dick in my grip?" My long nails grazed over his manhood
"Hehe, don't think so, we should be fine."
I put more pressure on him, kneading him with the heel of my palm. I then lightly held his balls as we still danced, playing, lightly squeezing, as my lower body wiggled some more against Geri. And then he started to cum, he made a pleasurable sound, I heard Archie making the same low grunt, both the men were having another orgasm, but this time in front of their friends and families. In front of one of the sisters, the MC, in front of the DJ, and an older woman in a wheelchair. I kept pressing onto the front of his pants, feeling the wetness, as I felt a wave drown over me, the warmth from my own orgasm. My body vibrated as I held onto Bill's perfect cock. He then bent down and kissed me as I slightly sighed into his lips, wishing we were back in the room on sixteen.
My mind was wandering: Why did we ever leave? I was quite happy hidden in a hotel room with a tall, broad-shouldered handsome black man. I loved a good hotel room, it reminded me of years ago, practicing and hiding from the wife.
We turned, we watched Geri grind more into Archie, both of them hanging on for life. Both seemed to forget there were people surrounding them as they sighed into each other's lips. "Wow, that was great. We should do that more often." Archie grabbed his woman, making out and feeling her body through her thin dress. He led her away, back towards the tables, back further from the strains of Donna Summer and her sexy moaning. She looked back, she gave me a wink, I could tell she was up to something, Geri not Donna, something that would make me nervous, something that would get us into trouble.
Something we would talk about forever.
*
So after finding our table... we finally met the sister's daughters, we met a couple of friends, we even met Archie and Bill's k**s.
"I hope you two are treating our fathers like kings." One of the little daughters said to us.
"We are," I smiled, "They have never had it so good." I squeezed Bill's arm, I made him look at me, made him look at my lashes and blue eyes.
The little daughter suddenly threw her arms around me, kissed my cheek, then kissed Geri's. "Perfect, and I hope they are treating you two the same, but EVEN better."
"They are, if they stop being nice to us you will be the first one we contact." I gave Bill a look, I smushed my face, and tightened my lips. I could look cute from across the room.
"Ha, no need to worry about that, you will always be my..."
And I shushed him, my finger on his lips. I knew what word he was going to use. I kissed him instead, I didn't consider myself a, um, queen. Geri knew what I was doing and she shook her head. She loved that word. We watched the k**s move back towards the bar, back towards their friends, they all seemed quite friendly, nice, and well-adjusted. I watched them mingle and imagined having step-c***dren, I fantasized about getting a Mother's Day card one day.
After we lightly nibbled, we glided around the hall, the men pointing out and introducing us to people they knew and wanted us to meet. I met so many, I got invited to so many functions. I was hoping my social life would be out of control, I would love that, I would have to go shopping. We made the rounds, Geri and I loved swaying in our dresses, feeling the music, letting the fabric swish around our nylon legs. We realized that our men were not only great lovers but also very popular.
"The ex-wives are here somewhere," Archie was looking around, over the heads of the dancers and waiters. "Do you two want to meet them?"
"Mmm..." I was ambivalent, but I knew I had no choice in the matter.
"Sure, why not. Might as well show off my golden legs." Geri smiled as we moved past more relatives, a beautiful hostess, and a tray of champagne. She grabbed a couple of glasses and handed them back to us. I know I was going to need a drink before I met Bill's ex-wife. Maybe they would let me pass out before I had to be nice.
"Ah, there they are sitting at a table, hidden in the back." We followed Archie as he made a path through the wedding party, the lights were dimmer, the music was a little lower. "Those two are always hidden in the back."
Older women, drinking coffee, ignored us while we stood beside them. Bill went and touched one of the ladies' shoulders, "Claudia, hi."
She turned, she had an annoyed look on her face, then she saw Geri and me. We smiled, of course, we could be quite pleasant when we needed to be. I held out my hand, I wasn't even consciously showing off my red nails. "Hello, I'm Sabrina." She wouldn't take it, she turned, she was looking at the other woman next to her. I could tell we interrupted their quiet time.
Bill held me a little tighter, "Claudia, this is Sabrina."
"Oh, hello."
"And Stef this is Geri." She and Archie moved closer as the ex made a face. Geri wasn't surprised. She gave me that look, you know the one, the one that says, this is gonna be fun. She winked as the two men carried on the conversation. We vowed to have lunch one day together, hang with the k**s, see the houses the men still pay for, pet the dogs. I wasn't looking forward to it, I have seen a house and dog before.
I hung on to Bill, being the quiet girlfriend, leaning my cheek on his shoulder, smiling at the two ladies.
Archie shook Stef's shoulder, "We will talk later."
We got ready to move on but Geri laid a hand on each of the women. "Bree and I will stop by later to compare notes. Maybe you could tell us a few secrets, you know, about the boys."
"No that's okay." Claudia, went back to her colder coffee, the steam noticeably gone.
"Well, when we come over for lunch one day we will teach you two ladies to dance. We have had lessons in disco and Bree is quite proficient at that shuffle dance, or whatever they call it. Next time you are at a wedding maybe you two will have some fun like us. Okay? Bye for now."
"Dance?" I whispered as we shuffled away.
"Mmm, sure, but they're not ever havin' fun. I am guessing we have 'the fun' with us. All they probably need is a good fucking."
"Well everyone needs a good fuck every once in a while," I reasoned.
"A great fuck, you mean." We giggled as we looked at the two men, as she dragged us all back to the dance floor for one more go, one more song before the nuptials were made. Just one more song to make the two exes even more jealous.
*
The organ music ended as we watched the female wedding officiant marry Sal and Joe.
"Sally and Joseph?" I whispered, not really paying attention, I was now drinking Merlot, I was quite happy. Bill's arm was around me the whole time, I was leaning into his side, my nylon leg almost wrapped around his.
"Yes, I told you, baby."
"Mmm." I didn't care, I don't even remember what I wrote on the card. I didn't care about weddings, bridesmaids, four-tier cakes, or marriage in general, I was quite happy dating. I was quite happy falling in love. Geri, I knew loved a good wedding, the romance, even the decorations. Years ago we would go to posh hotels, hang at the bar and then crash some parties, crash weddings. Geri loved making up stories that we were distant relatives, distant ex-lovers of the married couple. She was always someone who should have never been invited to this particular wedding. I tried to stay near the bar, run my long nails over the hot bartenders, but Geri always seemed to get me involved. We had so much fun, we got into so much trouble, but we made quite a few friends along the way.
We also spent two nights in jail, but that's another story.
"And, um, Bill why is the woman marrying them so beautiful, she must be a model or an actress."
"Well, that's Scarlett, she's their friend, someone from college and the neighborhood."
"I now pronounce you man and wife, you may now kiss the bride." And they kissed and everyone cheered including Scarlett, and we all went back onto the dance floor.
I was trying to get as worked up as before, tried to dance as close to Bill as possible, but Geri had other ideas. "Let's go take the tour."
This is where things would get tricky, but I always went along with whatever idea she came up with. "Okay." I sounded positive, but sometimes things backfire.
We kissed the men, let their tongues linger in our mouths, we wanted them to miss us. We left them dancing with their daughters, let them mingle with the friendlier part of the family. We grabbed two more flutes of champagne and I followed Geri to the back of the hall. Past the shrimp boats and little cheeses with flags, past the lines waiting for beef ribs and mini pizzas. Everything looked and smelled so enticing but we hardly ate, we needed to watch our figures.
"Okay, there they are, still at the table."
"Who?" I looked past her, I wanted to see where we were heading.
"The exes, come on let us have some fun."
We moved closer, the two ladies looked quite nervous. I could tell they were hoping we were heading to the restroom and not about to interrupt their quiet chat. I sat next to Claudia, fixing my dress with one hand and holding my delicate glass with the other. I watched Geri inch her way between the two of them. Squeezing, her chair squeaking, she was making the ladies move the chairs slightly away from her.
"Hi again, we've come to chill."
They were both surprised by us entering their comfort zone. The table was empty, everyone was either dancing, eating, or mingling with the newly married couple. I watched Geri, her hands under the table, I imagined she was running her fingers on both of their legs, both wearing perfect polyester blends.
Stef seemed annoyed at the intrusion, "Do you mind?"
"Mmm, pants, at a wedding. Don't you want to show off your legs?" Geri looked up at me, her hands still under the table, the two women in a state of shock. "Bree show them your legs please."
"My legs?"
"Show them what Bill has been licking for the last couple of weeks."
I giggled, I shrugged and stood up. I was quite proud of my legs. I spent five days a week at the gym and I was constantly putting products and lotions on them. They were completely smooth and were my favorite part of my femme-looking body, and Geri knew that. I grabbed my long blue dress, my long nails holding the edge of the slit, and I lifted, slowly letting my beige legs hit the air. I smiled as the three of them watched me. I was sure the two ladies probably didn't even shave their legs that's why they were hidden in the polyester. I could detect a slight smile on all three of their faces, though I am sure Geri's was total concentration, focusing on her fingers.
"Compliment Sabrina's legs, ladies."
"Um, nice," Claudia mumbled, her body suddenly taken over by a shiver.
"Oh!" Stef then made a little yelp as I lifted my dress a little more, showed off my tiny beige panties, and I moved back, letting them see the entirety of my legs down to the five-inch heels. I turned, I shifted as the two exes now held onto the table. They were focused on me, my legs, though their eyes were slightly glazed. I realized what was happening. I moved behind the three of them, leaning on Geris' back and rubbing the two ladies' shoulders. I could see Geri's fingers, her long nails investigating the women's crotches.
She looked up at me, as I caressed the two women, a weird smile on her face. "Nothing like elastic waistbands, huh Sabrina."
"Nothing like it."
And I watched her adept fingers play with the two of them, watching them squirm, watching their bodies trying to keep still. These short, thin women were no match for Geri's arms and digits. Claudia was making low moaning sounds as Geri went deeper, her entire hands in the brown pants of her pantsuit. I could imagine she had at least three fingers inside Claudia's vagina. I moved behind her playing with her hair, letting her get worked up. It didn't take long, she started bouncing on the chair, Geri's fingers now underneath her, pressing, squeezing, teasing.
She yelped, "Oh no!" Her eyes closed, her hand went onto her small chest as she had her orgasm. She mumbled as Geri continued to play. She was giving thanks to god. When the hand came above the table line, she breathed, she leaned back, she relaxed. I am sure she felt like a new woman.
"Fuck, should we be doing this?" Stef asked us. She looked up at me, her eyes were so far away.
I looked around, no one was paying attention to us, and everyone else was having a wonderful time. "Of course, we should."
"Well, I can't stop now, my finger is buried." Geri, giggled again as she put both hands near Stef's crotch. Geri once again inside another pair of brownish pants. One hand fiddling in the panties, another rubbing her legs.
I played with her hair, running my long fingers through it when it suddenly moved. "Oooh, sorry." I fixed it, she was wearing a wig, just like Geri and I. I was wondering why it wasn't nicer, wasn't a little more extra, a little less mousey brown.
Suddenly Stef, yelped, quite loudly. "Huh!" She had a look, begging Geri to stop, but we all knew that wasn't happening. Geri had magic fingers and now these two ladies knew it, I hoped they would also know that we were taking quite good care of their two ex-husbands. "Oh, FUCK!" Another expletive from Stef as her eyes rolled back into her head, as Geri's hand furiously squeezed and entered. "FUCK, FUCK!" I tried to keep my hands on her shoulder, having trouble as she shifted all over the chair, I'm sure making it quite wet.
Stef, leaned back as she slightly dipped in her chair.
Geri laughed, as her hands finally became visible. "Ah, that was fun. Don't forget, dancing lessons." She winked and then stood up, fixing her dress, lifting the hem higher, and showing off her own black and gold legs. "And next time y'all go to a wedding, wear dresses and stockings, pants are for men." She laughed again as we walked past the table out into the hall.
I was smiling, sometimes Geri was crazy, sometimes she went over the top but we always had fun. "I am sure those two never had such professional fingers in their bodies before, ha. I wasn't expecting that."
"Neither were they. The two of them were so hairy. Okay let me wash up, it is one thing having man juice on your fingers, quite another having old lady juice, haha."
We walked into the ladies' room, the music still playing, still seeping into the walls.
There was a blonde woman in front of the mirror. Now there will be three of us. "Hi, I see you were teasing the old spinsters?" It was Scarlett, the young woman who performed the ceremony.
Geri just smiled, "Did we? I don't tease, that's not my style."
Scarlett giggled and smiled at our reflections.
We washed. Geri washed thrice, we fixed our lips, brushed our hair, and the three of us went back to enjoy the wedding. Geri and I grabbed the men and took a little nibble. Oh, and of course, we should have more champagne, if I can only find a server.
"More champagne, please," I called hopefully, right in the middle of a chorus.
'Love to love you, baby, baby
Love to love you, baby, baby
Love to love you, baby, 'bout to love'
"Here you go." Scarlett, the pinkish blonde was on top of things. I was glad someone besides me understood the importance of alcohol on the dance floor.
'Love to love you, baby, baby
Love to love you, baby, baby'
We listened to Donna Summer moan some more as we danced and held onto the men, their eyes glued to our new dresses, especially our decolletage. The promise of a wonderful night in their eyes. I put my hand on Bill's cheek, I smiled, he could never imagine how happy he was making me, or how wet my panties were becoming.
I was thinking, I guess sometimes a wedding wasn't so bad. I glanced over at Geri and gave her a wink. She winked back and then gave me that look, you know the one, the look that meant things were going to get a lot more interesting.
Oh no, she was up to something else... and I was hoping and praying it involved more champagne...
***
End of Part 3
or
Wedding Belles (Part 3)
By Sabrina & Geraldine
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Author's Note: Another chapter, another chance to hang with our hot heroines. Things take a turn and we find out a little of their feminine backstory. They meet some others who will be a poppin' up in the next part, and everyone is quite happy, some are quite hard, ha. Okay, read away...
Let's catch up. The two couples just left the hotel room, heading to the wedding... finally. Music is playing, drinks are flowing and the 'girl's' can't wait to show off ad dance. Okay, all caught up, um, but first maybe we should go back in time...
***
-Sabrina-
"You need a whole week? A WHOLE week?"
"It was Dr. Reagan's idea."
"Why can't you just go hunting with Jason next door like normal men?"
*
My wife Leena of twenty years was yelling at me again. I was used to it. Four years ago she found things in my closet that made her confused. The closet was in the basement, behind a wall of boxes, with two locks on it. A man from the hardware store opened it for her. I was away for the weekend. I wasn't fishing or hunting.
It was the first time I went away by myself, I had an incredible time.
When I returned, I wasn't even in the house yet and she started grilling me. "Get in here! What the hell is this?" I didn't like the look of this, I didn't like where this conversation was heading.
Shit. "Um, it's a suitcase." I knew there were three more and totally filled.
"And this?"
Shit. "A box." I swallowed hard, I knew there were at least two of them. Years of hiding this one little diversion I had, and now it was on display on the messy kitchen floor.
"A fucking box of shoes, not just shoes, high heels, stilettoes!" She picked one pair out of its shoe box and held it up. "What the fuck" My heels were perfect, I kept all the original shoe boxes, bags, and cleaned them constantly. One day they would be on display, high on a nice painted shelf shining from overhead lighting.
"So?" I shrugged, I was confused, I didn't know what I should be saying.
"And you should have seen what else I found." She yelled some more. But I knew what else she found, I just didn't know why was she putting me through this.
*
"Um..."
I now had to explain to her, I was a crossdresser. I had been one since I was a k**. It was my thing nobody else needed to be involved with it. Was it that big of a deal? My parents didn't know, neither did my three sisters so why was she so interested, it didn't interfere with our lives, or our sex life. I tried to bring it up before we were married. We were watching something on HBO, there was a documentary on drag queens, I was pretty interested... and excited. Tanya said the nastiest, homophobic, ignorant things you could imagine. We watched the Sopranos instead for the fourth time. It was safer and there would be less cursing.
But that was years ago.
After she found my girlie stash she spent a week on her Ipad, on the phone, then she made me go to a ther****t. Someone she picked out, someone she said knew all about deviants like me. Dr. Reagan was older, he was from my c***dhood neighborhood, he seemed like he was sympathetic to my situation.
"How old are you?" We were drinking coffee, he had his laptop open, his fingers moving double time, he was taking all kinds of notes.
"Um, twenty-nine?"
"You're not sure?"
"I am, yes, twenty-nine but sometimes I feel younger, much younger." I diverted his eyes, I wasn't good at talking about myself. Sometimes I felt like a confused teenager.
'Well tell me a little about yourself."
Ugh, I made a face, then I decided to tell him the one thing I was most concerned with. I wasn't really that worried about Tanya, or coming here to the ther****t, or even what Dr. Reagan's assistant or the people in the waiting room thought of me. I was a well-adjusted crossdresser, I would get through this, even though it was quite embarrassing.
"Well, I have this feeling," I told him I had this pressure in my chest that would start to migrate down my arms, up my neck, and finally behind my eyes. There was no pain, but there was definitely something there. There is only one thing that can diffuse it.
"Hmm. Do you have a feminine name?"
I squinted, I had to decide whether to confide in him or not. "Um, yes. It's Sabrina."
"Would you like me to call you that name at our sessions?"
"No, thank you, I only use that name when I am um, dressed, as, well, me."
After three sessions he told me I had gender dysphoria. I think I knew already, but I was glad he gave it a name. I was glad there were so many others like me, I wouldn't be on this journey alone. I told him, as I was getting older, that uncomfortable feeling inside of me was getting stronger. Sometimes it made me shake, it made my mouth dry, it made my body ache.
"Hmm, okay. I will help with that. We will have lots to talk about. Would you like to come in every week? Every Friday?" He smiled at me, the last two sessions were very comfortable, relaxed, almost enjoyable.
'Okay, if you think I should."
"Do you want to come in as Sabrina?"
"Hmm..."
After a dozen sessions, I started to formalize a plan. Something the doctor brought up, something I thought was a great idea. He said I should go to a hotel, a place to relax, a place I wouldn't have to keep listening for someone coming home and catching me dressed. I needed to be comfortable, and de-stress, he said I should immerse myself in my femininity, he said it would be good for my general well-being and maybe that uncomfortable feeling would go away completely.
"Tanya, please, it will only be a week, you will be working, and you won't even know I'm gone." I offered.
She didn't want to hear it. She didn't understand why her husband wanted to dress like a woman for five days, and not shoot guns instead.
"What if someone finds out? I don't want my friends to know I am married to a pervert."
"No one will find out and I am not a pervert, there are so many crossdressers in this world."
"Well, hopefully, Dr. Reagan will take care of this, get all this crap out of your fucking system."
"Yeah, maybe."
I told Tanya the therapy sessions were mainly informative, I then decided to lie and told her I didn't want to go anymore. She blew up at me, she threatened to kick me out of the house, she said she would burn my dresses, throw away my makeup collections and destroy all my, um, 'toys,' if I didn't go to see the Doctor.
I went, of course, it was ALL her idea, but I was quite happy about it. Oh, I started sleeping with Dr. Reagan after about six months. He was okay, he bought me flowers and everything. I remember the first time, it was a nice hotel room, with lots of mirrors, strawberries, and champagne. He made me get on all fours as he filled my bottom with so much lubricant.
"I will give you a bottle of this to take home, just in case you want to practice."
"Um, ahhhhh! Okay."
I remember him entering me, his manhood was quite long and thick, it was quite unexpected. Afterward, I was sore for quite a while, I had bruises in the shape of his fingers on my hips and thighs. He was my first man, he was the one that helped me decide I should meet more men. That was twenty-five years ago. Then, once I found a friend things became easier, clearer, we explored together, we met more and more people, and slept with more and more men. I never had that uncomfortable feeling inside of me again. I shook for different reasons, my mouth was dry usually because I was sucking someone's manhood, and now my body only ached in all the right places.
Phew, I was so glad my wife Tanya made me go to therapy, she is so perceptive.
***
-Geraldine-
5-6-1-6-7, the code to the storage room.
Being a CD, I loved taking pictures of my various outfits. I didn't have many dresses, but what I did have accessorized perfectly. The heels, the stockings, makeup, and jewelry. I had so much jewelry, I loved to tinkle, make a little noise, and play with my necklaces and bracelets. Everything was perfect by the time I was ready to pose and upload a picture to my website.
I loved showing myself off on social media. I loved getting compliments from men, women, and other CDs. It was my main source of enjoyment. I was almost fifty and married to a nice woman named Lilly for the last twenty years. She stumbled across my female stash about a year before. I was never going to tell her about 'Geraldine', my femme persona. She was very conservative and her views on alternative lifestyles made me uncomfortable. I wish I knew this before we were married, she seemed very worldly and bright when we first said 'I do.' Explaining to her that I was a CD was torturous, she didn't really understand what I did and after a while, she didn't want to know anymore. She was shaking her head holding up my size eleven pumps. "You wear these? What the fuck." I was now diving further into the closet than ever before.
She told me, "Do whatever you want. I don't even want to know about it." She then slipped in, "And get some therapy or something, try to get over this shit. All I need is my mother finding out about it, finding out you're gay or something."
That was it, I listened to her and went to therapy, and she never brought it up again. My crossdressing that is. I went to a tall, dark-haired Doctor. He smelled like Old Spice, he wore loafers for chrissakes, and he loved when I pushed my toes into his crotch during our little talks.
"Mmm, maybe just a little harder."
"Oh, yes Doctor, if you say so." He loved my slight Kentucky accent.
Every Friday I would be hanging in the waiting room, drinking wine, one of his other beautiful patients brought, it was like a party.
I explained to him, I didn't think I was going to 'get over' this little endeavor anytime soon, and I definitely was not giving up my jewelry and nails. So what if it made the wife uncomfortable, she will have to get used to it.
He just watched me, he let me come in to talk all dressed up in my sparkly pink dress, black stockings, and white strappy heels. I could tell he loved my lashes, they were long and dark brown hidden by my femme glasses. He always looked directly at me, especially when my toes made contact with his cock. I was always surprised he could still talk to me while he was hard and dripping onto my nylon toes.
"Well, Geri can you leave your feminine clothes at work, or a storage locker?
"I guess."
"If your wife doesn't see them, then there should be no problems."
"Mmm." Now that I started thinking about things, I did have a place at work, and an extra room. This way my female items would be out of the house, so when Lilly snooped she wouldn't find anything but Christmas ornaments and old towels where my wardrobe used to be. And she did like to snoop, that was one of her hobbies.
Usually, I was alone at the office, the other two mostly just visited and set up different jobs on location. Becoming Geraldine was now becoming a tri-weekly thing for me, having my clothes at work instead of hidden at home was such a great idea. At about 4 o'clock I would change into one of my dresses and heels. Sometimes even my long black gown, with little thin spaghetti straps showing off my femme shoulders and arms. Unfortunately, I didn't have time for a complete makeup job, but I always wore one of my wigs and earrings. Just relaxing as a woman was enough for me, as I lovingly stroked my legs and breasts. As I took a couple of pictures of course. As I uploaded so many pictures and videos to my social website. I was becoming much more popular, I was getting even better at becoming this sexually charged woman and my followers knew it.
But the best thing was Fridays, I lived to get out of the house and wear something stunning, sexy, and usually short. That's where I met another CD, another blonde, and another beautiful husband who got caught by another ignorant wife. She brought the wine, I brought the nibbles and Dr. Reagan well he had the nipples. We would tag team the poor old guy, she in front of him sucking his hairy chest, making lip prints on his stomach and neck. Then me in the back, rubbing my breasts on him, my hands playing with his hard cock, jerking him off, ready to shoot all over Bree and her dress. We soon became his favorite patients and his favorite girlfriends. I even had pictures of the three of us on my social media sites. So much ass, silicone breasts, and of course pix of my toes digging into his balls. My pictures were quite different than before the therapy.
*
"God, that was so long ago. It was great fun but things are even more fun now, right Sabrina?"
"Ha, of course, you are always right."
***
Now...
The cocktail hour was in full swing, everyone was eating and meeting, I had other ideas. "Geri!" Over here!" I was waving, I was showing off my long red nails, "C'mon, I wanna dance."
I had Bill's arm as I walked into the dead center of the dance floor. I was ready to show my moves, I have been dancing for years. Geraldine followed Archie, they started moving before they even left the maze of tables. I was holding a huge man, wide, tall, gorgeous, and dark, I couldn't wait to show him off and dance. I couldn't wait to feel him get hard as he held me.
I waved this time to the DJ, stack of records and CDs, well compact discs, surrounding him. "How 'bout something to dance to baby!"
He waved back, the room started to vibrate, the pop-punk of the last track was lost in the new bassline.
'More than a woman
More than a woman to me.'
The Bee Gees were singing, I stood still, I hated this song, it sounded like a novelty track to me. I walked over to the DJ with Geri and the two men. "We need something better, we need something we could feel."
Bill, tapped his headphones, "Scuse me."
"Huh?"
I put my long finger on his chest, I gave him my best smile, "Baby, what does this song even mean? Please play something else, play Gloria Gaynor, Tavares, Donna Summer." I smiled, I was nice, I was always nice. 'More than a Woman,' petered out as Donna started to sing, as we made our way back to the middle of the dance floor surrounded by Archie and Bill's relatives.
'Heaven knows, heaven knows, heaven knows
Ooh, I feel love, I feel love
I feel love, I feel love, I feel love'
Geri and I knew how to move, knew how to entice the men in front of us. We started at arm's length, then they pulled us closer, pressing their harder bodies against us. My long nails d****d around Bill's neck, my eyes at the level of his lips. Even in my heels, he was so much taller, I couldn't wait to climb this mountain of a man later.
I watched Geri move closer to Archie, watched him grind into her. I heard her moan, even over the bassline of 'I Feel Love.'
I rubbed myself against Bill, feeling him get hard against my belly, the silkiness of my dress. We started to kiss, his tongue inside of me. I had my arms around his neck pulling him in closer. I loved making out with him, he was so gentle, and he knew how to make me crazy. My panties were getting wet already, with him my libido was always on overdrive, I was always just on the edge of an orgasm. His fingers traced the slight ripple of my panties through my dress.
Suddenly I felt someone behind me, my eyes opened wide as I smelled Geraldine's perfume. We were back to back as we slowed down our dancing. I felt our perfect dresses rustle against each other, felt her ass against mine.
"Bill, kiss me again."
I tugged at his shoulders, pulling his face toward me as my ass rubbed against Geri, as Archie pushed her more and more into me, as we tried not to collide with the other dancers. I felt Bill's hands on my sides, felt him move towards Geri, rubbing her as we danced. I soon felt other hands in my hair, saw Archies huge fingers in my peripheral vision. The four of us ground together as the music got louder, the bass got stronger and Donna Summer started having an orgasm of her own, feeding into our excitement. Suddenly I let my thighs wander up to Bill's crotch, I ground against his hardening manhood, rubbing as I wiggled against Geri's silky ass.
"I have to cum baby," Bill whispered in my ear as I slid my fingers over his hard cock, massaging him through the gaberdine of his pants. He kissed my cheek and started nibbling my ear, my golden hoop sliding around his lips.
I shivered, thinking about how many times I have made him orgasm in the last couple of weeks, how happy I was making him. "Mmm, do you think anyone knows I have your hard dick in my grip?" My long nails grazed over his manhood
"Hehe, don't think so, we should be fine."
I put more pressure on him, kneading him with the heel of my palm. I then lightly held his balls as we still danced, playing, lightly squeezing, as my lower body wiggled some more against Geri. And then he started to cum, he made a pleasurable sound, I heard Archie making the same low grunt, both the men were having another orgasm, but this time in front of their friends and families. In front of one of the sisters, the MC, in front of the DJ, and an older woman in a wheelchair. I kept pressing onto the front of his pants, feeling the wetness, as I felt a wave drown over me, the warmth from my own orgasm. My body vibrated as I held onto Bill's perfect cock. He then bent down and kissed me as I slightly sighed into his lips, wishing we were back in the room on sixteen.
My mind was wandering: Why did we ever leave? I was quite happy hidden in a hotel room with a tall, broad-shouldered handsome black man. I loved a good hotel room, it reminded me of years ago, practicing and hiding from the wife.
We turned, we watched Geri grind more into Archie, both of them hanging on for life. Both seemed to forget there were people surrounding them as they sighed into each other's lips. "Wow, that was great. We should do that more often." Archie grabbed his woman, making out and feeling her body through her thin dress. He led her away, back towards the tables, back further from the strains of Donna Summer and her sexy moaning. She looked back, she gave me a wink, I could tell she was up to something, Geri not Donna, something that would make me nervous, something that would get us into trouble.
Something we would talk about forever.
*
So after finding our table... we finally met the sister's daughters, we met a couple of friends, we even met Archie and Bill's k**s.
"I hope you two are treating our fathers like kings." One of the little daughters said to us.
"We are," I smiled, "They have never had it so good." I squeezed Bill's arm, I made him look at me, made him look at my lashes and blue eyes.
The little daughter suddenly threw her arms around me, kissed my cheek, then kissed Geri's. "Perfect, and I hope they are treating you two the same, but EVEN better."
"They are, if they stop being nice to us you will be the first one we contact." I gave Bill a look, I smushed my face, and tightened my lips. I could look cute from across the room.
"Ha, no need to worry about that, you will always be my..."
And I shushed him, my finger on his lips. I knew what word he was going to use. I kissed him instead, I didn't consider myself a, um, queen. Geri knew what I was doing and she shook her head. She loved that word. We watched the k**s move back towards the bar, back towards their friends, they all seemed quite friendly, nice, and well-adjusted. I watched them mingle and imagined having step-c***dren, I fantasized about getting a Mother's Day card one day.
After we lightly nibbled, we glided around the hall, the men pointing out and introducing us to people they knew and wanted us to meet. I met so many, I got invited to so many functions. I was hoping my social life would be out of control, I would love that, I would have to go shopping. We made the rounds, Geri and I loved swaying in our dresses, feeling the music, letting the fabric swish around our nylon legs. We realized that our men were not only great lovers but also very popular.
"The ex-wives are here somewhere," Archie was looking around, over the heads of the dancers and waiters. "Do you two want to meet them?"
"Mmm..." I was ambivalent, but I knew I had no choice in the matter.
"Sure, why not. Might as well show off my golden legs." Geri smiled as we moved past more relatives, a beautiful hostess, and a tray of champagne. She grabbed a couple of glasses and handed them back to us. I know I was going to need a drink before I met Bill's ex-wife. Maybe they would let me pass out before I had to be nice.
"Ah, there they are sitting at a table, hidden in the back." We followed Archie as he made a path through the wedding party, the lights were dimmer, the music was a little lower. "Those two are always hidden in the back."
Older women, drinking coffee, ignored us while we stood beside them. Bill went and touched one of the ladies' shoulders, "Claudia, hi."
She turned, she had an annoyed look on her face, then she saw Geri and me. We smiled, of course, we could be quite pleasant when we needed to be. I held out my hand, I wasn't even consciously showing off my red nails. "Hello, I'm Sabrina." She wouldn't take it, she turned, she was looking at the other woman next to her. I could tell we interrupted their quiet time.
Bill held me a little tighter, "Claudia, this is Sabrina."
"Oh, hello."
"And Stef this is Geri." She and Archie moved closer as the ex made a face. Geri wasn't surprised. She gave me that look, you know the one, the one that says, this is gonna be fun. She winked as the two men carried on the conversation. We vowed to have lunch one day together, hang with the k**s, see the houses the men still pay for, pet the dogs. I wasn't looking forward to it, I have seen a house and dog before.
I hung on to Bill, being the quiet girlfriend, leaning my cheek on his shoulder, smiling at the two ladies.
Archie shook Stef's shoulder, "We will talk later."
We got ready to move on but Geri laid a hand on each of the women. "Bree and I will stop by later to compare notes. Maybe you could tell us a few secrets, you know, about the boys."
"No that's okay." Claudia, went back to her colder coffee, the steam noticeably gone.
"Well, when we come over for lunch one day we will teach you two ladies to dance. We have had lessons in disco and Bree is quite proficient at that shuffle dance, or whatever they call it. Next time you are at a wedding maybe you two will have some fun like us. Okay? Bye for now."
"Dance?" I whispered as we shuffled away.
"Mmm, sure, but they're not ever havin' fun. I am guessing we have 'the fun' with us. All they probably need is a good fucking."
"Well everyone needs a good fuck every once in a while," I reasoned.
"A great fuck, you mean." We giggled as we looked at the two men, as she dragged us all back to the dance floor for one more go, one more song before the nuptials were made. Just one more song to make the two exes even more jealous.
*
The organ music ended as we watched the female wedding officiant marry Sal and Joe.
"Sally and Joseph?" I whispered, not really paying attention, I was now drinking Merlot, I was quite happy. Bill's arm was around me the whole time, I was leaning into his side, my nylon leg almost wrapped around his.
"Yes, I told you, baby."
"Mmm." I didn't care, I don't even remember what I wrote on the card. I didn't care about weddings, bridesmaids, four-tier cakes, or marriage in general, I was quite happy dating. I was quite happy falling in love. Geri, I knew loved a good wedding, the romance, even the decorations. Years ago we would go to posh hotels, hang at the bar and then crash some parties, crash weddings. Geri loved making up stories that we were distant relatives, distant ex-lovers of the married couple. She was always someone who should have never been invited to this particular wedding. I tried to stay near the bar, run my long nails over the hot bartenders, but Geri always seemed to get me involved. We had so much fun, we got into so much trouble, but we made quite a few friends along the way.
We also spent two nights in jail, but that's another story.
"And, um, Bill why is the woman marrying them so beautiful, she must be a model or an actress."
"Well, that's Scarlett, she's their friend, someone from college and the neighborhood."
"I now pronounce you man and wife, you may now kiss the bride." And they kissed and everyone cheered including Scarlett, and we all went back onto the dance floor.
I was trying to get as worked up as before, tried to dance as close to Bill as possible, but Geri had other ideas. "Let's go take the tour."
This is where things would get tricky, but I always went along with whatever idea she came up with. "Okay." I sounded positive, but sometimes things backfire.
We kissed the men, let their tongues linger in our mouths, we wanted them to miss us. We left them dancing with their daughters, let them mingle with the friendlier part of the family. We grabbed two more flutes of champagne and I followed Geri to the back of the hall. Past the shrimp boats and little cheeses with flags, past the lines waiting for beef ribs and mini pizzas. Everything looked and smelled so enticing but we hardly ate, we needed to watch our figures.
"Okay, there they are, still at the table."
"Who?" I looked past her, I wanted to see where we were heading.
"The exes, come on let us have some fun."
We moved closer, the two ladies looked quite nervous. I could tell they were hoping we were heading to the restroom and not about to interrupt their quiet chat. I sat next to Claudia, fixing my dress with one hand and holding my delicate glass with the other. I watched Geri inch her way between the two of them. Squeezing, her chair squeaking, she was making the ladies move the chairs slightly away from her.
"Hi again, we've come to chill."
They were both surprised by us entering their comfort zone. The table was empty, everyone was either dancing, eating, or mingling with the newly married couple. I watched Geri, her hands under the table, I imagined she was running her fingers on both of their legs, both wearing perfect polyester blends.
Stef seemed annoyed at the intrusion, "Do you mind?"
"Mmm, pants, at a wedding. Don't you want to show off your legs?" Geri looked up at me, her hands still under the table, the two women in a state of shock. "Bree show them your legs please."
"My legs?"
"Show them what Bill has been licking for the last couple of weeks."
I giggled, I shrugged and stood up. I was quite proud of my legs. I spent five days a week at the gym and I was constantly putting products and lotions on them. They were completely smooth and were my favorite part of my femme-looking body, and Geri knew that. I grabbed my long blue dress, my long nails holding the edge of the slit, and I lifted, slowly letting my beige legs hit the air. I smiled as the three of them watched me. I was sure the two ladies probably didn't even shave their legs that's why they were hidden in the polyester. I could detect a slight smile on all three of their faces, though I am sure Geri's was total concentration, focusing on her fingers.
"Compliment Sabrina's legs, ladies."
"Um, nice," Claudia mumbled, her body suddenly taken over by a shiver.
"Oh!" Stef then made a little yelp as I lifted my dress a little more, showed off my tiny beige panties, and I moved back, letting them see the entirety of my legs down to the five-inch heels. I turned, I shifted as the two exes now held onto the table. They were focused on me, my legs, though their eyes were slightly glazed. I realized what was happening. I moved behind the three of them, leaning on Geris' back and rubbing the two ladies' shoulders. I could see Geri's fingers, her long nails investigating the women's crotches.
She looked up at me, as I caressed the two women, a weird smile on her face. "Nothing like elastic waistbands, huh Sabrina."
"Nothing like it."
And I watched her adept fingers play with the two of them, watching them squirm, watching their bodies trying to keep still. These short, thin women were no match for Geri's arms and digits. Claudia was making low moaning sounds as Geri went deeper, her entire hands in the brown pants of her pantsuit. I could imagine she had at least three fingers inside Claudia's vagina. I moved behind her playing with her hair, letting her get worked up. It didn't take long, she started bouncing on the chair, Geri's fingers now underneath her, pressing, squeezing, teasing.
She yelped, "Oh no!" Her eyes closed, her hand went onto her small chest as she had her orgasm. She mumbled as Geri continued to play. She was giving thanks to god. When the hand came above the table line, she breathed, she leaned back, she relaxed. I am sure she felt like a new woman.
"Fuck, should we be doing this?" Stef asked us. She looked up at me, her eyes were so far away.
I looked around, no one was paying attention to us, and everyone else was having a wonderful time. "Of course, we should."
"Well, I can't stop now, my finger is buried." Geri, giggled again as she put both hands near Stef's crotch. Geri once again inside another pair of brownish pants. One hand fiddling in the panties, another rubbing her legs.
I played with her hair, running my long fingers through it when it suddenly moved. "Oooh, sorry." I fixed it, she was wearing a wig, just like Geri and I. I was wondering why it wasn't nicer, wasn't a little more extra, a little less mousey brown.
Suddenly Stef, yelped, quite loudly. "Huh!" She had a look, begging Geri to stop, but we all knew that wasn't happening. Geri had magic fingers and now these two ladies knew it, I hoped they would also know that we were taking quite good care of their two ex-husbands. "Oh, FUCK!" Another expletive from Stef as her eyes rolled back into her head, as Geri's hand furiously squeezed and entered. "FUCK, FUCK!" I tried to keep my hands on her shoulder, having trouble as she shifted all over the chair, I'm sure making it quite wet.
Stef, leaned back as she slightly dipped in her chair.
Geri laughed, as her hands finally became visible. "Ah, that was fun. Don't forget, dancing lessons." She winked and then stood up, fixing her dress, lifting the hem higher, and showing off her own black and gold legs. "And next time y'all go to a wedding, wear dresses and stockings, pants are for men." She laughed again as we walked past the table out into the hall.
I was smiling, sometimes Geri was crazy, sometimes she went over the top but we always had fun. "I am sure those two never had such professional fingers in their bodies before, ha. I wasn't expecting that."
"Neither were they. The two of them were so hairy. Okay let me wash up, it is one thing having man juice on your fingers, quite another having old lady juice, haha."
We walked into the ladies' room, the music still playing, still seeping into the walls.
There was a blonde woman in front of the mirror. Now there will be three of us. "Hi, I see you were teasing the old spinsters?" It was Scarlett, the young woman who performed the ceremony.
Geri just smiled, "Did we? I don't tease, that's not my style."
Scarlett giggled and smiled at our reflections.
We washed. Geri washed thrice, we fixed our lips, brushed our hair, and the three of us went back to enjoy the wedding. Geri and I grabbed the men and took a little nibble. Oh, and of course, we should have more champagne, if I can only find a server.
"More champagne, please," I called hopefully, right in the middle of a chorus.
'Love to love you, baby, baby
Love to love you, baby, baby
Love to love you, baby, 'bout to love'
"Here you go." Scarlett, the pinkish blonde was on top of things. I was glad someone besides me understood the importance of alcohol on the dance floor.
'Love to love you, baby, baby
Love to love you, baby, baby'
We listened to Donna Summer moan some more as we danced and held onto the men, their eyes glued to our new dresses, especially our decolletage. The promise of a wonderful night in their eyes. I put my hand on Bill's cheek, I smiled, he could never imagine how happy he was making me, or how wet my panties were becoming.
I was thinking, I guess sometimes a wedding wasn't so bad. I glanced over at Geri and gave her a wink. She winked back and then gave me that look, you know the one, the look that meant things were going to get a lot more interesting.
Oh no, she was up to something else... and I was hoping and praying it involved more champagne...
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End of Part 3
1 year ago
