Chapter 1 — Wedding Reception

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. All characters are adults aged 18 or over.

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It was a summer day pouring with rain. I found myself attending a friend's belated wedding.

My friend had always been a loner back in school—what you'd call a "ta" type—and had almost no friends.

The bride was 30—not young, but tall, with fair skin and a voluptuous figure that made her strikingly sensual.

Given her age, her three closest friends had come to the wedding—all married women in their prime.

And every one of them was stunning. I inwardly congratulated myself for coming, silently waiting for the ceremony to end.

Shortly after, the ceremony wrapped up, and my friend was arguing at a distance with the bride.

Apparently, because of the rain, their honeymoon had to be postponed. On top of that, three of the bride's female friends had shown up, but none had boyfriends or husbands with them—so the reception was turning into a mess, and she was clearly frustrated.

I approached my friend and told him not to worry—I'd take full responsibility for the reception, including the bride and her friends. All he had to do was follow my lead.

Only then did the bride seem to relax a little. She gathered her friends around.

Five of us in total. I drove them all toward Haeundae, figuring I'd also settle on a place for my friend's first wedding night.

I'd reserved two rooms at a luxury hotel, just in case, then led them to a nearby raw fish restaurant to kick things off properly.

The rain was coming down in sheets. Everyone was soaked. The women's formal clothes clung tightly to their bodies, revealing every sensual curve.

Two of them stood out immediately—first, the bride herself, and second, the woman sitting beside me.

She was petite, slightly thin, but her breasts were noticeably large. Her sense of style—her tailored outfit, her makeup—was refined, elegant, not vulgar or cheap at all.

She'd married two years ago and lived in Daejeon, visiting Busan just for her friend's wedding.

But her expression seemed a little dull, not particularly cheerful.

After a few rounds of drinks, the mood began to rise. Bottles emptied quickly. My friend, a light drinker, was already flushed red in the face—same with the bride.

With the honeymoon canceled due to rain, they were both letting loose.

The woman beside me, away from home, drank quite a bit too. And since she was the bride's closest friend, the bride kept forcing more drinks on her.

The other women sipped along, matching the mood. The atmosphere grew thick and ripe.

My friend, who'd expected the reception to be a disaster, now looked genuinely thrilled at how things were turning out—thanks to me.

After two hours, around eight in the evening, the first round began winding down. Two of the women had to leave early—kids to take care of—and stood up first.

So the four of us—groom, bride, the woman beside me, and I—headed to a nightclub.

The woman beside me stood to leave too, but the bride stopped her, saying she should stay and unwind, that she could head to Daejeon tomorrow instead. So she stayed.

The hotel nightclub was top-tier. I booked the largest private room, ordered whiskey, and we started singing. Everyone got drunk fast.

The women, feeling hot, had taken off their blazers and were now in just their blouses—extremely sensual.

Especially the woman beside me—her skin was slightly dark, glistening with sweat, glowing under the dim lights.

She looked incredibly tempting. I couldn't help but think how much I wanted to sleep with her.

A little later, the bride grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the dance floor for a slow blues.

My friend seemed passed out from drinking.

I tried to dance normally, but she suddenly threw herself into me, wrapping both arms around my neck.

Her breasts pressed firmly against my chest—I could clearly feel their soft, warm weight.

Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around her waist.

Without realizing it, a strange emotion surged through me. Slowly, I slid my hands down, caressing her buttocks.

Through the thin fabric, I could feel the outline of her panties.

Then, gently, I moved one hand to the front, pressing against her crotch and rubbing. She let out a soft moan and slightly arched her hips back.

So I used my fingers to trace the curve of her ass. She moaned louder, clearly aroused.

A moment later, she reached down and placed her hand on my cock—already stiff. She rubbed it, her moans growing louder.

Then she unzipped my pants, slipped her hand inside, and started stroking.

"Wow!!! So hot… so good…" she whispered, breathless.

I slid my hand under her skirt, pushed her panties aside, and slipped a finger into her slit.

She was already soaked—drenched in arousal.

A truly hot woman.

On her wedding night—excited like this, soaked and trembling, in the arms of her husband's friend.

A little later, we kept dancing slowly, pleasuring each other with our hands, lost in sensation.

Then she leaned in and whispered in my ear:

"Let's stop here for now. Next time… it's our first night, after all. But take good care of my friend tonight. Next time… definitely with me…"

Then she pulled away.

We returned to the private room. My friend was asleep. The bride's friend was quietly singing a soft tune to herself.

It was getting late. I led the group up to the hotel rooms.

I put the bride and groom into one room, then entered the other room with the bride's friend.

An awkward silence hung in the air.

She seemed more sober now.

I went straight to the shower. The bathroom was completely made of glass—everything inside was visible from the room.

While showering, I watched her. She walked over to her phone and made a call.

Seemed like she was calling her husband in Daejeon.

I stepped out, wrapped only a towel around my waist, and lay down on the bed first.

She hesitated for a moment, then slowly began undressing—starting from the top.

Blazer. Silk blouse. Skirt.

Her skin, slightly dark, glistened under the moonlight.

Wow!!! What an incredible body.

A beautiful woman undressing from behind—truly a fantasy.

I'd moved to the bed just to enjoy the view.

She reached behind, unhooked her bra, then slowly covered her large breasts with both hands as she turned and walked into the shower.

As she walked, her breasts swayed—making my cock instantly hard.

She washed herself thoroughly, especially between her legs.

A little later, she stepped out wrapped in a towel and lay down on the bed beside me.

Shy, she turned her back to me, lying sideways.

I turned toward her, gently pulled the towel away,

and slowly, using only the tips of my fingers, began to trace her body—starting from her head.

Hair. Nose. Lips. Nape. Chest. Breasts. Nipples—already stiff.

Down her stomach, to her navel. The mound of her pussy. Clitoris. The wet slit—already dripping arousal. Then her anus.

Back up—her buttocks, thighs, calves…

I moved incredibly slowly, using only my fingertips. She twitched and moaned softly. The mood thickened.

Then I switched to my tongue.

Starting from her toes, I licked and sucked my way up—her moans growing louder.

I laid her flat on her back and slowly licked upward.

She was so aroused she began touching her own breasts.

I moved up her calves, knees, thighs—then deliberately skipped her pussy, moving straight to her navel, swirling my tongue around it.

She tilted her head back, biting her lip to suppress her moans.

I licked her large breasts, gently bit her nipples. Her neck. Then slipped my tongue into her ear.

She whimpered, "I can't… I can't take it… please… do something…"

When I licked her ear, she writhed uncontrollably, moaning into my shoulder.

After a moment, I stopped all movement and stared down at her from above.

She stared back. We held that gaze for about three minutes.

Then I pressed my lips to hers—deep, burning kiss.

She responded instantly, sucking my tongue like she'd been waiting for this.

A moment later, I flipped into a 69 position, spread her legs, and started sucking her pussy.

In the moonlight, her slit glistened, soaked in arousal—deep red, thick with hair.

I slowly sucked her opening, flicked her clitoris.

Her reaction was quiet, but her excitement was peaking.

Juices kept seeping out, running down toward her anus, dripping wet.

At the same time, she was stroking my cock and licking my anus with her tongue.

That surprised me. She blew warm breath, licked my anus with her tongue—I felt like I was going insane.

Once again, the rule proved true: never rush a woman.

I spread her legs wider, exposing her anus, and sucked it deeply.

Then I pushed a finger into her pussy, pressing hard. She clenched and released, clearly aroused.

When I raised my knees, she grabbed my cock and started sucking it.

She took it deep into her throat, pulled it out, then licked the head with her tongue, nibbled with her teeth.

Softness and sharp sensation alternated—utterly intoxicating.

I slowly inserted a finger into her well-lubricated anus—her own juices and my saliva made it slick.

She gasped, "Uh?? Uh???" in pain.

But soon, the moans grew louder.

A little later, I climbed on top of her, slowly guiding my cock to her pussy, pushing in.

She kept gasping, "Uh?? Uh???" as she slowly took me in.

Incredibly hot—and tight. Perfect.

I started slow, then harder, adjusting my rhythm.

Until then, she'd been holding back her moans—but now they burst out, loud and intense.

I lifted my upper body, hooked her legs over my shoulders, and thrust deep.

She screamed, "I'm going crazy!"—louder and louder.

Her face, twisted in pleasure. Her large breasts bouncing with every thrust.

I was at my peak.

But I didn't want to come yet.

I kept changing positions, thrusting for what felt like forever. She must have climaxed two or three times.

Then I pulled out of her pussy, slowly guided my cock to her anus, and pushed in.

She gasped again, "Uh?? Uh???" as she took me.

But she was soaked, and I'd already loosened her with my finger—so it slid in smoothly.

The tightness was even better.

Soon, she was moaning again, clearly enjoying it.

A moment later, I felt my climax approaching.

She sensed it—whispered softly:

"It's my fertile period…"

I pulled my cock out of her ass and came—directly onto her face and breasts.

A heavy load—copious cum splattered across her skin.

Slowly, I spread it with my hand—over her breasts, her stomach, her buttocks.

She shivered as the sticky warmth coated her body, the sensation reigniting.

Then, slowly, she curled into my arms.

Nearly an hour and a half of sex—ended like that.