Dry Clean Only. [M/F] | 2016

There are a few instances from my past "adventures" that I feel both guilty and aroused, simultaneously. Not the best cocktail, but certainly unavoidable for me at times. This account is about one such event.

A former friend-with-benefits - let's call her Cat - had just been married not two months before. Prior to her marriage I made it clear that I probably wouldn't ever stop lusting after her (she had the most adorably perfect tiny breasts and wonderful tattoos), but I would do my best to be a great friend.

Fast forward another month later. She was just settling back into normal life after her whirlwind honeymoon through France. Her husband, a corporate attorney for a multinational company, was back in France on business. She was lonely, bored and as it turns out, frisky. But I'll get to that.

We made a date to watch movies at her place and I arrived with a six pack and set up shop, settling into her couch and drinking as we watched and playing with her dog (she put her dog away at one point). At one point, as one of the movies wound down, we teased each other about marriage and the girl I had just broken up with. (amicably - no great story there.) I gave her a solid pinch on the hip which lead to a playful wrestling match on her living room rug.

Pressing pause for a moment: She wasn't wearing anything risque or inviting - she was simply comfortable, as I was, and I had no intention of making my lust known. We'd always had great chemistry but she was a married woman now (My track record with married woman is not great, however). I wanted to be a good friend and behave myself... but maybe fortunately for us both, she had other plans.

I don't think she made any bones about marrying for money. She came from a poor family and managed to hook a relatively wealthy husband. Whatever her reasons - unimportant to this story - she was still open to playing outside the boundaries of the marriage she just entered... and I wasn't about to stop her.

At one point during our playful fighting I stood up to get another beer. I was growing hard from the contact with her and was doing my best to cool off. Stepping into her kitchen I opened two beers only to turn around and find her there, attempting to sneak up on me. Another play battle ensued and it was then, quite unexpectedly, she lunged forward and kissed me hard. Though off-balance, I returned the kiss, my hands looping around her thin waist and pulling her close. She murmured about the clear signs of my arousal between us before snaking a hand and stroking me through my jeans.

At that point, quite naturally, all bets were off.

My hands re-explored her - the fact she was a married woman somehow making it a guilty pleasure to reclaim old territory. I picked her up and placed her on the kitchen counter, yanking off her own jeans, and stroking her through her panties as our tongues danced. Soon my mouth navigated down her body and tasted her, tugging the panties off and leaving them (along with the remainders of our clothes) littering the kitchen floor. Using my fingers to spread her gently I licked and sucked her until she was a shaking mess. One of the things I'd always adored of her was how wet she could become, and this moment was no exception. I licked and sucked her greedily before she pushed me back panting.

"I've got a pain in my back!" She laughed, sliding off the countertop and shakily pressing against me to kiss. "Mmm." She remarked, tasting some of her own wetness from my lips. She grabbed my hand and dragged me upstairs to the master bedroom. It felt a little strange being in another mans domain, but she and the bed were so very inviting.

It was then I saw it - her wedding dress - hanging on the closet door. She was about to place it in storage, she'd said, and it had been there since before the honeymoon.

I remarked, playfully, that she'd looked amazing in the dress. (I wasn't at the wedding but saw pictures). As she sucked my cock and my mind drifted in between pleasure... I told her quite candidly that I wanted to fuck her in it.

She withdrew my cock from her mouth, an evil grin on her lips. "Seriously?" She whispered.

I nodded. "It would be hot." I replied, my cock aching to be back in her mouth or - better still - filling her up.

Giggling like a madwoman she darted to the closet, grabbed the dress, and disappeared into the master bathroom. She darted back out, grabbing something from within a dresser, and then went back into the bathroom.

The dress was a simple one - nothing of the elaborate dresses you might see on TV - but still very clearly a wedding dress with a long skirt. Almost ten agonizingly long minutes later, she reappeared... dressed as she had been on her wedding day save for shoes.

"Can you zip me up?" She said, turning. I stood there naked, zipping the back of the dress and hooking the eye hooks together. My cock, briefly calmed by the delay, suddenly leaped back to life: This was happening.

She demurely walked to the bed, smiling coyly at me, and sat on the edge. Pulling the long skirt up she exposed white thigh-high stockings and the garter she'd worn that day. Pulling the skirt up still further she exposed the lacy white panties she'd apparently worn then, too. She gave me an evil smirk and beckoned me over.

I was stunned but absolutely invested in this incredibly naughty adventure. I practically sprinted to the bed, kissing and stroking her through her panties. The fabric of the dress made rasping noises as we played, adding to the sounds of moans and gasps. I worked her panties off, throwing them down, and pausing only to slide on a condom, I entered her hard and deep, made easier by how soaked she'd become.

While slightly cumbersome, the dress didn't present any particular disadvantages as I fucked my sweet friend. The image of her on all fours, dress pulled up around her hips exploding in a white flower framing her gorgeous ass and dripping pussy are locked deep inside my memory vault. She even managed to ride me aggressively, her bodice slipping down to expose her hard nipples. When she came she was on her back, the dress crumpled beneath her, and she gushed. An amazing amount of girl cum flooded from her and pushed me right over the edge with her. I pulled out, yanked off the condom, and came hard, not really paying attention to where I was aiming but assuming I was spraying her pussy lips as we'd done in the past (a favorite request of hers).

Gasping and feeling like we'd just ran a marathon, we collapsed together like giggling madmen.

An hour later, after another romp not involving the dress, we surveyed the damage. Her dress had been soaked - both by her and my own cum contribution. It was quite clear it had been "used" and there was a brief panic on what to do about it. But I barely cared - I'd satisfied an incredible fantasy and had my friend again.

When her husband arrived home from business a few days later she hurriedly packed it in it's storage bag and brought it to the dry-cleaner. When he asked in passing she said the dog had peed on it.

...I guess in a sense that was true. I was marking my territory. ;)

She eventually moved to North Carolina with him, too far away to engage any further, but we remain friends to this day. And occasionally, jokingly, refer to our amazing "Wedding night".