There's a reason so many sex stories happen at weddings and it's definitely the amount of alcohol. As cliché as it is, I'm now able to add a new story to the mix.

I'm not exactly proud of what I did.

I went to my friend's wedding a few days ago, she's a really good friend of mine but I don't really know most of her friends. We're friends from school, and I think nowadays most of her tight knit circle is from when she went to uni and her work friends. I'm honestly not the most socially adept person so it was a little nerve-wracking to me, which has two consequences- I stayed with the couple of people I did know for most of the night, and I drank a lot in the hopes it'd loosen my tongue and ease the nerves.

My outfit on the day was a royal blue dress, medium cut on the chest although no cleavage from my small b/c cup tits was to be found, and a high cut up over one leg showing off basically the entire thigh. My ass and thighs are what I like to describe as "approaching-thicc", overall I'm not chubby but I'm not athletic, either. Kind of average and weirdly proportioned, more like a cone than an hourglass. But I am proud of my butt and legs. I had my shoulder length brown hair tied up with a butterfly clip, and matching blue makeup around my brown eyes. Bright red lipstick which was a nightmare to keep reapplying, but looked good. And some blue classy sandals, respectfully fuck high heels on a dance floor!

As much as I appreciated the company of those I knew a bit better I still felt pretty self-conscious of following them around like a lost lamb. So after quite a few glasses of prosecco and aperol spritz, and at least one tequila shot, I ended up on the dance floor alone. I had a really cute moment with the little girl of who-knows-which couple, who said she loved my dress and it was her favourite colour! That really made me happy. We had a little "dance" where I spun her around and she giggled until she said she was too dizzy and had to go sit down.

As I was waving goodbye to her as she ran off in a very not straight line, I suddenly felt a hand on my ass. It got a good handful and squeezed. I kind of jumped and spun round- I've never been groped out of nowhere in public like that. I hear it happen to my girl friends all the time but I never thought I had the body to attract that attention- I don't even get catcalls.

The man, who we'll call Jake, was conventionally attractive- clearly an athletic build, taller than me, a clearly maintained 5 o clock shadow and stunning amber eyes, with a short hairstyle. He had a devious grin on his face that told me the booty squeeze was fully intentional. He looked me dead in the eyes and said, "Hey hot stuff." I instantly blushed but smiled, I felt myself melting. I think I squeaked out a hey back and introduced myself as Abbie, put one hand on my hip and one kn my shoulder, and he said his name was Jake and he saw me bending over from across the room. I didn't know what to say, my mind was short-circuiting at his insane forwardness. I wasn't not into it, I just couldn't process a response. I just blushed and giggled.

We danced for a bit- his hand actually stayed a reasonable distance away from my ass after the squeeze- and then went to the bar. He ordered us two Jaeger Bombs each, a drink I haven't had since uni, and we both downed them. I had an alarm bell ringing saying "He's trying to get you too drunk to function!" but I was kind of enamored. Before they had any chance to impact me though, he grabbed my hand and said, "I know a quiet spot" and I let him drag me off.

We ended up going outside, past the carpark and into a wooded area with picnic benches. The sun was just about setting so it wasn't dark but it was getting there. He gently pushed me to sit on top of one of the benches and spread my legs, running a hand up my thigh, pushing my dress out the way to reveal my lacy blue panties. I let out a small moan just at his hand going up my thigh, I was probably already wet by then. He wasted no time pushing my panties to the side and rubbing my clit. He was EXPERIENCED. God it felt so good. His other hand grasped my thigh, getting a good handful. I kept panting and moaning, trying to keep quiet, for fear of being overheard. He started using his tongue on my clit while a finger went straight into my pussy, curled up and hit just the right spot- he started slow but got faster and faster and he absolutely undid me. Waves of pleasure crashed through me and I could feel it building, my moans got louder despite my best efforts, and I came so hard. As I was convulsing he didn't stop, rubbing my sweet spot over and over and I felt like I melted under his touch, the orgasm got stronger as it went on until I squirted all over his face, screaming as I did. When I did that he started to slow down and I saw him look up at me with that devious smile again. I felt pretty embarrassed at getting him soaked but he definitely seemed to like it.

He got up and unzipped his trousers, taking out his fully erect cock. I'm no cock connoisseur but it looked nice to me, pleasantly sized, a little thicker than the ones I had been used to previously. I, very shakily, got off the bench and got to my knees. I don't know if he wanted to fuck me then or what but I felt like he deserved my mouth like he'd given it to me. I put my red lips around his cock and started working the head slowly, licking at it. Normally I LOVE a sloppy blowjob but I was kind of still aware of my expensive dress and the fact I needed to still be presentable, so I toned it down a bit. I took it into my mouth further but didn't end up deep throating it, despite my urges. I think he could tell I was being a little conservative, but his grunts were still positive sounding. After a little he gently pushed me off his cock and asked me to bend over against the bench. I complied without hesitation.

I pointed my ass at him, and he lifted my dress up over my hips to fully expose me. He pulled down my panties to my knees and I felt his cock brush against my pussy. His cock was wet from my saliva, my pussy was wet from his, and my squirt. He wasted no time sliding it in effortlessly. Fuck. It felt so good, the thickness made me feel full and really helped him hit my sweet spot again. He started slow, thrusting into me, holding my ass tightly, I could feel his nails. As he got faster I moaned louder again, and his grip got tighter. It hurt but I liked it. Occasionally he'd stop gripping with a hand to stroke my entire cheek, feeling it all over. I could tell he was an ass guy. After the third time he did that I couldn't resist anymore. I'd never had this done but I knew I had wanted to try it, and it just slipped out in between squeaks and moans. I whimpered to him, "Spank me." I felt him speed up almost instantly, I imagine excited I'd given him the permission, and fuck, did he spank me. The first one was a clean, hard slap, I could feel my cheek jiggle with it and the motion of the thrusting. It stung in just the right way. I moaned extra loud and sensually to tell him I liked it, and he read the sign perfectly, giving my other cheek a slap. I imagined how good his handprints probably looked on my ass. The whole sensation helped tip me closer to the edge, and I tightened my muscles in response- this combined with the spanking I think also did wonders for Jake, and seconds after I started cumming, he suddenly did a few really hard thrusts deep inside, shooting his load into me. I gripped the bench and trembled while he gave my ass a few last hits, and he pulled out of me and I stayed slumped on the bench for what felt like a few more minutes. After I'd calmed down I was a bit disgruntled that he came inside me without asking and without a condom, but god did it feel good.

He helped me stand up and I pulled my panties up- his fucking cum dripping out still, now dripping into my panties. Only after I did that did he get out a napkin and I cleaned up my leg where it had slid down my thigh, too. I sorted out my dress and brushed the dirt off as best as I could- it didn't look too bad to be honest, thankfully the benches were metal modern ones and not those moss covered wooden ones. We said a few words like "that was good" and stuff, laughing back to the venue- it had gotten dark by that point. He got me to give him my number and said he needed to go to the bathroom- I also went to clean my makeup and pussy up a bit. Although the damage was done, my panties were wet with his cum.

I came back into the main room and I saw him a ways off with a girl, who he had his arm wrapped around tightly. Then he kissed her, not just a peck, like a full kiss. I sat besides my closer friend and asked if she knew those two- she said yeah, they were Jake and Katie, and they were engaged. She said I'd probably not seen Katie around much tonight as her sister had drank too much and Katie was looking after her, holding her hair back in the bathroom. I just kind of sat there shocked. I didn't know what to think. His cum was still inside me, on my panties. I still don't know what to think to be honest. They looked happy together and Katie was an absolute stunner- slim, athletic, nicer tits than me. I noticed she didn't really have an ass. I can't help but wonder if that's what he wanted.

So, it's been a few days, I took some plan B and a lot of hangover relief stuff the day after. The whole experience was really, really hot, but I don't know how I feel about being a homewrecker. He hasn't texted yet but he has my number, and I have his cum still stained on my panties which I sure as hell have been tempted to sniff. What should I do if he does text? I've rarely orgasmed through penetrative sex, never on a first fuck, so I know it was something special... I don't know, my head hurts thinking about the moralities right now. I just can't stop thinking about the sex.