Our wedding was going to be everything my wife and I had wanted. It was all set to be a small affair with close friends and family.

My lovely fiancé, Hannah was particularly excited about being able to see her best friend from sence first days of college, also named Hannah. Hannah was set to be my fiancé Maid-of-Honor for the wedding. It had been three years since we had seen her in person. A few years after college she traded one coast for another looking for work and freedom. We have missed her.

Hannah had one ask when it came to being the Maid-of-Honor. The flight over had been quite expensive and she needed a place to stay. We offered her the guest room in our house. We thought it would be good to have an extra set of hands around and Hannah and I had always been willing to share when it came to her.

I had taken a few days off work to be around to help with wedding preparations. We were only two days out from the wedding and the tailor for the dress was just now getting to the final fitting today at 2pm. My Hannah was understandably anxious over this. She asked if I could go to the airport and pick up her Hannah. I was glad to help out. I have known her just as long as my Hannah had. We were good friends and I have missed her too.

I pulled up to the arrival terminal at the airport around 11am. I messaged Hannah to tell her I was there. When she came out of the terminal and saw me she had a big smile gave a wave. I returned the smile and the wave. She ran up and gave me a hug. I took her luggage and put it in the trunk of my car. During the drive home she and I caught up. She told me about her new life across the country and all the work she was getting, about how she loves the distance from her overbearing family, and about how she misses her friends she left behind.

Eventually we made it to the subject of the wedding. I told Hannah how my Hannah was stressed over the dress and how she was getting ready for the final fitting. She made a lude joke about how I could help my Hannah release some stree with my tongue. I joked back saying she was welcome to give a helping hand. We both laughed knowing it would not have been the first time she lent a helping hand.

We made it to the house. Hannah ran inside to see my Hannah, leaving her luggage for me. I went to take her luggage to the guest room. Passing them, I watched them embrace and hold each other. Maid of Honor Hannah told me to leave the smaller bag as it had a gift for my Hannah’s eyes only. She clearifyed it was a gift for us both but it was only for them to know about. My Hannah said it would have to wait. She had a fitting to get to and wanted her Hannah to join.

I left them to go to the fitting. I had other wedding errands that I had plan to run.

I returned to the house later in the evening. My Hannah's car was in the drive so I knew they were both home. I entered the house and did not see either of them in the kitchen or living room. As I rounded the stairs I could hear them talking. Their voices sounded like they were coming from the bedroom. I rounded the stairs, soft and slow. From the top you could see into the bedroom without being totally visible. The Maid-of-Honor was sitting one the edge of the bed while my Bride-to-Be was standing in the center of the room.

I saw the gift Hannah had bought my Hannah. It was a bridal lingerie set. White lace adorned her body. The time she had spent tanning paid off. Her caramel tan skin provided a pleasant contrast to the white of the set. The top formed a v-shape down her cleavage, both sides hugging her breast. The set looked to provide no support, but she didn't need it. The top connected to a garter belt that held up white lace-topped thigh highs. As my Bride-to-Be turned to show her Maid-of-Honor, I could see the bottoms better - a white thong. Much like the top, it was the perfect accessory to her caramel cheeks.

This was truly a gift I would enjoy.

I thought about leaving so as to not spoil the surprise more than I already had, but I heard them start to talk.

Maid-of-Honor Hannah told my Hannah that she wasn't wearing the thong right, she had it under the garter. She told her she should wear it over the garter. My Hannah didn't understand, she's not the type to wear a lot of complex sets like this. Maid-of-Honor Hannah went one to explain, “wear them over so, on our wedding night, your husband can slide them off like this.”

Maid-of-Honor Hannah layed back on the bed, playfully pulling her dress up. “Just like this”, she said and mimed pulling her panties off. “Stop” my Hannah said, dragging out the word and slapping her Hannah's thigh. They both laughed.

I quickly ducked back to not be seen. I thought about making some noise on the stairs and saying I'm home so they would know to shut the door. I just couldn't stop watching. Thank God I didn't.

I heard Hannah ask my fiancé “what she thought I'd like the most?”

My fiancé looked as though she was eyeing herself up and down in the mirror, moving her hand around the lace. She snapped the elastic part of the garter that connected the belt to the stocking. “He's always loved thigh highs”, she said. Still eyeing herself in the mirror, her hands began to move up until they reached her breasts. “But I think this will be his favorite,” she said, pulling the fabric to the side and exposing her chest. She shook her shoulders and bounced her breast in her hand.

They started to giggle.

I slowly backed away about half way down the stairs, my heart pounding. I thought to myself, “if this was what was in store for the next few days. I couldn't wait.”

I didn't want to piss them off by being caught. So I went to the bottom of the stairs and started to make some noise and announced I was home. I head the Maid-of-Honor shout for me not to come upstairs. I played along. I figured, why ruin their fun when I was sure to have some later.