EXTRACT FOR
Some Girls
(Kelly Addams)

Fairytale!

It was the word Gail used to describe the ceremony. Everything had come together perfectly, and as she walked down the aisle she felt almost virginal in her beautiful white designer dress. It was traditional, satin and lace, elegant, chic... and she had the figure to enhance such a magnificent example of seamstress skill. She looked good, and Gary looked good too, handsome in his charcoal grey pinstripe and polished patent shoes. They had shunned the top hot and tail coat look, he was more banker than penguin. "Pretentious," he had said, "Topper and tails is something I wouldn't choose to wear any other day, so why pretend to be someone else on my wedding day." Gail agreed... smart and comfortable is what they had aimed for... and it was exactly what they had achieved.

And so the early twenties newlywed couple found themselves in the back of a classic Bentley being whisked away to their reception, and the beginning of their married life together.

"Are they still switched on?" Gary asked as he hitched up an armful of skirt and forced his hand up between her thighs.

Gail nodded and bit her lip. The vibrating eggs that were trapped inside her had almost driven her to distraction during the service, but their stimulation had added the extra spice that she craved. Secured in place by full gusset panties she had wondered if the vibration that travelled so clearly through her body could be heard by a casual bystander. I guess not she thought as the vicar guided them through the vows. Love, honour and OBEY! The last word had carried extra meaning, for Gail it made perfect sense, to obey was to honour him, to obey showed her absolute love for him... she had found the vow easy to make.

Gary placed his fingers against her panties and grinned, the faint vibrations carried through to his fingertips. "Good girl," he crooned, "Keep them inside until the batteries die!"

I will! Gail almost groaned aloud. At first she had taken his instructions as a jest, surely he wasn't serious? To stand at the altar with three little rattling eggs shoved deep inside her had to be a joke! But joke or not Gail secretly relished the idea... She was kinky, definitely on the way to being described as a deviant as her sexual tastes erred toward the more unusual... but Gary hadn't been fully aware when he demanded the eggs. So okay, he may have read between the lines a little, maybe he had noticed that she was a bit of an exhibitionist, he had to have realised that most of the clothes she wore were just one button away from complete exposure... a button that would often find itself popping undone accidentally at the most inopportune of moments! But he didn't know that she flung her bathroom windows wide when she showered, or left the bedroom light on and the curtains open when she lay on her bed at night and pleasured herself. He didn't know about her passion for adult movies, how she would slip into a seedy theatre on a rainy Saturday afternoon and watch the hand job action, often adding her own five finger encouragement or a grope of her tits to help the masturbation along. How many strangers fingers had fumbled their way into her dripping snatch as some silicon boob bimbo overacted her fake orgasm on the big silver screen? Gail couldn't say, but there had been dozens, how many times had she walked away with the flavour of cum on her tongue and stains on her blouse, again, it had to be dozens. So often she would sit on an evening bus and feel watery cum drip from her hair, cum she hadn't known was there for all to see. She loved those moments, she was base and disgusting, she saw decent women frown and shake their heads... she was decent too, just not when she was horny... when she was horny she would wear cum with pride.

There were many things that Gary didn't know about his new wife... but they had time to learn each other... all the time in the world.

"I'm glad you agreed to a split reception," he said as he smoothed down the folds of her dress, "Some of my mates can get a bit crazy... but they all promise to behave until after the families have buggered off!"

Gail had heaved a massive sigh of relief when Gary had answered her secret prayer. It had been her only real worry about the day... Gary's friends! Bunch of hooligans she thought, they were loud, rowdy, offensive, drunken! Not the people she wanted rubbing shoulders with her parents and uncles and aunts, the important people from work, friends from her childhood... refined people!

"What about two different receptions?" Gary had suggested, and Gail guessed that secretly Gary didn't want them to show him up in front of his family either. "Early on we can have the polite folks, a nice meal, toasts, grandfathers dancing with little kids... the safe traditional stuff... then after, later, we can have a second reception, one where we get to let our hair down without worrying what Great Aunt Bessie is going to think when Robbie get pissed and starts waving his cock at all the chicks!"

Gail had grasped the idea enthusiastically, it was the perfect solution, and she knew that the important members of her immediate family would be more than happy to disappear after the speeches, after that, who cared what his barbarian friends did!