Let's Shower The Bride!

The afternoon sun cast a warm golden glow over the backyard garden of the Whitmore estate, where white canopies billowed gently in the summer breeze and champagne flutes clinked over laughter. But no one was looking at the flowers or the finger sandwiches -- all eyes were on Vivienne, the bride-to-be.

Vivienne stepped into the party like she was strutting a private runway. She wore a fitted ivory mini skirt set with an off-the-shoulder sweetheart neckline, made from a soft silk satin that shimmered with every step. Her toned legs were accentuated by knee-high white leather boots with a pointed toe and a subtle diamond buckle detail -- flirty, luxe, and a little rebellious. Her belly ring sparkled in the sunlight, a delicate gold bar ending in three dangling diamonds, just barely visible beneath the hem of her cropped bridal sash. Her long black hair -- rich with auburn undertones -- was styled in cascading waves, and her striking green eyes and soft olive complexion were lit with effortless glam. It was her day to show off. The look was bridal, yes -- but also unapologetically sexy.

Standing beside her was her mother, Cassandra, turning heads just as easily. Cassandra wore a cream wrap dress with a high slit and structured shoulders, cinched at the waist with a gold belt. On her feet were tan suede boots with a sharp heel -- timeless, sexy, and commanding. Her makeup was flawless, her full lips painted in a warm nude, and her long black hair was swept into a loose low bun with soft tendrils framing her cheekbones. Vivienne was often called "too pretty to be real," but one look at Cassandra made it clear -- beauty was a bloodline.

Around them, other guests whispered behind sips of prosecco.

"I mean... I wouldn't wear that to my daughter's bridal shower," one aunt muttered.

"Boots and belly rings at 2 PM? Who do they think they are -- Kardashians?"

But the tone wasn't all judgment -- there was jealousy simmering beneath the surface. These two women owned every room they entered. And it was about to get hotter.

Just as the dessert tower was unveiled, in walked the groom -- Nico. Tall, 6'4", dark-haired with a sharp jawline and brooding brows. He wore a white button-down open at the collar and tailored navy slacks, his presence commanding immediate attention. A bouquet of peonies and blush roses was in his hand -- but no one was looking at the flowers. A wave of murmurs rippled through the crowd.

"Oh my God, is that him?"

"That man is unreal..."

"I'd let him ruin my life."

He walked straight to Vivienne, pulled her into him by the ass, and kissed her long -- a kiss that teetered on the edge of scandal in the daylight. When they pulled apart, Vivienne's face was flushed and glowing. Cassandra raised a brow but smirked with approval.

By late afternoon, the prosecco was flowing, the heat had settled low in the air, and most of the guests had loosened up -- thanks in part to Nico's arrival and that kiss that still had everyone buzzing. That's when Vivienne's maid of honor clinked a glass and announced it was time for the classic bridal shower game: Who Did What First?

The rules were simple -- Nico and Vivienne would each hold up a paddle (hers labeled "Me," his labeled "Him") and answer simultaneously. But the questions? They started innocent and went downhill fast.

It began sweetly enough:

"Who said 'I love you' first?"

Nico lowered his head smirking in comedic defeat as he raised "Him". Both of them could easily recall how Vivienne tortured him with a lengthy blow job about a month into hooking up. After Nico couldn't take it any longer, he fucked her violently until he screamed "I love you! Viv!" Repeatedly into her ear as he came into her pussy for the first time.

"Who planned the first weekend getaway?"

Nico raised again, this time confidently.

Then came the shift.

"Who was the first to skinny dip?"

Vivienne raised "Me," Nico hesitated -- then admitted, "She dared me in Montauk. I wasn't prepared."

Vivienne's bridesmaids all cheered while her mother looked on proudly knowing where her daughter got her confidence from.

"Who made the first dirty joke during sex?"

Both answered Nico. "He narrated it," Vivienne said, eyes sparkling. "Like it was a podcast."

Laughter erupted while her table of Italian aunts looked on disgusted.

"Who suggested trying it in the shower?"

Me. Me. Me. Vivienne raised the paddle high. "Hotel showers hit different."

Guests were howling now. Some clutched their chests in mock scandal, others leaned in, eyes wide with glee.

Then came the kicker:

"Who brought up a threesome first?"

The crowd went silent. A few mouths dropped open.

Vivienne bit her lip and slowly raised her paddle. Nico followed suit a beat later.

Gasps. Shrieks. One bridesmaid nearly spit out her mimosa. The mother of the bride sipped her prosecco with a knowing smirk.

"Okay, follow-up," someone yelled from the back, emboldened. "With who?"

Vivienne laughed and held a finger to her lips. "That's another game, for another night..."

The truth was that Vivienne shared Nico with her mother not too long into their relationship. Vivienne's parents split up about a year before she met Nico, and she knew her mom was in need of some good fucking. Cassandra never told her daughter that it had actually gone as far as Nico impregnating her, but that's truly a story for another time.

Cassandra's unknowing best friend leaned over to her during the awkward laughter, "They're worse than we ever were." Little did she know.

It didn't stop there:

"Who initiated a hookup in a semi-public place?"

Both.

"Who's more likely to send a risky text during work?"

Nico held his paddle high. "She works from home, I take the risks."

"Who asked to be handcuffed first?"

Vivienne raised hers slowly, with a smirk. "No comment."

By the end, the air was hot with laughter and just a touch of voyeuristic tension. Several of the guests shifted in their seats, thighs crossed, cheeks flushed. Some were clearly uncomfortable. Others? Absolutely living for it.

"This is... not like the showers I've been to," one of Vivienne's bridesmaids said across her table.

"No," her friend replied, "It's better."

Viv's loudest cousin joined the ruckus, "Show us how you got him!" Quickly followed by loud cheering from the room. Clearly a mob mentality had taken over.

Vivienne giggled and turned to Nico so they could laugh together. He was getting a kick out of the situation, but also had an increasingly obvious hardon growing in his pants. Vivienne was less giggly when she became aware of it.

The bridal party chanted, "Show Us! Show Us!" The rest of the room glanced awkwardly at each other at first, but most took little time to join in on the chant.

The maid of honor was quick to change the music to "Pour Some Sugar On Me". An ironic choice that caused the room to further erupt in a combination of laughter and cheer.

Never one to lose out on a chance to have a little fun showing off, Vivienne stood up provocatively from her chair and traced her hand across her soon to be husband's broad shoulders. A massive smile across her face as she looked on to her bridesmaids table, blowing them a kiss. The room was now truly cheering her on, except for a few aunts who continued to look on in dismay, although 2 had clearly flipped their mood to be more interested now.

She wasted little time getting to the action. She quickly dropped her round and shapely ass on Nico's lap, slowly grinding over his hard cock, trapped in his pants. Unsure of the protocol for getting a lap dance in front of his future family and friends, Nico kept his hands to himself for the time being. Cheers continued as Viv gyrated to the music, running her hands through her veiled hair as she teased his cock with her ass.

She turned back around to swing a leg over Nico's lap, raising her tight skirt up around her waist, showing her bare ass split by a white thong. She began to kiss her fiancé deeply, never losing the rhythm with her hips. The cheers never stopped, even when the couple seemed to lose track of the fact that they were in the center of the room.

Vivienne broke the kiss to bite at Nico's neck and whisper in his ear. "I'm going to suck your cock in front of everyone" She sat on his lap to take in his reaction which was incredibly surprised as expected.

"Here"

"Yes, they'll love it"

Without a second for Nico to rebut, Vivienne began to slide down to her knees, kissing down Nico's chest to bring her face to his crotch. The bridesmaids table went absolutely wild. Her friends had seen her fuck before, so this was nothing new. Almost everyone but her family, save for her mother, knew Vivienne was an exhibitionist. Nonetheless, it was quite a shock for most of the room for the bride to be on her knees for her groom at her own bridal shower.

Gossip and grumbles came from around the room.

"This can't be real"

"What is she doing"

"There's no way this is happening now."

"Is she going to take his cock out?"

And then, she did.

An audible gasp came across the room as Nico's massive cock sprung out of his pants mere inches from Vivienne's face. She wasted no time devouring as much length as she could, helped by cheers of her bridal party. Nico threw his head back as his soon to be bride blew him as vigorously as the first day he said "I love you".

As the initial waves of pleasure eased, his head returned to look back at the room of women surrounding him. He smirked at the mixed looks of jealousy, lust, and infatuation before him. Vivienne bobbed her head on the head of his cock, pausing at times to work the head with her tongue as her tiny hands pumped the base. She was always a try hard in giving head, to no complaint of his own. It was often challenging to avoid busting a nut in her mouth, and he frequently did. Between being the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and her oral prowess, she was always able to get him back up for a good fucking in no time.

With a loud "pop", Vivienne stood up quickly and began to lift her top over her head.

"Get undressed. I need this cock in me."

Nico's jaw dropped for a second, but there was no way he wasn't going to oblige. The massive man stood and began to strip as murmurs and cheers swirled further around the room. He could feel the eyes on his cock as dropped his pants to the floor. His bride now nude, save for her boots, next to him.

Vivienne didn't wait for Nico to get his shirt off when she pushed him back to the chair and swiftly impaled herself on his cock, moaning loud enough for the full party to hear. By this point, everyone was engaged in their act.

"Fuck him!"

"Ride that cock!"

The cheers were consistent and from more angles than you would have expected. Cassandra sat, booted legs crossed with a proud smile as her friends at the table cheered her daughter on.

The dancer in Vivienne took over as she twerked her ass in rhythm to the sexually charged playlist. She raised an arm in the air and let out a "woo!!" As she looked back at her friends to join in the moment as she ground her pussy into the base of Nico's cock. His hands now groped and spanked her ass as she danced to the changing rhythms on his cock. He knew she didn't want him to cum yet, because she could get him to the edge if she wanted. She was putting on a show, and loving every second.

After a few songs, and an orgasm or two later, Vivienne changed her pace. Instead of grinding to the music, she took on her own steady rhythm. It was time.

Her moans shifted from cute shrieks to almost guttural animal sounds. She lost all grace as she slammed herself down on the massive cock. The party behind her privy to the white sloppy mess she left on his cock as her juices never seemed to stop. The cheers built in the room, sensing that she would bring him to an orgasm at this rate.

Nico needed no further encouragement, but he leaned into the moment. He began to grunt as the sensation at the base of his balls began to build. Vivienne did not slow her pace as he grunted loudly. Her cunt gripped him as his cock head became more sensitive. His bride knee exactly what he needed to finish. Her strokes became longer on his cock, pleasuring the underside of his cock head with her vaginal walls, brining him to the final climax.

"Raawwwaahhhh" he bellowed, playing into the moment, bringing on a massive cheer from the room.

Vivienne was soon to follow as she fucked his cock while screaming bloody murder into her ear. She continued to ride his cock slowly as what seemed to be a second, albeit smaller orgasm caused aftershocks through her body while his cock deflated slightly in her pussy.

Vivienne melted on his shoulder as the energy was temporarily drained from her body. A round of applause brought her back to reality. She stood up from the chair to lift herself off her groom's cock, allowing a massive pool of cum to drip from her pussy onto his cock and lap below her.

"Oops!" She said cutely while throwing her hands up. Her bridal party laughed as the rest of the room seemed to be in a sexual tizzy.

She bent over at the waist and licked the cum off her future husbands cock, causing his neck to strain and the veins to pop out of his forehead. She was cruel, deep throating his overstimulated cock making him weak as the room cheered again.

At last she stood up and waived both arms overhead with a huge smile, cheeks flush from a fresh few orgasms. She walked with a massive sexual sway in her hips towards the bathroom, leaving her clothes and her man in a pool on the floor behind her.

Nico was quick to follow, getting a round of applause as he stood and left the room. Cassandra, cleaned her daughter's clothes from the floor and followed the couple to the bathroom. She opened the door to find the couple already back at it, Nico holding her flexible daughter's leg nearly overhead while he fucked her into the wall.

"Wow, you really would have thought that was enough out there."

Nico looked back at Cassandra with a filthy smirk. They locked eyes as they had many times before. With a wink, he drove his cock back into her daughter and returned to his business.

To be continued...

I plan to to a prequel to tell the story of their threesome.