Something old, something new

The wedding had been absolutely perfect. The church was decorated exactly as we wanted; the music was perfect; both of our moms cried, and neither one of us forgot our vows. So now, it was time to celebrate.

We had both agreed early in the wedding process that we were having an open bar. We had coolers full of beer and an entire cabinet full of liquor. The bar sat right beside a humongous buffet table laden with food. There was just one thing that we hadn’t planned for. While planning a wedding, no one tells the grooms how busy they will be. We had been running around all day, and we barely had time for lunch. When we sat down for our reception dinner, we had like five minutes to eat before we were out on the floor, meeting and greeting with all our guests. So, we were both starving and only had time to drink. About halfway through, we were both drunk- drunker than we realized. And let me tell you a little secret about my new husband- he got very horny when he was drunk. And that has never once been a problem- until now.

The MC called the whole wedding party back to our seats so that my best man and his best man could give their speeches. We sat back at our table, which was weirdly tall and covered with a floor length tablecloth. Basically, and my spouse had already figured this out, no one in the audience could see anything happening in our laps. His best man began speaking, and my husband got to work.

He was looking at his friend and laughing at all the appropriate times, but his right hand was operating all on its own. He had unbuckled my belt, undid the button, and pulled the zipper down. I looked down and saw my hardening dick visible in my white, Calvin Klein briefs. My husband was fondling it, slowly now, but I knew he was getting ready to speed up. The first best man finished, and everyone clapped. But once my best man got up to talk, my new husband’s hand was right back in my lap. He had pulled up the leg of my briefs and my hard cock sprang out. I was now getting a full-on handjob in front of all of our friends, and none of them knew. I knew that I was close to the edge, and my partner just sped up. I was seconds away, and he reached down and squeezed my balls.

I don’t know if it was all the stress leading up to the big day, but I orgasmed like I never had before. I shot onto the floor and somehow missed getting any on my black pants. I hurriedly put my dick in my briefs, but I was too focused to see that my best man was walking over and getting near the end of his speech. He had already run it by me, but I had completely forgotten how it ended.

So, again let me summarize, there we are in New Orleans. A cop was chasing us to arrest Max for public urination, and right before he caught up to us, Max throws a beer across his lap and yells…

Like we practiced, my best man was going to pull me up by the shoulders, exposing my lap, and I’d yell the punchline to my joke. Unfortunately, that is not how it panned out. He hoisted me up into a standing position, and I tried to cover myself, but he had my arms and I couldn’t.

Instead of me yelling the punchline, I had become one. My pants fell to my ankles, and everyone laughed as if this was part of the bit. When I’d pulled up my briefs, my shirt had gotten tucked in, and there was nothing to hide my still hard cock pressed against the thin fabric. Everyone now realized that things were not going according to plan as the pool of cum still dribbling out of my cock started to make a noticeable stain against the now transparent fabric. My cheeks blushed as red as the roses behind me, and my best man luckily was nice enough to push me back down and make up some lie as he tried to bring focus back to him.

My husband knew he fucked up, but also knew that I couldn’t stay mad at him for long. Leaning over, he whispered into my ear as he handed me his baby blue napkin for me to clean up.

Here’s the something borrowed and blue all in one, sweetie.