My wedding gift was... a thong.

My wedding gift was... a thong.
Last fall/winter, I received a wedding invitation from a junior in college. We weren't actually that close; we'd only
bumped into each other about two months before his wedding, exchanged addresses, and then...
My impression of him was that he was always enthusiastic about student politics, wanting to get involved in everything he could get elected to. He seemed
genuinely passionate about everything, but secretly I felt it wasn't that kind of thing. Unfortunately, I didn't like that kind of thing
, so we never became close. I know he only tried to get close to me because I was the president of two clubs at school
.
Since I received the invitation, well, what could I do? I'm a pushover, and since I had nothing else to do, a nice meal seemed like a good idea.
As the date approached, I wanted to confirm things to better plan my trip, but upon closer inspection, I discovered
the venue was in Taichung! However, there were tour groups going there. Okay! I figured I might as well go
all the way and go!
I couldn't resist his enthusiastic welcome—what a guy! He actually assigned me this task, which meant I barely ate anything.
Meanwhile, he and the bride were both quite drunk; he seemed to be in high spirits. He even caused
a ruckus me? I was counting the drinks and settling the bill at the restaurant. This shouldn't be my job, right?
Thankfully, another pretty girl, who said she was the junior's cousin, was in charge of settling the bill. She was quite
considerate , constantly giving me thank-you smiles, which was a consolation prize for my lack of food.
After the guests left, leaving a mess of dishes and glasses, I paid the bill and cleaned up. As everyone said "bye-bye!", they
politely and "sincerely" invited me to their house for another round of drinks, but casually asked, "Senior! How are you getting back to Taipei?"
Of course, I'd take the tour bus.
The bus didn't wait for me, of course it didn't wait for me, it had already left.
I followed this bunch of half-drunk bastards, all calling him "junior," back to his house.
I was surprised to find his home was well-managed. His parents lived downstairs, while the young couple lived on the fourth floor, a nearly 50-square-meter
apartment with plenty of rooms. My only worry was where I would sleep.
The banquet was already set up, with nine people in total, including the newlyweds and me. We managed to fill
a table , and I was the only one who hadn't eaten enough; everyone else was clinking glasses and chatting. It didn't matter since it was at home.
The conversation revolved around the bride and groom's plans for the evening, but judging from the groom's appearance, it seemed
unlikely to work out. Midway through the meal, the bride left to freshen up, leaving only the men at the table. Soon after,
four . I wondered if they even looked fit to drive.
The bride, now stripped of her makeup, reappeared in a bright red short dress. The cut was quite unique, slightly
revealing her back, with the bodice tied at the nape of her neck, exposing her fair shoulders and making her even more striking. Without makeup, she
appeared even more radiant, her face flushed and still carrying the scent of wine. Her beautiful curves were even more impressive. Wearing this dress, her snow-white
thighs were almost bare; the loose, thin fabric was easily exposed, but her figure was completely
undetectable .
She kindly warmed some soup for us to sober up. As she served it to me, I looked closer and noticed only
a thin dark shadow across her beautiful buttocks, with a straight line disappearing into her groin. Wow! She was wearing a thong—how sexy
! Suddenly, I had a completely new impression of the bride. That guy really got lucky.
The junior student himself also loved to drink, and with two classmates who were good at urging others to drink, they got completely drunk.
The bride, who had calmed down and sat down again, immediately became the new focus of being pressured to drink. A junior student named Xiao Xiang even made blatant jokes at her. The smiling
bride didn't seem to care, but she couldn't refuse the drinks no matter what she did, because her husband was also
in the drinking group. After five or six glasses of whiskey, the bride, who was still tipsy, was bound to get drunk. She tried to hold
on, but her behavior gradually became unrestrained. Xiao Xiang pretended to be crazy while drunk and took
the opportunity to sneak his elbow closer to her. He took advantage of his position and sat next to the bride. He talked to the groom through her, so he naturally got close to the bride. She didn't flinch
or move away. Everyone could see the trembling of her nipples under her dress. There was a black bra
covering them how could they suddenly be so obvious?
Looking at the time, it was already midnight. The others finally said goodbye, and before leaving, they told me to faithfully record their
battle. Only the bride, groom, and I were left in the huge house. I had no choice but to stay. My junior asked me,
with slurred speech if I was drunk. Usually, drunk people are the ones who care about whether others are still okay.
The bride, having finally made it through until all the guests left, let out a sigh of relief and slumped onto the sofa. Her reclining posture accentuated
her curves. I sat down opposite her, and she gave me a knowing smile, telling me it was finally over. I
said gently, "You must be exhausted! Why don't you go rest?
A moment of bliss is worth a thousand pieces of gold!" I praised her beauty and complimented her dress,
pointing . Feigning curiosity, I asked her about a black mark on her buttocks. She turned around casually, her legs
naturally spread, revealing a glimpse of her thighs beneath her short, thin skirt. A thin black mark clung to her inner thighs, a stark
contrast to her pale white thighs. The beautiful bride, unable to see anything amiss, looked at me with a puzzled
expression. I ran to her side and reached out to touch the mark on her underwear. Of course, I couldn't brush it off, but
I noticed tuft of black hair peeking out from the edge of her underpants. She lowered her head shyly and said, "It's not dirty, it's..."
Where's the groom? Of course, things weren't much better, so how could he notice his beautiful wife's exposed state? He only said, "I'm sorry, you
can sleep in the guest room," and staggered back to his room. I saw him almost fall, and the bride was too drunk to
move . I rushed over to help him, saying with concern, "You go in first, I'll help you, walk by yourself."
He leaned against the wall, his eyes blurry, and went into the room. After urinating, he lay down and became silent. I even helped him hang up his
suit and covered him with a blanket before leaving.
Back in the living room, the bride was already asleep. Although one shouldn't mess with a friend's wife, how could I not be tempted by a stunningly beautiful
woman lying drunk?
I tentatively called her twice, but there was no response. I nudged her shoulder, but still no response. I patted her face,
still no movement. So, I boldly stole a touch of her full breasts, thinking that if she woke up in the middle of the night, I would pretend I was trying
to wake her up and ask her to go back to her room. Her breasts felt soft and fluffy; even through her bra, I could clearly feel the nipples
. It was a very thin bra. She still didn't wake up. I held her breasts tightly in my hands,
gently squeezing them. My lust was aroused, and I reached behind her to unhook her bra. The movement was too sudden; the beautiful bride scratched
her face and shifted her position. My heart was pounding wildly. The loose bra almost fell off.
I lifted her red dress from under her armpits—such perfect breasts! The poor newlywed woman, having her bra unhooked and her breasts touched...
Unaware of her
presence. I felt a mix of nervousness and excitement as I explored her smooth, soft breasts; her bra hung precariously on them.
Feeling guilty, I rushed to the bedroom to check, lest I be exposed, but my junior was lying there fully clothed, fast asleep
.
Relieved, I returned to the living room and gazed at my drunken bride, her shapely legs limply leaning against the wall. I lifted her legs
onto the sofa, adjusted her position, and propped one leg up against the back of the chair, creating a wanton pose with her legs spread wide. As
I moved her, I heard her murmur, "No! I can't drink anymore..."
Her sudden words made me nervous, but faced with such beauty, I steeled myself, lifted the hem of her dress, and sure enough, she was wearing a
sexy thong. My eyes widened in disbelief.
A thin, dark pair of panties peeked out from between her snow-white buttocks, creating a beautiful sight. The narrow fabric couldn't cover her entire
vulva; a bit of her left labia was visible, and pubic hair on both sides was barely concealed, proclaiming her sensuality. The relaxed,
intoxicated bride lay on the sofa with her legs spread wide, her slightly protruding belly rising and falling with her breath. Her body was as white
as , and she slept peacefully and soundly.
Lifting the fabric from her slender waist upwards revealed the same strapless, sexy bra, now loose. The sheer, semi-transparent mesh
lace covered her nipples and areolas, forming mysterious, dark, sexy peaks that made my
blood boil. What a mature and alluring female body!
He couldn't resist lowering his head and burying his face beneath the beautiful bride's abdomen. The sweet scent of her post-bath fragrance mingled with the allure of her genitals
. Without hesitation, he immediately pulled aside her panties. The fabric was so thin it was practically just a symbolic cover for her vulva
. Her pubic hair formed an inverted triangle, a thick, black, velvety patch, with a particularly long tuft of thick, black hair growing near the vulva. Due to
their position , the cleft was slightly open, revealing a beautiful, full, and rosy vulva.
He easily parted the two smooth, elastic labia majora. The bud was still
pink pink, unlike some that are dark. He spread it open even wider, revealing a wet, glistening vaginal opening—utterly tempting!
A woman, enjoying her honeymoon, fell into a deep sleep, drunk and reassured that her home would
provide protection. The groom carelessly left his beautiful and sexy wife alone in the living room with guests. The bride, preparing
to offer , changed into extremely provocative lingerie to enhance the experience.
She was simply and unguardedly stripped layer by layer, and arranged in a wanton sleeping position—a position she would never normally show to others. It wasn't just her vulva that was
exposed ; even her most precious private parts were laid bare, revealing her clitoris,
labia minora, and vulva without reservation… One could only feel pity for her!
In fact, wearing such thin, sexy lingerie, the beautiful bride could barely feel what she was wearing. Despite her
dignified , she often harbored an uncontrollable lust; her bra was so thin it was practically an ornament.
Her full breasts bounced easily. Looking closely at the front of her dress in the mirror, it wasn't hard to see her protruding nipples,
which bounced with every step. She was supposed to wear a shirt with it, but since she was at home, she decided not to
. She was already secretly pleased by the greedy look in her husband's classmate's eyes. As the man leered at her,
a warm feeling rose from her lower abdomen. Her cheeks were flushed, partly from being drunk and partly from sexual arousal. Especially when the dress clung to
her body , the shadow of her underwear was faintly visible. The man's lecherous eyes encouraged the newlywed woman, who deliberately
walked around the man in the warm bath, bending over and sticking her snow-white, sexy buttocks out in front of him. She slowly and deliberately collected
the trash on the table. The man could clearly see the spring scenery under the dress, and some couldn't resist taking the opportunity to give
it a firm and hard grope!
Facing her exposed vulva, I licked my middle finger until it was wet, then gently slid it into her jade cave. The warm, wet touch quickly
enveloped my finger. The beautiful bride was still asleep. I slowly withdrew my finger and pressed her clitoris with my thumb, teasing her
gently and tenderly. Although I was drunk, my body was quite alert. Waves of
stimulation transmitted wonderful sensuality, and my desire was aroused with my movements.
The unease brought on by lust slightly startled the newlywed woman. She opened her eyes drowsily, but the yellow light in the living room
made it difficult for the beautiful, mature woman to open her eyes. The alcohol made her feel sluggish. I didn't pull my finger out, afraid that
pulling it out hastily would disturb the bride. After all, my middle finger was much thinner than my penis. Looking at her slightly awakened eyes,
the beautiful bride, whose skirt was lifted to her chest, was almost completely exposed. Her panties were pulled aside,
and my finger was still inserted into her loose, wide vulva. My tightly intertwined middle finger felt like a part of her body. She didn't feel it.
Although she was half-awake, the alcohol made her languid and motionless. She still politely asked, "Senior,
still not asleep?"
I smiled and replied, "Mmm."
The newlywed woman hadn't even had time to notice her naked body or why this man was standing beside her before she
closed hazy consciousness was very aware of the lustful reactions emanating from her lower body. Waves of heat tightened around my fingers,
and when I pulled them out, they brought out clear vaginal fluid. Her gradually engorged and reddened vulva awakened primal desire. I
inserted , my ring finger touching her anus, my thumb pressing on her erect clitoris. I flexibly trembled my wrist, and the stimulation of her vulva
made this ripe bride much more awake. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and sensual desire occupied her thoughts.
She felt a slight unease in her deep consciousness, but the desire for intercourse immediately swallowed this trace of unease.
Determined to humiliate this beautiful bride, I withdrew my fingers from her tightly closed vagina.
The bride slightly raised her open lower body, as if reluctant to let my fingers out. I lifted her beautiful buttocks and rolled her over, making her kneel
on the carpet, her head and body resting on the sofa. With a swish, I pulled down her panties, her dress billowing up to cover her head and
eyes, her bra pressed against the sofa and between her breasts.
The newlywed woman's mind was hazy, the swirling images surrounding her vision. Instinctively, she felt she shouldn't be making love in the living room, with
guests nearby! But her weak body was completely at my mercy. Her high-raised buttocks gave her a sensual ,
naked pleasure. The desire she had suppressed all night gradually erupted. She deliberately lowered her waist, her labia parting open without reservation
, forming a red slit, flanked by long, dark pubic hair. Her bra remained
on the sofa as she moved, her areolas large and red, her dark red nipples also quite large, her breasts bouncing up and down with the swaying of her body.
Unexpectedly, this seemingly dignified and elegant bride turned out to be surprisingly wanton after becoming aroused.
How ? Her high buttocks bounced up and down, her mouth murmured unintelligible words, moaning and groaning
. She lifted the skirt covering her face, revealing a face full of lustful pleasure. She still didn't realize that the one penetrating her from behind wasn't her
husband !
Quickly stripping off her clothes, she grabbed one breast in each hand and squeezed them, moaning with pleasure, "Oh...good..."
"So good... I feel so good... so comfortable... hum..."
Afraid that her junior would hear, she held out her fingers for her to suck on, and then began to suck on them with loud smacking sounds. I no longer held back,
raising my big cock and thrusting it into her tender hole. The newlywed beauty further opened her vulva to welcome my insertion,
and after adjusting the position, she thrust hard, each impact making a sound. Her full and firm breasts swayed back and forth, and her juices
overflowed , wetting my scrotum.
The bride felt a tingling sensation of pleasure, and she cried out lingeringly, "Ah... ah ah... good husband... oh...
God ... you're making me fly... um... um... ah... ah... I'm so itchy... ah...
I can't hold back... I'm going to come..."
The "sizzling" sound of penetration and the excited moans filled the living room.
She came once, not... As I turned, she automatically lifted her left leg and rolled over, placing her hands on the carpet behind her.
I cooperated, opening my legs and sitting down, watching her expression intently. She, however, was enjoying herself immensely
, her eyes closed and head tilted back, still not recognizing who was doing her to her. After turning to face me, she sat on my
lap , burying her face between my breasts, the beautiful bride completely lost in the moment, half-squatting, half-sitting with her legs straddling
me, tilting her head back to enjoy the different pleasures.
Seeking more intense stimulation, I grabbed her buttocks, and she actively swayed her hips and moved up and down.
I never imagined that a casual overnight stay would lead to such a beautiful and dignified bride. At the wedding, she was so
reserved , displaying her refined upbringing. Looking at this wanton woman before me, she was a completely different person. All I heard her say was:
"Good brother... oh... mmm... you've made me feel so good... hmph... hmph... oh... such a beautiful
big cock... you're making me feel so good... ah... ah... ah..."
My hands rotated her buttocks, the fresh stimulation bringing her to another climax.
The sensitive bride quickly climaxed twice, and still slightly drunk, she leaned weakly against me,
her whole body pressed tightly against mine, warm and soft. My huge, hard penis was still deeply inserted into her beautiful hole, her lower body
covered in her semen and juices. My kisses moved from her chest to her pink neck, finding her sweet lips
, and I ravaged her mouth, completely possessing her body. I even forgot her name. The
languid, wanton bride slowly opened her eyes, mumbling, "Good husband, you're like a
different person today, you're making me feel so good, so good!!" ...
Our eyes met...
her face filled with panic, a lewd word she hadn't finished uttering was swallowed back down, and she desperately tried to break free, but
the bride was now weak, and I held her tightly. She pounded her back with her hands, but couldn't shake off
the arms that were tightly wrapped around her waist.
The shame of losing her self-respect left the bride at a loss, not knowing what to do. She regretted her earlier involvement; thinking about
it brought back the unprecedented pleasure of being penetrated, but how could her senior penetrate her like this? Oh dear! It was
her fault for drinking too much.
Mixed with conflicting emotions, she never imagined that what was inside her wasn't her husband's penis. The pleasure
continued to emanate from the tightly inserted penis, and the result of her struggles was that
the penis inside her vagina was being fully stimulated.
She cried out in alarm, "Senior, please let me go..."
I said expressionlessly, "That's not what you said just now..."
The beautiful bride was too ashamed to lift her head.
"I'll let you go if you repeat those lewd moans you just made..."
I said, but my body didn't stop moving at all. My body's natural reaction annoyed the beautiful
bride , but a glimmer of hope remained in her heart. She said shyly,
"Okay!" I said, "Then... ah... ah... um... you... you have to let me go... oh...
senior ... ah... ah... you... ah... you're a bad person... ah..."
I thrust into her forcefully and said, "What you said is a little different from before..."
She gasped and cried out repeatedly, "Um... there... what's there... ah... ah...
different ... senior... um... thrust into me... ah... harder... ah ah... I'm so happy... ah... senior... ah... ah..."
The conflicted bride was initially unwilling to start moaning, but lust made her moan naturally. To
cover up her moaning from pleasure, she pretended to agree to the senior's threat.
She tilted her head back, embarrassed to face me. I deliberately pulled my penis almost out, and she subconsciously pressed her lower body
tightly not wanting me to pull out. This action brought out a lot of lustful fluid. She lowered her head, and I wanted her to see
the obscene scene of my big penis entering her wet hole.
I said to her, "Your moaning just now was not standard. Did you really want to be penetrated and deliberately moaned wrong?" "Look how happy your
pussy is, it won't leave my cock for a second..."
The bride, intoxicated by the pleasure of intercourse, finally softened, saying with a mixture of shame and pleasure, "Mmm...
Senior ... Ah... Ah... You... Don't shame me anymore... You really fuck me... Fuck me...
It feels so good... Ah... I'll... Ah... Do as you say..."
I kissed her breasts triumphantly. Due to the sitting position, my cock could only make small thrusts, which
didn't cause me much stimulation, but it was different for the bride, whose clitoris was being pressed against by the base of my cock. Although she didn't want
to admit it , the fact was that her juices were flowing freely and she was moaning continuously.
I didn't want to miss such an opportunity, so I slightly parted my body, letting the subdued bride see
the penis inserted into her private parts, slowly going in and out, the tender flesh on her petals turning in and out with each thrust.
I said, "Weren't you eager to show off your body at the dinner table tonight?"
She shook her head violently, her expression aggrieved, not expecting anyone to see through her thoughts. "
You brazenly spread your legs wide while I was asleep, yet you didn't react. You must do this often?" I
said, thrusting in and out. Even though she didn't want to admit her lewdness, her beautiful vagina, being penetrated, secreted even more fluid.
The beautiful bride gave up resisting, letting her senior thrust into her. I used my last bit of strength, fucking
her she lay limp and powerless, her legs spread wide and unable to close. She climaxed twice more, but there
wasn't much fluid left; the carpet was soaked.
I tried to ejaculate, but for some reason, I couldn't! Exhausted
and still drunk, she fell asleep despite being penetrated, looking
utterly .
I was also tired, so I lay down on her breasts and fell asleep, leaving my penis inside her…
…
In the early morning in central Taiwan, birds chirped and chattered outside the window; it was already dawn.
The oppressed bride slowly awoke, her naked body sprawled on the carpet, legs outstretched. She dared not move. The man
pressing down her remained asleep, his penis, though limp, not entirely deflated; the glans still inside her
. After resting, her headache subsided. She quietly recalled her wanton behavior the previous night when she was violated, her
cheeks flushed with shame. The man on top of her had brought her to such ecstasy—an experience she had never had before
. Yet, strangely, she felt a sweet warmth within her…
I woke up facing her. Both of us turned away, embarrassed. The morning's physiological response had made
my penis swell, feeling incredibly good inside her warm, moist vagina. She looked at me with a reproachful smile and said, “Weren't you satisfied with bullying
me ? Now you want more?” She then hooked her legs around my waist.
My tense, anxious heart suddenly relaxed. I had been regretting my impulsiveness and making a big mistake, but I didn't expect
her...
Pretending not to understand, I said, "No, it's just a normal physiological reaction for men."
Her wet pussy, still holding my penis, started gushing out again. I thrust in without restraint, all the way to the bottom. Relaxing,
the bride lifted her legs and straddled my shoulders, letting the wonderful sensation reach deep inside.
With each piston-like movement, the point of contact made "pop! pop!" sounds, mixed with the beautiful bride's
moans of "hmm...hmm...uh...uh...ah...ah..."
I was afraid my junior would hear.
My worry wasn't unfounded...
Suddenly, the sound of the toilet flushing came from the master bedroom...
The bride and I stopped immediately, ignoring the flowing juices and my swollen penis, and quickly rolled
over . The bride, who had only lifted her red dress, lowered it after standing up, covering herself. I used
the speed I had honed in the army to put on my trousers and underwear. Just as we finished getting ready, my junior opened the door and came out.
That was close! I wonder if he woke up last night and found his beautiful wife sleeping with her legs spread and being pinned down?
The bride, feeling guilty, said in a coquettish voice, "Honey! Up so early? Why not sleep a little longer?"
I was startled to see the sexy black panties on the floor, quickly stepped on them, and slipped them into my pocket.
My junior looked exhausted, yawning as he said, "I woke up with a stomachache, and when I couldn't see you, I came out to look for you.
Since you say so, I'll go back to sleep, okay?"
He couldn't resist a surge of desire as he looked at his wife's full breasts, but dared not make a move because I was nearby. His
hand, around her slender waist, kept stroking downwards, and a sudden thought crossed his mind: Was his newlywed wife not wearing panties? Wouldn't such a short dress
easily expose her? His sleepiness vanished.
I had no interest in watching the couple's intimacy, so I sat down on the sofa. My junior sat down opposite me and told
his wife to make tea.
The beautiful young woman squatted down to get the tea set, facing me directly. Her dark pubic hair was still clearly visible in the shadows. My junior seemed
to have noticed me peeping and told his wife to turn away. Little did he know that his wife's subconscious actions didn't mind
being seen . "We've already done it, what's the point of being reserved?
" The groom silently prayed, "Please! Please! Can't see, can't see..."
The beautiful woman, unable to squat properly after turning away, stood up and bent down to arrange the tea set, her entire vulva exposed before
me, still wet! The pubic hair on either side of her labia was curly and thick, and due to her position, tender red
buds peeked out from the cleft. My penis throbbed again.
My junior looked at the delicate bride with a puzzled expression. Although she looked tired, her cheeks
were flushed and she smiled sweetly, completely unaware that her underwear was revealing glimpses of her vulva.
Actually, seeing her husband and senior's eager expressions and teasing behavior, the bride knew
her private parts were being watched by the senior, and a surge of exhibitionistic pleasure quickly washed over her. Coupled with the
interruption of their earlier encounter when her husband woke up, her body and mind were agitated, and her vaginal fluids flowed even more.
After only two cups of tea, the junior's stomach started hurting again, and he rushed to the toilet. His new wife and I followed
him offering our concerned greetings.
I, standing by the bathroom door in their bedroom, couldn't resist the stimulation any longer. I boldly unzipped my pants, freeing my penis, lifted her
skirt, and attacked from behind. She lay on the edge of the bed, letting me penetrate her. The thrill of the clandestine act made her both nervous and
excited . Lubricated by her still-wet vaginal fluids, it was easy to insert myself. Even though I was trying to be careful,
sounds of intercourse still made. Separated only by the bathroom door, I felt an almost melting pleasure, passionately and eagerly thrusting into my junior's beautiful
wife .
The bride, afraid to make a sound, only groaned softly… occasionally letting out long sighs.
This intense and stimulating intercourse, with rapid rubbing of our genitals, led
to my ejaculation in less than five minutes. My scalding semen shot into her vagina, and she, unsatisfied, shook her hips wildly back and forth, utterly lewd.
She used my still-erect penis to rub against her vulva, her greedy and wanton appearance unforgettable.
Finally, she ejaculated too.
When I pulled out, a lot of clear, sticky fluid came out with it. Her husband flushed, quickly grabbed some toilet paper
to cover genitals, and, without bothering to clean himself, hastily threw it into the trash can—a close call!
…
Back in Taipei, I was exhausted, but it was all worth it.
I pulled out my thong from my pocket, curled it into a ball in my hand, and could still smell the beautiful bride's scent,
just like the one lingering on my penis.
I will miss this junior, I think…

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