The tinkle of spoons on glasses gradually evaporated and the newlyweds parted their lips giggling merrily. Everyone agreed it was a lovely ceremony. The vows were heartfelt, the toasts were sweet and sentimental, the dinner was tasty. The DJ was just about to announce Hannah and Kevin’s first dance when the door at the back of the reception hall flew open. Silence descended over the guests as heads swiveled to see the silhouetted figure. It was broken by the sound of boots walking across the floor followed by the murmur of hushed voices.

Peering out over the crowd, Hannah spotted the new arrival winding his way towards her and her new husband. He was tall, with dark brown hair pulled back in a ponytail that fell just above his broad shoulders, dressed in a stylish black T-Shirt, a leather jacket, and faded blue jeans. A motorcycle helmet was tucked under one arm. He walked confidently, weaving between the tables, a self-assured smile on his tanned face. As he reached the dance floor, bemused recognition dawned on her, and she smirked slightly despite herself.

“Who is that?” Kevin asked, from her side, squinting at the stranger.

“Bruce? Is that you?” she said, her smile widening as he walked up to the long table that hosted the bridal party.

“The one and only!” Bruce said. He set the helmet down on the table with a clatter and the groom just had time to retrieve his champagne flute before it spilled. “How you doin’, darlin’?”

“B-Bruce? Your ... your college boyfriend?” Kevin asked.

“Mmmhmm, yeah, Honey this is Bruce. What are you doing here? I thought you were out of town.” Hannah asked, sounding puzzled but not unhappy.

“I just got back. I read about this shindig online. Do you think I’d miss the wedding of Hannah the Whore-ible?” Bruce asked leaning in close and resting on his elbows. Hanah giggled girlishly and blushed a deeper shade of red. Kevin looked from Bruce to her and then back.

“Ahem, Hi, I’m Kevin, Hannah’s husband-”

“Yeah, hiya chief, so you’re really settling down, huh? One guy is really gonna be enough for the blowjob queen of KU?”

Hannah laughed and brushed a lock of her light brown hair out of her face. She smiled at him, her green eyes sparkling. “People change...” she said noncommittally.

“We’re both glad that you could make it-”

“Say, Kev, hope it’s not a prob me showing up unannounced like this,” Bruce asked, not looking away from Hannah.

“Well, uh-”

“Of course not!” Hannah said. “We don’t mind at all, do we, honey?” She gave Kevin a brief smile and then looked back at her ex. “You look fantastic!” She said, once again playing with he her hair and batting her eyes.

Bruce flashed his perfectly white teeth. “Thanks! Traveling’s been good to me. You look great as well! Still the hottest piece of ass on two legs.”

Kevin frowned, and began to defend his new wife’s honor, “hey! That’s um-”

But before he could finish Hannah laughed, “Or on all fours, hehe.”

Kevin blinked as he took in what she had said and looked at her, mouth agape. He was about to say something else when Bruce asked. “You wanna dance hot stuff?”

“Actually,” he said, clearing his throat, “We haven’t had our first dance yet, so-”

“I’d love to!”

“Great!” Bruce said, sliding out of his leather jacket.

Hannah started getting to her feet, revealing her small but curvy body, elegantly displayed in a stylish wedding dress. “Uh Hannah, are you are you sure?” Kevin asked, watching as she hopped up onto the table, deftly threw her legs over the other side and stood back up. “I mean ordinarily the first dance of the wedding would be with, you know, me.”

“It’s fine sweetheart.” Hannah said, taking Bruce’s hand and letting him lead her towards the dance floor. “It’s a special occasion. I haven’t seen Bruce in ages! Just one song, really quick!”

As she spoke, over the rising murmur of voices, Bruce leaned over the DJ’s table and whispered something the young man’s ear. The DJ seemed to consider, then shrugged and nodded. “We uh ... we have a special request from, the bride’s ... friend...” He said into his mic. “So ... uhm, yeah here you go”.

Hannah placed her hands on Bruce’s shoulders and rested her head on his chest. Her body pressed against his and he slipped his hands around her waist, resting them just above the curve of her buttocks. Their hips pushed together, and Hannah giggled as she felt the familiar bulge on her thigh. The track dropped and the sultry sound of Marvin Gaye singing “Sexual Healing” began to play.

Kevin’s brow furrowed as he watched. Hannah and Bruce rocked back and forth, as his hands crept down and planted themselves on her butt. Bruce smirked. “When did you start wearing underwear, Miss commando?”

Hannah laugh, “I didn’t really, just a thong for today. It’s my something blue.” Those close enough to hear this gasped. A few people laughed nervously. She giggled and sighed contentedly, closing her eyes.

“Mmm, hot. Hard for me to imagine you with panties on though.”

“Ha! I’ll bet! Though you probably have a hard time imagining me with any clothes on at all!” Bruce laughed heartily and grabbed her ass more firmly. In response Hannah gyrated harder against hm, rubbing the sweet spot of his jeans. Seeing this, Kevin finally stood up. He headed towards the pair, not going over the table as his wife had though, instead opting to head the long away around. All the faces he passed were turned to watch as his new bride dry humped her ex on the dance floor a few yards away. Taking a few steps forward, he cleared his throat.

“Ahem.”

The dancing couple ignored this. He took another step forward and leaned in a bit, looking directly at Hannah. “Ahem!”

She opened her eyes and smiled at him. “Oh, hi hon, what’s up?”

“Well ... I think it’s great you and your friend are catching up, but um ... maybe we could keep going with our wedding reception now?”

“Aw, honey,” Hannah said in a pouty voice. “Really? I - whoa!” As she spoke Bruce dipped her all the way to the floor then swept her back up. “Hehehe, hmmm, You know I love dancing.”

“Well, we could maybe have our dance...”

The music faded to a stop. “One sec.” Bruce said and started back towards the DJ. As he did his hand collided with Hannah’s ass with an audible smack. She squealed in surprised delight and watched him go.

A flummoxed Kevin watched him go then looked back to Hannah. She smiled after him. “Hannah ... what are you doing?”

She looked at him quizzically “What do you mean?”

“Just, you ... he ... all the touching and the grinding and the sex talk, it just is all a little strange honey!”

She just smiled and rolled her eyes. “Oh Kev, really, it’s just his way. He’s a touchy-feely guy. It’s nothing! I swear! Just one more song, and then back to our big day, ok?” She gave his nose a playful kiss.

“Well...”

Before he got another word out the booming sound of music filled the room.

“THERE’S SOME WHORES IN THIS HOUSE! THERES SOME WHORES IN THIS HOUSE...!”

Hannah’s face broke into a delighted grin, oblivious to the shocked gasps that accompanied Cardi B. “Ooooh, this is my JAM!”

“It always makes me think of you.” Bruce said, starting to shuffle his way back across the dance floor. Behind him the DJ was slipping a 50-dollar bill into his wallet. He grabbed Hannah by the waist, and she began to grind against him. She turned and pressed her ass on his crotch. He held one hand against her hip, as the other slipped up and grabbed hold of her breast.

“Mmm!” She grunted, moving herself on him. Her cheeks were bright red and sweat beaded on her brow. Her eyes closed and she breathed deeper, smiling. A few scandalized guests began to get up to leave in a huff. Others stared in lurid fascination. Kevin swallowed hard and bit his lip.

“OK!” Kevin exclaimed, laughing nervously and clapping his hands together. “That’s enough dancing I think!”

“Hmmm-oh, Hon, just, hehe, a little more? Huh, huh, mmm, you know how much I love dancing and I never get a chance to anymore! And I haven’t seen, mmmm, Bruce in ages!” She said, panting. She managed to press even closer into Bruce as she wrapped a hand around his neck. Kevin could see her nipples poking against the fabric of her dress.

“I really think-”

“C’mon chief, be a good sport!” Bruce said, with distracted good cheer before burying his face in Hannah’s neck. “Hmmm, this nasty little slut has been good too long, you need this don’t you baby?” He gave her ass a slap.

“Mmm! Fuck yeah, I do!” She said blissfully.

“HANNAH?!” Kevin said, his mouth opened in shock.

She opened her eyes and smiled at him “Mmm?”

“Your ex just called you a slut and slapped your ass! Now are you gonna knock it off?!”

Hannah just giggled and rolled her eyes. “I know! Hehe! Sweetie it’s just his way! Really, he doesn’t mean anything by it!”

“Besides, she is a nasty little slut, aren’t you baby?” Bruce said into Hannah’s ear, before grabbing a fist full of her pixie cut hair and pulling firmly.

She inhaled sharply, “Yes sir!”

Kevin threw up his hands in disgust. He watched, sulking as more and more guests filed passed him, muttering things like “congrats” and “beautiful ceremony” as they went. Those still sitting were all craning their necks to watch as Bruce whipped Hannah around and started kissing the nape of her neck. She held him tight, her nails dragging against the cloth of his shirt.

“Hey! HEY! HELLOO!” Kevin leaned in close enough to smell the sweat of the pair as he shouted at them.

“Mmmm, Honey, Sshh! Don’t embarrass me, in front of Bruce, and mmm, our guests!” Hannah said, though she didn’t sound too concerned. “Not on, mmm, our big ... day! oh!” She started pulling his shirt out of his jeans and sliding her hands underneath it. The song ended and now the sounds of wet kisses and heavy breathing was loud enough to be heard over the handful of remaining guests.

“This is ridiculous! Hannah, can you please ju-?!”

“Hey bud, can you hold this for me?” Bruce asked, shoving his shirt into Kevin’s chest. Kevin blinked as he reflexively took it into his hands, rocking back on his feet. He stared at the well-muscled, shirtless man who’s back and arms were adorned with tattoos, seeming to try and merge into his new wife’s body as she dry-humped against him.

“Honey, why don’t you mingle while Bruce and I catch up?” Hannah asked, her voice catching as her hands explored her ex’s bare chest. Finally, she slipped her hand behind Bruce’s head and pulled him towards her. Their lips collided and she sprung up, wrapping her legs around his waist. He held her tight, and started walking, carrying her with ease and she squealed with delight.

Kevin’s eyes bulged as the hulking, shirtless man carried his wife across the floor and sat her on the edge of the table where his and her families had been seated. Dishes, glasses and silverware clattered as she landed, still covering Bruce’s lips and neck with kisses as she did. The astonished relatives pushed back abruptly, their chairs scraping on the floor. He slid his hands into the cleavage of her wedding dress and pulled.

“You are one sexy bitch!” He muttered between kisses. There was a sound of fabric ripping as her dress tore, exposing her bare, pale tits, heaving with her breaths, perfectly pink nipples standing at full attention. She writhed and wiggled, letting the dress pull apart down to her navel.

“Mmm! Huh! Huh!” She coo’d as it fell off her shoulders.

“Okay!” Kevin exclaimed, “I really think it’s time for Bruce to go now!” His voice had a giddy quality of desperation and incredulity as he began frantically tapping Bruce’s shoulder. Naturally, this was ignored. Instead, Bruce wrapped his lips around Hannah’s areola as she began to unbuckle his belt. He started kissing her neck. Hannah looked at Kevin over Bruce’s shoulder and smiled evenly.