1. sl**ping With The Enemy


    Date: 6/21/2016, Categories: Gay, Trans, Author: nikkiesilk, Source: xHamster

    sl**ping With The Enemy The present day… The wedding party was in full swing now and I anxiously scanned the guests to see if everybody was enjoying themselves. The noise levels had risen in line with the amount of drink being consumed, so I guess that was a good enough proxy for enjoyment. I was holding a glass of champagne in my perfectly manicured fingers and as I took a sip I caught the eye of my new husband who had been buttonholed by two of my aged relatives. His eyes pleaded at me to rescue him but I simply grinned and raised my glass to him; I would leave him there for a while to torture him. I stretched my toes and I had begun to regret my choice of brand new Louboutin shoes to the wedding, but they had looked so good on my feet in the shop. My husband, which still sounded odd even to myself, was wearing a new Savile Row suit and I have to say it looked stunning on him. He is tall and slim, extremely handsome in the English style, perfectly groomed and always wears his clothes well; my two spinster aunts couldn’t get enough of him. We had been married in the Registrar's Office only two hours ago and had come straight to the reception in a marquee in the grounds of a hotel on the banks of the River Thames. I was talking to, or rather, being talked at, by two of my husband’s colleagues from work. I smiled warmly at them despite the fact they were probably the two most boring men I had ever met. They were so in love with the sound of their own voices they had no idea I ...
    had stopped listening to them a while ago and was on social autopilot, nodding and smiling at them almost at random. They would not notice if I did a handstand in front of them. I was rescued by Hugo: my PA, best friend, shoulder to cry on, keeper of my secrets and the most beautiful looking man you could ever hope to clap eyes on. As he pushed his way towards me, most of the women, and some of the men, stole admiring glances at him. He appeared at my side, kissed my cheek and whispered to me, ‘Livvie, honey, couldn’t you have found something new to wear?’ I giggled, because he knew the vintage Dior dress I was wearing had cost a small fortune, and I loved it. ‘You bitch,’ I hissed back, ‘where’s your little twink gone?’ Hugo had arrived with his latest boyfriend, a pretty thing who barely looked old enough to drink. ‘Oh I don’t know, probably being screwed by one of your uncles I dare say. I should go and find him before he gets pissed and gropes someone.’ ‘Does his mummy know he’s out?’ He pulled a face, kissed me again, nodded in the direction of my husband and whispered, ‘Congratulations you old hag, He’s a lucky man.’ He winked and disappeared in search of his man c***d. I thought about what Hugo had said and I looked across to where my husband stood, caught his eye and smiled. He grinned shyly back and as I thought about what he was wearing under his suit and what the two of us would be doing in a few hours time in the Bridal Suite in the hotel, my cock began to tingle ...
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