My best sex ever was... at a wedding
Love was in the air for the happy couple… and lust was in the air for Rachel, one of their guests
Plump, pink roses adorned the beachside venue. Tuxedo-clad waiters flitted between guests, their trays heavy with crab-cake canapés and champagne flutes. My new husband Jon and I had only been married for a few months, and this was our first time attending a wedding as husband and wife.
Jon snatched two glasses and passed me one with a wink. I had been drawn to him since the moment we met. While his dark hair, defined features and piercing gaze were attractive, it was his brazen confidence that made him irresistible. As someone who always played it safe, being with him made me feel reckless in all the right ways.
The venue itself was the home of the bride’s wealthy uncle, and the guest list was full of our university friends. It felt like we were at a student party, only instead of drinking cheap beer, we were sipping Dom Pérignon. The wedding was in the US, where it’s customary for guests to mingle before the ceremony, so by the time we’d all sat down to watch the couple read their vows, we were both feeling pleasantly fuzzy.
As the couple spoke earnestly of their love for each other, Jon’s hand, which had been resting on my knee, trailed ever so slightly up my thigh. His fingers traced the slit of my skirt. As soon as the bride and groom had finished saying “I do”, I pushed my way to the toilets and splashed some water on my burning cheeks.
Moments later, I heard a knock. With water still dripping from my face, I let Jon in. Our mouths met – open, wet and hungry – as we slammed the door behind us. I reached for his belt but he playfully slapped my hand away, hoisting me up onto the counter instead. He buried his head between my legs, pulling my knickers to the side and expertly teasing my clitoris with his tongue. As I was about to climax, he flipped me around and entered me from behind, my elbows resting on the wet sink. A few thrusts later, we both cried out in orgasm, collapsing in a heap.
As we caught our breath, I heard it – a tapping on the other side of the door. Between the drunken sex and the music, we hadn’t noticed someone had been knocking – and we hadn’t been quiet. I opened the door to find the maid of honour at the front of a queue of guests, waiting to get in.
Word quickly spread about what we’d done, and a bridesmaid asked us to leave before the cake was even cut. We called a cab and made out in the back seat the entire ride home, giddy on alcohol and embarrassment.
It took a few heartfelt apologies to mend our relationship with the couple, but the hotness of the deed made it totally worth it. It was the best sex of my life, and it definitely made me want to RSVP “attending” to every future wedding invitation. Next time, however, we’ll try to wait until the dessert’s been served before getting it on.
“We hadn’t noticed that someone had been knocking”