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The Best Friend's Wedding:

With my wife's family living out of state, I try to fit as much important "family business" in our trips as I can. I'm one of those few guys who actually likes his inlaws; it has nothing to do with the fact that they're multi-millionaires of 65 and 73, with her being an only child - one hell of a perk though. My wife was the Maid of Honor at her best friend's wedding, so we had an excuse to travel to her hometown. Besides... my wife (girlfriend at the time) was the hottest bridesmaid, so I sure as hell wasn't going to let her go alone and I secretly used this as my trip to ask her father for her hand in marriage.

Anyway, I was sort of an unofficial groomsman. It was great, I got to enjoy all of the drinking and partying as a groomsman without all of the requirements/ceremony/BS. With this status came a lot of middle man work between the groomsmen and bridesmaids. Sounds pretty crappy, but it also effectively made me the "gay friend" to 5 ladies in their upper 20s with too much on their minds to worry about modesty.

The bride was a wild one. So much that she probably fucked 1-3 guys a week outside of her relationship (man, the information I'm privy to with my wife being the best friend). I'd say the first major incident of the weekend was her showing off her fresh waxing with me in the room. I'm pretty sure she did it on purpose. It's not like she cares. The second she meets someone on a dating site or app, they got nudes. She's not remotely my type, but it counts, right?

I happened to be bringing my wife breakfast the morning before the wedding, figured I'd bring them all breakfast where they were doing their bridal party spa thing. They didn't seem to mind me hanging out. I tried to drop off the good, got invited in. I was cordial and tried to leave them to their girl time, but they kept holding me there with conversation. So, there I am with these five ladies in their robes. Walking from treatment to treatment. Bending over. Changing seats. Etc. Pretty much all the upskirts and downshirts you could ask for.

On the morning prior to the ceremony. I was flopping between rooms as the communication so no one would see the bride. The stress was high for them, and like I said... modesty seemed to have left the building or it became a monkey see monkey do situation. Anyway, I'm with my wife in the dressing room relaying messages and bringing up another bottle of wine. And, it's natural for my wife, a live-in girlfriend at the time, to just change in front of me. No big deal. So she stripped everything off. Put on a different thong (no bra dresses) and started to arrange her dress. Well... the others saw her doing it. Next thing you know, they're all doing it and my wife just looked at me and shrugged.

And, while uneventful and nothing out of the ordinary for these forums, it was a windy outside ceremony - a symphony of blowing skirts for the whole ceremony.

Our Wedding:

This is much shorter and a lot less eventful, but worth noting. Half of that original bridal party was back for our wedding. My wife was too stressed for the separation thing, so we just said fuck tradition so I could be her anchor in everything. This placed me in the bridal dressing room, once again, while everyone was getting ready but my wife (so the dress would still be a mystery). They all had matching satin robes and no bras. They didn't dress in front of me this time. We had a bit of a private moment at some point when everyone was out getting things done.

Popping a pre-wedding ceremony valium, my wife was completely disheveled from the chaos. Her hair was a wreck, only about half her makeup on. Her care was just gone, lol. There was a knock at the door and the photographer finally arrived. So they were going over shots she wanted him to get in her "blah" state and at some point, I noticed, one of her tits was out of her robe while she was talking with him. I wanted to tell her, but... he'd already seen it, no big deal at that point.

Anyway, she eventually noticed it and covered herself back up a few minutes before everyone started coming back in. I left, the photographer stayed to get "getting ready" shots. I heard later she was topless in front of the photographer while they were getting her dress on anyway. I railed her pretty hard in the honeymoon suite that night. Makes me want to be a photographer with all the boudoir and "getting ready" shots, lol.

On side note, in regards to wedding and honeymoons... there's nothing quite like a cruise ship balcony sea breeze on your balls when you're pounding the lady. And always take a snorkeling excursion, make sure you're first back on the boat when all the ladies start coming out of the water.