Chapter 9

Cassie came back to the present, to where she stood on the steps of the town hall beside her new husband, Mike, smiling for the cameras of her many friends. Why should she not smile? This was her wedding day and she was very happy to formalise the relationship that she and Mike shared. Inside, however, she was trembling. It was hard not to hyperventilate. She slowed down her breathing with a conscious effort.

Now the photos were over and the guests were dispersing, going to dress for the reception a little later. Cassie turned to Mike.

“Time to go and prepare ourselves,” she said. “I’m ready for my special dress, now.”

The reception was held way out in the country, at a former stately home that Mike had hired through some connection that Cassie didn’t know and didn’t ask about. A vast buffet had been laid out by caterers who had then left.

Neither Cassie nor Mike had family, no siblings and no parents. This had allowed them to have a guest list made up exclusively of friends. Many of them were couples, but there was a significant minority of single men and women.

When Cassie made her entrance into the huge space where the reception was being held, there was a moment of shocked silence. The dress she was wearing pushed her breasts almost out of the top of it. The outer edge of her areola was visible. The dress was sheer all the way down at the back, revealing that she was naked under it.

With her heart beating like thunder, Cassie walked among her guests. Although she’d got used to the idea of being exposed in front of strangers, which gave her a buzz that she’d learned to love, she had never given her friends even an inkling of the extent of the sexual exploration that she was ready to undertake.

There was champagne and dancing. As usual, Cassie partnered as many different men as she could. She saw several men approaching Mike and having conversations with him. She knew what he was telling them, because they’d worked it out in advance.

“There will be people who will comment on how exposed you are, that’s certain,” he’d said. “What am I going to say? You decide.”

Cassie had taken a deep breath. “If someone says I’m too exposed, you tell them that we both enjoy it when my breasts are on show and when people can see I have no knickers on. If anyone asks if they can touch, you say of course they can, that they can do anything they want to me. If anyone says I’m turning them on, tell them, good, that’s the idea. Finally, if anyone asks if they can fuck me, you say that is what we are hoping for, that I should be fucked by as many people as possible to celebrate this special occasion.”

It wasn’t a surprise, therefore, when the first hands started to grope Cassie’s breasts, popping them out of the top of her dress. Once her nipples were on show, that seemed to be the cue for her to have them sucked quite openly by several of her dance partners. The atmosphere was becoming loaded. Only a few wives or girlfriends were concerned, seeing their menfolk swarm round Cassie like bees round a honeypot.

Cassie returned for a moment to Mike’s side. She was breathing heavily and her makeup was smudged. He could see where her nipples had been abused by fingers and lips. She was radiant. “Is it as good as you’d hoped?” she asked Mike.

“So far, so good,” he replied. Cassie turned on her heel and returned to the dance floor. A slow tune was playing and Cassie danced alone. A circle of guests formed around her. She caressed her bared breasts as she swayed. After a moment, she started to raise her skirt, swishing it to and fro and showing off her thighs. Then she held it out to the sides and did a spin. The pirouette lifted the skirt, letting everyone see that not only was she naked under it, but that her pubic hair had all been shaved off, exhibiting the pink cleft of her sex. There was a collective gasp, then a mass movement as she was submerged in a crowd of people, all touching and caressing, stimulating her.