with a microphone in her hand.
“You people ready to party?” she shouted. The guests cheered and Christie broke into song, dancing and strutting as if she was in concert except she was completely nude and amazingly beautiful. I imagined I was witnessing the fantasy of millions of adolescent boys as one of the world’s premier pop divas shook her thing in the buff at my wedding reception. James took me around and introduced me to some of the guests. At one point, I wondered if the neighbors would tolerate the noise, but it wasn’t long before I realized most of them were at the reception. That was one way to keep the neighbors from complaining, I supposed.
“And this is Barbara, my favorite neighbor,” James said introducing me to an older woman with straight, dirty blonde hair and a pronounced, if not famous, nose.
“Nice to meet you finally, sweetie. This young man gives you any trouble, you tell me and I’ll bust his balls,” Barbara said in her famous nasally voice and then she hugged me.
“Nice to meet you too,” I replied. Barbara smiled and wandered off to mingle. “Your neighbor is that Barbara?” I asked James.
“You mean our neighbor and yeah. I thought you knew that,” James said. I didn’t. Wow! My mom used to listen to her albums for hours on end and had seen Barbara in concert several times. She would lose her mind when she found out and she might even rethink her position concerning her son-in-law, that is once I told her she had a son-in-law. I tried not to let that thought linger but I couldn’t help but wondering how that conversation might go.
We partied into the wee hours and after a while, I hardly noticed anyone was nude. I couldn’t have planned a better wedding. More conventional sure, but not better. I mean, how many girls not only got to marry a rock star but married him on stage and then partied nude afterward with celebrities and good friends? Not many, I was sure. Christie was still singing and dancing and at one point Barbara joined her. Helen and Dana walked around star struck but they assured me they were having a blast. They asked me if they thought Benny would enjoy another night with them. I assured them he would.
I was enjoying the party and the guests but it was time. James and I had our own party to attend alone upstairs. I said goodnight to Josie and Anna and thanked them for helping plan this.
“It was so much fun and seeing the look on your face was so worth it,” Josie told me.
“That was classic,” Anna added and then mocked the look I had on my face with her own, her mouth agape and her eyes opened wide. I couldn’t help but giggle.
“We’ll hold down the fort. You go get your husband and rock his world,” Josie told me. I giggled again.
“Don’t worry, I plan to,” I said. We all hugged and then I made the rounds with the band, Vinnie and then joined Christie who was going on hour three of singing and dancing. She was a machine. As I danced with Christie, James noticed and got that look in his eye. I know what he was thinking. Apparently, so did Christie. James came over and watched as Christie and I danced nude.
“You wish, metal head. I might do this cutie, but you’re out of luck,” Christie joked. James laughed and Christie spanked my ass, “Go get him, girl.” I hugged her and finally James and I wandered inside. As we approached the stairs, James grabbed me and picked me up. He kissed me as he cradled me in his arms and then carried my upstairs, to the bedroom and to our bed.
“Carrying me over the threshold? How absolutely traditional, Mr. Turner,” I teased him.
“Should I have drug you by your hair?” he retorted.
“Hmm, maybe tomorrow night,” I said and gave him a fiery look.
“I do love it when you get fired up, Mrs. Turner,” he shot back as he laid me on his bed. I discovered James was already getting hard as he loomed over me next to the bed. I dragged a finger down his length and James’ cock swelled and
“You people ready to party?” she shouted. The guests cheered and Christie broke into song, dancing and strutting as if she was in concert except she was completely nude and amazingly beautiful. I imagined I was witnessing the fantasy of millions of adolescent boys as one of the world’s premier pop divas shook her thing in the buff at my wedding reception. James took me around and introduced me to some of the guests. At one point, I wondered if the neighbors would tolerate the noise, but it wasn’t long before I realized most of them were at the reception. That was one way to keep the neighbors from complaining, I supposed.
“And this is Barbara, my favorite neighbor,” James said introducing me to an older woman with straight, dirty blonde hair and a pronounced, if not famous, nose.
“Nice to meet you finally, sweetie. This young man gives you any trouble, you tell me and I’ll bust his balls,” Barbara said in her famous nasally voice and then she hugged me.
“Nice to meet you too,” I replied. Barbara smiled and wandered off to mingle. “Your neighbor is that Barbara?” I asked James.
“You mean our neighbor and yeah. I thought you knew that,” James said. I didn’t. Wow! My mom used to listen to her albums for hours on end and had seen Barbara in concert several times. She would lose her mind when she found out and she might even rethink her position concerning her son-in-law, that is once I told her she had a son-in-law. I tried not to let that thought linger but I couldn’t help but wondering how that conversation might go.
We partied into the wee hours and after a while, I hardly noticed anyone was nude. I couldn’t have planned a better wedding. More conventional sure, but not better. I mean, how many girls not only got to marry a rock star but married him on stage and then partied nude afterward with celebrities and good friends? Not many, I was sure. Christie was still singing and dancing and at one point Barbara joined her. Helen and Dana walked around star struck but they assured me they were having a blast. They asked me if they thought Benny would enjoy another night with them. I assured them he would.
I was enjoying the party and the guests but it was time. James and I had our own party to attend alone upstairs. I said goodnight to Josie and Anna and thanked them for helping plan this.
“It was so much fun and seeing the look on your face was so worth it,” Josie told me.
“That was classic,” Anna added and then mocked the look I had on my face with her own, her mouth agape and her eyes opened wide. I couldn’t help but giggle.
“We’ll hold down the fort. You go get your husband and rock his world,” Josie told me. I giggled again.
“Don’t worry, I plan to,” I said. We all hugged and then I made the rounds with the band, Vinnie and then joined Christie who was going on hour three of singing and dancing. She was a machine. As I danced with Christie, James noticed and got that look in his eye. I know what he was thinking. Apparently, so did Christie. James came over and watched as Christie and I danced nude.
“You wish, metal head. I might do this cutie, but you’re out of luck,” Christie joked. James laughed and Christie spanked my ass, “Go get him, girl.” I hugged her and finally James and I wandered inside. As we approached the stairs, James grabbed me and picked me up. He kissed me as he cradled me in his arms and then carried my upstairs, to the bedroom and to our bed.
“Carrying me over the threshold? How absolutely traditional, Mr. Turner,” I teased him.
“Should I have drug you by your hair?” he retorted.
“Hmm, maybe tomorrow night,” I said and gave him a fiery look.
“I do love it when you get fired up, Mrs. Turner,” he shot back as he laid me on his bed. I discovered James was already getting hard as he loomed over me next to the bed. I dragged a finger down his length and James’ cock swelled and
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