Carrying Her Dress

By Jeff White

An erotic short story, of 14,000 words.

Richard was on his stag night. His friends hired a stripper, who let Richard go a lot further than Helen, his fiancee, would have allowed from the only man she had ever slept with.

Her two colleagues at work, who had been at the stag night and were no angels themselves, accidentally let Helen find out. When she needed comforting, they were on hand ....

"They stripped the wedding dress from her, led her to the bed, and laid her down in the centre of it; lying next to her, they took it in turns to kiss her mouth, letting their tongues go deep into her, and fight with her own; then, together, they worked down her body .....

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jeff White
• Release date: Oct 6, 2011
• ISBN: 9780957066915

Jeff White

I am a middle-aged Englishman, ok a young 56-yr-old, who has spent many years serving refreshments to a largely sympathetic public; I've now stepped back from that, and am doing a bit of writing, both adult and otherwise, and offering assistance to prospective e-publishers, ie helping to format and upload ebooks.

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Carrying Her Dress

A short and sexy story by

Jeff White

Master of erotic literature

Published By Jeff White

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Copyright 2011 Jeff White

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Chapter One

8.15 in the morning. Helen was walking down Park Road with her wedding dress over her arm. No box, no bag, and obviously a wedding dress. Passing mums on the school run were possibly too busy controlling kids to be curious; passing men travelling to work may have built up their own stories about it. Helen cared not at all. That she would have to somehow repair and clean the garment before Saturday also didn’t concern her very much. The pleasant tingling ache between her legs, and the memory of a night well spent, were enough for her.

It wasn’t revenge: that would be cheap. Nor did she consider herself someone who would ever be unfaithful, and nor again had she sought a final fling, a last clasp at spinsterhood. It had just seemed the right thing to do on Tuesday afternoon, when Tom and Flyn in the office had made a rude suggestion. Not revenge, no, but still sauce for the goose.

The previous Saturday, Helen’s fiance, Richard, went on his stag night. She herself had declined to have a hen night; she was not one for rowdy partying, and what other purpose would there be in going out with a group of her girlfriends to celebrate her last week as a single girl? She had no objection, though, to Richard going out. She trusted him absolutely, and if he wanted to go for a boozy night out with the boys, well it would hardly be the first time. Nor did Helen expect him to stay home sober every night after the wedding. Helen had not been with any man other than Richard in her life. He had deflowered her on their fourth date just after her 18th birthday, and she had come powerfully that first time, and every time since. She was not in any way religious, and had never considered where she stood on adultery, because she simply couldn’t imagine it happening. She and Richard had sex together, they didn’t have sex with anybody else, and that was all there was to it. Other couples could order there lives however they pleased, that was their absolute right, but Helen and Richard were a sexually exclusive outfit.

Helen worked in a small office, just herself, Moira, and two men, Tom and Flyn. The lads were both single, each preferring to have a succession of girlfriends rather than a long-term relationship. To Helen, that was fine if it suited them, but not something that would suit her mind-set. Both were very fanciable in their own ways, and there was often sexual banter that could, in a different team of people, border on the inappropriate; within their office it was ok though. Moira had slept with both men, seperately, of course, on many occasions, the two guys seeming to regard her as a spare for weekends when they hadn’t pulled, and she definitely saw them that way! Strong sexual needs, that girl! As far as Helen was concerned, the banter was amusing, sometimes even mildly arousing, but she was so secure in her engagement with Richard that she never felt threatened, and certainly never felt tempted. Once, at an office party, Flynn had made a half-hearted attempt to come on to her. The attempt was half hearted, anyway; the hard-on Helen felt during the slow dance was anything but, and certainly the first time she had become aware that they came in different sizes. But it mattered not a bit to her, because it wasn’t Richards, therefore no matter how impressive, it wasn’t hers.

What if you weren’t with Richard? Tom pressed her.

But I am. End of story, and Flyn’s next dance was with Moira. Helen smiled to herself, certain that her work-mate was going to get a lot more cock that night than she herself was, but happy that she still had the better of the deal.

The Monday after the stag do, Helen got to work,