It was a big wedding. Her folks were society to say the least. The Bonaventure in Downtown LA was the only place that was large enough to do the reception when they wanted it done. Back then (70's) a wedding reception that cost $250k was unusual - very unusual. The "haul" she raked in in terms of wedding gifts was amazing, however. The silver patter she selected at tiffany's - we wound up with a service for 48! A complete service for 48. Same thing on the china. And Crystal. An uncle in the appliance bus gave us very high end kitchen appliances. I mean side by side, dishwashers (2) disposal, Franke' Sink and faucets, Was it quid pro quo for the reception? I don't know for certain but I think it came close on a dollars spent for dollars raked in. We moved into a brand new three bedroom home in LaJolla Shores and had no problem furnishing the entire house in grand style.

We went to the ceremony at the Cathedral Of Los Angeles. It was a small service. About two hundred of their most intimate friends, and about 50 or 60 or my buddies, their dates, etc. Her younger sister was the Maid of Honor and her father gave her away. I could see the look in his eye as he did - wondering how many million this was going to cost him - but she looked so happy and I was good to her. He really couldn't hate me, but then somehow he did anyway.

I pretended not to notice his final glance toward me as he slipped her arm into mine. The words, the rings, and I now pronounce you... it was done. We fairly ran back up the isle. There were photographers inside and outside. The families profile had attracted lots of papparatzi. Our little wedding party joined us for a few photos and we we whisk into a waiting limo and back to the Bonaventure for the reception. We had a suite on the 30th floor of one of the towers and it was lavish. Her make up and grooming stuff was in one bath, mine in the other. We weren't leaving for our honey moon that night. But the NEXT evening we were on Air France to New York and then onto the Concord to Paris. But tonight it was tres LA. The bar was stocked with good champagne and there was light food waiting for us when we got back from the ceremony. We dined on little lobster sandwiches and fresh fruit and good wine. It was a perfect little meal. They called from downstairs and our guests were arriving now. The receiving line was incomplete without us.

We headed for the elevator, and my brand new wife went on down. I'd forgotten my watch in the room and went back for it. I got the next elevator and two floors below ours it stopped again. It was her sister - our Maid of Honor - getting on. I said "you just missed your sister" and she said "i'm glad I did. I wanted to see you my new brother-in-law. " With that she reached her arms around my neck and kissed me, hard. I was surprised but I did kiss back. All the time I'd been dating her sister, I'd been looking at this one out of the corner of my eye. The pity was she knew it! I pushed her against the control panel and somehow we hit the stop switch. The glassed in Elevator was 20 some stories up in the air and we were facing N x NW looking at the west side of LA in the distance and Hollywood nearer. She grabbed my crotch and I was already more hard than not. She said "Joanie said you were big, honey, but that's absurd". I've taken a lot of kidding about being well endowed but in the end most don't seem to object too much. She expertly pulled my cock up and lowered it carefully thru my unzipped trousers, making certain the delicate skin didn't contact the zipper's teeth. She dropped down to her knees in her four inch heels and started to blow me. I hadn't gotten any in about a week because we'd been so busy during the day and tired at night. Now my body wanted to make up for it's five days with no sex.

I pulled her up, and spun her around facing away from me. She still had on her long gown and I reached under the tight satin and pulled it up her legs and over her gorgeous round ass. She had on a stocking, garter belt, and no panties. I touched her and began to finger her and she was already moaning. She said "I can't take that" as I began rubbing my hard cock against the moist area between her legs... and I said "yes, you can and you're going to take it all you little bitch!" With that I bent her over and spread her ass checks open and could see the head of my manhood straining to enter her. I spit into my hand and smeared the salvia on my cock head. That bit of moisture combined with some of her juices was enough. I felt my dick entering her. Deeper and deeper. I watched as I was make small but powerful thrusts and saw her opening up for me... My cock opened her more with each thrust. Finally I was all the way in. I held her too me wanting to possess her and fill her at the same time. She was moaning and telling me how it hurt her little pussy. I said should I take it out? and she said "Oh, NO! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" and I did. With her bending over in those heels, her gown over her ass, and those long legs and round ass exposed, I took her. I did fuck her hard, harder than I've dared fuck most in my life. The little bitch had cared NOTHING for my vows with her sister and she wanted my big cock just so she could say she'd had it. Well, fine. I'd make sure she remembered having it! Her screaming and my thrusting coupled with the alarm going off in the elevator car and I shot my load into her. I pulled her tightly to me and made sure she felt my cock throbbing as I shot over and over deep inside of her.

She pulled her gown down, and I zipped up and straightened my tux and shirt and bow tie which was still thankfully in place. Young men don't loose their erections very quickly and I sure didn't after that piece. I was hard with the front of my trousers ballooning for the next ten or fifteen minutes or so. A few of the girls noticed and one kind aunt of someone's came over and stood directly in front of me to block the view of my embarrassment.

I got some water in me, and made noises about looking for my wife. The kind woman who was then probably 45 and very attractive who was someone's aunt and who'd taken pity on my semi-turgid state and stepped in to block the view by others said to me, "That's when you bad better have some excuse. Tell her you spilled wine on the trousers and had to spot and dry them, or something. You smell like raw fucking sex and I'd guess you've not been with your new bride? There are worse things men can do. But for God's sake make certain she doesn't have a clue and never does find out!" I nodded my assent and set about the task of looking for a men's room to check the damage and hopefully air the scent of sex off of me before I went to my bride.

So kids, that's my favorite position. "Modified standing Doggie Style with her bent over and holding onto the railing in the outside elevator at the Bonaventure." The next day before leaving for NY and Paris, I managed to have my new bride in the same position, different elevator. And to this day when I'm in an outdoor elevator on a high rise I start thinking about fucking my sister-in-law at the Bonaventre. It's been over thirty years since that day and I've been divorced from that wife for 20 years. But it started a little tradition and every woman I've ever been half-way serious about has gotten nailed at least once in that damned elevator! Its a great place to fuck! Trust me!