Blame it on the Wedding Dress Chapter 3

"Good morning, girlie-boy", she said when she noticed me.

"Good morning, Miss Sylvia." I replied.

"Sorry for being late. Even on Sundays traffic is no fun. Good that you have started already. So, what's next? - The slip."

"Wife, my cock is requesting your lips!" Frank said.

"Of course, now I'm there for you."

My sister in the creme colored satin night gown kneeled down on the side of the bed and freed Frank's penis from the sheets. I blinked at it for a second – even non-erect the cock was large. Instantly, Katie began to lick and suck her husband's erection.

Sylvia picked a white silk slip, which basically looked like a tank top but was very long. She put it over my head and let my arms slip through the holes. The hem fell down until shortly above the floor.

Next was the crinoline. This kind of skirt looked like a transparent floor length skirt with five flounces stitched to it. It served for magnifying the skirt of the bridal gown worn over it. I had some trouble to step into the waist of it with my floor length slip. Sylvia allowed me to hold her shoulder and I made it. She pulled the crinoline up and closed it behind my back.

"Now for the big thing you have waited for", Sylvia said and fetched the bridal gown. "Would you like to step into it of move it over your head?"

I decided for the head and Sylvia crumpled it together over her arms.

"Bow down", she commanded, and I reached out with my arms for the sleeves. With one movement, the dress fell down around me and only needed to be pulled in place a bit, here and there.

"I see that you have experience wearing such fine dresses", Sylvia said.

I wanted to disagree because I truly did not have that much experience, but I let her finish her job helping me do dress in that fine satin bridal gown.

She closed the long zipper in the back of the dress and some buttons inside the ends of the sleeves.