0 comments/ 172646 views/ 21 favorites The Wedding Reception By: Kip Carson Rodney never quite knew what to expect from his mother's side of the family. He had been to 2 or 3 wedding receptions earlier that year, and a couple of them were total disasters. The worst one, his cousin Krystal's reception, was more of a drunken brawl. His uncle, her Dad, had learned that the groom hit his daughter recently. So, once the drinks flowed and everyone became a bit tipsy, he confronted him. He hit the young man, and all hell broke loose. Rodney sat in the corner and watched, vowing never to return to another of his family events. Anyway, he reluctantly went to this one. It turned out to be quite nice. He didn't take a date with him. He basically figured, he would mingle with long lost relatives, and maybe get drunk. He had an older cousin, her name was Margaret. She was 6 years older than him. She was an extremely beautiful, and quite sexy lady. Rodney had always figured if he wasn't kin to her, he would have loved to take her out. She danced with him most of the night, and they got pretty drunk. Her daughter, Michelle was 18. She flirted with Rodney all night long. Rodney enjoyed the attention, but realized this was his relatives. Close to the end of the evening, he was dancing with his cousin's daughter, Michelle. She was wearing a short dress. The top was very low cut. Her firm ample cleavage was clearly visible. Her mother had allowed her to drink that evening. Needless to say she was feeling pretty loose. Rodney himself, was feeling quite drunk. They only lived a few blocks from the reception hall, and Rodney lived 30 miles away. Margaret told Rodney he could sleep at her house. He didn't need to try and drive that long distance in his condition. He agreed. He followed her to her house. Once inside, Michelle began taking her panty hose off, bitching about wearing "those damn uncomfortable things". Rodney watched as she sat on the sofa, with her dress hiked above her hips. She was pulling the dark hose down and he could see that they had built in panties. As she pulled them from her feet, he noticed her pretty little bush. As he looked at her teenage bush, his cock became quite hard. Margaret slipped up behind him and placed her hands around his waist. "What are you looking at so hard?" she asked him. Her eyes noticed her daughter's bare pussy. Her hands slid between his legs. She felt his 10 inch cock as it pressed against his slacks. "Oh, my You are sure hard, aren't you?" she commented. Rodney felt quite embarrassed as she rubbed his aching erection. "Michelle, you should be ashamed, she said, you have made cousin Rodney all hard" Michelle glanced up. Her mother began unzipping his pants. She pulled his long, thick throbbing cock from the fly. "Mmm, will you take a look at this magnificent hunk of meat" she said. Michelle crawled across the living room carpet towards her mother and Rodney. He looked down at the beautiful 18 year old, her breasts were almost hanging from her lowcut dress. Michelle knelt between his legs, and she slowly raised herself until her mouth was very close to his cock. Rodney could feel her hot breath as it blew against his hard cock. Michelle's soft tongue flicked against the swollen cockhead. Margaret held his cock tightly in her hand, as her daughter took the head into her mouth. "Yes, suck it my darling daughter, make him want us" she moaned. Rodney couldn't believe what he was hearing. He felt her wet tongue as it swirled around his cock head. She began to take him deeply into her mouth. Her mother was now cupping his balls. She gently squeezed them as her daughter expertly sucked him. "Let's go to my room" Margaret suggested. Michelle quickly led the way. As they entered the bedroom, Michelle was already stripped down to her panties. Her firm young titties stood proudly. Her nipples were swollen and pink. Margaret stripped quickly also. She stood before him totally naked. Her breasts were smaller that her daughters, but just as firm and fine. Her pussy was neatly trimmed. He could see the swollen pink] clit. Michelle jumped onto the bed, and eagerly spread her fine young legs. Her pussy was obviously wet. Rodney tossed his clothing off quickly and laid on the bed. He thrust his tongue against her wet pussy. She moaned as he began to suck her hot clit. Margaret was now sucking his cock. GOD, did his cousin know how to give head. He moaned as she swallowed his entire cock deep into her throat. He hungrily ate Michelle's pussy. It was so sweet and wet. She held his head against her pussy. He began to fuck her pink cunt with his tongue. Her pussy gripped his tongue tightly. "God, if it can grip my tongue that tight, it could do wonders to my cock" he thought. Margaret was sucking him greedily. Her hand was between her own legs, and she was furiously rubbing her own clit as she expertly sucked his cock. Michelle began to moan softly. Her hips began to buck. She climaxed. Her pussy juices flowed into his mouth. He slurped them up, continuing to eat her. Her mother increased the speed on his cock. Her mouth moved up and down rapidly on his long, thick cock. He grunted. He didn't really want to cum this way, not with 2 hot pussies he could fuck. He pushed his cousin's mouth from his cock. He looked at her teenage daughter with her pussy lips held widely apart with her long red nails. He pressed his thick cock head against her wet cunt, and began to slowly slide in to her. "Mmm, yes.... fuck me baby" she yelled. He continued to slowly push his large cock into her small pussy. "Fuck her hard, she can take it" her mother screamed. Rodney looked at the young girl, and she was smiling, her eyes were rolled back in ecstasy. He thrust hard, and entered her fully. Her tight pussy gripped his large cock, sucking him in. "YES, fuck me Hard!!" she moaned. Rodney began fucking her. She thrust against him wildly. He had never felt such tightness before. Her pussy was incredible. Her mother straddled her face, and began lowering her pretty pussy against her lips. Michelle's young tongue darted against her mom's pussy and she hungrily licked her wet slit. "Oh, baby, you know what Mama likes" she moaned. Michelle's tongue focused on the swollen clit. She licked it lovingly making small circular motions with her tongue. Margaret moaned and ground her pussy against her daughter's pretty face. Rodney could hear her making sucking noises as she ate her mother. Rodney was ramming her young cunt with great fury. He could feel her young body as it tensed up beneath him. She began to quiver, and he could hear her muffled moans. She began cumming. Her pussy tightened around his cock very tightly. He stopped pumping her, because he knew he would cum. "Don't stop, she loves to feel hot cum squirt into her sweet succulent pussy" Margaret yelled. Rodney thrust deeply into her hot pussy, and he grunted. His cum shot into her with great force. Her pussy squeezed his cock, and she jerked her young hips against him. He began filling her wonderful pussy with his hot love juice. Margaret moaned and began to arch her back. She came intensely. Her pussy juices ran down her daughter's chin and onto her beautiful breasts. "Oh, GOD baby" she moaned. Rodney's cum continued to squirt into Michelle's excellent pussy. After he finished cumming, he withdrew his large cock from Michelle's pussy. Margaret was still grinding her pussy against her daughter's mouth. He began to kiss Margaret. Their tongues met like 2 long lost friends. They kissed each other passionately. His hands found her tiny erect nipples and he began squeezing them. She continued to ride Michelle's pretty young face. Rodney's cock remained rock hard even after shooting his large wad of cum into his second cousin's tender young pussy. He began rubbing his cock between Michelle's mouth and her mom's pussy. The feeling of the two wet openings against his cock felt wonderful. He rubbed his cock against his cousin's swollen wet clit, and her daughter would lick the shaft of his large cock as it moved against the wet pink love bud. He rubbed his cock against her wet slit, and the head easily slid inside of her. Michelle began sucking his balls. He moaned. As he fucked his cousin, her daughter continued licking and sucking his balls. His cock was sliding deeper and deeper into Margaret's exquisite pussy. She moaned and held his ass. Michelle slid from beneath them. She began to kiss her mother. Rodney watched as their tongues met. This was definitely one of the hottest things he had ever seen in his life. Mother and daughter hungrily sucked each other's tongues. He was fucking Margaret's hot pussy fast and hard. She was playing with Michelle's beautiful young breasts. Her fingers firmly pinched the erect pink nipples. He felt his cousin's pussy clamp around him, and she moaned loudly. She came and came again. Her daughter was now sucking her tiny erect nipples. She was gently biting them. He watched as her mouth closed around the pink nipples. His cock pulsated wildly. He moaned, and his cum squirted deep into his cousin's hot pussy. "Fuck yes, it's incredible" she moaned as she came again. "Shoot it in me, fill my hot pussy with your cream" she grunted. His cum squirted and squirted into her moist pussy. She tightly gripped his cock with her vaginal muscles. "Oh, yes give it to your cuz, baby" she yelled. Rodney continued fucking her. His cock remained rock hard. He kept on fucking her longer and longer. He couldn't believe it, but he was going to cum again. She held him tightly. "Let Michelle taste your sweet cum" she yelled. He pulled his cock from his cousin's pussy, and her daughter took it into her mouth. His cum squirted into the teen's hot mouth. She sucked his cock expertly, milking his cum from the pulsating cock. "Mmm, yes, eat it baby" Margaret moaned. Rodney watched as his cum dribbled down across her teenage lips, and onto her chin. Margaret began to kiss her daughter again licking the cum from her face. The both licked his oozing cockhead with their wet tongues. He moaned. It was so damn incredible. They both licked him until the last drop of cum oozed from the swollen cock head. "Oh, yes, how incredible" Margaret moaned. They both lay on each side of him, and snuggled up to him. He felt warm and exhausted. They all 3 slept together, snuggling close all night. The next morning, they had another round of hot sex. Rodney wished they could all 3 just live together, and do this all of the time. He looked forward to family events from that day on... The Wedding Reception I woke with a dry mouth and throbbing head. Through bleary eyes I didn't recognise the image of the surroundings which danced crazily around inside my head. I stopped to think for a minute. Hmmm.... It was clearly obvious that I was suffering the ill effects of drinking too much from the night before, but this didn't shed any light on where I was, what time it was, how I got to be here, or indeed, what day it was. God, I really must have been very drunk. I pulled myself from the horizontal position I was lying in on some stranger's sofa to sit upright and almost instantly regretted doing so. The room spun round and round, nausea engulfed me. I lied back down again to keep myself from throwing up. It was then recollections of the previous night's events started to spring in to my mind. Music... I remembered there had been music. Music and lights. That's it! There was a disco we were at. We - not I? I paused. My wife Lin was there with me. Yes, okay, we were there together, but where was I now, and more to the point where was she? I continued my train of thought, trying to remember more. We had been invited to a wedding reception, some friends of Lin's were getting married. When I say friends, they were more like acquaintances and when we got there we hardly knew anyone. So far so good, my memory seemed to be restoring gradually as I traced the night's events. I idly thought a little more about it. I picked up from where I left off. We hardly knew anyone there, but everyone was really friendly, laughing, joking and after a while we found ourselves sitting on a table with some close friends of the bride and groom. We talked like old friends, buying rounds of drinks for each other, dancing and generally having a good time. By now my memories were becoming a little more obscured - by this time I think that the alcohol was taking its toll. I remembered the disco stopping for what must have been the end of the night and getting into a car driven by one of the men we had befriended on the table. I sat in the front passenger seat, Lin had sat in the back in-between two other friends of the man driving the car. Mike and Steve, yes, that's what there names were. John was driving. The journey to wherever we were going to lasted a fairly long time, but Lin seemed to be enjoying herself, whispering and giggling with the other two in the back. We eventually pulled up in a driveway in a house, got out and went inside. And that was it - that's where I was - in John, Mike or Steve's house. Ah, I thought, one piece of the puzzle solved. We went inside and I was poured another drink. Someone put some music on. Music.... Lin was dancing with John in the sitting room, some slow songs were playing and they were fairly close to each other. At first I didn't notice it, although it must have happened practically the moment they started dancing, John's hands were resting on Lin's arse. This progressed from a gentle caress to a full-on grope. And yet I sat there saying nothing. This, now, being sober, made me feel sick to the bone, my wife had been touched up in front of me and I had quite plainly accepted it. Maybe it was the drink, maybe I was being naive, but this was for sure - Lin was being quite clearly being groped by this man and obviously knew it, and yet she said nothing neither, there again, I thought to myself, if I were enjoying a little fun and my husband didn't object, neither would I. My non-objection for things getting a little out of hand was like a free for all to have a quick feel up whilst having a smooch with my wife. John, Mike and Steve took it in turns to have a dance with Lin, each pressing themselves close to her, hands roaming along her hips, around her waist, stroking each arse cheek in turn, feeling the back of her thighs, whilst Lin responding by giggling and whispering in each of the mens' ears, her fingers intertwined around the back of their necks, swaying in time with the songs playing on the stereo. My memory was becoming fuzzy again, all I could remember now was sitting and watching the men dance in turn with my wife while I drank my way through the bottle of vodka which I had been presented with. And that was it - that was all I could remember, I must have blacked out. I looked down at the floor, there was the empty vodka bottle and drained glass... I decided that it was time to do something, even if it was to get a glass of water. I hauled myself up and set off to look for the kitchen. Feeling a little better after finding the kitchen sink and drinking what seemed like a gallon of water I headed off to have a look round to see where everyone was. This proved to be less than fruitful, the two bedrooms I found were empty, although obviously slept in - the sheets were messed up, the bathroom was empty, although obviously used - towels were discarded all over the floor, the kitchen was empty, although littered with empty cans and bottles. I wandered back in to the sitting room. It was only then I saw the letter on top of the television addressed to me. I opened it up, it read: "Darling, thought you'd better have a lie-in, get a taxi back home when you've woken up, there's a taxi-rank outside, love Lin xxx". The journey home in the taxi took around half an hour and £28 out of my wallet, but at last I was home, home sweet home. Lin was up and about when I got in. "Recovered then?", she asked. "Just about", I replied. "Must have been a hell of a night, if my hangover's anything to judge by." "It was. Shame you missed all the fun though honey..." I paused and waited for her to elaborate, but she busied herself cleaning. Ten seconds passed, then twenty, thirty seconds, one minute. Silence still. I had to ask. "Errr, what fun was er that then?", I stumbled. "The fun you arranged but missed because you got so drunk you fell asleep. Still, I enjoyed myself." Now I was completely confused. Fun? Fun that I arranged? What did I miss out on? I couldn't remember a thing. "Err... I can't remember exactly what happened last night. All I recall was being in a house with some music, dancing, that sort of thing. Y'know?", I said attentively. "That's right", said Lin, "I was dancing with John and Mike and Steve, you remember that right?" "Yeah". "And they were getting a bit carried away, right?" "Yeah, they were having a grope of your arse, as far as I could see", as said impertinently as possible. "They were", Lin replied quite calmly, "but you said you didn't mind." "I DID?" Lin paused, then smirked. Now assuming an air of superiority, she realised that I clearly had no recollection of saying this, and from the beaming smile which now had painted itself on her face I could tell that she was going to relish telling me all about it. Which she did: After I had been dancing with John, Mike and Steve, I went into the kitchen to get another drink. You followed me in, all you kept saying was that how you had seen the way that I had been dancing with the men and how much it was turning you on. You kept repeating yourself, telling me how sexy I was, and how much you wanted to see me kissing another man. (Inside I was laughing to myself, because what hubby didn't know was that when I was dancing with John, Mike and Steve they were turned on too, they kept rubbing their hard, stiff cocks against my tummy, and kept whispering in my ear that they were making plans to take turns to fuck me. In fact, in the car on the way back from the wedding reception Mike had his hands between my legs trying to finger my pussy through my knickers while Steve had his hands underneath my blouse feeling my tits through my bra. Mike, Steve & I couldn't believe hubby didn't notice anything was going on, in the end I was sitting in the middle of the back seat with my legs wide open, knickers pulled down round my knees with Mike and Steve's fingers stretching my sopping wet cunt to its limits. All hubby could do was slur out polite conversation... we were pissing ourselves laughing). You said that you wanted me to kiss one of the men as I danced with him. I refused, saying that they'd probably want to get me into bed if I started to lead them on. This seemed to turn you on and spur you on even more, you said how much you'd like to see another man having sex with me, how you've fantasised about it but were too afraid to ask me. You do realise, I said to you, that if one of them has sex with me, they'll all expect to have sex with me. I asked you if you were certain that this was what you wanted. You told me not to worry. So I didn't..... We went back into the living room, you sat down and I asked John to dance. We started moving to the music, our bodies pressed closely together, I could now feel his prick hardening against my stomach. I kissed him gently on the lips. The kiss lingered, and sensing it was ok, John explored my mouth with his tongue, French kissing deeply, our hands started exploring each other's bodies. John pulled my skirt up to my hips, showing my black stockings, suspenders and knickers, then slid his hands inside the thin material of my panties, slowly caressing my bare bottom. My hand worked in between us, unbuttoning his jeans, working my way inside his boxer shorts, grasping his big, thick cock. Oh, it was so big, much bigger and thicker than yours, I could almost hear it throbbing, I wanted him to fuck me there in the middle of the room, I didn't care that you and the other two were watching, I just needed him so badly now. I glanced over to you and by this time the alcohol had taken its toll, you had unzipped your jeans and pitifully were trying to coax your cock from its limp state to arousal. I felt kind of sorry for you, and considered going no further and leaving there and then. Then again, everything that was happening was your idea, not mine. Why should I feel guilty? Just because you couldn't enjoy yourself, why shouldn't I? John unbuttoned and unzipped my skirt and let in fall to the floor. I followed suit and undid the remaining buttons on his jeans, letting them drop to around his ankles. His hands moved from my bottom and undid my blouse, button by button. After removing it from me he unfastened my bra and sliding the straps over my shoulders and down my arms I stood topless in front of you all. John stepped out of his jeans and removed the rest of his clothes. We then resumed our kiss, even more passionate than before, tongues sharing each other's mouths, my tits and stiff nipples pressing into John's hairy chest, my hand cupping his large full balls. John placed his hand inside the front of my knickers, working his fingers down past my pubic hair he slid two fingers in my wet slit. I parted my legs slightly and started rocking back and forth, thrusting my hips against his hand, letting his big fingers fuck me. I looked over to Mike and Steve, they too had removed their clothes and each sat enjoying the show with a well proportioned stiff cock in hand, obviously waiting for their turn. I then looked at you - I couldn't believe it, you had fallen asleep (or more likely passed out from the amount of vodka you were drinking). So what? I thought. Too bad. I broke from John and took off my panties, sliding down over my stockinged legs, revealing my blonde pussy, which initiated appreciative wolf-whistles from all sober (and conscious) parties. I laid down on my back on the carpeted floor and like a true slut opened my legs wide and announced to John, Mike and Steve that I was ready for them to take turns to fuck me, nodding towards you I said, "he said it's ok". I didn't have to ask twice, the men were more than happy to oblige with my request. John was first (I imagine he got first choice as it was his house), kneeling in between my legs, he eased his superior cock into me, and then slowly started pumping his lovely massive tool in and out of my receptive pussy. I was in heaven, him fucking me like I was some dirty cheap whore, with his magnificent balls slapping against my arse with every thrust of his hips. I'm surprised you didn't wake when I screamed when he made me come. There again, I'm surprised I didn't wake the neighbours! Although wonderful, he came too quickly, ramming himself against me as he spurted his seed deep into my womb, plunging his cock into me, filling my pussy with his sperm. He withdrew from me, his cock was still hard and it dripped come on to my tummy. John said it was now turn for someone else to "have a go". Mike and Steve decided that the fairest way of who got the "next turn to fuck her" should be decided on the flip of a coin. Mike called heads and won. I didn't find Mike very attractive, ginger-haired, fat and short, not the sort of man I would fancy. "In for a penny, in for a pound", I thought to myself, it was too late to say no now. He had a nice enough cock though and wasted no time in sticking it in me, but he was a lot rougher than John and kept sticking his tongue in my mouth and grabbing my tits and pinching my nipples and arse as he squelched his cock in and out of my come-soaked pussy while his fat belly slapped against me. Mike came quicker than John, satisfying himself only, not giving me chance to orgasm, adding his come to the seemingly huge amount that John had already deposited. I thought of the expression "sperm bank", and giggled inside. He got off me and almost immediately Steve's cock took Mike's place. Now Steve really was an expert, gently fucking me, fondling my tits, stroking my thighs, kissing my neck. The more he fucked me the more the sperm leaked out of my pussy, dripping down my in between my arse cheeks, onto my arsehole, it felt wonderfully horny. He fucked me for what seemed forever, I had orgasm after orgasm, he really was a superb lover. John was knelt beside my head and asked that I sucked his cock. I wasn't really keen, it just being up my pussy 'n' all, so I pretended not to hear and concentrate on fucking Steve. John didn't bother to ask again, he just turned my head towards him and prised my jaw open and stuck his cock in my mouth. I had little choice apart from to suck his cock, so I started licking and sucking his bell-end, running my tongue along the underside of his large dick, whilst Steve continued to pound his more than adequate meat into my messy cunt. Mike joined us, kneeling the other side of my head, and without warning stuck his index finger straight up my spunky arsehole. I tried to scream out but was gagged by John's huge cock. Mike wriggled his finger further up into my rectum, the feeling was immense - pain & pleasure. While he had his finger up my arse he rubbed his ginger pubed cock all over my face and then started wanking inches from me. John took his cock out of my mouth and started wanking as well. John said that he and Mike were going to come over my face and that I should keep my mouth wide open so I could swallow their sperm. I did as they said and waited for the inevitable. John came first, strings of the stuff landed all over me, on my eyes, in my hair, in my mouth. This seemed to be the catalyst for the other two, Mike concentrated on getting all his spunk in my mouth, the first spurts hit the back of my throat, the rest landed on my tongue, Steve started pouring his sperm into my pussy. When they had all finished they watched me swallow what I had in my mouth, and then made me lick their cocks clean. You lied slumped on the sofa snoring. Ignorance is bliss, eh? Comments, photos, stories always welcome. The Wedding Reception Blimey! This was a bit old school! Piper at the door, dark wood everywhere, pictures, trophies, stewards in uniform, lots of money here. Very, very old golf club, probably don't even allow women members. Hadn't been invited to the church service, why would I be? Friend of a friend who just happened to be in Edinburgh the weekend of the friend's brother's wedding. So an invitation to the reception on a Saturday evening, friend says 'only problem is it's black tie', 'no problem', says I; I actually like wearing black tie, so here I am suited and booted. Seems that every Scotsman present felt it was compulsory to wear a kilt, also seems that women no longer know what a dress code is; but that's ok by me, the view is much more appealing... Dinner and endless speeches go ok, sat at the far end of a long table making small talk with the neighbours. Interesting eye contact with an attractive 50s something with short dark hair sat on the next table over, can't see much of her over the shoulders of those between, but more than one look from her implied more than a passing interest, might be worth exploring later. I manage to suppress the occasional yawn of boredom but some don't bother. Eventually dinner ends; the smokers make a dash for the exits, others, concerned about the possibility of not getting a drink for ten minutes, scramble for the bar and in the ensuing melee I lose sight of dark hair, so I head for an exit to get some, hopefully smoke free, air. Back inside and the room has been transformed. Gone are the long tables and bright lights, a dance floor is now exposed at one end with individual tables on three sides. The lighting is much more subtle, brighter over the dance floor but fading to almost complete darkness at the back. Groups of friends stand or sit round tables as the band begins to play and the bride and groom step up to get things going. Drink in hand I spend the next half hour wandering around the building, clearly been going for a couple of hundred years and with a real men's club atmosphere about it, bit stuffy for my liking but if you're into golf, which I am not, then probably as good as it gets. Back in the reception and things are already getting loud. Thought about finding the friend of a friend and making my excuses but decided it was a little too early for that, even for me, so I move towards the darker tables to find somewhere to watch proceedings. As I turn I spot the dark haired 50 something looking directly at me. As we make eye contact she smiles and turns back to the group of people she is chatting with, hmmm even more interesting. I walk close behind her, angling towards the back of the room. Good figure, tall, slim, nice bum, firm legs with good calves, worked out at a guess; the mid thigh, high necked, sleeveless sparkly black dress showed her figure off well. A very good choice. I carry on, threading my way through the tables, passing groups of other guests who are either deep in conversation or just watching the antics of others. I aim towards a couple of empty tables right at the back of the room that are lost in the gloom, turn and sit. Quite amusing, wedding receptions, seems to be the place where guys think it's ok to forget the niceties of good behaviour, drink as much as they can and then act the fool, and then wonder why others get annoyed with them! It was clear that one or two had already overindulged in the free bar, one was being asked to leave and a couple of others were heading that way. Then, there she was, weaving through the groups of people, stopping to say the occasional word but definitely heading my way. Without a word she steers around the back of my table and stands at my shoulder, a slight contact with her hip. A hand settles on the back of my neck and lightly strokes, I continue to watch the dance floor. Dropping my own hand I begin to stroke her ankle and foot through the sheer nylon. She moves round to face me and, pulling a chair up, sits on my right, thigh to thigh. Locking eyes I lean forward and lightly kiss her; her lips are full, moist, soft, receptive; I push my tongue forward and gently probe, they part, I feel the point of her tongue, they dance, twirl, I push her's back she pushes mine. The kiss builds in intensity, lips push together, our heads turn and twist, passions rise... Her hand rests on my inner thigh, forearm resting, fingertips stroking. Our mouths break contact, we sat back, panting slightly, looking at each other, my own hand settles on her thigh, my fingers tracing small circles. Her eyes close, a dreamy look on her face, I glance over her shoulder, confident that we can't be seen in the gloom. Still tracing slow circles my hand slips down onto her inner thigh, the skin softer through the nylon, her legs part, my hand passes under the hem of her dress, the thicker band tells me she's wearing stockings, I reach her smooth skin, a barely perceptible tremble starts, her mouth parts. The softest of skin, so soft I can barely feel it, like milk, like cream. Tiny swirling patterns with my fingertips. Wider circles, knuckles breathe passed her crotch, she twitches at this briefest of contacts, tiny circles again, her skin flickers, I can feel her heat pushing out, I lean to her ear 'take them off, give them to me', without hesitation she pushes her knickers passed my hand, lifts her feet, takes them off and hands them to me. I put them to my face, breathe her in, she moans, I put them in my pocket. My fingertips continue their dance, her leg trembling; her hand back on my thigh the other gripping the edge of her chair. My knuckles brush her labia, skin to skin, no hair, moist, hot, she jumps a little, eyes squeeze and, biting her bottom lip, she orgasms, a small one, but unmistakable; she tensed, bucked, gasped, then slowly, comes back down. My fingers brush up, nails gently dragging across her lower tummy, then down to her sex, touch her, she whispers something, too quiet to understand, the fingers on my thigh start a light tap. My fingers stroke down her puffy outer lips. Back up, no pressure just a light stroking, she just sits, head down, fingers still tapping my thigh. My fingers stroke up one more time, middle finger extends slightly, barely enters her, becomes slick with her juices, keeps going to find the little hood of flesh and, just touching, stops. She's quivering again, almost with anticipation. Start the tiniest of movements against her clit, gentle rubbing, no pattern no stopping, it is small and smooth with a hard core, hot, infused with blood, I imagine running my tongue around it, sucking it into my mouth, teasing it back and forth. I can hear her breath rasping through her teeth as her quivering increases, feet tapping, a quiet murmuring again, her head swaying gently from side to side, she seems to be savouring it; now I can feel it building within her, pressure increasing, then, almost a surprise, it hits her, her whole body tenses, she throws her head back and her orgasm sweeps through her, wave after wave crashes on her, feet arched her thighs squeeze together trapping my arm, my fingers crushed against her sex, her hand grips my thigh. I watch her, watch her face, envy her the intensity of that release, the sheer beauty of it, the sheer pleasure of it. After what seems an age it slowly subsides, in steps, like slowly releasing a long held breath, she slumps, falls forward, her shoulder against my chest, forehead onto my shoulder. My fingers, released, open and rest on her tummy, her breathing slows as small aftershocks catch her, eventually stopping. We sit like that for three, four, five minutes, nobody bothers us. Then she takes a deep breath, head comes up, eyes open, she blinks and whispers "oh my god!" and slowly sits back. I take my hand away, we smile, lean forward and, kiss, no passion now, just a soft, gentle kiss, a thank you kiss. She stands, staggers slightly, adjusts her dress, grins down at me with laughing eyes, turns and walks away. I watch as she drifts through the tables, stand and walk towards the car park, hand in my pocket on her knickers... The Wedding Reception My wife, Toni, had three sisters. The older (BIG Sue) had gotten married the same year that we had and the younger (Jojo) was married 4 years later. Each of these were big Catholic weddings followed by a reception at her mother's house. Traditional family style receptions with a lot of food, punch and champagne... lots of people having a good time with each other, the food and the champagne. Jojo's wedding was on a Saturday in June, beautiful weather so most of the party migrated out of doors. I had the bad fortune of having to work that evening but I was able to enjoy the party atmosphere and food until leaving at two. I was probably the only completely sober adult when I left for work but I had a wonderful time talking to everyone, flirting with the bridesmaids and even joining the dancing. Toni's face was a little flushed from the wine and from dancing with everyone from 4 years old to 70 years old. She broke away long enough to walk me out to the car. As I kissed her good-bye, I reminded her that I wouldn't be back until after 11:00 pm and to be especially careful of those old-timers on the dance floor. No kidding, she said with a wicked little grin. She said that Old Joe had a stiffy that he kept "bumping" her with while they were dancing. Work kind of dragged that night. I would rather have still been at the party, but it was finally time to go. As I drove down the freeway, I wondered if anyone would still be there that late. As it turned out, much of her family was still there, playing cards, laughing and working on the leftover food and wine. Everyone welcomed me and Toni wrapped her arms around me and gave me a big, sloppy kiss to a lot of applause. Toni: "You sure missed a good time" Sue: "You'll never know how good of a time that you missed!!" Mom: "Sue, HUSH!" Me: "What did I miss" Toni, Sue and others: "Nothing!" Toni took me into the kitchen to get some food and I asked what that was all about. It seems that she had kissed one of the groom's brothers and one of our nieces ran around telling everyone that Auntie Toni was kissing Uncle Jim in the backyard. I said that I hoped that he was a good kisser (he was) and we returned to the family room to eat with everyone else. As we entered the room, people stopped talking and than after an awkward silence, they resumed. Were people really so uptight about a little champagne induced kissing? I toasted her with a glass of champagne. After I finished my plate I took it back out to the kitchen. Sue followed me so I asked her why the sudden silence when Toni and I had returned. Sue: "Well, Toni got a little drunk today and danced for hours with everyone... she was quite the life of the party. Some of the wives got a little upset that she was paying so much attention to their husbands." Me: "Sounds like fun. A little dancing is nothing to get upset about." Sue: "She was sort of draped over these guys, especially the older ones. Probably from the wine." Me: "Was the guy she kissed married?" Sue: "Oh my god! Who told you?... No, he is single." Me: "Toni told me herself. I don't see that a little kissing at a party is such a big deal. But having that little girl run around telling everyone must have put some excitement into the party." Sue: "It did that. Although, seriously making out on the side lawn is a bit more than a little kissing!" About that time Toni joined us in the kitchen, so I said: "It sounds like a little kissing turned into some serious making out. I assume that you both had a good time?" Toni: "Oh, yes... but we were fully clothed and our hands were on the outside!" Sue: "I can't believe you guys. Aren't you jealous?" Me: "I might be jealous if I was here and she chose him instead of me, but I wasn't here so I am happy for her. In fact, it turns me on a little." Sue (with a grin): "You are both perverts" There was a lot of teasing of Toni, but no one knew that I knew so they were careful not to be specific. About midnight, I went out to the storage room behind the garage to return some of the soda and wine, and as I turned to leave I bumped into Sue, nearly spilling the glass of wine she had in her hand. Sue: "So did she tell you everything?" Me: "I don't know, was there more than what was said in the kitchen?" Sue: "It's OK with you if she makes out with someone else?...and it turns you on?... how far would you let her go?" Me: "It really shouldn't be about me letting her go, but rather what does she enjoy. And, yes, it REALLY does turn me on. I completely enjoy her having a good time." Sue: "Would you be OK if she went farther than kissing and petting?" Me: "Maybe... I guess I wouldn't know until it happened. Did something happen?" Sue: "They pretty much kept their distance after the "I saw Auntie kissing.." episode. But... I saw him come into this room an hour or so later, not carrying anything in and not coming right out again, so I decided to investigate. I couldn't hear much from the door, so I went around to that side window over there and peeked in. Me: "Don't stop now, this is getting good." Sue: "They were right here where you and I are, kissing and carrying on. So I decided to watch and see how long this would continue. (I tried to put my arms around her to kiss her... she laughingly pushed me away) Are you sure that you want to hear this?... I guess so!! He brought his hand up to her breast for a while and she kept fondling his ass while they kissed all over their necks and faces. When his hand slipped into the top of her dress, she pushed away. I thought, well finally, you little hussy! I was wrong. She was just getting her arm out of the sleeve so that her whole breast was exposed! Aren't you getting jealous yet?" Me: "Not at all... are you?" Sue: "In a way... I hadn't seen her bare breast since we were teenagers and had not realized that they are nearly as big as mine, but firmer looking." Me: "I certainly have enjoyed them... they are a little bigger than when we first started dating... they are fun to play with. You are such a tease. Are you going to show me one of your breasts? No? Did they go any further?" Sue: "He sucked on her right one so long that I thought that I would pass out. Even though she is about my size, her nipples are much smaller. What do men prefer?" Me: "They are all good... variety truly is the spice of life. It would be interesting to suck on a bigger nipple..." Sue: (laughing) "Pervert! She finally pulled her dress back over her breasts... saying something to him that I couldn't hear and than sat back on this chaise lounge. I thought that that was the end but he got on his knees and pulled her dress up... did you know that she is wearing black panties today? He began to nibble and kiss her inner thighs, but quickly removed the panties. You know, I had never watched people make love before. I'll have to encourage Steve (husband) to kiss my puss the way that Toni had hers kissed!!" Me: "I would be happy to take those lessons. It sounds like she had a great time. Was he able to bring her to climax with his tongue? And did she kiss his too?" Sue: "It looked to me like she came twice. And no, she didn't do oral sex on him. Does she always grimace like that? " Me: "Always. And I love it!! I wish that I had seen it... lucky you." Sue: "How many ways can I say pervert!! What if she had gone all the way? Would you still be OK or do you have limits?" Me: "Limits seem so limiting.... and I would very much like to see how your breast compares to hers. Soooooooooo, did she?" Sue: "Actually, yes. But it was over so quickly... he didn't last 30 seconds. They quickly straightened out their clothes and left separately... the way we should unless we want more stories to come out of the Wedding!!" Toni slept all the way home, so I didn't get a chance to get her version until the next night. I was buried deep inside of her working on a second climax when I asked her about the trip to the storage room. Toni: "Which one?" Me: "The one behind your mother's garage." Toni: "I know silly. Who saw us?... I meant which time." Me: (holding very, very still, it was hard to keep from cumming when she said "which time")"Sue followed you out there... how many times were there?" Toni: "That big tattle-tale.... Three" Me: "Oh my Gawd!! I can't keep from cumming!! Oh, Oh, oh, oh, oh... She... said.. that... he didn't last... 30 seconds... was that the first time?" Toni: "That would be the first time... he only lasted a couple of minutes the second time but by the third, he stayed long enough for me to cum... his tongue got me off I don't know how may times... Are you getting hard again?" The Wedding Reception The sexual tension had been building for a while now. We had been friends for a while, but the attraction was undeniable. There had been a couple times where we had made out a little or talked about what could happen but we had never really acted on our feelings. I had a feeling tonight that was all going to change. It was the day of my mom's wedding. Everyone had been preparing for months, and the hustle and bustle was about to pay off. I was busy helping my mom, checking on the flowers, yelling at my soon-to-be step-brothers, but all the while I knew in the back of my mind that he would be there. I anxiously waited for him and his family to arrive and my heart leapt when I saw their cars drive into the church lot. For some reason, I felt like something was going to change that night. When he came in, our eyes met and my breath stopped. I had never seen him dressed up and he looked incredible. His fabulous body was even hotter in a tailored suit. It was all I could do to greet him with sophistication at the door, especially when I could see up close that his eyes were smoldering with the same thoughts I was having. His wink sent shivers down to all the right places and I could hardly wait for the wedding to be over. Call me selfish for having these thoughts at my mothers wedding but if you felt it- you would understand. Anyway, Finally at the end, after the service, everyone was invited up to the hall for food and drinks. I was mingling with the distant relatives and new family, then I realized that the punch bowl was empty. I slipped away to the kitchen to find the sherbet. Suddenly, he came up behind me and slipped his arms around my waist. "Let's get out of here," he whispered in my ear. He nuzzled my neck and my knees turned to jelly. He took my hand and let me out of the kitchen and downstairs to the classrooms. We barely made it around the corner before we were all over each other. Our hands tore at each other in a feverish frenzy. His lips on my shoulders - neck - ears - added fire to the adrenaline racing through my veins. There is a bathroom around a corner in the basement and that was where I found myself when we shoved through the door, barely pausing to lock it. I was thrown back against the opposite wall, delirious with his weight pressed against me. We ripped at each others clothing, forgetting their value. His jacket, tie, shirt soon joined my shoes and shawl on the floor. Our hands were grappling for skin, our breathing heavy, our senses peaked. We fought with my dress, our bodies screaming to be pressed against each other. I pulled off his pants and boxers and he ripped off my thong. He lifted my legs up around his waist and thrust himself as deep inside of me as he could, clapping his hand over my mouth as I screamed. The feeling of him inside me was the most incredible feeling. We stood there shuddering, taking it all in. Then we were all over each other, kissing and fucking like I've never experienced before. He bit my neck while I scraped my nails down his back, throwing my head back. His thrusting was reaching a fever pitch, and I had to bite into his shoulders, neck - anything I could reach to keep from crying out. I was delirious with pleasure, my whole body reeling from the friction we were creating. I felt my orgasm coming, the pleasure explosions starting in my toes and quickly climbing my legs, spreading out through my chest and arms, my neck and face flushing - until I felt him shudder and open up inside of me. I lost all feeling as I lost myself in the biggest climax of my life - we clung to each other, my chest arching against him, and we collapsed onto our pile of clothes. We lay there panting, slowly regaining the feeling in our limbs. We looked at each other and started to laugh, realizing that we had just left my mother's wedding to have sex in the basement of my church. After surveying the damage to our clothes and discerning that nothing visible had been damaged, we got each other dressed again to head back up to the reception. At the bottom of the stairs we shared a last passionate kiss and returned to our families, hoping they wouldn't notice our bright eyes or flushed faces. The Wedding Reception (A special thank you to my editor Benjamin but especially to my online friend Ralph who gave me the idea and got me off my buns to write another story.) * "Come on, Jennifer, give me some," was the standard plea from my husband Duke. Not that I minded making love with him, heck, we'd been together 8 years and had made love countless times in a variety of places. But this was Tiffany's wedding day and we were late for the ceremony. I was dressed in my perfect outfit, with perfect hair and perfect make up. I looked good. Duke had played golf in the morning, had a couple beers with the guys, and arrived home late. Only stern warnings me got him through the shower and dressed, and now he wanted a quickie. "Give me some, baby, or maybe I won't want to go," threatened my gauche husband. Jeez, of all the nerve. Fuck, if it gets him to the ceremony on time I guess that's the ticket. He told me to go to the couch and lift my long, flowing, Marc Jacobs' knockoff gabardine dress, the one whose meticulous tailoring and sexy deep cowl back always brings excellent comments. I went to the couch, lowered my sheer light blue bikini panties down my legs...luckily I had the forethought to wear my panties outside rather than under my garter belt, otherwise this would have taken a while. Duke pushed me over the couch and without a bit of foreplay rubbed his throbbing cock up and down my slit before plunging in and beginning to hump away. I was being used, but lately that was the norm with Duke. Oh, we'd make love like the old days from time to time, but more often than not it was a quickie before bed, before work, on right before he went out with the boys. I though nothing of it, really. I mean, if he was fucking me before going out then he wouldn't be shagging anyone else that night. And if he went out without having sex I made sure I gave him some when he got home to be sure he wasn't sliding his dick in some young honey. Duke pounded away at me, and I pushed his hands from my bodice. "Don't mess the dress," I scolded. "We're gonna be late!" The humping quickened as Duke got into his rhythm. He was predictable when he was in the midst of a quickie. Slowly screwing at first, then faster, then shooting him cum. Wham, bam, thank you mam. But at least we'd make it to the church on time. "Oh baby I'm cumming," said my husband to nobody in particular. I mean, I don't think he really cared if I knew, other than the assault on my pussy was coming to an end. I felt his dick harden even more, if possible, and let loose of its hot sticky sauce. "Oh Jennifer you are the best," said Duke as his rocking slowed and his cock shriveled. He pulled out and began to wipe it on my dress before I slapped his hand away. "Don't be a jerk," I barked. "Let's go." I pulled up my panties, lowered my dress, and started toward the front door. "Don't forget to lock up." The drive to the small, quaint church was uneventful. Tiffany looked beautiful, the ceremony was short but covered the major parts, and each of the stars uttered their "I do" with authority. Then it was off to the reception, held at a nearby stone mansion which had several banquet rooms. About 100 people gathered and made their way through the meet and greet and into the largest room. A band played antiseptic wedding music, not to dance but to be in the background as people met and exchanged pleasantries. Duke was his usual self, laughing a joking with those he knew and turning into a mute for anyone he didn't. Luckily for him several of his buddies were also in the crowd, so he at least had friendly faces to interact with. I spent some time with Tiffany, joked with several other friends, and learned more than I wanted to know about the families of a couple other women sitting at our table. The boys went off to smoke cigars for a while, then returned. Duke and I danced a couple fast songs, the normal wedding ones, then he made a half-hearted attempt at a slow song before begging off with his friends. They said they were talking sports, but they were probably mouthing off about their women. I remember at a similar setting a few months ago where I eves-dropped outside the door and heard Duke bragging how I can't get enough of his cock. Apparently some guy's wife didn't give head, and Duke had to tell the world how I loved it. That I'd suck his cock at the drop of a dime, like I was his own little hooker or something. It pissed me off knowing he was telling people about our sex life, but it was a little hot hearing him talk about me...until he started complaining about how loose my pussy was. The bastard. He gave me those two kids who loosened it! Oh well, let the boys go play. I sat with friends, talking girl talk, watching the entire goings on around us. It's funny watching people at a wedding...the old guys who are great at foxtrot and swing dances, the old women who attempt to get down and dirty to rap, the uncoordinated types to bang into people on the dance floor. Yes, people watching is fun at a wedding. I noticed this older guy across the hall staring at me. Earlier he had been sitting with a woman, but now he was alone, sitting a drink. His eyes were glued to my legs...most likely because my dress had ridden up to mid-thigh. I smoothed it down, and he quickly looked away, but later I saw him staring again. It became our little game, I'd move one way or another and show some leg, he'd stare until I turned toward him, at which time he'd be looking in another direction. I guess I was honored the 50ish man was looking at my 26-year-old body, but it was a little creepy. Duke came back and sat down, planting a sloppy kiss on my lips before grabbing my ass. "Lesh go outside and get a p-p-p-iece," he said, bringing a gasp from several of my friends. "Whhhhat?" he slurred at them. "Jennifffuurrr is always hot to trot." The man continued to embarrass me for several minutes before I led him off to the coffee bar, only to be shocked by his next comment. "I told the guys you would blow me in the back room and they could watch...how about it honey." I stared at the man in disbelief. I mean, he'd asked me to do some strange things, like the blowjob in the parking lot that was apparently witnessed by a couple passersby, or the screwing he gave me in the hotel room with the curtains open so that anyone going past could see us. But this was a little too much, because as he continued to cajole I realized he was serious. "No way, Duke, no way," I said, walking away. "Bitch! You fuckin' bitch." Unbelievable. Sometimes I wondered why I had married the bastard. There were too many times he was a rude, uncaring, embarrassing jerk. I almost went looking for a ride home, but thought a drink first might help. Striding back to the table, my friends looked away in embarrassment. "Forget it, ladies, he's a jerk and I know it!" That brought forth a laugh. We got up and danced a bit with each other, that's a girl thing that weddings always brings out the best of, before I tired and sat down. I was catching my breath when the guy who had been looking at me from across the hall appeared from nowhere right in front of me. "Excuse me, but I see your boyfriend or husband has left you alone, and it would only be gentlemanly for me to get a parched girl like you a bit of libation," said the balding man with a smile. I wondered if he was for real. Who the heck was he? "Come on, fair lady, I won't bite. My name is Ralph, my wife is a friend of the bride's mom, and I am heading for the bar anyway. What will you have?" Why not? I asked him for a T&T on the rocks with a twist of lime, and soon he and the drink sat down, he on the chair next to me, the drink right in front of me. He didn't really know Tiffany all that well, but his wife, Mary, did. In fact, she knew Tiffany since she was a little girl. "I'd talk to her once in a while, we were together at family occasions and such, but I never had the opportunity to spend a great deal of time with her. She seems like a great girl and this is a wonderful wedding and reception. Ralph owned his own small electronics business in a neighboring town, liked to play golf and surf the internet. He likes all kinds of music and was really into collecting sports memorabilia. How do I know? The man was a talker. After a bit, though, he surprised me by asking me to dance, stating that if our spouses were to busy for us, we should at least enjoy the music. We danced to the upbeat sounds of a Latino band, and then stayed on the dance floor for a slow love song. We weren't dancing real close, but his leg did get between mine and I wondered if he could feel the mound of my moist pussy against his thigh. Ralph kept talking about the bride and groom but his thigh was telling a different story against my core, and I excitedly felt like a schoolgirl at a high school dance. His slight rubbing against me was simply heavenly. Sitting out the next couple fast songs, we talked and talked about nothing in particular. We did speak about our spouses, how they had gone their own ways, leaving us behind. Another slow song got us back on the dance floor, and we repeated our earlier grinding to the music, not enough to draw attention, but close enough so I could feel your hard cock against my pussy. It was so hot knowing the effect I had on you, and when you suggested a walk outside for some fresh air we grabbed our drinks and made our way to the door. I suggested a walk through the gardens to the rear of the building. We passed several smokers inhaling dirty air and several couples holding hands or kissing. But our walk was that of a couple friends, side by side but not touching. We continued to talk about this or that, walking through the grey, moonlit night without a care in the world. It was a lot better outside than with the music pounding in our heads indoors, I thought. We sat on a swing near the lake, rocking for a while, before you shocked me. "You are such an attractive girl, Jennifer, I couldn't help staring at your earlier tonight," said the man, who was old enough to be my father. "You look beautiful in that dress." I don't know if it was the liquor or merely the mood, but I couldn't help myself. I put my arms around the older man and planted a tentative kiss on his lips. That lasted several seconds before you began passionately kissing me back. You murmured something about wanting to kiss me from the first time you laid eyes on me, and I merely slipped my tongue back into your mouth. Our tongues played with each others, touching each part of our mouths. We toyed with each other and without thinking I lowered my hand to your crotch. I felt your hard cock and began stroking it through your pants. "Is this for me?" I cooed. "I felt it earlier when we were dancing." "Um, that feels so wonderful Jennifer, don't stop," was your reply. We pulled away from each other when we thought we heard someone coming, and soon you lifted me to my feet. "Let's go for a walk," you said, this time holding my hand. We went deeper into the grounds, eventually stumbling into a picnic area. You held me in your arms and kissed me, the kiss of an experienced man. You might give the impression of an older, wiser, quiet man, but here you kissed like a movie star. You moved on hand down to my ass, caressing it, while the other held my head close to yours. Looking you directly in the eyes, I smiled, shook my head as if I couldn't believe I was saying it, and asked you to make love to me. Right there, right at that moment. I swear I could see your glasses fog, but I think that was just the moonlight's reflection. "We'll have to hurry," you told me, advising that our spouses might be looking for us even now. You gently pushed me back against the picnic table, and I watched as you lifted my dress. I thought your eyes would pop when you realized I was wearing a Victoria's Secret garter belt and stockings, you slipped down my bikini panties and in the gentle light you said you loved my triangle patch of dark hair above my pussy. Your fingers went right to my pussy, tentatively playing first with the outside lips then sliding their way inside. "Oh, you are so wet Jennifer, so young and wet." All of a sudden you were down, licking my slit with your talented tongue, bringing a gasp of approval from deep in my stomach. You licked me for a minute as I began to shudder, before I asked you to fuck me. You slipped down your pants and I lowered down onto my haunches. I couldn't get my dress dirty, there would be no way to explain that, so I sort of held on and licked your cock. It was so very big, not huge, but big and thick. It was throbbing as I sucked it, and I laughed to myself at how hard it was. "My wife never sucks it," came the voice from above, as if reading my mind. "Stop or I'm going to cum." I didn't care, really, but I did want him to fuck me. I needed his cock. And I didn't know if he'd be able to fuck after cumming in my mouth. So I lifted myself up. Ralph put his jacket on the picnic table, then lifted me on top of it. He kissed me again, and then pushed me back. As I lay on the table he stood and rubbed his cock up and down my slit. His cock played with my pussy for a minute or two, sliding up and down, before you slowly entered me, sliding balls deep in one slow plunge. I wrapped my legs around you and you rocked inside of me, a slow, tantalizing rock. It felt marvelous, it was so naughty and hot, and I swear it wasn't a minute before a small ripple swept through me. Oh it was hot, your hard throbbing cock. We rocked some and you picked up the pace, and soon you told me you were going to cum. "Should I pull out?" "Nooo," I moaned. I wanted you to shoot your seed and wanted to feel the hot sauce deep inside me. Dangerous or not, you looked safe, and I wanted to feel it. You reached around and grabbed my ass then began your wicked, powerful thrusts. At that point we were totally one, joined in a lover's embrace, pounding each other's sex as if we had to break some kind of record. Soon you grunted and I felt your cock spurt deep against my cervix, filling my pouch with a blast of sperm cocktail. We rocked a little after we came, then slowly you removed your dick. You reached down and pulled up my panties. I couldn't help myself, I slid off the table, back onto my haunches, and cleaned your spent cock with my tongue. I licked top to bottom, side to side, and spent some time at the tip were some leftover cum made its way down my throat. Somehow your cock got hard again, and I sucked harder and begged for another load. I rolled your balls in my hand, told you I wanted more, and you said you'd give me "little swimmers" if I wanted them. It wasn't easy, and I didn't know if you could do it, but soon your cock was hard and you were jerking it into my mouth. "Oh Jennifer, you are a cocksucker," said the man with a bit of understatement, given I was sucking on his joystick at the time. My head was bobbing and he was rocking, all the time jerking his dick. Soon you reared back and announced you were cumming again, and my mouth was filled with sauce. I held you as it felt as if you were going to fall, but that was merely a thought. You were fine, very fine. I continued to lick and suck your dick, making sure I drank down all the evidence. When you were fully clean I stood up and you put your cock back into your boxers and pulled up your pants. Standing up, I kissed you and you didn't pull away. My husband never kisses me after a blowjob, and when you didn't react adversely I kissed you harder, exchanging spit and, well, cum. It was strange walking back to the reception. We didn't walk hand in hand, we didn't want to be caught, so walking like we were we were merely two people out for a walk. Along the way you told me how great it felt, and I mentioned that the feeling was mutual. "I can't believe we just did that, Ralph. I've never done anything like that before," I said as you replied it was your first time out of the matrimonial bed. "Your secret is safe if mine is," he said. It was. Heck, I can't believe it happened. We exchanged good nights, each kissing a finger and planting it on the other's hand. I slipped in the back door, stopped at the ladies room to ensure I was decent, then went back to the table. I saw Ralph in the seat he was at a couple hours before, his matronly wife by his side. Duke staggered into the room a minute later, asking me where I had been. "Oh, here and there," I told him, then stood up and planted a big cummy kiss on his lips. Looking over his shoulder I saw Ralph staring at me while his wife was looking the other way. "Little swimmers!" I mouthed to the older man. He smiled a knowing smile. The Wedding Reception "Jeez, this has gotten boring..." Laurie commented as she sat down in an empty seat near the back of the reception hall. The reception had been going on for only a half hour, and already she was ready to go home. The 5'9" brunette shuffled in her seat, and her 34B breasts heaved a sigh against the constraining confines of the pink taffeta dress she wore. The wedding ceremony itself had been the usual, customary boring length, with the exchanging of vows and the sermon from the pastor. Laurie sighed as she looked around the crowd, a bit of a smile to her face as scanned the faces of the men...their faces and their bulges. She slowly, almost thoughtfully, stroked her curled brunette hair back from her face, and leaned back against the soft cushioned back of the chair. A quiet chuckle slipped to herself as she crossed her legs, left over right, and felt her pussy become slightly damp within the sheer suntan pantyhose as she remembered which ones were worth the time, and which ones were not. She bit her lip teasingly as her hazel eyes fell on one of her husband's friends, whose long, thick black cock had been very adequate one drunk night at the club during girls night out. A soft, almost inaudible moan slipped from clenched lips as she remembered riding Jason's cock in his pickup outside the club, unbeknownst to her husband of eight years that was still inside the club. A bit of a smile played out across her red-painted lips as she noticed another man she used to date in college. While his cock size was nothing to brag about, his tongue more than adequately made up for his 'shortcomings'. Laurie reached down and tugged the hem of her pink taffeta bridesmaid dress down over her knees, aware that such a show of skin at her own sister's wedding might not be wise. However, she decided to keep dangling the pink-dyed satin high heel from her left foot, suggestive and teasing itself. Her thoughtful glances across the crowd by the sight of her new brother, Derek, walking across the room towards a group of his friends. "Now there might be something a girl could be interested in," she mumbled to herself as she crossed her legs, a quick tightening of her thigh muscles squeezing her pussy. "Mmm, yes. I think a girl might be interested in that." It had been several days since her husband last made love to her, and almost a full two weeks since he had really given her what she loved: a hard fucking, a mix of slowed, deep strokes and hurried, slammed thrusts into her. That was what she really loved, she half thought to herself as she felt her eyes descend down Derek's tux jacket, and fall on the crotch of his black dress slacks. What had it been? A month? No, almost a month and a half, since she had strayed away from the bonds of matrimony for a different man's cock inside her. That day she had stayed after work, and helped her supervisor take a pressing problem "in hand". She grinned broadly, as she remembered she had taken it in hand, in mouth as well as bent over his desk and that cock in her pussy! Her thoughts were shaken to the present as she heard a voice to her left. "I wouldn't think the maid of honor would just be sitting back here all alone. I'd thought you'd be over with Gina and her friends." Laurie gazed up into Derek's blue eyes as she smiled up to him. "No, not really. This is your new wife's day, and I really don't have anything in common with her friends." She smiled broadly shuffled and recrossed her legs, and teasingly allowed the hem of her taffeta dress to rise up to her knee again. "I had thought of going to get another drink, though." It was Derek's turn to smile as he offered out the napkin wrapped long-neck beer, as he sat down next to his new sister. "Well lucky for you I remember your brand from the times we went out." Laurie gladly took the offered drink, and sipped deeply as she kept eye contact with her very handsome brother. Standing 6'3", probably 195 pounds or so, she thought, as her eyes broke contact with his and dropped down to his crotch momentarily before relocking their gaze upon his. Six years younger than her own 31 years, she had always thought he was extremely good looking, and her younger sister had often told Laurie about the size of the young man's cock. 'May as well have some fun I suppose,' she thought to herself as she let her tongue slip across her top lip,'flirting never hurt anyone.' "Well, I suppose that brings up a question that I've been dying to ask you since that first time we went out as a group last year," she let her gaze slip from his as she recrossed her legs, and allowed the hem of her gown to slid to her lower thigh. "Alright then," he shrugged as he finished sipping from his own drink," what might that be?" Laurie leaned over and allowed her bare shoulder to contact his, as her voice dropped down to what she hoped was sensuous level, ' Why on earth haven't you ever asked me to dance? I know you can dance very well, I've watched you and Gina dance many times." She leaned closer as she pressed her now bare, nylon-clad leg against his thigh, "as a matter of fact, I've watched you dance so dirty a few times, I was disappointed that you never asked me." She grinned broadly as she let her upper lip slip between her teeth, then licked it as she chuckled at his obvious embarrassment. Derek grew rosy cheeked, before he hurriedly sipped at his beer and looked across the crowd. Laurie was pleased by his reaction, the obvious embarrassment and the quick look about as if he was about to be caught by his mother with his hand in the cookie jar. She shrugged and sipped at her own beer, as she looked around the huge reception hall herself. She noted where all the people were that she would least like to be caught by flirting with her new brother: her husband and father were discussing this or that with a group of other men, her mother was with a group of relatives and her sister the bride was dancing with a group of her friends, both male and female. "Well," Derek finally whispered," I cannot say that the thought of doing some 'dirty dancing' with you didn't cross my mind. You always went out with us in those damned short skirts! " he laughed before whispering again. " But, " he pressed his leg back against hers, and shrugged, " I'd hate to do anything to piss off your husband." "Oh, baby, "she whispered as her hand fell to his knee and gave a quick, flirtatious tease, "it's not like you were going to be out there fucking me on the dance floor now is it?" She waited a moment before her hand slid to his thigh and patted," Besides, if I fuck around behind Joe's back, it's usually with married men. You were not married then." Laurie went back to sipping on her beer, asking herself if her flirting had gone perhaps a step too far. Her heart thumped in her chest beneath her 34B breasts, and she could feel her nipples harden beneath the sheer white strapless bra she wore beneath her gown. Laurie recrossed her legs, and the hem of the pink taffeta dress arose to mid thigh, showing a leg encased in shimmering sheer nylon to her new brother. Derek looked about the reception hall again, and noted that there was not anyone even near to where they sat. Satisfied with that fact, and the fact that the table they sat at, with it's long white table cloth would what he was about to do, he let his hand slide over and lightly caress his sister's thigh. "So, Laurie, does that mean you'd fuck me now, since I'm a married man?" Hazel eyes beneath long, lush lashes scanned the room, and Laurie was careful not to make eye contact this time with Derek. She nodded lightly, as her breath escaped in a quiet whisper as she spoke. "Yes, Derek. I think since now you're a married man, I think I would fuck you." A slow uncrossing of legs caused Derek's caressing hand to slide up between her thighs, and a soft gasp escaped her lips as she felt his hand slide between her pantyhose clad thighs, almost to the sheer nylon covering her rapidly dampening pussy. She slowly reached over, and daringly cupped the crotch of his dress slacks, realizing quickly that her sister had been modest concerning Derek's cock size. "Do you want that, Derek? Do you want to fuck me?" A sly grin crept across his face as Derek's hand stroked back and forth between his sister's silky thighs as he nodded slightly. "I've wanted to fuck you, Laurie, since I met you four years ago." His fingers splayed out, and slid against Laurie's clit, slightly pushing the nylon crotch of her pantyhose between the wet lips of her shaved pussy. "Damn, Laurie....you shave your pussy?!" A nod was offered due to clenched teeth keeping her from speaking, before she exhaled deeply and whispered," Yes, baby, I've shaved my pussy since high school." Laurie offered a playful hurt look as she looked to him. "Don't you like it? I've never had a complaint yet." She grinned broadly, as she slowly ground her hips, causing her pussy to rub against the stroking fingers of his hand. "Yeah, I like it. I like it a lot. Gina always leaves a little strip over her pussy." His finger thrust a tad deeper into his new sister's pussy, beneath the white table cloth of the wedding reception table. "Your sister doesn't let me touch her when she's dressed up either. I always loved how you wore nylons or heels when we went out." Derek's indx finger started to strum the hard, wet clit of Laurie's pussy, as he felt her legs spread slightly from his actions. "Mmmmm if you keep that up, Derek, you'll have to fuck me soon." Her eyes fluttered open quickly as she looked around quickly. "Do you want to fuck me like this, Derek?" She asked in a husky voice as she stroked his cock through his slacks." Do you want to fuck me all dressed up in nylons and heels? I love to fuck like that, Derek...mmmmmmm I love that." The groom gave a quick glance around the reception hall, then looked over to his new sister. "I don't know, Laurie. I mean, what if we..? God I want to you're so fucking wet.." he mumbled as Laurie squeezed her thighs together, then slid his hand from beneath the folds of her taffeta skirt. "I will be upstairs, near the top of the stairs at the entrance, ok? "She smiled and winked to Derek. "If you come up, then we'll find a quiet place." With that, Laurie stood and walked as steady as she could on shaky legs and quivering thighs. She could feel her pussy dampen the sheer crotch of her pantyhose as her pink-dyed heels clipped on the waxed tiled floor of the reception hall. It had been a very long time since she had been fucked during a wedding, and she could hardly wait to get upstairs. As she got to the top of the stairs, Laurie looked about the top floor of the reception hall, in reality just an extension of the church where her sister's wedding was held. The floor held mostly what looked to be classrooms or meeting rooms, all of which were locked except one. She peered into the dim light, and observed a long table along with half a dozen folding chairs spread out the small room. She grasped the doorknob tight and leaned against the door and rubbed her forehead. Was this going to far? A little harmless flirting was one thing, but it was entirely another to let her new brother rub her pussy beneath the pink taffeta folds of her gown, and another yet to dare him to follow her upstairs. Perhaps she had gone too far.... An arm encircled her thin waist and snapped her roughly from her worries. "So you are serious, aren't you?" Derek whispered in her ear as he thrust his hips against her and literally drove her into the room. The door shut with a barely audible click, as Derek shut it and started kissing on Laurie's long, supple neck, and his left hand snaked down and beneath the hem of her gown. "Oh, god, Derek, " Laurie moaned as she felt his hand slid up the sheer nylons covering her thighs to firmly cup her shaved pussy, " God, baby I guess you do want to fuck me, don't you?" Her brother's lips slid up her neck and nuzzled her ear as he half growled, " Yes, I want to fuck you, Laurie. You're so fucking wet!" Derek emphasized this by thrusting his index finger between the folds of her pussy, dragging a nylon-covered finger against her clit. Laurie's legs spread as she leaned over with palms outstretched on the table, and thrust her hips out against her brother in law's groin. "Oh yeah, Laurie," Derek hissed as his hand slipped from her waist, and tugged her skirt up to her hip. As his index finger rocked back and forth from wet pussy lips to her clit, he allowed his right hand to slide up and down her legs, from knee to thigh, across pantyhosed ass then back. Laurie's legs quivered, as she began a slow rotation against Derek's roaming hands. The rocking of his finger caused her to catch her breath and take her top lip between her teeth. Between the massaging of his finger, and the silky roughness of the sheer pantyhose against her clit, Laurie could feel the beginning of an orgasm coming over her as he continued licking and kissing her neck. "Derek, " Laurie half turned her head and moaned, as she bore more of her weight against outstretched palms and raised on the toes of her high heeled pink satin pumps, " Derek, baby, please...oooo mmmm.... please Derek we don't have much time before we are missed, baby. Please fuck me..please..." Without answering, Laurie felt his hands leave her hips and grasp her shoulders. She moaned a sigh of regret even as she spun her around, and pressed his mouth to hers. Immediately she opened her mouth, and allowed his tongue to probe against her own as she dropped her hands down and tugged at the belt that encircled his formal slacks. They worked quickly, even as they kissed and tasted each other's lips. Her long, red-painted nails danced on the slacks button and zipper, and the sound of metal releasing metal could be heard even as his hands coaxed her atop the table behind her. A groan emitted from deep in Derek's throat as he felt his sister's hand slid inside his slacks and grasp his cock firmly just before his hands slid up the silky material covering her legs and pushed the hem of her pink formal dress up to her hips. Derek broke the embrace of Laurie's kiss as he gazed down in the dim light of the room. His eyes roamed hungrily over the size seven pink-dyed pumps, and slid slowly up Laurie's long, sheer suntan pantyhosed encased calves and thighs. "I just fucking love a long-legged woman in nylons, Laurie, " he muttered as he ran his hand up the inside of her leg. " Oh, yeah. Look at that pussy." Derek slid a hand against the sheer wisp of nylon that covered the glistening dampness of Laurie's shaved pussy. "I've never seen any without that cotton right here." He emphasized his statement by sliding his thumb from clit to lips to butt as he whispered. Laurie moaned long and slow; before she opened her eyes and slid a long leg over his shoulder, and rubbed her calve against her brother's neck. "$18 a pair from Foley's baby, I don't buy my nylons from Wal-Mart." She smiled as she dropped her hand over her pussy, and rubbed a red-painted nail against her clit. "Should we just talk fashion, or am I going to get to feel that cock inside me?" With two hands, Derek grasped the nylon covering her, and forcibly tugged. The sound of ripping cloth reverberated through the small room as Laurie's eyes snapped wide. The open mouth shocked went away as quickly as it happened, and she leaned forward and licked Derek's lips. "Mmmmm now you have hit upon something I like, haven't you," she grasped his cock and guided the head to her very wet, shaved pussy, "God, you're thick. Gina is a lucky girl." The thick head of her brother's cock felt hot against the puffy pink of her pussy as Laurie rubbed it up and down slowly with her hand. She moaned and exhaled, as she kept eye contact with Derek. Derek returned her gaze as he half turned his head and licked her ankle and calf, reaching up and roughly cupping her breast through her gown. With a thrust of his hips, Derek's cock slid between the damp lips of her pussy, and Laurie moaned loudly before biting down on her lip, as her eyes again grew wide at Derek's smile. He started slow, long thrusts, his cock sliding out to the tip, before the return thrust that brought his pelvis against his sister in law's. "Oh, fuck yes!" Laurie hissed as she felt that first thrust, then a nod of her head as she slid her other leg over Derek's shoulders. "Oh fuck yes, baby, yes..god yes. That feels so good. I love how your cock feels..."moaned whispers were hissed from clenched teeth as she reached down and slid her long-nailed finger against her clit. She light strummed, as she watched Derek lick each ankle in turn through eyes half-shaded by drooped long lashes. "That's it, baby, fuck me like you're going to fuck my sister tonight." Derek's thrusts picked up in speed, matched in pace by the rubbing of Laurie's finger against her clit. "I fucking love how you talk like a slut," Derek muttered as he grasped his sister's hips and thrust hard forward once, " you look so good in heels, Laurie, you've always make me hard as a rock when I would see your legs in high heels," Derek said, then started to fuck the long legged brunette a bit faster as he looked over her. Legs outstretched over Derek's shoulders, her pink taffeta formal gown bunched up at her hips with her breasts tugged over her sheer bra cups, Laurie felt so sexy and dirty as her brother began to fuck her faster. His flattering words made her feel all the more sexy, and she began whispering even as his cock began fucking her faster. "Do you like that, baby? You like it when your sister talks like some cheap slut? Mmmmmm it's easy when a hot stud like you starts to fuck me. Oh god, baby, "she drew in a deep breath as he thrust deep. They had been gone just several long minutes, but it had been enough time someone may have missed them and began to look for them. Laurie felt her pussy spasm, the way it does right before an orgasm. Much as she hated to, she decided they needed to finish quickly and get back to the reception. "God your cock feels so good, Derek. I love when someone tears my pantyhose and fucks me with my skirt up. Mmmm I feel like such a slut when they do that." That did the trick, she found out as Derek began to piston his cock in and out of her slick, shaved pussy quickly and with force. "Oh FUCK yes, Derek, fuck me, yes fuck me! Oh, god yes we have to hurry, baby! Derek took the cue, and began to slam his hips into Laurie. He leaned his weight over, her calves sliding down his shoulders to his upper arms, and her legs and high heels shaking high in the air as he began to pump and fuck his sister in a frenzied fashion. "Yes, Derek, yes..Oh god I'm going to cum, Derek, I'm going to cum on your cock...."Laurie muttered as she lifted her head and ground her hips against Derek's thrusts. "Yesssss..! Derek gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes shut. "I'm close, Laurie, I'm close. I'm going to...." Laurie could feel his cock stiffen even more than the last few minutes, and heard Derek grunt and thrust once hard and deep, then again, even as she felt his cock spasm and begin shooting his cum deep inside her wet pussy. Even as he did so, her hands left her clit and slid up his chest to cup his neck as she tightened the muscles in her pussy and thighs, and shuddered as her own orgasm gripped her from her head to her toes. "Oh fuck yes...YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" She moaned just before biting her lip and lying back on the table. "Mmmm oh god, Derek. That was great, baby." Laurie whispered as she let her nylon-clad legs slide down his muscular arms. Derek smiled, and appeared to blush, as he gave several long, slow strokes into Laurie's wet, cum-drenched pussy with his softening cock. As his cock softened and slid out of her pussy, Laurie took it in hand and gave it a squeeze, then cleaned off their mingled fluids off it by rubbing it softly against her pantyhosed thighs. The Wedding Reception "Damn, Laurie. I don't know what to say, I'm sorry I..." She stopped his apology by leaning up and kissing him full on the lips, slipping her tongue between his lips as she tucked his cock back inside his slacks, and fumbled with the zipper. She broke the kiss and smiled. "Nothing to apologize for, Derek, ok?" she smiled as she rebuckled his belt, grinning at a skill picked up over a series of many affairs and one night stands. " I wanted it more than you did I think. But we really should get back to the reception. You first, then I'll follow behind after I tidy up." Her brother nodded, and stammered, but she shushed him again with a quick kiss. "I think you should give me a call when your honeymoon is over. I still haven't gotten the chance to feel what the huge cock is like in my mouth." She smiled and patted his crotch, then snaked a leg around his waist and pulled him close for one last, long, lingering tongue entwined kiss. "Besides, you'll like what Gina has on under her wedding dress. I talked her into wearing a garter belt!" Laurie winked and patted his behind as he turned, smiled and nodded, flushed cheeks giving him a decided glow as he left the room and closed the door behind him. Laurie got off the table, and stretched her legs. She tugged down the back of her silk gown, and checked for any guilty stains or spots that would telegraph what she had been up to. She reached for the tissue she had in her hand when she gotten up stairs and cleaned up just a bit, taking the time to slide her index finger into her tingling pussy and taste the cum that came out upon it. She gave a smile and licked her lips, tossing the tissue into the wastebasket by the room's door. "Well, I suppose I can bear with the party for a bit longer now," she muttered with a smile as she left for downstairs. The Wedding Reception It has been several years since my son and his friends graduated from high school and they all have gone on to finish college as well. For quite a while, the house has seemed empty without the guys spending their afternoons hanging around the house and soaking in the pool. I have to admit I found it more than a little sad to come home from work to an empty house. Recently, though, my husband and I attended the wedding of one of my son's closest friends. It was a great time, like a family reunion in many ways. I enjoyed seeing all of my son's friends together again. I was amazed at how they all seemed so much older now, especially since I didn't feel like I had aged a bit. I have to admit that I checked out the "competition," meaning the dates the guys brought to the wedding. The guys' dates were all very pretty – although I noticed that none of them wore hose. I also noticed that most of the women in my generation also were bare-legged. Maybe I was a bit critical, but I thought they would have looked much nicer and much better dressed had they been wearing hosiery. I was wearing hose, as usual, and I think it was noticed by many of the guests – especially the men and especially my son's friend Jason. Jason was the boy who had been spying on me undress when my son was in high school. At the time, I was upset with him at first, but then decided to tease him a little, so I undressed within his sight, although he never saw much more than he would have seen had I been wearing a bikini at the pool. At the wedding, Jason walked up to me and hugged me, telling me how great it was to see me again. He certainly had grown up and was much taller than he had been during his high school years. He introduced me to his date, Traci. She was a gorgeous tall blonde with hair to the middle of her back and a fantastic figure. She did not seem very happy to see her date gushing over this "older woman" especially when he said I was the best looking woman there. I thought I looked pretty good, I have to admit. I was wearing one of my favorite outfits. It was a navy silk dress with a little jacket. The dress itself had spaghetti straps with a square neckline that showed a little cleavage. Because of the thin straps and the neckline, I sometimes wore it without a bra, but this day I wore a strapless bra that did not show. It was not quite knee length. I was wearing sheer energy suntan pantyhose which showed off my legs quite nicely and had a nice noticeable glint when the light hit them. At that, Traci took his hand and led him away. As they were leaving, he looked back over his shoulder and said he'd be back to catch up with me later on. Traci did not look happy at all. I went back to my table and sat next to my husband. He already had found the open bar at the reception and seemed to be happy sitting, drinking, and talking with a few of our friends. I enjoyed spending time with everyone while we had dinner and drinks. As we ate, I removed my jacket, as the room was quite warm. Once dinner was over, the music started and people began to dance. I have to admit I got a little misty-eyed watching my son's friend and his new bride dance the first dance because it made me think that my son and daughter would be getting married at some point and I really would be a full-fledged "empty-nester." Even though they were both living on their own, they were around enough that I didn't miss them. As I was reminiscing, Jason walked up and asked me to dance. I was surprised and flattered. I asked why he would want to dance with an old lady when he was with such a pretty girl, and he smiled and blushed. He said he meant it when he said earlier that I was the best looking woman at the wedding. It was my turn to blush. "I'm not going to embarrass myself by dancing to one of the fast numbers being played," I told him. "That's okay,' he said, "I'd rather dance a slow dance with you anyhow." At that, he blushed again. Later, Jason returned and told me the band was going to play a set of slow tunes. I laughed and said it must be "old people's music." Jasin said "no, just slow songs. And besides, you aren't that old." I laughed and found myself blushing again.He took my hand and led me to the dance floor. I smiled and said "My, aren't you the gentleman." He smiled back. "I know how to treat a lady." As we began to dance, I remembered attending the wedding of my former boss' secretary and how Paul and I had enjoyed ourselves at that wedding. I reminded myself that I was dancing with a guy young enough to be my son – who was almost like a family member – and to get my mind out of the gutter. At that thought, I chuckled. Jason asked "Am I that bad a dancer that you are laughing." "No," I said, "you are a very good dancer,I was just remembering something funny from the past." As I talked to him, I realized that I had to look up to see his face and told him he had grown so much since high school. As I looked up, I noticed he had been looking down at me and I wondered if he'd been trying to look down my dress. I smiled at the thought. The music stopped and I started to return to my table when he asked if I wanted to keep dancing. I said I'd love to, and asked if Traci would mind. He said she was talking with their friends and had hardly noticed when he left the table, but he was willing to risk her getting mad to have the chance to dance with me. I told him he was sweet to say so. As we danced, I began to feel his arms holding me tighter as the songs continued to play and, as he held me tighter, I began to feel him rubbing against me, although it did not seem to be intentional. I did notice that he was becoming excited as we danced and I thought back to the wedding Frank and I had attended. I had to admit, it was an enjoyable memory and also an enjoyable sensation feeling this young guy get excited. As we danced, we made small talk. Suddenly, Jason looked very serious. "What's the matter," I asked. "I have a confession to make. There is something I wanted to tell you that I've been thinking about for quite a while. I finally worked up the nerve to tell you," he blurted out. Although I had a sneaking suspicion, I asked what sort of confession. He coughed, then asked "do you remember when I and the other guys used to hang out at your house after school and during the summer?" I said "sure, I loved having the guys around." "Well, we all loved being there because we all loved to see you when you came home from work, he said, blushing. "Why was that?" I asked. He blushed quite a bit more. "The guys all loved to see you in your work outfits," he said. "They did?" I asked, "why?" "They all loved looking at your legs in your skirts," he said. "There was something so great about seeing your legs in stockings," he went on. I acted as if I were shocked and simply said "Jason!" "I am old enough to be your mother." He said "that never bothered the guys." Although I was not sure I heard it, at just the time I was thinking "MILF" to myself and smiling, he might have said it under his breath. "So that's your big confession?" I asked, "I was a sex symbol?" I laughed. "No," he said. "Well, you were – still are actually – but that's not my confession." "No?" I asked. "There was one day when we were all at the pool when you came home from work and you just looked so hot," he said. "You talked to us for several minutes and I couldn't help myself – I just was staring at your legs and trying to look up your skirt as you stood next to the pool." As he told me this, we kept dancing and I could feel his excitement. "I told the guys I had to go to the john and went inside a few minutes after you did. I was pretty excited and was just going to ...well......jerk-off....while you were still fresh in my memory." "As I walked into the house I heard you going upstairs, so I had the thought that I could use your upstairs john and be closer to you when I did it." "I sneaked up the stairs and saw your bedroom door wasn't completely closed. I was afraid you'd see me if I walked by so I stopped." "I meant to go back downstairs, but them I saw you sitting on your bed looking at the mail. I really meant to leave, but then you stood up and unbuttoned your skirt. I thought I was going to faint." "Goodness, Jason," I said. All the while we were dancing, along with several other couples. It was quite the experience, listening to Jason as we danced with others so close by. He continued. "Before I knew it, you had removed your skirt and it just slid to the floor. Luckily, you were facing away from me, because when you bent over to pick up your skirt you would have seen me there. I don't think I will ever forget how amazing you looked." "You were wearing little red bikini panties, sheer pantyhose, and a white blouse. You walked to the closet and hung up your skirt. You were facing away from me the whole time and I have to tell you your legs and butt looked incredible. Then, you took off you blouse and I saw a lacy beige bra." "You turned around and walked back to the bed, so I could see you from the front for a few seconds. I still think it was the most exciting sight I'd ever seen. You sat on the bed and removed your pantyhose then got up and went into the bathroom but before you did, you removed your bra. I remember being so disappointed that you did not turn around, because I have always wondered what your breasts looked like." At that, he blushed even more and I felt a very obvious erection rubbing against me. He apologized and we finished the dance. As he walked me back to my table, I took his hand and said I had a question. "Did you jerk-off?" I asked. "Thousands of times, thinking of you after that,"he said. The rest of the reception certainly was uneventful compared to that. As my husband and I were leaving, I told him I wanted to say goodbye "to the guys." He followed me around as I stopped and said something to each of our son's friends, giving each a hug and a peck on the cheek. When we got to Jason's table, I saw Traci glaring at me. I smiled. "I just wanted to say goodbye to your guy. " Jason stood up and I gave him a hug that was a little tighter than I had given the others, but hopefully not noticeably so. As I hugged him, I pressed against him and was pleased to note that he still was excited. As I kissed his cheek, I pulled him closer and whispered, "I knew you were there." Smiling at him, I turned and walked away with my husband, maybe with a little extra wiggle. The Wedding Reception After years of reading slut wife stories in various magazines and on Internet sites I finally have one of my own to tell. It is not about my wife, at least not this time, and it happened at a very unlikely place - my daughter's wedding. The slut? None other that the mother of the groom. Rick and Anna had been a couple for several years before Rick popped the question and Anna said yes. Jean (my wife) and I had met and had socialized with Rick's parents for over two years. There was nothing about Tom and Denise that would make you think that they were anything other that a middle-aged suburban couple with a stable marriage, but as the old saying goes, looks can be deceiving. The wedding had taken place at one o'clock Saturday afternoon and the reception was being held at our home. About two hours into the reception I noticed that Tom was spending a lot of time with one of Anna's bridesmaids and I wondered about that because (a) the girl's husband was usually a very jealous sort and he hung around his wife like a guard dog and (b) Denise was in the area. But, I was tending bar and I got busy and forgot about it. About fifteen minutes after I saw Tom and the girl together I spilled tomato juice on myself and I grabbed my younger son to tend bar while I went upstairs to change. I put on a clean shirt and went into the bathroom to wash my face and comb my hair and while drying my face with the towel I heard what sounded like a low moan from the adjoining bedroom (my home is an older one and two bedrooms share a large bathroom). I opened the door a crack and saw Tom between the legs of the young girl (her name was Tammy) and he was pounding away like there would be no tomorrow. Her legs were up over his shoulders and her high heel clad feet were pointed up at the ceiling and her hands were clutching Tom's hips as if she was trying to keep him from getting away. She was uttering a string of low moans that I couldn't recognize, but to me the meaning was clear. It was either, "Oh yes, oh yes" or "fuck me, fuck me" and I surprised myself by continuing to watch the two of them enjoy their illicit interlude. I hadn't realized that there was some voyeur in me, but it was unmistakable the effect that watching them had on me. I saw some movement out of the corner of my eye and I shifted my gaze just in time to see Denise quietly close the bedroom door. I only got a quick glimpse of her, but it was enough to show me that she was pissed. I turned my attention back to the couple on the bed and watched for several more minutes until Tom groaned, "Get ready honey, here it comes" and Tammy cried out, "No, no, please wait for me, I'm almost there, please, please" but Tom was apparently interested in only himself and he emptied himself into her and then jumped off the bed and pulled up his pants. "Got to go baby, before my wife misses me" and then he left the room. On the bed Tammy was trying to get herself off with her fingers and I don't know what made me do what I did, I had never cheated on my wife before, but the sight of that poor girl on the bed trying to get herself off with her fingers got to me. I walked out of the bathroom (after locking the adjoining door) and walked to the bedroom door and locked it. I walked to the bed and dropped my trousers and Tammy looked up at me and said, "No, please, you can't" but as she was saying it she was spreading her legs wide to get ready for me. It was my first time for sloppy seconds and I couldn't believe how great it felt. She was hot and wet and silky and at that moment in time she wanted me (actually my cock) as bad as I wanted her and her legs wrapped around me as her hands pulled me as deep into her as she could. It only took her a minute or so to have her orgasm and as it washed through her she dug her nails into me so hard that I thought she might have drawn blood. As soon as she came down from her high she began to try and push me off, but I was not going to be denied my own release and I held on and kept plowing into her until my own sperm joined Tom's. As we both dressed she pleaded with me not to tell anyone about what had just happened and I assured her that it would be our little secret, but I added with a smile, "You know where to find me if you ever need help again. Fingers are not all that satisfying." ++++++++++++++++++++++++ Back downstairs I was pleased to notice that I hadn't been missed and I began to mingle with the guests. As I circulated I noticed that Denise kept having her glass refilled by Tammy's husband. Did she tell him what she saw? I decided that she hadn't because as jealous as he was he would have gone looking for Tammy and it wouldn't have been pretty when he found her. Curious, I kept and eye on the two of them as I walked around and talked to people and it began to dawn on me that Denise was seducing Scott, probably to get even with Tom for having fucked Tammy, and Tammy for having bopped Tom. On a hunch I headed back upstairs and made some arrangements. I locked the guest bedroom and Anna's bedroom so that the only room available would be the one that Tom, Tammy and I had recently made good use of and then I got in the closet and waited. After a bit I began to think I had guessed wrong and I was about to leave when the bedroom door opened and Denise took a quick peek to see if anyone was there. Seeing no one she turned and said something and then she came into the room followed by Scott. Denise, having more sense than Tom, locked the door behind them and then lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties. "Hurry" she said, "We don't have much time." Scott dutifully stepped out of his trousers and then he and Denise began a no frills fuck session that got me hard all over again. Denise was a lot more vocal than Tammy and somehow her cries of "Fuck me, fuck me harder" were a major turn on for me and I had my dick out and I was whipping the poor thing off and not paying any attention and I accidentally hit the door. The loud "thump" echoed through the room and the action on the bed stopped as both of them looked toward the closet. "Who's there?" asked Denise. When I didn't respond she jumped off the bed and came to the closet, opened the door and saw me standing there with my dick in my hand. "Well, well, what have we here?" She reached down and took hold of my cock and said, "I can put this to good use honey" and she used my dick like a leash to lead me over to the bed where she put Scott and me to work. Scott and I both fucked Denise twice before we headed back down stairs, and again it seemed as if no one had missed me - or so I thought at the time. It had been quite a day for me, my first (and second) extramarital affair, my first sloppy seconds and my first threesome. It was almost my first cream pie, Denise wanted me to and I might have if we had been alone, but I couldn't bring myself to do it after Scott had made his last deposit and left us. "I won't let you off so easy the next time" Denise told me as we left the room. The next time? I hadn't even considered that there might be a next time, but the more I thought about it, the more I thought, "Why not?" I was saying goodbye to the guests as they were leaving and when Tammy came up to me she leaned toward me and whispered: "Please, please please don't say anything to anybody about what happened." I smiled at her and said, "If I told anybody it might get around and ruin any chance I might have of doing it again." She blushed and said, "It was fun, wasn't it?" I nodded a yes and she squeezed my hand and left. A minute later Scott left, after giving me a conspiratorial wink. When it was Denise's turn to leave she gave me a coy smile and said in my ear as she kissed my cheek: "We are not going to be strangers, are we? Call me." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ As Jean climbed into bed with me that night she gave me her "serious talk" look. She rolled up onto an elbow and said, "I've got a question for you and I want an honest answer." I just looked at her and waited. "When you and Scott were fucking Denise did you give any thought about what effect it might have on me if I found out?" My look told her that I hadn't even considered it. I have never been able to lie to Jean, which is why I suppose I have never had any affairs with other women, at least before that day, and so I told her the whole story including the part about Tammy. "Well" she said, "Let me tell you something. I needed you earlier and couldn't find you downstairs so I came up here. I got suspicious when I found all the doors locked and so I put my ear to each door until I heard noise. I unlocked the guest room door and the connecting door to the bathroom and then I watched the three of you until you were done. Denise looked like she was having a grand time and you and Scott didn't look all that bored either. In fact, it looked like so much fun that I'm going to try it!" I lay there stunned by the turn of events and I wasn't quite sure that I'd heard right. My Jean in a threesome? Not if I had anything to say about it. Her next words let me know, in no uncertain terms, that I didn't have any say in the matter. "You can be one of the two, but if you'd rather not I'm sure I can find someone else. Call Scott and get him over here tomorrow and if you can't handle it, I'll go out and pick up somebody. And just so you know, I'll expect you to do for me what you didn't do for Denise. I don't care who fucks me or how many times he, they or you do it, your punishment for being unfaithful is to suck every bit of what goes into me out of me, and if you want to continue living here you won't argue about it." So, sometime today I have to call Scott and ask him to come over and fuck my wife. Isn't that the pits? Having to ask some one to fuck your wife? Christ only knows where we go from here. The Wedding Reception During summer breaks all through college, I worked as a bartender at a banquet hall near my house. The hall would have at least one wedding a week throughout the summer, so the work was pretty steady and relatively easy. Combined with the relatively close proximity to my house (and the occasional hot bridesmaids) it wasn't a terrible summer job at all. One weekend in mid-July was unbearably hot, and the hall had a wedding reception scheduled for that Saturday. I really didn't feel like going in to work that day; my friends planned on packing a cooler and going to the beach for the entire day. I would have loved to go to the beach; drinking a few beers, throwing a football or frisbee around and meeting a few hot girls sounded like a great way to spend a Saturday. At least that sounded much better than spending all day mixing drinks and opening bottles, but I figured at least I would make some good cash for the day. At one point, I went outside to go make a phone call before we began to serve dinner. I stepped out into the sweltering parking lot and called my friends at the beach. It sounded like they were having a great time, and they made sure to give me a hard time for having to work. I told them I'd give them a call when I got out to see where they were at and meet them downtown. They made sure to give me a little more shit and rub it in that I wasn't at the beach before they hung up. I was just about to turn and go back into the hall when my day at work immediately got much better. A black SUV pulled up into one of the remaining spots and a couple got out. One of the most gorgeous Asian women I have ever seen got out of the passenger's side and began walking to the door to the banquet hall. She was wearing a pretty brown dress that, while elegant and flowing, still hugged the curves of her body. I could only imagine how she looked under that dress. The muscles of her smooth, tanned legs flexed with every step she took, and her small, delicate feet were in sexy gold strappy heels. Her legs looked stunning in the dress and heels combination. I couldn't help but stare and watch her walk across the parking lot. As she looked over in my direction, I quickly turned to go back into the building. It looked like I would at least have one reason to enjoy working that day. The reception was typical of all the other receptions I had worked. As soon as people found their placards and grabbed seats at their tables, they immediately came to me at the bar. Most of the time I just opened beer bottles or poured glasses of wine, but sometimes people would order mixed drinks. Otherwise, the job was pretty simple. After about two hours, the DJ announced that dinner would be served in roughly 15 minutes and that we would be closing the open bar during dinner. A few people came up for one last drink before dinner began, but with about two minutes left I started to get ready to shut down until after dinner. I was gathering empty bottles to throw in the recycling out back when I heard a woman come to the bar. "Excuse me, I know you're closing up but could I get one last drink?" she said. "No problem," I said, "what can I get you?" I turned around and stopped dead; it was the gorgeous Asian woman from the parking lot. "Can I get a glass of Chardonnay?" she asked with a smile. "Of course you can." I put down a napkin, grabbed a bottle, and began pouring it into a glass. "You were outside earlier, weren't you?" she asked. "Um...yea I was. Why, did you see me?" "Haha, yes I did. You seemed to be looking at something. Then you quickly went inside. Did you see anything you like?" she said as she winked at me. I was pretty surprised; was she flirting? Didn't she come here with her husband? Regardless, I decided I was just going to go with it. "Well, something definitely caught my eye," I said with a smirk. "Hmmm, is that so? It wouldn't happen to have been little ole me, would it?" "Haha, you caught me. That's a very beautiful dress. Hopefully I see more of you in it," and, I hoped, out of it. "We'll see," she said. "I'll be back for more drinks." "I look forward to it," I said. "My name's David, yours?" "Elaine," she said. "Nice to meet you...I'll be back later." As she walked back to her table I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Her legs were amazing and flexed with every step, and the dress elegantly draped her body. I shut down the open bar for dinner and went back into the kitchen to help out where I could. After about an hour, I went out into the lobby for a quick break. I was going to call my friends to see where they were, but I saw the door open and Elaine walk out into the lobby. She looked at me and giggled. "David! See, I told you I'd see you later...what are you doing out here?" "Just making a phone call. How are you enjoying the reception?" "I'm having a good time, but unfortunately my husband has to go home and take care of our little one. I'm glad I ran into you though; can you show me where the ladies' room is?" "Haha, sure Elaine. It's right over there, second door on the right," I said as I pointed her in the direction of the bathroom. I couldn't take my eyes off her gorgeous tanned legs as she walked away. Once she went inside the women's room, I called my friends to see what they were up to. They were starting to wrap things up at the beach and were trying to decide where they were going to go in the city. They made sure to let me know how many hot girls were running around in skimpy bikinis throughout the day. As I listened to them rattle off all that I was missing out on, I heard the click of heels behind me. Suddenly, I felt a hand quickly reach into my pocket and quickly slip out. I turned to see Elaine smiling devilishly at me as she walked back into the banquet hall. I smiled, told my friend I had to get back to work, and hung up. As I started to walk back into the hall, I reached into my pocket. My hands stopped when I felt the object inside. I grasped it between my fingers and pulled it out. I couldn't believe what I held in my hand; a tiny, sexy pair of white lace panties. Even more amazing: the panties were wet! Elaine must have been quite aroused. I heard the DJ announce that the bar would be back open in about 5 minutes, so I slipped the panties back in my pocket and headed back into the banquet hall. As I walked through the hall, I caught Elaine's eyes. She smiled and winked at me, then quickly looked around to see if anyone was watching; when she didn't see anyone looking her way, she spread her legs, ran her finger along her inner thigh, and brought it to her lips. She licked her finger and sucked it between her lips; I was so fixated on Elaine that I nearly tripped over a chair on my way back to the bar. Once dinner was over, the guests started coming back to the bar. It was a good thing nobody wanted any complicated drinks; I was far too distracted to focus on mixing drinks. I kept thinking about the sexy panties—moist with Elaine's arousal—in my pocket. Lost in the monotony of opening beer bottles and pouring glasses of wine was Elaine standing in line. She was about three or four people back when I saw her. We locked eyes and both smiled instantly. When it was her turn, she asked for another glass of Chardonnay. I poured it for her and handed her the glass; she slipped a dollar bill and a folded piece of paper into my hand, winked, and walked back to her table. I dropped the dollar into the tip glass set up on the bar, pocketed the piece of paper, and tended to the two people in line behind her. Once I got them their drinks, I took the paper out of my pocket and read what it said: "Lobby, 10 minutes. -Elaine" I could hardly wait that ten minutes. I reached into my pocket and felt her wet, sexy little panties once more. Knowing that she was sitting there without panties and wanted to meet up in the lobby in ten minutes was almost too much to bear. I looked towards Elaine's table; she was staring right at me. She quickly dipped the tip of her middle finger in her wine glass, stirred it a bit, and wiped it from her knee all the way up her thigh. With that, she winked at me, got up from her chair, and walked out of the hall. I immediately walked out from behind the bar; when one of my co-workers asked where I was going, I mumbled something about "needing to take care of something" and asked him to cover for me as I walked away. I stepped out into the lobby, but Elaine was nowhere to be found. I walked to the other end of the lobby and still didn't see Elaine. Suddenly I saw her poke her head out of the smaller banquet hall in the building. "Psst, looking for lil' ole' me?" she whispered seductively. She had the wine glass in one hand; with the other, she motioned for me to come join her. I looked around and walked into the room with her. The wedding was the only function going on that day, so the room was empty except for some tables and chairs scattered about. I put my arm around Elaine's waist and held her close to me as we walked into the room. "So," I said, trying to play coy, "what did you want to meet up about?" "Well I was just enjoying this fantastic Chardonnay, and I thought maybe you'd like a taste." "Haha, I've been behind the bar all day...you don't think I've tasted the wine?" I laughed. "Hmmm, not for nothing, but you haven't tasted it from here," she said as she lifted her dress to reveal a wet line from when she trailed the wine on her thigh. She put her hand on my shoulder and pushed me down to my knees. I caressed her legs and began to kiss from her feet and ankles up her toned calves. My hands slid to the outside of her thighs and hiked her dress up further. I stuck out my tongue and began to lick her inner thighs just above her knee. I savored the crisp Chardonnay on her supple, smooth inner thigh. She moaned and ran her hands through my hair as I licked closer and closer to her pussy. I could smell her arousal and felt the heat radiating from her "kitty." Suddenly she grabbed a handful of hair and pulled my face to her pussy; I slowly and deliberately licked all around her moist pussy lips until I finally slid my tongue into her wet slit. "Ohhhhhhh fuck, lick my pussy," she said just loudly enough for anyone outside the door to hear. She leaned back against the table behind her and set her wine glass down. She began rolling her hips and forcing my tongue deeper into her pussy. She lifted one gorgeous leg and draped it over my shoulder in order to pull me closer. My tongue traced around the outer lips of her pussy and caressed her vulva. I lapped at her pussy, first thrusting my tongue in and out of her tiny hole and then licking her delicate lips. As her pussy got wetter and wetter, I started to zero in on her engorged clit. I slowly ran the entire length of my tongue across her clit. Elaine groaned and her body shuddered as I stimulated her hard little clit. After minute or two of long, slow licks, I began to flick the tip of my tongue rapidly over her hot little button. Her hand clamped down on my head and her leg wrapped tighter around my neck and shoulders. I continued flicking her clit as she whimpered and moaned. Finally, I wrapped my lips around her button and began to gently suck on it as my tongue continued its assault. "Ohhhhhhhhhh David, you're gonna make me cum!" she breathily moaned. I sucked and flicked her clit until her body stiffened and I felt her pussy spasm. Her succulent juices began flowing steadily out of her pussy as she came, and I licked and tasted as much of it as I could. Once she came down from her orgasm and weakly pushed my head away from her pussy, I saw that her inner thighs were still slick with her cum. "Mmmmmmmmm, that was so good....my turn," she said as she spun me around, pushed me up against the table, and dropped to her knees. Elaine unbuttoned my pants and slid my zipper down. She slipped her slender fingers in the waist of my pants and pulled them down my legs. Elaine ran her hands over the bulge in my boxers and began kissing my throbbing cock through the thin cotton material. She hooked her fingers in the elastic waistband and (excruciatingly) slowly slid my boxers down my legs until they joined my pants in a heap at my feet. As my cock sprang out, Elaine began slowly running her soft hands over the smooth, swollen head and the veiny shaft. Elaine planted soft, quick kisses all over my cockhead and shaft as she worked her way down to my balls. She gave each one a quick playful peck and then reached up to the table to grab her wine glass. She took a drink but did not swallow it. As she held the glass in her hands, she quickly spread her lips and took my cock in her mouth. Elaine began swishing the wine back and forth over my cock in her mouth. The sensation was incredible; a warm, talented mouth combined with the tingly, cool wine. Elaine slowly pulled her head back and my cock popped out from between her pursed lips. A little bit of wine escaped past her luscious lips and dripped down to her chest, but she swallowed the rest that was in her mouth. She looked up into my eyes and slowly stroked my cock. She brought her lips to my cock, stuck out her tongue, and began to swirl her tongue all around the velvety smooth head. She maintained eye contact with me the entire time she worked her amazing tongue on my cockhead. As she slowly, erotically teased the slit with the tip of her tongue, I ran my hand through her hair and caressed her face. She kissed my cockhead and then began to slowly lick my shaft down to my balls. She ran her tongue all over my cock and erotically licked every inch of me. Once my cock was slick with her saliva, she began rubbing it all over her face, kissing it, and moaning. She rubbed my cock all over her cheeks and across her eyelids. She had trails of saliva all over her face as she worshipped my cock. Suddenly she wrapped her lips around my balls and began to suck and lick them once more. I groaned a deep, guttural groan as I felt her tongue bathe my cum-filled balls. She let my balls pop out of her mouth and dragged her tongue up my shaft and past the throbbing head of my cock. Just when I thought she was done, she took her wine glass and positioned it next to my cock. She gently flicked her tongue against the underside of my cock and opened her mouth wide. She tipped her glass slightly over my cock and let a few droplets of wine spill on my throbbing member; she promptly licked them off with her flat, moist tongue. Then she began to pour more Chardonnay over my cockhead and let it cascade into her open mouth, all without ever breaking our eye contact. She emptied her glass over my cock and made sure to catch and lick all of the wine off me. She set the empty glass down on the table, swallowed the wine in her mouth and gave my cock one last lick and suck to make sure she got every last drop. I nearly collapsed back onto the table as I was reeling from the hottest blowjob I had ever received. I helped Elaine stand up and immediately bent her over the table. I pulled her dress up over her hips and past her toned, firm ass. Her pussy was soaking wet; moisture was running steadily down her thighs. I lined my cock up with her tight pussy, grabbed her hips, and thrust my cock inside her. "Ohhh fuck, your pussy feels amazing," I groaned. "Mmmm fuuuuuck meeeeeeee!," she whimpered. I thrust my cock in and out of her tight pussy. Every time I would pull back, her lips gripped my cock and seemed to pull me back into her. My balls slapped against her clit as I increased the pace of my thrusts. I spanked her ass and she moaned and raised her ass as her lips spread to accommodate my cock. Elaine began to match my thrusts and buck her ass back towards me. I bottomed out deep in her pussy with every thrust. As my balls slapped her pussy, her wetness splattered across the table. I kept working my cock in and out of her pussy. While we were trying to subdue our moans so as to avoid being discovered, Elaine began to moan louder and I grunted as I pounded her tight cunt. Between the noises we were making and the sound of my pelvis slapping against her firm ass, I'm sure someone had to hear us. Suddenly I felt Elaine's legs stiffen and she pressed herself up off the table. She arched her back, threw her head back, and I felt her pussy spasm and clamp around my cock. As Elaine came all over my cock, it began to throb and swell. "Mmmmm fuck Elaine, I'm gonna cum," I groaned. "Ohh fuck...I-mmmmm-I want to taste it!" she exclaimed I thrust deep in her pussy one last time and then pulled out. She spun around as quickly as she could and dropped to her knees. As she spun, she grabbed her wine glass off the table. She got on her knees in front of me and opened her mouth wide. As I quickly stroked my cock towards my impending orgasm, she held the wine glass under her open mouth. I aimed my cock towards Elaine's face and open mouth as I felt my balls tighten and my cock throb. I felt the cum boil up through my shaft and exploded jet after jet of salty, warm cum across Elaine's face and into her mouth. A few shots landed on her chin and dripped down her face into her glass. Once the last few spurts of cum shot out of my cock, I slowly staggered back a few steps. Elaine had streaks of cum dripping off her face and was swirling a thick glob of cum around in her mouth. Her glass held a small puddle of cum. "Oh My God...that was amazing Elaine....." I panted. "Mmmmmmm, I just love the taste of cum...." Elaine said. Elaine took her index finger and scooped some of the cum off of her face. She placed her finger in the puddle of cum in her glass and slowly stirred and swirled it around. She looked at me, winked, and tilted her head back. She held the glass over her lips and turned it over. My cum slowly oozed down the side of the glass and formed a long, sticky strand between her tongue and the rim of the glass. She slurped my cum out of the glass and used her tongue to lick the glass clean. "Hmmmmm....that was even better than the Chardonnay!" she said seductively. Elaine scooped the remaining cum off of her face and licked her fingers clean. I grabbed a clean napkin off of one of the tables and wiped her face before she went to the bathroom to clean up. After we both got cleaned up, I popped my head out of the door to see if the coast was clear. There was nobody in the lobby, so I grabbed Elaine's hand and led her out of the room. As she turned to head to the ladies' room, I pulled her hand towards me. "That was incredible; I thought today was gonna be a bad day, but it's been great," I said with a smile. "Mmmm, the pleasure was all mine...well, I guess not 'all' mine...," she said with a smirk as she looked at my still throbbing cock straining against my pants. "Still have that piece of paper?" "Yea, right here." "Gimme a pen," she commanded. I pulled one out of my pocket, gave her the pen and paper, and she quickly wrote her number down. "Here's my number...text me so I'll have yours. Next time my husband is out of town....well...I'll be on the couch with a glass of Chardonnay. Maybe I'll give you a call." With that she winked and turned to walk to the ladies' room. I looked at my watch and realized I had spent a good amount of time away from work. I had no idea how I was going to explain this one. "Where the fuck have you been?" my co-worker asked. "Uh, long story....sorry man," I apologized. "You're lucky it wasn't too busy...." I got back behind the bar and got back to opening bottles and pouring drinks. After a few minutes, I felt my phone vibrate. I reached into my pocket and saw that my friend had texted me: "Headin to the bar downtown. Beach was awesome. Too bad you had to work, poor fucker. Haha." ...Yea, "too bad." If only he knew... The Wedding Reception My wife and I went to her niece's wedding reception a few months ago. My hands still tremble with erotic excitement when I recall what happened that night. Writing it down may prove to be too much. I almost don't want to share the tale because I think if I tell anyone else what happened, it somehow won't be true anymore. When my wife gets tipsy, she flirts. When she gets drunk, she becomes a different woman entirely and loses all her ingrained Lutheran inhibitions. When she gets a little drunker than that, she falls asleep. Not "passed out" drunk, she's done that a couple times by drinking her way through the sleepy stage. But usually when she gets drunk, goes right past the uninhibited sweet spot and she's just not really able to function anymore because she gets too sleepy. So the trick for me (which requires me to stay sober) has always been to help her maintain the "just right drunk," but that has only worked a few times. So mostly I help her stay tipsy and just imagine what it would be like if she ever followed through on all the flirting that she does. She enjoys it too, so I don't mind. And I've never needed alcohol to lose my inhibitions, since I wasn't born with any. At her niece's wedding, the ceremony had been nice, though a little too long (Catholic weddings are like that, and my brother had married into a Catholic family, so that turned him Catholic too), and I had been fantasizing about all the sexy bridesmaids in and out of their not very sexy dresses, and what would happen if her niece's lovely strapless wedding dress fell down just a couple inches further and revealed the bride's pert little breasts (hey, she's a grown up, and she isn't my niece...I'm allowed to dream). I had also been fantasizing about what would happen at the reception. At the last wedding we attended my wife got tipsy and flirted outrageously with her sister's husband. After a few weeks, when she got back on speaking terms with her sister, I think they made an agreement not to cross that line again. But tonight I had hopes. I always had hopes, but an open bar gave me even bigger, longer, harder hopes than usual. My wife was wearing a long grey skirt that flared at the bottom, just below the knee. I had convinced her when we were shopping for this trip, the first one a long time that we took without at least part of our brood with us, was one of the few chances for her to wear stockings and a garter belt underneath. Her bikini panties, demi-cup bra and garter were all newly purchase, sexy, and see-through black lace. She topped the outfit off with a long-sleeved sweater-style blouse, a thin, knit, delicately patterned fabric in black, silver and grey that paired perfectly with the skirt. It had a leafy pattern, woven into the soft, varied texture. Some of the silvery leaves in the pattern seemed semi-transparent, in the right light. I devoted a lot of my own attention to testing this transparency hypothesis. With access to an unlimited supply of Scotch sours and a very attentive waiter (well, he paid a lot of attention to her, anyway), my wife hit the tipsy point pretty quickly. I did my best to ration her consumption at that point, going so far as to pour some of her drink into my diet Coke when she wasn't looking, or just encouraging the server to clear the half-finished drinks whenever she hit the dance floor with her sisters or brother. I really can't dance (it's rather painful to watch, in fact), and she didn't know any of the mostly college-aged folks that were friends of the bride and groom, so dancing with family was her only way to let loose, unfortunately. By the time night had fallen and both the youngest and oldest family and guests had left the reception to let the more experienced and committed revelers celebrate the nuptials, she was fully into tipsy, and right on the edge of drunk. I had also noticed that there was a man sitting at a table next to ours who had fixated on my wife. He was younger than us, maybe by ten or fifteen years, but at least that many years older than the bride and groom's college crowd. A strongly built man in an expensive suit, shaved bald. Simultaneously sophisticated and tough-looking, he might have fit equally well in the role of a Wall Street trader or as a mechanic in a motorcycle repair shop, but with everyone dressed in their party best it was impossible to tell. What wasn't at all hidden, though, was that he had fallen deeply, hotly in lust with my woman, my wife of more than twenty years. His eyes followed her around the room. He was sitting at a table with friends, so he wasn't leering, and he was doing his best to stay engaged in his table's conversation, but I could tell. I saw the hunter's gaze he focused on my wife...because I knew from experience what it felt like to be absorbed in a woman you didn't really knw. If he was like me, it would have started with her pretty feet, sheer black stockings in strappy sandals, moving gracefully on the dance floor. He would have seen her out there and caught the fervor, then tracked her back to the table. He would have searched the fabric of her skirt to determine what, if anything, she wore beneath it. If he was paying close attention he might have seen the subtle yet distinctive buttons of the garters that were holding her stockings up or the vertical line of the garter straps at her hips. He would have been fantasizing, as I would in his situation, that she was taking full advantage of the freedom that garters provided by leaving her panties at home. He would have been wondering if she was shaved, and hoping that she wasn't. He would have imagined her trimmed pubes that matched the long golden-blonde hair cascading over her shoulders and swirling around her as she moved sensuously on the dance floor. If he was anything like me, and I'm sure he was because he so obviously shared my appreciation for my wife's special beauty, he would have been wondering if she wore a bra under her blouse. He would have strained his attention to catch the telltale sign of an erect nipple brushing against the soft fabric and confirming that my wife's perfect B-cups were unbound. He would have carefully followed the bounce and sway of her breasts as she danced, hoping to find clues. My wife, for her part, seemed unaware of his rapt devotion. When the bald man went to the men's room, I followed. I stood at the available urinal next to him and glanced over discreetly while he peed. My wife will tell you that she doesn't really care about the size and shape of a man's privates. She'll tell you that his eyes, his smile, his hands, and his sense of humor are all more important. This man may have had blue eyes, I don't remember. He may have smiled, I really don't recall. He had two hands, I'm sure of that, and they both seemed perfectly functional. But my wife doesn't fantasize the way I do. She likes to be seduced, charmed, wooed. I'm different. I don't imagine her being entranced by his wit or impressed by his intelligence; I imagine her impaled by his powerful thrusts and swallowing his salty cum. So I need to see a guy's cock to fuel my own imagination about how he could use that thing between his legs to exploit my wife. When I noticed the size and shape of the bald man's flaccid weapon, my mind start to spin with fantasies about her kneeling before him, sucking him, fucking him, and letting him violate her ass. I waited until the men's room was empty except for the two of us. As we stood washing our hands I made my approach. "I noticed you checking out my wife..." I said, without accusation. "Oh, man...I'm sorry. She's not wearing a ring...I didn't know." "Hey, no problem, she normally doesn't wear one. Doesn't like jewelry. Your appreciation of her is flattering, actually...all those hot, younger women at the party and you are paying such close attention to mine." "She's so gorgeous. You're a lucky guy. I'm glad you don't mind me admiring her. She's got something about her; I don't know...I just can't stop watching, imagining." "I know exactly what you mean, and I don't know what it is either...but she has the same effect on me." I had to stop talking about her because I was getting obviously hard in my slacks. But I couldn't let it end there. "You know...I can't keep her satisfied." I paused for effect, and then I continued as though the double-entendre was accidental. "She likes to dance...a lot...and I can't keep up with her...no sense of the music. I'm sure she'd dance with you if you asked. She'd probably enjoy having a different partner for the evening." His eyes widened slightly, and I thought I saw him twitch in his pants. "I'd love to...thanks, man." I left the bathroom first, and he stayed behind, possibly to rearrange his increasing stiffness, but more likely to give a silent fist pump in salute to his good fortune. He came back into the ballroom after I sat down next to my wife, and he proceeded directly to our table. "Excuse me, miss," he tapped her on the shoulder. "I don't have a dance partner, and it doesn't seem as though you do either. Would you be mine?" She blushed, and started to reply, but then looked at me. "Would it be okay?" "I think it's a great idea...maybe he can satisfy your dance floor needs...I know I can't," I replied with a knowing grin. She needed no more encouragement. In a moment they were out in the middle of the crowd, dancing to rock, and hip-hop, and a bunch of songs I didn't even know by genre. The music was all fast, so they mostly danced at arm's length, getting a feel for how to coordinate with each other's movements. I had a great time watching my wife have a great time with another man. And then the scene changed. Someone had requested the Righteous Brother's "Unchained Melody." Many of the dancers started to leave the floor, to take a break during the slow romantic song, and my own wife turned to leave as well, but he reached out and took her hand and wordlessly asked her to stay. I was surprised, and thrilled, when she accepted his request. At first, she kept a respectable distance, her wrists draped on his shoulders loosely, his hands appropriately on her waist. After all, there was other family around, and even if he hadn't realized she was married, her brother and sisters did, and she knew that they expected her to follow the rules of decorum. But the respectable distance was only a physical one. His dark eyes were locked onto her baby blues, and she returned the intensity as a powerful musical trance developed. As they swayed together, they moved gradually closer. By the midpoint of the song, his hands were on her lower back, and her elbows on her shoulders, through there was still the merest space between them. Before the final chords had sounded, though, she was pressed against him, her arms wrapped around his neck, her head on his shoulder. His hands, meanwhile, had drifted lower on her back, onto the upper part of her perfect ass cheeks. My mouth went dry when I saw his strong fingers casually searching for and locating the contours of her tiny panties, and noted his look of brief surprise when he verified that she was in fact wearing a garter belt and stockings. He pressed himself against her body firmly as the ballad came to its mournful close. She held him for a moment after the song ended, maybe a little too long since the end of the song signaled the break for the DJ, and the rest of the dancers were drifting hand-in-hand off the floor. My wife and her amorous stranger were left standing together, pressed against each other like intimate partners. Her face became flushed and she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, and the two parted. My wife headed for our table, he headed for his, though he stayed a step behind so he could admire her as she walked away. She flopped in a satisfied manner into the seat next to me, just as the waiter brought us fresh drinks. "Wow," she whispered. Then when she met my eyes, she blushed deeply and looked down at the tablecloth, fiddling with a stirring straw. "Are you mad?" Reaching for her hand, I reassured her, "Not mad at all." "Jealous?" she peeked up under her eyebrows anxiously. I smiled. "He should be jealous of me. I get to go home with you every night." Her expression softened, and her thoughts seemed to drift to some imaginary place. "I really liked that...dancing with him. I'm so glad you don't mind, but I just got carried away. Are you sure it was okay?" I took her delicate fingers and guided them under the tablecloth, to the front of my slacks. I was harder than I had been in years, and she recognized the unique power she had over me in this special place, under these unique circumstances. "He wants to dance more I think, with me. I think he likes me." I laughed and leaned over to plant a kiss on her full, red lips. "You are so cute with your little girl insecurity sometimes. I'm certain he likes you. A lot. And he'd do a lot more than 'like' you, if you wanted him to. If you let him." She blushed even more deeply. "I wasn't going to dance anymore; I feel like I'm playing with fire." She squeezed me again, under the table and giggled, "You men are so predictable." "In some ways...but in others, not so much. How many men would even allow their wives to dance with handsome strangers, much less encourage them?" "Not many, I guess. But I really don't know about other men, just you. You really don't mind?" "The music is starting again, he's coming this way," I looked over her shoulder as he approached, working his way slowly between the tables as the crowd made its way back to the floor. "He looks like he still appreciates you, even after the break. Did you feel that when you were pressed against him? It looks to me like he really, really likes you." "Oh my god!" she mocked, "What a dirty mind you have!" Then she leaned toward me in a conspiratorial whisper, "Of course I felt it; his body is so muscled, and hard. And thick." The stranger was standing behind her, almost close enough to brush the front of his trousers against her shoulder, but he probably didn't hear. "Do you mind, sir," he said to me in a rather formal way, "if I ask your wife for the pleasure of this dance?" "Not at all," I replied in a stilted tone, more appropriate perhaps to a business transaction between Victorian gentlemen. "The pleasure is hers...and mine." They danced, another slow dance at first, and began as close as they had finished the last one, getting closer still throughout. By the middle of the song they were hardly moving, just tipping back and forth in time to the music as he held her tight. His hands started at the top of her buns, and by the time the DJ had started to cue the next song, he had my wife's round, firm cheeks in each hand, kneading her gently, but obviously, through her skirt. He was whispering into her ear as she rested her head on his strong chest, and occasionally she would lift her lips to his ear to whisper something back. The last time she did this, as the romantic song came to a close, I was sure I saw her tongue flick out and tease the lobe of his ear. The DJ picked up the pace and they had to dance apart for a couple of songs. Neither one of them seemed to recognize the third song, and as they stood awkwardly trying to catch the beat, she leaned forward and whispered to him. He smiled broadly at whatever she said, and this time I definitely saw her take his earlobe between her warm, soft lips and gave him a nibble. He left the dance floor and headed back to his table, the tent in the front of his pants attracting even more attention from all the jealous unattached women who now realized even more clearly how much they were missing. My wife headed back to the powder room, and I was about to get up and follow her when I was intercepted by her younger sister, storming toward me. It was this sister's husband who had been the target of my wife's amorous attention at the last wedding reception we all attended. "I can't believe her!" she fumed. "She's doing it again." "I have no idea what you are talking about." She slugged me in the shoulder, a too hard to be playful. She meant it. "You are an idiot; she's practically fucking him right in the middle of the floor. She's such a tramp! I can't believe we're related!" "Well, little sister, she doesn't mind, he doesn't mind, and..." I took my hand out of my pants pocket so that she could see how hard I was, "...I obviously don't mind." Her eyes bugged when she followed my gaze down to my pants. "Since I don't see how it is any business of yours, why don't you go and take care of your own darling husband?" "You are sick!" She stormed off just as my wife was returning to the table. "What was that about?" She looked worried. She still wasn't on very good terms with her sister after the last time they tangled. Not wanting to tell her that her family was watching her disapprovingly, I took the blame myself. "She noticed my boner when I stood up and I told her I wanted it to be the meat in a sister sandwich." She laughed, and hit me in the other shoulder, playfully. Sister-bomb defused. "Sit down," I said. "Have a drink." Every time my wife made a move the waiter was there was a fresh Scotch sour. I was pretty sure he was watching her, but I couldn't spot him at it. "No," she said a little too quickly, "I probably shouldn't." "Hmm? Why not?" We were in another DJ break, and instead of sitting and relaxing she was standing, sipping her drink, her eyes flitting around the room. "I don't want to be spotted," she whispered mysteriously. I was completely confused. She's a tall woman and even taller in high heels. How is standing supposed to make you harder to spot? When she saw my quizzical look, she leaned over and opened her clutch purse so I could see the contents. There, atop the lipstick, the compact and the room key, were her tiny, lacey black panties. A creamy wet spot obvious on the lining of the crotch. My dick almost burst through my pants. My prim and proper soccer mom and generally prudish Lutheran wife was naked under her skirt, probably because the bald man had asked her. For a moment I was stabbed with a jealous pang. She never had made the same concession to me, and I had pretty much begged for exactly the same thing on several occaisions. But then I realized that once one of her longstanding barriers had fallen, whether for him or for me, it should be that much weaker and easier to topple again in the future. Long after the stranger was gone from our lives, I would be the happy recipient of her future exhibitions. She winked. "See, if I sit down, I'll end up with a spot on my skirt." The DJ started shouting into the microphone announcing "booty grinding time", and a roar went up from the younger folks as he lowered the house lights and turned on the disco strobes. Most of the middle-aged partiers had left the party, or at least given up the dance floor to the college aged- crowd. With the rest of her family off on the other side of the crowd in the shadows, I saw my wife looking further emboldened by her ability to remain anonymous in a crowd. Her suitor was again approaching, a predatory look in his eye. I tried to make my own request of my gorgeous, precious lover as she took her new boyfriend's hand and waved to me on her way to the dance floor, "dance close to me so I can watch." She smiled and shrugged. I don't think she heard me. It didn't matter though, since by the time my wife and her partner made it to the dance floor it was already so full of gyrating twenty-somethings that she and the bald stranger had to pick a spot right on the edge close to my table. In no time at all, to the driving beat of Beyoncé's "Single Ladies" (apparently I should have put a ring on it), my wife was imitating the rest of the girls in the crowd and had backed her newly liberated bottom against the handsome stranger's bulge. The Wedding Reception Her dancing was smoldering, sensuous and filled with feminine power. It made the younger women all look a bit awkward and childish in their more desperate gyrations. Her performance was so seductive several of the men near her were ignoring their own dance partners to focus on my wife. It was lucky that the daggers of the other women's glares were merely metaphors, or my wife might have been seriously injured by their green-tinted envy. When one of the buckles came undone on her high heels and she took a spill onto the floor, a detached observer might have deduced that it was because of the awkward pressure she put on the shoe while grinding her beautiful bottom against the front of her partner's tented slacks. I was anything but a detached observer, and when I saw my wife fall to the dance floor in a heap as a result of the shoe malfunction, I had to carefully arrange my own considerable erection in my suit pants before I could spring to her aid. I arrived just in time to see her giggling about her predicament, apparently unhurt, but in her condition unable to stand without assistance. She reached up with both hands, one to me and one to her dance partner. As she wobbled to her feet her knees spread wide and her long skirt slipped high up on her thighs, ever so briefly providing visual proof to the bald man (and everyone behind us on the dance floor) that she was nude under her skirt. He was standing close enough to her to both see and smell her potent arousal. She didn't seem capable of putting weight on her ankle, so the two of us flanked her for support and led her back to a darkened corner table, far away from the noise and commotion of the dance floor. "I'm so sorry," the bald man looked crestfallen. "I'll leave you two alone. Thanks for dancing with me." He took her hand and kissed the back of it gently, holding it against his lips a little longer than customary. Actually, a lot longer than customary. The effect was more intimate and powerful than any of the illicit grinding that they had done in full public view. He apparently believed that the end of the dancing meant that his special evening with my delightful bride was also coming to an end. My wife eyes darted around to survey the scene and she seemed satisfied that there wasn't anyone else paying attention to us. She bit her lip and looked up at me questioningly. She seemed to want permission for something, though I was not sure what it might be. I gave her a slight nod, okaying whatever she had planned. I was hopeful it was far more intimate than a kiss on the back of the hand. She stopped him before he could turn to go. "Would you mind looking at my ankle? I think I twisted it and my husband is useless with medical stuff." She pulled the hem of her skirt up, just above her knees, and presented her long leg and potentially injured but otherwise perfectly shaped ankle to the man. The way her pretty toes wiggled in the sheer black stockings when he grasped it softly in both strong hands, I doubted anything was really wrong. The realization that she was toying with him, enticing him to touch her right here in my presence, thrilled me to the point of palpitations. He knelt before her. The same pose that a man might use to propose, or that a lucky garter catcher at a wedding reception uses to place the garter on the leg of the maiden who catches the bouquet. I stood behind him, positioned to see whatever he saw. He guided her foot gently to his raised knee. The skirt slid farther down her upstretched thigh, but not far enough yet to illuminate the treasure she had momentarily exposed only minutes earlier. She made no effort to secure the wayward fabric; her hands lay folded on her lap. He ran his fingers carefully up the instep of her foot across the sheer, cool fabric of the stockings. Her toes clenched as he cautiously probed the condition of her ankle. He looked like he might actually have some knowledge of what he was doing. "Seems fine," he said, looking up. "Very fine, in fact. You have great legs, and very sexy feet." She smiled at the compliment, blushing lightly. Mysteriously, she has never believed me when I extol the beauty of her feet and legs. I was so happy that he helped to bolster her confidence that I could have kissed him. Well, maybe not on the lips. He started to move like he was getting up to go. She stopped him again. "Would you mind? All that dancing in high heels is giving me a leg cramp. You have such nice hands, could you rub my calf a bit?" "It would be my pleasure." His hands moved smoothly up her ankle to her shapely calf muscle. Tenderly at first, then with more assertive pressure, he massaged her lower leg. "Mmm, oh, your hands feel so good." He was paying close attention to what he was doing and hadn't immediately noticed that she had gradually bunched the material of her skirt toward her hips. The tops of her stockings and a tantalizing margin of pale, soft thigh were now visible. Because of the dim lighting, the space between her thighs was still shrouded in darkness, though it was apparent from her musky, delectable fragrance that she was stirred by his sensual attentions. He looked up and I heard the sharp intake of breath as he beheld my wife's beautiful legs, almost all the way to the source of her feminine power. "Can you do the other one, please?" She lifted her other foot toward his raised knee, offering her other calf by placing it beside the one he had just finished massaging. He was kneeling close enough to her that she had to spread her legs slightly to position her feet together, and the skirt slid even farther up, displaying her creamy thighs all the way to her hip, and perilously close to fully exposing her womanly charms. Her movement probably would have left her pretty blonde muff completely exposed for his inspection except that a folded pleat draped itself accidentally across her sex. I could hear the blood rushing in my ears. My neck grew hot in my buttoned-up collar. My wife was practically spreading herself open in public for a man whose name we didn't even know. Except for the barest veil of fabric she would have been wonderfully naked to him. He took her other supple foot in her hands as I thrust my hand into my pocket to hide my hardness from onlookers. After all, I was standing, erect, and fully visible to curious eyes. What my wife and her dance partner were doing was all occurring behind a banquet table covered with a heavy tablecloth. It took all the self-restraint I could muster to keep from touching myself, because I knew I would have exploded at the merest squeeze, causing a stain on my pants that would have been impossible to hide. I watched as this man stroked and caress my wife's calf. His skilled touch must have been extraordinary, because she closed her eyes and sighed heavily in contented pleasure. As she did, her other foot slid off his knee, but not to the floor. Instead she trailed it slowly up the inside of his upper leg, the sheer black stockings noiselessly gliding up his trouser-leg, stretched taut over his well-muscled thighs. Now it was his turn to gasp as my wife's sweet toes grazed the head of his throbbing member. Without opening her eyes she guided the bottom of her foot up the thickness of his shaft until she was hefting his pendant balls ever so gently with the top of her instep, and tickling the pronounced head of his rod with her heel. He tried to continue delivering his massage, but all his focus was required to prevent his own premature eruption of pleasure. She looked up with a wicked expression, knowing the tension he was barely containing. "Thank you so much, you have a magical touch." My wife brought her feet down to the floor on either side of his bent knee, sitting up in her chair and sliding gradually forward. Her skirt rode high on her thighs, but the bothersome fold of concealing fabric stayed in place, continuing to hide what we both so much wanted to see. When she got to the edge of the chair I expected her to stop, to keep from falling off, or in her condition, at least to keep from falling over. Instead she reached forward with one hand and grabbed the stranger's tie to steady herself, and using the other to keep her skirt from sliding down over her legs, mounted his thigh like the smooth seat of a rocking horse, her naked sex pressed against him just above his knee. I know he could feel her heat and her wetness. She stared into his eyes for a moment, gently tipping forward and back on his strong leg, not for balance, but for pleasure. Her own knee was slanted down between his legs, pressing his cock against him. Under half-lidded eyes she whispered, "I'm sure he won't mind if I give you a kiss for all you've done for me tonight." She didn't wait for my approval, or his. She just pulled his tie forward and leaned down, grinding her sensitive clit against his twitching muscles. When their lips met, hers were already parted. Her tongue pressed against the back of her teeth, ready to slip out and taste his mouth as soon as his lips parted in return. Breathlessly she pressed her weight against him, her breasts crushed against his solid chest, her feet lifted off the floor in order to get the maximum pressure of her hungry pussy against his leg. As their tongues danced together in the extended kiss, and she rubbed herself passionately against his body, she seemed to lose track of her location, because her guttural sounds of pleasure went from a whisper to a growl. I positioned myself at her side to shield the two of them from view. As she reached her crashing climax she sobbed loudly in consummation. If it hadn't been for the raucous music thrumming out of the dance floor speakers, the entire room would have turned to see her collapse in exhausted contentment into the bald man's enfolding arms. She giggled like a silly schoolgirl as he gently guided her back into her chair, "ooh, I'm sorry, I made a spot." She pointed to the thigh of his trousers where she had left more than a spot. There was a creamy dark wetness that covered him from mid-thigh to just above his knee. He looked around the room cautiously, wondering as I had if anyone had seen or heard their unexpected tryst. No one had. "I have to get this cleaned up." He didn't sound upset, certainly not about the pants, just dejected that the interlude had to end. "Will I see you again," he asked hopefully. "We don't live around here," I explained ruefully, making it clear I was just as disappointed as he was. She was simply grinning at us both, and I thought I actually heard her purring. "Well, I can't thank you enough for letting me dance with your wife," he said as he started toward the restroom. "And he can't thank you enough for dancing with his wife," my bride interjected, giggling as she playfully poked the tip of my erection through my suit pants. She sighed heavily as she watched him walk away, and in a brief moment a waiter arrived (where had he been all the time before, I wondered?) with a fresh Scotch sour for her, a diet coke for me, and an evil grin for both of us. My wife took a couple of deep gulps, refreshing both her thirst and any reinvigorating the effects of the alcohol that she may have burned off by bringing herself to rapture on a stranger's knee. "Are you okay?" I was hoping she hadn't just drunk herself right through to the sleepy drunk or sick drunk stages. "Yeah...just got a little light headed there, don't know why," she said with a wicked, guilty smile. "You seemed to be having a good time...dancing with him. He certainly seemed to be enjoying it." She giggled and blushed. "I guess it was a bit obvious, huh? Nobody saw, did they?" She glanced over at her brother and sisters, niece and nephews. "I don't think anyone saw. Well, maybe the waiter." I looked over at my wife's clutch sitting on the table, and her lacey black panties were halfway out of the open purse for anyone to see. She blushed more deeply. "You think the waiter saw what we did? You don't think he saw my pussy?" she said a little too loudly, noticing suddenly that her skirt was askew. She very nearly showed her blonde honey pot to anyone who might be looking as she fumbled to modestly rearrange it. I shook my head in false assurance. Actually I was pretty sure he must have seen everything, since he appeared so serendipitously with a fresh drink at the merest pause in the action. She had a dreamy look in her eyes again. "I...I just wanted to feel that man against me. He moved so well. Just wanted to touch him. You're not angry are you, baby? You always fantasized about that. Was it okay to let your fantasy come true just a little bit?" She seemed really concerned that she may have taken our little game too far. Now that it had occurred, she was worried that my deepest fantasies, the dream scenarios I had always told her would arouse me would have made me angry in reality. "No, I'm not angry. I'm so amazed by you. That was the most thrilling display of your beauty and sexuality. I love you so much right now, I could simply melt into you," I whispered into her ear as she held my hand. I guided the back of her fingers to touch my stiffness through my pants. "Let's go up to the room and make proper use of this big, hard problem you gave me." My wife gave my hand a squeeze and smiled her answer. "I need to make a trip to the bathroom first," she said slipping her shoes back on. Between the heels and the drinks, she was still a little unsteady in her tipsy condition. I helped guide her to the door of the powder room, and as I stood and waited, an irrepressible Cheshire grin across my face, the bald man emerged unexpectedly from the men's room. He saw me and walked over with a conspiratorial look. "Your wife is amazing. Really amazing. You're such a goddamned lucky son of a bitch." "I think she really likes you, too" laughing at my own egregious understatement. Another plan hatched in my head. I didn't want to press my luck, since the night already had presented me with the most fantastic gift I could ever have wanted. But even without taking a drink my own body was intoxicated with lust and passion. I was addicted to the feeling, and didn't want it to stop. Taking a deep breath, I plunged in. "Do you want to see more?" "Oh my god, yes!" "I can't promise anything," I said, taking my hotel room key card out of my pocket. "She's always been adamant that she won't do anything with other people. But I think she crossed a boundary tonight, and if you are willing to give it a try, at least maybe you can see her completely naked, maybe more." I pressed the key card into his hand. "Room 340, get in the closet...the door doesn't close all the way. If nothing else, you'll get to see me put her to bed, and then once she's asleep you can slip out of the room with a few more nice memories." "I can't believe it. This is awesome!" I thought he was going to kiss me (that would have been awkward), but instead he hustled up the hall to the elevators and disappeared. It took me over a half hour to get back to our room. My wife's older sister stopped us to confront my wife with a slanderous story she overheard from our waiter. She was always more of a prude than the rest of the family, and was pressing her self-appointed job of morality police a bit too far. Damn Lutherans! It took a bit of convincing, but she didn't really want to believe the outrageous accusations she had overheard, and since nobody else in the family witnessed anything really, she finally was satisfied and allowed us to get back to our room. When we entered, the bald man was nowhere to be seen, but my card key was on the dresser, which either meant that things were going exactly as planned, or he had given up and left. I decided to act like he was there. Even if he wasn't, it would be a lot of fun to imagine that he was until I found out otherwise. I stood my wife up at the foot of the bed, with her facing the closet behind me and with the bed behind her. Without a word I lifted off her blouse as she raised her arms. She tried to kiss me but I demurred, putting a finger to her pouty, full lips. Silently I started smoothing her long hair and positioning her like a posable doll, initiating a favorite bedroom game that she immediately recognized, where she had to stay silently in any position I desired. Her perfect tits were half exposed already by the demi-cup bra, erect nipples proudly confirming her continued state of arousal. She knew the game, keeping still and and quiet as I stretched her arms straight out and unhooked the back of her bra, letting the strapless garment drop at her feet. I stepped to the side knowing that, if my wife's new boyfriend were in the closet as I imagined, he would see her in all her topless glory. I knelt behind her on the bed and brought her arms down to the small of her back, wrists together so that she was jutting out her firm breasts toward the secret viewer. I pulled her hair gently but deliberately, making her head tilt upward slightly toward the ceiling. I brought my hand down over her eyes, closing the lids. She was such a good wife, such a perfect and obedient love-doll. Whenever she was inebriated my perfect little mother of three and model housewife liked to have her nipples tortured. She often enjoyed it at other times, but she always enjoyed it when she had been drinking. I reached around from behind and took both erect buds firmly between my thumbs and the middle joints of my pointer fingers. She knew what was coming and gasped. "Shhh," I insisted with my lips grazing her earlobe, as I started to gradually increase the pressure. With my chin on her shoulder I studied the opening of the closet door for a sign of my special guest, but could see nothing to confirm or deny his presence. I imagined him in there, stroking his stiffness silently in the dark as I tightened my grip. My wife typically encouraged me to pinch her harder than I felt comfortable doing. Since I didn't want her to urge me on verbally, I pushed myself beyond my normal limits, knowing she could object if I went too far. She didn't. Instead her breath came faster and I could feel her getting more excited. I told my little love-doll to hold still and I pulled her nipples away from her chest firmly, toward the stranger in the closet. She couldn't help but gasp with the mix of pain and pleasure. I shushed her again. I knew her mouth would be watering. Usually, when I pinched her this hard, what my wife enjoyed most of all was for me to force her to her knees and make her suck my cock. She would orally pleasure me as I pulled and twisted, and she would work her fingers between her legs until she came. Then she would reach up and take my hardness out of her mouth, and stroke me until I spurted my warm cream all over her tender breasts. But I had other plans tonight, so I released her. She whimpered quietly in disappointment, but I ignored her. This wasn't about pleasing her right now, this was about exposing her, displaying her like an object of erotic art, to our silent observer. She kept her hands behind her back, as though I had bound them together. Observing the rules of our game she gave her no freedom to do anything but whimper, and even that was a violation. I reached down to the waist of her skirt, deftly unclipping it and lowering the zipper. I let it slide down slowly, and could feel her quivering under my touch as the skirt revealed the perfect globes of her ass to my view, and the golden warm fur of her pussy to our voyeur's inspection. I had her step out of her skirt. All she wore now were the high heeled sandals, sheer black stockings and garter belt that held the stockings up on her long, beautiful legs. Still behind her, but now seated on the bed, I parted her legs to give me better access to the wonders between them. Her hands were in the way of my access to her backside, so I placed them up behind her head with her fingers interlaced as though I were placing my divine love-doll under arrest. The Wedding Reception The sight must have been exquisite for our watcher, a beautiful woman practically naked and submitting herself to the most intimate sexual inspection by her husband. With one hand I reached around in front of her and spread her honeyed lips. She was still sopping and sensitive from rubbing herself to climax on his knee, so my fingers parted her thin, delicate vulva easily and my middle finger slid past her clit and into her hot opening without resistance. At the same time, I pressed the thumb of my other hand between her cheeks, against the tight threshold to her forbidden entrance. My wife's other sexual secret, more taboo than her enjoyment of nipple torture, was that she loved me to tease, kiss, lick and fuck her lovely ass. It was such a guilty pleasure that she often didn't seem to even want to admit it to herself, positioning herself during passionate moments to encourage such stimulation, but apologizing to me afterward. She never had anything to apologize about. I loved pleasing her in any way she wanted, regardless of what others might consider acceptable. I slid my thumb inside, the whole area having been thoroughly lubricated by her earlier adventures. She moaned in pleasure, the sensation overcoming her observance of the rules of our game. Twisting my fingers inside her encouraged more prohibited noises, but still she held her pose on quivering legs. I had to display her more, open her up to him; let him see her in all her glory. Withdrawing my fingers and turning her around, I pushed her nearly naked body face down on the soft bed so that her legs and ass were facing the closet where our new lover was hiding. Arching her back and spreading her legs, with her knees bent and pretty feet in the air above her, I gave him an unobstructed image of her most intimate places. I slid her arms under her body, and positioned her fingers between her thighs, holding her slippery lips apart for the stranger's secret gaze. Moving to the head of the bed, I leaned over and whispered to her, granting her release from the rules of our love-doll game. She was now free to speak, and open her eyes, but I asked her to maintain her position as I quickly stripped. She watched my cock spring free of my pants and smiled gently as she fantasized about all the fun we were about to have. Another wicked idea sprang go mind, and I opened the nightstand drawer and reached into our "goodie bag" to grab her favorite dildo and a bottle of lube. She smiled again, asking in mock dismay, "Just what do you plan to do with that?" "He'll be joining us tonight," I replied, stroking the long shaft of the sex toy and personifying it. I kissed my way down from her graceful neck, down her back, across her arched bottom, pausing for a probing little lick of the puckered spot between her cheeks, and then down her legs as she purred and moaned softly. When I reached her feet I slipped off her shoes, and planted light kisses on her feet as I thoroughly lubed the stand-in phallus. Spreading her a little more I knelt between her legs and brought the head of the lubed dildo to the entrance of her wet pussy, which she still had been caressing gently since I placed her fingers there. "Hmmm..." she objected weakly as I prepared to push it inside. "No?" I started to worry that she was going into sleepy phase, and the moment of passion had passed. She turned her face toward me and with a naughty smile, tilted her hips to position the favorite love toy at her backdoor instead. "Oh, there...I want him in my ass, deep in my ass, while I suck you in my mouth." I was relieved that she still wanted to play, and trembling at the idea that she called the dildo "him" and not "it". She was playing out the same fantasy I was. I gently pressed the dong past the initial ring of resistance and slid it deep inside my wife. She gasped in pleasure as I firmly pressed it to full depth, and positioned her hands to hold in in place. After kissing and licking my way back from her bottom to her neck, I turned to face my wife's outstretched form, and the naked stranger that I imagined in the closet. I sat a few inches from her, spreading my legs on either side, close enough that my erection brushed against her cheek leaving a smear of clear fluid as a sign of my profound arousal. From this vantage I could see the closet door, slightly ajar, and I thrilled to the idea that my wife's dance partner was watching us perform, with a perfect view up between her squirming, lovely legs. She wrapped her lips around my fat cock and started to gently suck the tip. It was almost too much, I couldn't grant myself release that soon, so I regretfully pulled back and offered my dangling balls to her loving lips instead. She knew that I wanted to prolong the pleasure and pouted at me playfully before devoting herself to kissing and licking my sensitive family jewels. "You really liked dancing with him, didn't you?" She hummed in agreement as she took my left nut fully into her warm, wet mouth and sucked it gently. I could tell she was pleasuring herself by letting the dildo slide gradually out and working her fingers across her pussy by the way she was wiggling as I whispered my fantasy. "You were so gorgeous, so beautiful. He couldn't keep his eyes off you...he had been watching you all night, you know." She grunted, driving the dildo back inside her to the hilt. "God, you were so sexy, dancing with him. It got me so excited to see him pressed against you on the dance floor. All the other women were jealous. They all wanted him, but you were the sexy nymph that entranced him, and kept him all for yourself." She hummed more vigorously in agreement. "I looked at his cock when we were in the men's room...it was all veiny and thick, just like your favorite pictures. Just like that cock in your ass." She made a yummy noise. "When you were riding his knee in the ballroom I kept thinking of him letting that big snake out of his pants, and sliding it deep inside you." She grunted hard as she jammed the dildo in deep once more. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, my little secret slut? You'd like me to present you, naked and wet, to the stranger you danced with. You'd like to make me watch, wouldn't you? Watch the two of you, naked and sweating, as he passionately fucks you over and over again, makes you cum properly with his hot shaft buried deep inside?" She emphatically hummed yes, this time with my right nut nestled carefully in her mouth, her eyes pleading with me, it seemed, to make it all come true. Outside her field of vision I motioned toward the closet door, hoping he would really be there after all this time of me imagining his quiet voyeurism. Hoping he would emerge to seize the moment, and take my wife ardently as I watched. When the door silently slid open and the stranger appeared, naked and throbbing, I was gripped with the most overwhelming, erotic panic of jealousy and lust. His body was a sculpted mass of well-defined muscles. His cock and balls were shaven and the shaft was glistening hard, probably from the generous coating of his own fluids as he silently stroked himself in hiding. A shining thread of longing was dangling precariously from the tip. His manhood looked enormous, and thick, thicker than I imagined it would have been. I worried for the briefest moment that he would spoil her so much with that godly tool that she would no lose her desire for me. He padded silently to the foot of the bed, where I had left the lube, and applied a generous handful, coating his impressive pole from tip to base. I looked into her pleading eyes, and toyed with her. "I couldn't hear you, would you want that muscled hunk of a man you danced with to fuck you, slide his thick, hard cock in and out of your slutty little body? Do you want him to use you like a whore right in front of your husband, emptying his balls inside your hot, tight cunt?" She slipped my nut out of her mouth and hissed a desperately whispered "Yessss." I rubbed my shaft across my wife's pretty face as she drooled on my sack, heavy with the seeds of my lust. "Would you like to be fucked by your Adonis while you suck your husband's cock? Would you like us both to fuck you at once, until you beg us to stop?" She gasped, so filled with need she almost couldn't speak, "No...I'd love it. I need him, need you...god I need you both so much." "Good, because he's here, right behind you." My gorgeous blonde wife looked into her husband's eyes with a wicked grin. "I know; I've known all along. I smelled his scent as soon as we got into the room." She turned her face toward the bald stranger as he mounted the bed between her legs, and gasped at the ideal specimen of masculine power as he guided himself toward her pussy. She covered her femininity with her long delicate fingers and with a squeeze, pushed the slippery dildo all the way out. "In my ass...please fuck me in the ass?" She begged him. How could he deny her? He tossed the silicone phallus out of the way and positioned his own fat cockhead at her gaping, grasping opening. She had been prepared for him, but as he slowly lowered his weight into her, letting her feel the full length and thickness of his powerful tool, she still felt filled in a way she had never before experienced. The stranger licked her stocking feet as he slowly withdrew to the very tip, and then reversed to begin his second, excruciatingly slow penetration. She was overwhelmed, yet greedy. Looking back into my eyes as I marveled at the sight of her being taken, she whispered urgently, "In my mouth, I need you!" I slid the tip of my own turgid cock past her hungry lips, and she swallowed it immediately down to the base. His thrusts were more urgent now, more powerful, and he drove her forward onto my aching shaft. It was as though I was part of her, my body an extension of hers, my mind melded with my wife's senses. I was feeling her pleasure through her touch, joining in her surrender to a handsome stranger. The feeling was exhilarating, too much for me to contain, and I gave in to the crashing, throbbing power of my own orgasm, pumping my seed directly down my lovely bride's throat. My release unchained hers, and she bucked and thrashed into his mighty lunges, demanding his fleshy spear even deeper inside as she stiffened in the rigor of a shattering climax. Like a crackling charge of sexual electricity her summit brought our stranger to his own shuddering end. He cried out in a full-throated roar of conquest as he emptied his essence deep inside my wife's gently quivering form. For a long time there was near perfect silence, the sound of our ragged breath the only flaw. He lay on top of her, and my wife's head was in my lap. After some time she spoke quietly. "Stay with us, tonight?" "It would be my pleasure." The Wedding Reception (Harder) The hall had quieted down. The dj was playing something nice and soft and couples were clinging to each other on the dance floor. The bride and groom were still at the head table, whispering to each other, glowing still. I had watched them throughout the night, stealing glances at each other, waiting for it to end. I watched their anticipation grow as the night grew. I watched them as they tried to avoid staring at each other, as they tried to avoid touching, afraid they couldn't stop once they did. I wondered how long that would last. I looked at Mouse laughing at another table, laughing at what one of the guys said, flirting with her eyes, her voice. Her black dress revealed her softness, and as she wished, making her the desire of every man at the table and probably the desire of many of the women. She must have felt me staring because she turned to look at me, flashing a smile that showed she relished the attention. Some of her friends looked my way and waved. I gave a small wave back and took a sip of my drink. I hardly knew them and from Mouse's look, she wanted me to stay away - probably too many old boyfriends. I sipped my drink slowly, watching the men laugh with her, eyeing her. I couldn't hear what she said. It was just a soft tinkling, a shimmering sound drawing in those around her. Then I couldn't bear it any longer. I downed the rest of my drink and walked over. She saw me walking over and gave me her cheek for a quick peck. I saw a quick flash of disapproval in her eyes. After being introduced to her friends, I sat there, listening to their stories of her past, all of them bawdy. She wasn't embarrassed, but laughed heartily at the tales. We sat there, her voice, her movements, her looks all weaving a spell, spreading a pool of desire. New people would come, be introduced, and would be drawn into that pool. I sat there, not wanting them to want her, but they did. When the reception was finally over, I was glad to rush the good-byes and handshakes and leave. It was a long drive home, and she still had her energy. She had the radio on and was singing just a little loudly and off-key. She was happy. I hadn't tried to stop her flirting by being husbandly and wrapping myself around her. As I closed the door to our house, I looked at her walk towards the sofa and had a sudden thought of the bride and groom. He's probably in her by now and I envisioned her legs wrapped around his back. I saw his thrusting. I saw her wetness glistening her thighs, her ass. I walked behind Mouse and grabbed her around the waist, holding her tight. She made a small movement of initial resistance, and then let me. "I bet right now the bride is being fucked like the whore she is," I softly said. The side of her mouth dropped a little in a small frown. "She's a nice girl," Mouse said. "Even if she isn't, she can't be as bad a flirt as you. More than a flirt, you're a little whore. I saw you wanting to sleep with everyone there." She was silent. I squeezed her breasts through the dress then started on the buttons. Her hand moved up to stop me. "No," she said. "Please don't." I brushed her hand away, finished unbuttoning, and pushed her bra cups down so her breasts were free. I felt the smoothness of her skin and the bump of the nipple. I roughly fondled her breasts, kneading them, pinching her nipples, pulling on them. "Please, no." "Listen, you little slut, you're just a whore and whores just take it." My other hand reached down, lifted up the hem of her skirt and felt her smooth thighs. I moved to feel her panties and cupped my hand on her mound over them, feeling a soft strip of hair. I moved my fingers along her slit, roughly rubbing it back and forth, feeling her clit through the cloth. The bottom of her panties were bunched in a little strip now and I pushed it into her slit shoving a finger in with them, feeling her moistness just beginning, getting the material damp. I pulled on the panties to get the material out and put my finger back in her and began to finger fuck her. First one, then two fingers. I pushed them in hard and moved them out fast, tearing into her, rubbing her clit at the same time. She shifted a little to open her legs wider. My other hand was holding onto her breasts still, pulling on them, crushing them with my hand. Her eyes were shut and she let out another "No, please." Her nipples were hard now though and I continued to pull on them, pulling as far out as I could. Her lips parted in the beginning of a moan, but she stopped it from coming out. I took my fingers out of her cunt and wiped them along her mouth. "Smell yourself, you bitch. Taste yourself." She tried to move her head aside, but I held her head still. My fingers were covered with her juices and I could smell it. I pushed my fingers into her mouth and whispered into her ear, "Clean them before they fuck you again." When she had sucked her juices off of my fingers, I felt her slit again. This time I slowly moved along the folds, lightly touched her clit, getting a soft moan from her. "You wanted to be a whore tonight, didn't you? A little fuck toy." "No, please don't say that." I slowly slid two fingers into her pussy and slowly pulled them out. "Please." There was a trace of need in her voice. "Please, you want me to stop?" "No, put them in." I slide them into her again. "Then tell me you're a whore." "Please, no, don't make me say that." I started to pull them out again. "Nooooo." "No?" I asked. "No, wait, yes. Yes," she moaned. As I pushed back in and slowly fucked her. I heard her wetness, and felt the stickiness on her thighs. My other hand pulled harder on her nipple. "Yes what?" I taunted. I didn't wait for her to answer, but bent her over, letting her hands reach out to the armrest to hold her up. I bunched the bottom of her dress around her waist and pulled her panties down to just above her knees. I used my legs to spread hers a little, but just a little because her legs were trapped by her panties. I unbuckled, then unzipped my pants, pulling them down so my cock was free. I shrugged off my jacket, undid, and yanked off my tie before unbuttoning my shirt so it spread open across my chest. I leaned forward and my cock rubbed against her slit. I held it and guided myself in her just a little way, just the head, and she softly moaned. I pulled it out and rubbed it against her slit again. "Yes what?" I asked again. She moaned, "You bastard." I pushed it all the way in and held it deep inside her. "Please," she said in a low voice. I pulled my cock out and rubbed her slit with it again, my cock wet with her juices. "Oh, God, please. Please." "No please will help. Tell me what you are," I said as I kept rubbing my cock along her slit, sometimes sliding in and giving a few slow fucks before pulling it out again. "Oh, God, I'm a. . . I'm a whore." I pushed hard and my cock entered her deep. I pulled back out fast then pushed in hard again - a hard fuck, fucking her hard. My balls were slapping against her, wet from her. "You wanted to fuck everyone there, didn't you?" The thought made me fuck her even harder. I wanted to shove my cock deep in her. I wanted it to fill her. She was moaning. "Yes, everyone. I wanted to fuck everyone." I jerked up one of her arms, pinning it behind her back and she had only the one arm to help her keep her balance. Her body was pushed forward every time I shoved my cock in and I pulled on her arm to pull her back. Her eyes were closed and her mouth half opened. "Like a whore," she gasped. Her moans started to become louder. A small blush covered her face and she started moving against me, trying to get more of my cock. The mouth opened a little wider, a loud moan, and there was a trembling. "Oh, God. Oh, fuck. I'm cummming," and she let out a small scream. I kept on fucking her hard, still pinning her arm. I looked down to see my cock, glistening, in her. I looked at her, eyes still closed, giving out small moans. My cock began to tingle and I felt a surge go through it as I came in her. Another surge and another. I stood there out of breath before I could slowly take my cock out. It was sticky with our juices. I helped her back up and pulled her panties completely off then turned her towards me, kissing her, our mouths parted. The kiss was filled with desire still. I looked at her, at the large blue eyes, the soft brown hair, then took her hand. "Where are we going?" she asked. "To finish our honeymoon," I said. I love you, Mouse. The Wedding Reception (Softer) The hall had quieted down. The dj was playing something nice and soft and couples were clinging to each other on the dance floor. The bride and groom were still at the head table, whispering to each other, glowing still. I had fun watching them throughout the night, stealing glances at each other, waiting for it to end. I watched their anticipation grow as the night grew. I watched them as they tried to avoid staring at each other, as they tried to avoid touching, afraid they couldn't stop once they did. I looked at Mouse laughing over what one of her friends said. The simple black dress she wore she made elegant. When she leaned forward I watched the soft sweep of her brown hair cover part of her face. I felt an urge to go and brush her hair back and to kiss her. She turned to look at me as if she knew what I was thinking and smiled. I smiled back and gave a small wave. Her friends waved too and beckoned me to go over, but I knew Mouse hadn't seen them for a long time and wanted to catch up. I didn't know them that well and wanted to know them better, but later. Let her have her time with them first. I mouthed a "later" and took a sip of my drink. I sipped it slowly and watched her, animated when she talked, her eyes alive. Then I couldn't bear to be away from her any longer, downed the rest of my drink and walked over. She got up and gave me a hug, whispering "About time. I missed you" in my ear. We sat there laughing as her friends told me stories of her past, embarrassing her. Some of the stories I knew and some of them I didn't and when I didn't I'd pretend a shocked look as if that couldn't be my Mouse. To pay them back, I told them some of the embarrassing things I did, swearing them all to eternal secrecy before I did. The time went too quickly and it was soon time to leave. We lingered as long as we could in the hallway and promised we'd try to get together again. Even though we lived quite a distance, we said that wasn't an excuse and to prove it, made plans for two weeks away. It was a long drive home, but it seemed to speed by. We were both so happy and excited from the night. She had the radio on and was singing just a little loudly and off-key. I beat time on the steering wheel to accompany her until we got home when we quieted down so as not to wake our neighbors. As I closed the door to our house, I looked at her walk towards the sofa and had a sudden thought of the bride and groom. He's probably in her by now and I envisioned her legs wrapped around his back. I saw his thrusting. I saw her wetness glistening her thighs, her ass. I walked behind Mouse and put my arms around her, hugging her tight, leaving a soft kiss on her neck. "Remember our wedding night?" I asked. The side of her mouth lifted a little in a slight smile. "You mean that night when you were got so drunk you flopped onto the bed and fell asleep fully dressed? I've always meant to ask, wasn't it a little uncomfortable sleeping in your tuxedo?" "So who made you do all that moaning that night?" I barely got it out, trying to control my laughter. "I'm pretty good at pleasing myself. It was a pretty good wedding night experience considering I was alone," she answered. I smiled and couldn't resist any longer. I kissed the sided of her neck and undid the top buttons to her dress, pushing her bra cups down so her breasts were free. Her nipples were nice and soft, but I didn't want them to stay that way. I rubbed them gently, feeling their softness while kissing the side of her lips, kissing that little smile. "Does this bring any memories?" I asked. "At least there isn't any drunken fumbling this time." My other hand reached down, lifted up the hem of her skirt and felt her smooth thighs. I moved to feel her panties and cupped my hand on her mound over them, feeling a soft strip of hair. I moved my fingers along her slit, rubbing it back and forth, feeling her clit through the cloth. The bottom of her panties were bunched in a little strip now and I pushed it into her slit moving a finger in with them, feeling her moistness just beginning, getting the material damp. I moved my finger out and rubbed her clit. My other hand was holding onto her breasts still, gently squeezing them, pulling on a nipple, holding her up as she started a small moan and as her legs began to weaken. Her nipples were hard now and I gently tweaked them. "You're doing much better than that night," she whispered, clutching onto my hand, guiding it along her slit, along her clit, making my motion harder. I bent her over and her hands reached out to the armrest to hold her up. I bunched the bottom of her dress around her waist and pulled her panties down to just above her knees. I used my legs to spread hers a little, but just a little because her legs were trapped by her panties. I unbuckled, then unzipped my pants, pulling them down so my cock was free. I shrugged off my jacket, undid, and yanked off my tie before unbuttoning my shirt so it spread open across my chest. I leaned forward and my cock rubbed against her slit. I held it and guided myself in her just a little way, just the head and she softly moaned. I pulled it out and rubbed it against her slit again. "Noooo," she moaned, "You bastard." I pushed it all the way in and held it deep inside her. "Please," she said in a low voice. I pulled my cock out and rubbed her slit with it again, my cock wet with her juices. "Oh, God, please. Don't tease me. Fuck me." I slid my cock into her again, slowly, smoothly and began to fuck her, slowly, smoothly. My balls were wet from her. I pulled on one of her arms slowly, giving her time to keep her balance. I slid my hand down her arm to her hand and spread her fingers so they formed a vee. I moved her hand up to her pussy so that my cock was in between that vee. I wanted her to feel her cunt and my cock in her cunt. "Feel my cock fucking you, love," I said, voice hoarse and her vee tightened around my cock. A slow fuck. I wanted it to last forever. I wanted to keep my cock always in her, feeling that wonderful wetness. I wanted her moans to stay in the air so I could always hear them. I wanted to hear the sound of the wetness of her pussy always in my head. Her moans became louder. Her head turned to the side resting on the chair arm, her eyes shut, her mouth partially opened. A small blush covered her face and she started moving against me, trying to get more of my cock. The mouth opened a little wider with a loud moan and there was a trembling. "Oh, God, love. Oh, fuck. I'm cummming." I kept on fucking her, but a little faster now. Her hand moved to steady herself. I looked down to see my cock, glistening, in her. I looked at her, eyes still closed, giving out small moans. My cock began to tingle and I felt a surge go through it as I came in her. Another surge and another. I stood there out of breath before I could slowly take my cock out. It was sticky with our juices. I helped her back up and pulled her panties completely off then turned her towards me, kissing her, our mouths parted. The kiss was filled with desire still. I looked at her, at the large blue eyes, the soft brown hair, then took her hand. "Where are we going?" she asked. "To finish our honeymoon," I said. I love you, Mouse.