The Wedding

Sally sat alone in the ballroom of a large expensive hotel. She was there to attend the wedding of Mandy and Paul, the couple she had met on holiday the previous year.
Suddenly a guy approached her. He introduced himself as Mike, Paul’s brother and the best man. He asked if she would like to dance.
"I don't dance" she replied.
Mike walked away and started to dance with women of different ages from the little children running around to the elderly ladies.
He was a great mover and he knew it.
The DJ announced the final tune and Mike made a beeline for Sally.
Taking hold of her hand and gently pull her onto the dance floor. He lifted her arms up and put them around his neck then grabbed her bottom pulling her tight against him. She could smell his heady cologne and feel the heat of his body.
They stood there slowly rocking to the beat of the last waltz. Mike lightly nibbled her earlobe, sending sparks right down Sally's spine right to her most intermate parts.
The tune stopped at the lights came up. Sally looked at Mike and kissed him. Mike in reply whispered in her ear would she like to go up to his room? Sally flashed her eyes and nodded.

In his room, Mike kicked off his shoes and removed his sweat-stained shirt revealing his well-toned body. Sally unzipped her dress and let it fall from her body. Her full breasts and sharply body came into view making Mike take a sharp breath. They removed their underwear and Sally pushed Mike onto the bed and straddled him reaching between them and placed his manhood against the entrance to her body.
She pushed down on it letting out a gasp as he filled her sex to its limits. This was about the release, there wasn't any passion just raw sex. Their coupling lasted a few minutes such was the sexual tension each of them felt.
They lay there fighting for breath, the deed done. They fell asleep as they were, entwined in each other's limbs.
If this is dancing, then I like it Sally thought as she slowly drifted into a deeply satisfying sleep.

Sally awoke just as the dawn was breaking. She looked at the guy laying, naked on the bed next to her, still in deep sleep.
She slowly eased herself off the bed, collected her garments, shoes and bag went into the bathroom where she turned on the light above the mirror so she didn’t wake him.
She used the toilet then stood and looked at herself in the mirror.
You dirty slut she thought. Having it away with the best man. It didn’t last long but it was good she mused as she gave herself a quick wash, making sure her bits were clean.
She applied fresh lips gloss and eye shadow then dressed but leaving her shoes off until she left the room.

Outside she went looking for a drink of tea or coffee and found it was being served in the bar. As she walked in, she noticed Paul sat at the bar drinking espresso.
Mandy was nowhere to be seen. It was just after 7 am so she was probably still sleeping.
“Morning,” she said. “You are up early, I thought that you and Mandy would be exhausted after a night of passion.”
“I wwish” he replied. “She was too drunk and fell asleep as soon as her head touched the ppillow”
“Couldn’t you sleep either,” Paul asked?
“I was going home but I was enjoying myself so much and when the last dance was called I danced with a nice guy then everything finished.” I couldn’t get a train home so I crashed out on one of the armchairs in the lounge.
“You must be tired then,” he said. “Just wait there a moment,” and he left.

Sally ordered a tea which was on the house or whoever was picking up the bill for this bash she thought.

Paul returned with a room key.
“Here, take this and have a lie down for a few hours because we don’t need to vacate until 2 pm,” he said.
“Thank you,” Sally said. She remembered Paul and Mandy on the holiday as how full his swimming trunks were.
“You must be ffrustrated” Sally said, “not being able to consummate your wedding?”
“We abstained for a month so last night would be special,” he said with a hint of sadness in his voice.
“Well, I could relieve some of that frustration for you if you want me to,” she continued.
He looked at her, his eyes wide open.
“My lips are sealed,” Sally whispered “and I won’t tell if you don’t,” rubbing her hand on his thigh close to his crotch.
Paul let out a defeated sigh and stood up. Sally noticed the large bulge forming at the front of his trousers and whispered, “let’s hurry.”

They went up to the first-floor room via the stairs as not to attract attention.
Paul opened the door and Sally entered with Paul close behind.
“Just a minute,” Sally said then put the “do not disturb” sign on the handle outside the room then locked the door.

Paul had moved and was stood near the bed watching her as she kicked off her shoes and then walked towards him, unzipping her dress and letting it fall to the floor. He let out a low whistle, what a body he thought to himself.
She helped him remove his shirt then she undid his trousers and let them fall down his legs. She pushed him to the bed and bent down to pull his boxer short down.
It’s a lot bigger than I imagined, she said under her breath and pushed him so he fell backwards onto the bed.
She removed his shoes and socks then pulled his trousers and boxers off his legs.
Paul was in a slight state of shock. Here he was lying on a bed, naked and a woman he hardly knew was kneeling between his legs looking at his stiff cock while his new wife lay in bed asleep 3 floors above them.
He felt her grip his manhood with her soft hands and draw his foreskin back.
Mandy would never do this he thought as he felt her lips slowly engulf the end of his cock. Her mouth was warm and wet and her tongue danced over his glands like a butterfly skipping from one flower to the next.
She slowly but firmly slid her mouth down his shaft until she touched his balls with her chin. This was largest cock she had ever swallowed she thought, feeling pleased with herself.
Paul looked down his body and was amazed to she this remarkable woman had taken the full length of his cock in her mouth and was now using her throat muscles to take him to a climax.
Before he had a chance to explode down her throat she pulled her mouth off him and removed her soaking panties. Sally stood up and wrapped her panties around his throbbing cock making sure the wet gusset was touching his very swollen glands. She then got on the bed and slowly crawled to the top where she rested her shoulders against the headboard and spread her legs.
Paul had the perfect view of her moist vagina that she was holding open to him. It was red, just like her lipstick and very inviting.
Mandy would never do this he thought.
He moved onto the bed and slid up between her legs, planting a kiss on her pussy. Sally let out a soft moan and moved her hands so she was now playing with her hard nipples.
Paul licked between her moist petals until he found her trigger and flicked his tongue across it.

Sally jumped and wrapped her legs around his head. Her warm thighs gently pressing against his ears.
She was very moist, Paul thought not like Mandy.
Sally gently ran her fingers through his hair, knowing that he might be tasting some of his best man’s cum from earlier. That turned her on even more.

“Come up here babe,” she whispered. Paul didn’t need to be asked twice and gently pulled her legs off his head and licked his way up her hot body.
They kissed and licked each others faces until Sally said, “let’s try something different,” and gently slid from under him.
She turned over and raised herself onto her knees. She gently pulled her buttocks apart, exposing her wrinkled butt hole to him.

Is she asking me to fuck her arse Paul thought and when she placed a middle finger against it he was in no doubt? He had never done anal sex before but had often fantasies about it but he knew Mandy would never agree to do it. Too dirty she would probably say.
He leant forward and kissed her puckered hole then spit on it.
He lined the head of his cock with the wrinkled hole, thinking that his cock would never go in there.

He pushed gently and Sally shout,” push harder babe to open me up.”
He did and suddenly she opened like a flower in sunlight.
Christ, she is tight he thought so he gently slid in and out but not too much to damage her.
“Are you fucking me or doing press-ups,” she asked? “Give it some welly Paul,” she ordered.
He grabbed her hips and started pounding her arsehole. It gripped like a glove but it felt so good.
Sally had never experience a cock of this size before, it was going further into her body than any other had but it was fantastic.

She could feel his balls slapping against her wet pussy making a slight splashing sound but soon she felt his cock expand and his hot cum filling her bowels.
She wasn’t fucking ready she thought. Just like the best man, leaving her in the air with no real orgasm.

Paul withdrew from her back passage and went to the bathroom, presumably to clean up while Sally lay there, her back passage full of his cum and a pussy that needed fucking and soon.

Paul emerged from the bathroom. His cock swinging between his legs. It looked quite red and sore.
“Let me kiss it better for you babe,” she said.
“I'd rather you didn’t, I must go and check on Mandy,” Paul replied.
“Okay, fine,” Sally said but in her mind, she was thinking selfish bastard, got what he wanted and now runs away to his wife no thought of how I feel. I hope you have a wonderful life together she added.

He dressed and left the room, not even a kiss she thought.

Sally slid off the bed and shuffled her way to the bathroom hoping that none of Pauls secretions leaked from her backside.
She stepped into the shower to let nature take its course while she emptied her bladder. She loved having a pee in the shower ever since she was a little girl. Not having to sit on a cold seat.

Sally showered quickly and applied red lip gloss and pale blue eye shadow. She dressed but left her underwear off because she thought it was too dirty to wear again.

She collected the used towels and her bag and left the room putting the ‘do not disturb’ sign on the the door.
She place the towels by the door and went down the stairs where she was met by the aroma of breakfast.
I could do with some food she said to herself and followed the smell to the restaurant.

She entered and noticed there were only two other people in the room, two middle-aged men sat at a table near the windows.
“Would you care to join us,” one of the men said.
“It would be nice to be joined by such a beautiful young lady this early in the morning,” the other said.

“Sure,” Sally said and walked to their table.
They stood up and introduced themselves as Stan, the groom’s father and Ken, the bride’s father.

Stan was slightly more portly than Ken and she guessed they were in their late 50s, early 60s. They both had receeding grey hair but still looked good.


Sally sat between them and Ken asked what she would like for breakfast?
“Three bacon and scrambled eggs, orange juice and a pot of tea please,” she rep!ied.
“What, no sausage?” Ken asked.

“I prefer my sausages uncooked,’ Sally replied, then blushed.



To be continued...