Making Love at a Wedding – Part 1

(L) – This story contains strong language. 

For a time, my job took me away from home for several weeks at a time. My wife and I got extremely horny apart from each other and I would masturbate frequently, but I knew it was not as easy for my wife to wind down at the end of the day and get the sexual release she so badly needed too. So, I would write erotic stories to share with her in order to fuel her fantasies and encourage her to masturbate. I’d typically blow my load finishing up the story then sent to her with a picture of me naked to get her going at the end of the night. I loved waking up the next day with a text saying how hot I made her, and what an amazing orgasm I helped her achieve, even while miles apart. While solo play sessions could not quench our deep desire to be reunited, masturbating to a story together certainly gave us a fun avenue to have some kind of shared sexual experiences. This is one of those stories I wrote for my wife. I hope it also blesses MH readers with fuel for a fulfilling release.

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The weather is getting warm and love is in the air. It’s wedding season. Best of all, we’ve been invited to a friend’s wedding, which we are both able to attend together. Even better yet, we have a babysitter for the kids and get to spend the night alone together at the swanky hotel the wedding is at. 

As we drive on our way there, I keep taking peeks over at you in the passenger seat to check you out. I feel excited by how hot you look. Your hair is partially in an updo with a few beautiful, curly locks falling past your shoulders. My eyes keep getting stuck looking at your voluptuous tits, nicely presented by the cut of your dress. It’s a short dress because of the warm weather, and my mind wanders to what easy access I could have to finger you in that dress. I reach over and place my hand on your thigh.

“You’re gonna make the bride jealous,” I say as I smile at you and slide my hand up your leg more.

“Keep it in your pants,” you tell me with a knowing look.

I’ll have to for now, because just then we arrive at the venue and I park the car. I step out of the car wearing my slacks and fitted short-sleeved button-down and come around to let you out. As you exit, you briefly cup my balls in passing and wink. In return, I give your ass a discreet grope. There’s something about celebrating love, and the knowledge that we have a night away together, that has us both very excited. 

After a beautiful but hot ceremony outdoors, we head into the banquet hall of the hotel for the reception. As we sit for dinner, I reach under the table and rest my hand on your thigh. While we continue eating, I discreetly let my hand meander under the tablecloth a little more until I find the hem of your dress. I raise it just past your knee, so I can now run my hand along your smooth skin.

Eventually, I slide my hand up along your inner thigh until I reach your panties—except I’m shocked to find instead of any underwear, I’m feeling your smooth pussy. You’re not wearing any underwear. You look at me and give me a big smile now that I’ve discovered your big secret. I get so turned on by the idea of being able to finger you right there under the table. And so I begin to. Rubbing gentle circles around your clit, I can feel you begin to get nicely lubricated. I feel my cock stiffening in my pants. Good thing our table is in the back of the room. However, suddenly the servers come over to take our plates, and so I pull back my hand so we don’t get caught. The tease of being fingered under the table has turned you on enough though that you are not ready for it to stop.

You push back from the table to excuse yourself to the bathroom. I watch you walk away with eager anticipation for you to return. A couple of minutes later, however, I get a text from you: “Cum join me 😉I need your cock now!”

Once again I’m shocked by your risqué behavior and feel myself get harder.  I excuse myself from the table and quickly walk out of the room and down the hall until I find the bathrooms.

I knock on the women’s door, then open the door ajar and call your name. “Yes. It’s just me,” you reply with excitement in your voice.

I hurriedly enter and find you motioning to me to come join you at the furthest stall. We close the door behind us, and I immediately push you against the wall as we begin making out. I pull up your dress and start fingering you while we continue to kiss.

“I wanna feel you in me,” you moan while unzipping my fly.

Just as you free my cock from my pants suddenly we hear the bathroom door open and two women come in. They’re laughing and talking loudly over at the sinks so we try to continue going at it quietly. I break from your lips and dive under your dress, desperate to taste your sweet pussy. I eagerly eat you out as you stand holding onto my head and trying to keep quiet. Finally, the women leave and you pull me up.

“You’re so bad!” you tell me.

“Hey you’re the one who invited me in here!” I protest.

“Just fuck me now!” you say, pulling me close.

I undo my belt and drop my pants completely and you grab my cock to press against your pussy. You rub my cock up and down your pussy, getting the tip nicely lubricated and ready to fuck.

Then I turn you around and give a simple instruction: “Bend over.”

You reach out and hold on to the bar along the wall while I lift your dress and position my cock against your pussy from behind. The heels you’re in put your pussy at a perfect height and angle for me to fuck. I begin thrusting the head of my cock into your very wet pussy while rubbing your clit intently. My other hand reaches down your dress to pull out one of your sexy tits and play with your nipple. I love the way your big tits hang when you’re bent over. I free them both from the top of your dress and begin to cup them with both my hands as my cock effortlessly slips all the way into your pussy. I then begin slow, steady thrusts, balls deep in you while I continue to tease your nipples. My pelvis slaps against your ass as I pound you harder, my swinging balls hitting your clit with each thrust.

“Fuuuck! You’re such a good fuck!” I groan.

“Yes, baby I’m so close. Keep going!” you moan.

I continue to massage and gently pinch your erect nipples while resuming rubbing your clit with speed. You’re so wet and I’m so hard, I keep fucking you with such ease. With each hard thrust, I make our skin loudly slap together. The sound is amplified by the tile walls. I’m so close and just barely holding on so that I can make sure you cum first. Suddenly the door opens again, accompanied by voices of more women entering.

I promptly stop my hard fucking so no one hears. But you are almost over the edge, so you look back at me and mouth “Don’t stop!” 

I know I can’t keep fucking you without making too much noise, so I frantically continue rubbing your pussy. You’re so wet that it’s hard to keep even that quiet. But fortunately, it doesn’t take long. You push your ass hard back against me. Your pussy clenches around my hard cock and I feel your body rocked by an orgasm. It’s all you can do to keep quiet.

The other occupants in the bathroom have quieted so I won’t risk fucking you anymore. I bring you up into an embrace, holding both your beautiful tits in my hands and quietly kissing your neck. It sounds like the other occupants have entered the other stalls so I whisper to you that I better make my exit now. I give your tits a final squeeze and pull out of you, still with a raging hardon. I know you will satisfy that later tonight though, so I pull up my pants and playfully slap your ass.

“See you on the dance floor,” I say. 

To be continued…