(Real) Wedding Thrills

This is an account from a nice lady I had the pleasure of meeting last year, its 100% true, again as always if you like my works please consider buying me a coffee there is a link on my profile, any donations are greatly appreciated. Thanks to Laura for emailing me back about our meeting, hopefully there may be a part 2 soon.

My name is Laura, I’m 68 years young, and have been married to John for 30 years, we have two daughters ages 32 and 29. My Husband and I used to have a great sex life, including regular partner swapping parties, but we have not had sex for at least 3-4 years. He's had some erection issues. I wouldn’t say I’m a stunning looking woman but I think I'm fairly good looking. I’m a little short at 5' and I’m slim, size 10, my bra size is an unimpressive B cup, I like to dress smartly. We were invited to a family wedding 100 or so miles away in Leicester, so we booked a hotel for the weekend. During the evening John the husband got absolutely blathered, and went up to our room to go to bed, leaving me behind enjoying the reception.

Looking around the room one man caught my eye, I was watching him dance and chat up some young girls. He then noticed I was looking at him, so he came over to where I was sitting and plonked himself down opposite me, he was very self-assured, as he sat down he said, “hi-ya sweetheart all alone”, I told him my husband was upstairs asleep. He said it was my husband’s loss and his gain. I thought he was very cocky, but he was very good looking, tall and he looked toned under his shirt. We chatted for a while, he didn’t seem to have any interest in any of the other women and girls, but he seemed interested in chatting to me, he sat leaning over towards me, we were talking and drinking. By now I knew his name was Martin and he was 48, and he was the brother of the bride, he said he was going to get us another bottle of wine.

I’d had enough **** that I was feeling very horny, and a little reckless, I assumed Martin fancied me, so I adjusted my dress so when he came back I knew he could see plenty of my thigh. I'd also undone a couple of buttons exposing a little cleavage. Martin stopped and stared a little as he came back, and sat down in the chair opposite me again, I noticed he kept glancing first at my exposed thigh, then his eyes moved to my breasts, so I shifted position, and crossed my legs making sure he could get a good look at my panties. I’m sure I could see a bulge starting to appear in his trousers. Martin said if you don’t ask you don’t get and there was no point in messing around, so he asked straight out, if I fancied finishing the wine in his room, I was a little taken aback but excited at the same time, for the first time in a long time I had butterflies in my tummy. In the lift on the way up to his room we were kissing, Martins hands were everywhere, before I knew what had happened he had his hand inside my panties playing with my clit, I didn’t want the lift to stop, but the door opened and we saw a couple waiting to go down, they gave us a knowing look as I adjusted my dress.

Martin slowly undressed me, complimenting me on my body as he went. I was stark naked and he started to kiss me all over he started at my neck slowly moving over my body sucking my nipples, when he arrived at my pleasure centre, (It had been so long since I’d had any sex I hadn’t bothered to shave it) he sucked my hairs it felt good when he licked, touched, massaged my clit. I was so wet and ready for what I was anticipating to be an amazing night. I got onto the bed, as I watched Martin, I could see he was ready, as his cock was standing to attention, like a rocket on a launch pad, he had a huge hard on, Any inhibitions I had were long gone, now I really wanted this young virile young man inside me. He got onto the bed and climbed on top and gently eased his cock into my soaking pussy. It felt so big, it felt so good, I knew it was wrong but it felt great to have a cock inside after so long.

Martin started to gyrate, I responded, we were now fucking hard, with every thrust it felt good, after what seemed like hours, he shifted me around so my legs were over his shoulders, he was now able to go in deeper, after another few minutes of shagging, he then with determined and relentless thrusting he was driving me wild until I began to scream with absolutely uncontrollable passion and contentment, I was climaxing, Martin had enough dick control that he didn’t come until I had, and with one loud scream of joy I came, my body lost control and I shuddered again and again, then all of a sudden at that point the speed of his thrusting became immense then I felt an enormous explosion inside me, as he emptied the contents of his huge ball bag inside my pussy. I felt so warm and happy, I came at least twice, I had never come with just a cock inside me before.

I looked up at his face and beads of sweat were dripping onto mine, I was absolutely truly knackered, I didn’t have an ounce of energy left. Martin rolled off and I licked the remains of his spunk off his cock. It was the most amazing shag I have ever had, I was truly satisfied. But Martin wasn’t finished, he had the stamina of a marathon runner. I was on all fours and Martin was behind me, he was going at it hard and deep, again with relentless rhythm Martin pounded and groaned and pounded some more. By the time Martin had come again I was like a rag doll, Martin got another hard on and all I could do was give him a blowjob, he came in my mouth but by now he hadn't much cum left, it tasted sweet. By the time I left Martin's room and returned to mine I could hardly walk, when I showered the next morning my pussy was red raw and still puffy, lucky John didn’t notice a thing. We did exchange numbers and If I were ever in Leicester again I would without question meet up with Martin again.