Isn't the political environment toxic these days? In the United States, I mean. The parties hate each other, one calling itself the Resistance while the other arguing amongst itself how to get legislation passed despite infighting and partisanship.
You'd think going to a wedding would provide respite to the crazy nature of politics.
Think again. The politics of family trumps (pun intended) the thought of having a good time. Perfect example was my friend Jillian's wedding last weekend at a resort along the Jersey shore. It was beautiful, of course, and the food and ambiance was outstanding.
But along the way the family of the bride really didn't like the family of the groom and the two sides kept to themselves. It was downright embarrassing early on while people were separately mingling while the bridal party was out and about for photos.
Along the way politics entered into conversation, and people were assholes. Oh well.
Upon reflection, I hadn't set out to be naughty or anything at the wedding. Rather, it was merely a command performance in that I had to be there and wanted to complete that mission quietly and without fanfare. It had been a trying several weeks at work, and the guys in my life were not cooperating with my needs.
Standing at a table, I said hi to a guy who just happened to be there. I didn't know him, he didn't know me, and when we realized we were on different sides of the aisle we laughed at how we had bridged the dividing lines. We laughed at the observation as we realized we were people and not total insecure jerks.
Brian was married to a bridesmaid, so he was along while waiting for their return. I was alone, well, because my date decided tickets to an Eagles game was more important than escorting me to the wedding. Brian joked that he hoped the game was good, because the sex wouldn't be! I laughed, and said it was an astute observation. We toasted to this that and the other things and soon we had a buzz occurring. We were in our own little world.
Along the way I wished that my old boss could have been my escort but he being terminally married put the nix on that possibility. Besides, he was away for the weekend with wifey.
I kidded Brian about weddings getting women hot, and that if he played his cards right that night his wife would most likely be in the mood. Brian replied that since their second child "Linda" was hardly ever in the mood. "It's pretty much my birthday, our anniversary, and maybe with luck Valentine's Day," was his lament. "Not a lot of spark in that department, and basically a few minutes of missionary bliss."
He went onto say he hadn't had a blow job in more than four years. It pained him, but he did love his wife and the rest of their relationship was strong. Still it bothered him. He asked me how I could maintain sanity while playing around with a married man.
The conversation and the drinks kept flowing as we were in our own little world. That was broken when word came around that the wedding party would not be back for another 45 minutes.
Brian and I laughed and he said suggestively, "Oh what should we do? Have more drinks? Talk about the weather? Find a closet?"
Looking into his eyes, my response was quick and to the point. "I vote for a closet."
We looked around, and Brian said he'd be right back. In the time he was gone I scolded myself for coming on to another married man, but by the same token he had come on to me. I mean, I am not totally responsible in the come on department.
About five minutes later he was back, smiling, drink in hand.
"Okay Robin, go upstairs to the second floor. At the end of the hall on the right there's a door. It's unlocked. I will leave it open a crack. Meet me there and I have the perfect spot to continue our conversation. It is a place with a lot of privacy."
He walked away, not waiting for me to agree or disagree. I waited a minute, took a deep breath, then followed.
Upstairs, sure enough, at the end of the hall there was a door partially open. I went inside, closed the door, and walked up a spiral staircase to a tiny crow's nest room overlooking the back of the house. Brian was standing waiting for me.
"I think we are safe here for a bit. What should we do?"
I had an idea. I think it was the same as his.
"I'm thinking about your wife," I said, worried look on my face.
"It's okay. Everything will be fine. Now, what were you thinking?"
We embraced and kissed for a minute before I slithered down to the ground. Carefully maneuvering my dress, I landed on my knees and proceeded to unzip the man's trousers. Reaching inside, I pulled out a hardening cock. It was beautiful!
Admiring it for a bit, I licked the tip and then down its sides as his dick came to full attention.
"Brian, honey, we don't have much time, so enjoy yourself!" was my request. With that, I sucked the tip of his cock into my mouth and sucked on his manhood. Brian soon was rocking in and out of my mouth, mentioning sweet nothings as I worshiped his dick.
My eyes were closed and my mouth was handling Brian's dick, and I could hear the moans and groans from above as he moved faster. Looking up, I saw his head was back, and he was enjoying my ministrations.
I've always loved a man's cock. I don't have one, but I've kissed and sucked on numerous ones over the years. It gives me a sense of power to handle a guy's penis, listening to his babbling and feeling how he loves being handled so intimately.
Brian was no different, as he was loving every minute of the cock munching. Soon, though, he commented that he couldn't wait any more, that he was going to cum.
I had no problem with that and merely sucked harder on his dick. While he might have thought cuming in my mouth was off limits - like it was with his wife I found out later - he soon decided if I was sucking he was going to be fully satisfied.
Brian gave a final OMG before letting loose with several spurts of man sauce into my wet and willing mouth. I sucked the man dry, enjoying the power and potion. His dick continued its slow rocking my my mouth as I swallowed all the residue of his overactive dick. It was amazing.
We came down from out high, luxuriating in the activities, before we heard hubbub from below.
"Looks as if they are back," said Brian, all of a sudden remembering his wife. "I've got to go...thank you."
"No, thank you Brian. This made my day. Get going. Remember, this is our little secret!
Brian scooted downstairs while I dusted off my dress and reapplied lipstick. Hopefully
Brian would remember to clean "down there" before undressing, as there was canary red gloss all over his cock. I noticed him walking along the grounds and embracing a woman who I presumed to be his wife, kissing her before they walked hand in hand toward the hall.
I saw them later seated well across from me, and he gave me a sort of shy, embarrassed wave, but I merely rolled my eyes to remind him it was all our little secret.
Actually, my table mates weren't all that bad. Good conversation over the next 60 minutes or so as the partly went on. I pinched myself, thinking of what I'd done, and told myself that the Brian/Robin interlude was just crazy! I mean, we didn't even know each other, and minutes not hours after we'd met I was fellating the man. What a slut!
Sounded like the naughty stories my friend Ginny would tell me when it was late at night and we were talking about sexy things we'd done or wanted to do. Now, well, she's a certified wanton slut! So her stories were naughty, but I have to say my interludes with K. Linford were at times beyond the pale. I mean, he was married and I blew him all over town and then some over the years. We'd joke about stopping at a safe place to rendezvous, and one of us would remind the other of the "time we'd been there before."
Back to reality and the now, it was somewhat entertaining talking to the three other couples at the table. Being a single it was a little awkward. I did not have children, didn't follow football and there was not a lot in common between me and the group. But it wasn't downright awful.
As the bride and groom did their thing, from garter flying to cake cutting and dancing, I did my best to have fun. I mean, I had fun earlier, because the taste of Brian was still in my mouth, and whenever I saw him dancing with his wife I smiled to myself. I guess I really am a perve.
Over time at the party I'd danced with several guys, spoken with them and others, and generally had a good time. It was difficult being there without a partner, though, as there were times when you were obviously all alone. On one of those occasions I happened to be standing next to a guy also on his own.
