Best Man's Luc

My best friend, Pete, was getting married and asked me to be his best man. I was 25 and he was a year older. We had been friends a long time, so I suppose I was the natural choice for that role, as his family knew me very well. We had known each other since we were knee high and gone through the state school system together.

Unfortunately, I lost touch with him for a few years when he went into the RAF, but when he came out, he came back to live in the north east of England and we saw a lot of each other. We often teamed up to go out on a weekend and went to nightclubs, dances and sports events.

He always did better than me at pulling the birds as he had plenty of confidence and was able to talk to them quite easily.

Sometime later, he met a pretty young girl at the firm where he worked, called Brenda and after courting her for about a year they decided to get married. She was 23 and lived in Sedgefield.

At that time in our lives Pete and I both lived in Darlington.

Anyway the wedding was fixed for a Saturday in September and I arranged a stag night for my friend on the Thursday night before.

I didn't have a girl friend at that time, although I was seriously looking around for one. I just didn't seem to have much luck in finding the right girl.

I was looking forward to the wedding, as I reckoned I might get off with one of the bridesmaids or female guests. I was always optimistic. Well you have to be, don't you?

However, on the night of the stag night, Pete told me that both of Brenda's bridesmaids had steady boyfriends.

Well, there you go.

Anyway, this is my story of what transpired that eventful weekend, from the stag night on the Thursday, until the following Monday. A lot happened during that period of time which I'll try to describe for you.

The stag night was a great success and it was all down to me. First of all, I hired a room in a local pub and got all Pete's friends and relations to come. ( all men of course.) Then I hired a local comedian who had a good reputation in the area and he went down very well. And of course the beer flowed all night.

At the end of it, a few of the guys were much the worse for drink. None more so then Pete's brother in law, Jake, who was completely pissed.

Between us, we managed to get him outside at closing time. We stood in a small group outside the pub to say our farewells and sort out the transport arrangements. Pete lived the opposite way to me and soon departed for the last bus. As I was the only one with a car and had been on soft drinks all night, I was able to give one or two a lift home, including Jake.

At 11.45 p.m. he was my last passenger and I pulled onto his drive. The light was still on in his house and as I struggled to get him out of the car, Pauline, his wife came out to help me.

"God, he's drunk as a skunk," she complained, "that's the second time this month."

We manhandled him into the house and managed to get him up a small flight of stairs to the guest bedroom. "I'm not having him near me," she fumed and in any case it was out of the question to get him up the main stairs.

"Thanks, Alan," she said, shaking her head as we came back into the hall. She was annoyed at her husband I could see that.

"Care for a coffee," she asked.

"Yes," I said, still shaking from the effort of moving her overweight husband.

So we adjourned to her kitchen and sat on stools as she boiled the kettle. She was wearing a nice pin striped business suit and had obviously been out for the evening as well.

"I've been to Brenda's hen night," she told me. "It was a pretty quiet affair with Brenda's mum and her aunts mostly. Anyway, we just sat and talked."

"You look great, Pauline," I said "and I like your smart outfit".

What I liked about it was the shortish skirt which showed off her long lovely legs.

As she moved off the high stool to get the kettle, I heard the swish of nylon brushing against nylon and glimpsed just the hint of bare thigh above her stocking tops. I also got a whiff of expensive perfume and she must have noticed my reaction, because I saw her smirk as she went to make our coffee.

Well we sat and talked for a good half hour as she quizzed me about my non-existent love life.

As she stood up to get in our empty cups, I made the mistake of asking her about her marriage. "Are you happy enough these days, Pauline?"

Well, that awkward question of mine just seemed to open up the flood gates. I got it all. She had obviously been bottling it up all night and she let rip. She had me as her audience.

No, she wasn't happy and told me in great detail just why. Apparently, Jake was just a selfish pig ...etc......etc.....etc.

And then the tears came...oh boy what had I done?

I moved across and put my arm around her and we sat down on a small sofa. The next thing I knew was that she had her head on my shoulder and her lovely black stockinged legs were splayed out in front of me. It was at that point that I got a hard-on. I know it was wrong sitting there, romantically, with another man's wife but, then I had always fancied her, even if she was about five years older than me.

"You're such a good listener and so nice and supportive," she murmured and I wondered then, just how much

she

had drunk that evening.

Her exotic perfume smelled so good, my head was swimming. As I turned my head to say something, she did too. Then we kissed, just like that. Previously, I had thought about making my excuses and leaving, but, I was damned if I was going to do that now. Also, my hand had somehow slithered onto her nylons and it was going to stay there as long as she didn't object.

Well the kissing went on for a while and I am ashamed to say my hand disappeared under her skirt. I wanted to feel the silky smooth skin at the top of her stay-up stockings, so I did. I couldn't believe she'd let me do it. This was Pete's older sister who I had lusted after since I was at school.

Then she stood up and I thought our little romantic session was over. "I'd better check on my drunken slob of a husband," she said and wandered through to her guest room.

Well, I thought that was my cue to leave, so I stood up too. But then, she came back in, and, to my absolute amazement, she was minus her skirt.

"He's out until morning," she said, also peeling off her suit top.

To say I was gob smacked was the understatement of the year. I just stared at her legs with my mouth open. The combination of black, hold-up stockings and shoes, creamy white thighs and black silk panties were nearly too much for my heart to take. It was pounding uncontrollably. Then, she whisked away her blouse top and I got a look at her firm, round, large breasts, just bursting out from the confines of her matching black bra. She unfastened her hair clip and her long curly black hair tumbled halfway down her back as she passed me and headed up the stairs. I watched, fascinated, as her hips swayed and that perfume hit me again. Then halfway up, she paused and looked back over her shoulder. "Coming?" She asked.

Well, I finally came out of my trance and followed her up the stairs, feasting my eyes on her near naked body. Pauline was a big girl, but so curvy, with everything in proportion. She was about the same height as me, but her 4 inch heels racked her up to about 5 ft 10. She turned into her bedroom, unhooking her bra as she walked.

Then, she stopped at the bed and turned towards me smiling. "Where were we?" She asked.

My knees must have felt weak at the sight of her, because, I sank to the floor in front of her. But, it was a good place to be as I stoked and kissed her legs and thighs while she ran her fingers through my hair.

She let me enjoy myself for a while. Then she asked, "Aren't you going to undress?"

I did so in under a minute, while she chuckled "There's no hurry, we've got all night."

When I got my kit off, we lay on the bed and started kissing again. After a while, she got on her knees and reached over to turn down the lighting. As she leaned across me, those enticing big breasts dangled down, so, I reached for them and cupped them in my hands. They were magnificent.

I fingered and tweaked her nipples and she turned and gave me a smouldering look. This married lady was getting aroused and excited and it wasn't her husband on the bed with her. It was me. We kissed again, more passionately this time. My hand roamed over her body. Then I started to move down her shapely figure, kissing her breasts, then her tummy.

Then a big moment came. I wanted her panties off.

I tugged them off her thighs while she looked on with amusement.

"You've wanted to do this for a long time haven't you?"

"Oh yes, It's been my No.1 fantasy, "I confessed.

She wriggled helpfully, as I got them down over her ass and down her legs. Then I stared at her pussy, it was trimmed and neatly shaven.

So, I lost no time in getting to work on it. In no time, I was sucking, licking and fingering it. I breathed in her rich musky odour and was dizzy with lust. She moaned and spread her legs wide for me.

After a while, she was pushing her vagina up to meet me and crying out in ecstasy. I was eating her up and she didn't want me to stop.

"Jake won't do this for me," she gasped.

As the night wore on, I was to hear this again and again. Apparently, all hubby was interested in was having a quick shag and leaving her frustrated and unsatisfied.

Well, as far as I was concerned, I had been fed on sexual scraps too long to let such an opportunity go. I had been invited to this banquet and I wanted the full course.

Eventually, she sat up and reached for my cock. It was already fully erect. She wrapped her lips around the head and I melted with pure pleasure. It felt wonderful, as she slid her mouth up and down the shaft and teased the bulbous tip with her tongue. But, it was better still when she started to gently suck it. I nearly lost control as I surrendered to her, but my lust was strong and I managed to hold out. I wanted to fuck her. It was a lifetime ambition of mine.

So, I got her on her back and was preparing to mount her, when she surprised me by sliding under and reversing our positions.

That meant she got on top of me and sat astride. Then she lifted up and gently lowered herself on to my throbbing prick. She sighed as she sank down on it and slowly took it all inside her. She wriggled and fussed until it was where she wanted it. "Oh that's so good," she breathed.

Then she was bouncing up and down on me, faster and faster, her tits dancing on her chest and her hair every which way as her head threshed to and fro. It just went on and on and I gripped her hips, as her roller coaster ride continued.

Then, she shrieked and quivered, before collapsing on top of me, my face buried in her black curls.

"Oh that was wonderful", she enthused. "That's the best sex I've had for ages."

When she recovered, she bounded off to the bathroom to freshen up, while I tip toed to the guest bedroom door and listened to any signs of life. There wasn't a sound and I breathed a sigh of relief. This was too good to have her husband wake up and spoil the fun.

She came back naked, this time, without the stockings. Her hair had been brushed back into place and she looked sensational. I found myself asking a vital question, "Why me?"

I mean I thought I wasn't an ugly dude, or anything, but man, she was in a different league to me, if you know what I mean.

I had always thought she was unavailable.

We talked for a while and it became clearer. She loved her husband, but he was pissing her off lately and was unimaginative and boring in bed. Being so fed up with him, she had decided that as she had now turned 30, she needed an extra marital relationship.

However, she knew she had to be very careful and discreet. It had to be someone who she was attracted to, obviously, but it also had to be someone she trusted and felt comfortable about. She had decided on me, because she thought I was trustworthy and had known her family a long time. Something like that......all I know was I had been chosen to fuck her. And I was determined to make a good job of it, because hey, she was unbelievably beautiful and sexy and I wanted the job permanently.

We talked for a while until my lust returned in a big way. I just couldn't help myself. I grabbed her and felt all over her lovely naked body kissing, licking, fingering and helping myself to everything on display. Then I got on top and spread her legs before slipping my cock into her pussy.

What great sex it was. I took my time and matched my thrusts to her growing lust. Then we fucked like there was no tomorrow.

I thought her cries of passion would wake the neighbours, never mind her drunken husband. "I'm coming" she shouted, unnecessarily, as she shuddered and quivered underneath me. I came copiously inside her a fraction later and kissed her long and hard.

"Oh...that was great" she said, blowing out through her red cheeks. "It just gets better and better."

After another 10 minutes of kissing and hugging, she sat up and ruffled her hands though her hair.

"I suppose you had better be going," she said sadly.

"I'm sorry to be throwing you out but ......."

"It's O.K." I said quickly to avoid any embarrassment, "its better this way." I certainly didn't want to run into Jake when he eventually woke up.

"Do I measure up as a lover?" I enquired nervously.

She smiled. "Oh, yes" she said, seductively, "you'll do very nicely."

She made me promise to be discreet and said she would be in touch when she wanted me again.

Was I happy about that?

"Absolutely," I said, as I kissed her goodbye and slipped out to my car. I looked at my watch. It was 3.30 a.m.

----------------------------------------------------

Fortunately, the stag night had been two days before the wedding. That was at Pete's insistence and what a wise decision that had been. He had reckoned we would need a day to recover and ensure we got to the church on time. He had been more right than he knew. I was positively shattered the next day and called in sick at work.

Pauline had exhausted me.

I idled the day away, but then I needed the rest. I spoke to Pete on the phone and made arrangements to meet him at his place in the morning in readiness for his big day.

It was a great wedding I must say. All the guests had dressed up for the day and were in fine spirits. Pete and I looked great in our new suits and the bride and bridesmaids looked really lovely. The ceremony went well and we were soon off for a nice lunch at a local hotel.

I looked around the top table which had been set out with name tags. There was Pete and his new bride seated at the centre. On Brenda's left sat her mother, Sylvia, and one or two of her aunts and uncles. Her best friend and bridesmaid, Vicky, sat nearby with her boyfriend. Then, to Pete's right there was his Mum and Dad and his older sister Pauline and husband Jake. Jake looked quite sober but I could see him knocking back the wine as Pauline frowned at him. Then beside Pauline was Pete's younger sister Anne, who at 18 was shortly due to leave school. This pretty young thing was sitting next to me. She was the second bridesmaid.

As the meal progressed, I stole a look at Pauline. She looked stunning in a little black dress which displayed a fair amount of cleavage. Memories of our passionate sex immediately came flooding back with hopes of me getting to possess her again sometime soon.

I kept my head down for a while until my head cleared, then struck up a conversation with Anne. She was a shy girl but we managed O.K. I asked her about her school achievements and her hobbies and the time passed quite pleasantly. She had come to the wedding with her pal Fiona and they kept sending text messages to each other even though they were in the same dining room sitting a short distance away. Whatever they were saying to each other was causing immense private amusement. I looked down at one stage to see that her dress had crept up her thighs. I could see that she had a very decent pair of legs.

"Stop that!" I told myself, as I tore my eyes away. She's just a kid.

I made myself look around and found myself looking at Brenda's mum. What a fine-looking woman she still was despite being in her mid forties. According to Pete, she had been a model at one time. She had not bothered with men since her husband had died 4 years ago and Brenda, her newly married daughter, was keen that she found someone new, now that she was to live alone.

I glanced across at her main bridesmaid, Vicky, a girl of about 22.

She was Brenda's best friend and when I had seen her for the first time, I fancied her straight away. Unfortunately, as per my usual luck she had a boyfriend. A big stupid twit called Brian. So, I had forgot about her and looked around elsewhere. (with very little luck, I might add) Still, I had to admit she looked good today in a maroon bridesmaid's dress that finished a few inches above the knee. Another great pair of legs, I thought.

It was then I looked down again and saw that Anne's maroon dress, if anything, had crept even further up her thighs. I whistled softly and straightened my tie. Pauline was looking at me, so I gave a polite little nod. She smiled back, knowingly, and I knew instantly, that she had not regretted our night of sex. My cock stirred, remembering that her incredible body had been promised to me again........and again.

I managed to get through my best man's speech O.K.

I had consulted a few books and put together something that Pete later admitted was a fine effort, interlaced as it was with great humour and funny references. Anyway, it seemed to go down well.

And, at any rate, young Anne was looking at me with a look that was nothing short of awe.

Having got my speech out of the way, I relaxed and had a drink in the lounge while everyone sat around and talked. Pete had hired a concert hall at a local club so a lot more guests were coming later for that. So, we all drifted off in readiness for the evening get together.

I was in a good mood as I went to the evening do. Pete and Brenda were there, of course, but they had plans to leave early to go to a plush hotel for the night. Then, in the morning, they were off to their honeymoon in Barbados. As I went in, they were there shaking hands with all the guests.

"I've booked a group for the evening," he told me "They're quite good, so I've been told."

He was right, they were good and soon nearly everyone was up dancing.

I sat the first few out talking with Pete and feasting my eyes on the delectable Pauline, as she danced sexily with young Anne and her friend. I fixed my gaze on Pauline's well shaped backside and found my hard on starting again. I was desperate to be with her again soon.

But Anne looked good too and I found it hard to believe she was only 18.

Just then I got a tap on my shoulder. It was Vicky.

"Hi Alan, what about getting me up to dance," she asked.

"Where's Brian? I enquired.

"Oh, he's gone to watch Middlesborough play," she said bitterly. "Football is more important than his girlfriend then?" I observed.

"Obviously it is," she said, bitterly.

"I'd much rather be dancing with you," I said, always ready to widen any difference she was having with Brian.

"Well it's not the first time he's let me down and I'm pissed off at him," she said angrily.

"Is he cheating on you?" I asked, mischievously.

"Not as far as I know," she retorted, "but I wouldn't put it past him"

I made no other comment, but my hand slid a little further down her back as a result of the comments she was making.

She was a pretty girl with short blonde hair and as I hugged her close in a slow dance, I felt a definite erection coming on.