I'd photographed Steph and Dave's wedding, and what Dave didn't know was that I'd fucked his amazing wife on their wedding day -- that was part one of the story.
When I delivered the photographs over to Steph and Dave at her parents house, they were blown away by them, they "oohed" and "aahed" in all the right places, and everybody seemed extremely happy with the shots that I'd taken on their very special day. It was a special day for me too, as I'd got to taste Steph's pussy and slide my cock inside her -- it wasn't a day I'd forget in a hurry.
Dave had to leave the album viewing before we'd finished, he worked the night-shift so left his wife and in-laws in control of the rest of the appointment.
After we'd completed the appointment, I got up to leave, and Steph's dad also got up and said to Steph that he'd give her a lift back home.
"Don't you live on Baker Lane Steph?" I asked "I go past there, and can drop you off, saving your dad from going out again?"
Steph's eyes lit up, and she reassured her dad that me dropping her off would be far easier than him getting the car out of garage again, and he agreed. Steph then said her goodbyes to her parents and climbed into my Range-Rover passenger seat, as I got into the drivers side.
Waving to her parents as we pulled off, as soon as we were out of sight, Steph turned and said
"Thank Fuck for that, I thought I was never going to get you on your own! I've been sitting in my own wetness for the last hour remembering what we did on my wedding day!"
Just the thought and the memory of what we did turned me on, and made me hard, as it had done for the last 3 weeks since it happened, and many times I'd closed my eyes and reminisced about her bent over the dressing table in her childhood bedroom.
Steph leant across the divide between the seats, and placed her hand on my hardening cock over my jeans.
"Looks like you remember it too Paul?"
"Oh I remember it, in fact I even have the photographs to remind me about it!"
Steph gasped as a smile spread across her face.
"You bastard! You took photographs whilst we were doing it? Fuck, Dave would go absolutely mental if they ever surfaced anywhere. You haven't put them anywhere have you?"
"No Steph, and I never would. They were a very secret, personal reminder of a VERY special day"
Steph looked straight ahead, her hand moving off my hard cock as she withdrew to her side of the car.
"Good"
For the next couple of miles, Steph was very quiet. In fact I thought that she was offended that I'd taken some secret shots of her. We were a few miles from her home, and I thought that I'd blown any chance that there might be a repeat performance.
As the silence started to stretch out, Steph still looking ahead said in a quieter voice
"Have you got your cameras in the car?"
My mind was working overtime now -- did she think that I would still have the shots on the memory cards and wanted to delete them? Did she want to see them? Or was it something else..?
"I always carry my cameras Steph"
Steph nodded and then returned to silence.
We pulled up outside the newlywed's house, a dark lane with plenty of room between the detached houses, only the streetlight casting a dim light, and I turned to face Steph.
"Well here we are.."
Steph leaned over the centre console and I met her halfway, as she whispered
"If you are coming inside, and I hope you are, bring a camera.."
Steph slipped out of the car, and so did I, opening the back door of the car and grabbing the first camera that came to hand and followed Steph to the front door.
As soon as the door closed behind us, Steph at 5' 3" pushed me back against it, as she snaked her hand around the back of my neck, pulling me down as she lifted her face towards me, kissing me hard as her bullet hard nipples pressed against my chest. Our tongues meeting as I wrapped my arm around her back, pulling her closer.
"3 weeks I've waited for this, and every time I've fucked Dave, I've remembered you inside me"
Her hands moved down to my belt, pulling it roughly to release the buckle, and then undoing the button. I put my hand over hers to stop her going any further.
"Are you sure you want to do this here? Wouldn't you prefer to be somewhere more comfortable?"
Steph grabbed me by my shirt, and pulled me through a doorway off the hallway. The room, in darkness with only the streetlight giving a dim outline of what was in there, I realised that this was the dining room. A big oak table dominated the room, as Steph started undoing the buttons on my shirt. I placed the camera on a nearby sideboard.
"I want you on there, both of us naked, and your cock inside me" Steph almost growled as she pointed to the table.
Tongues entwined, as we started to undress each other, her thin frame and 36" breasts pressed against me as soon as our shirts were off, her bullet hard nipples taut against her bra, until I reached around her back and with a swift flick (a trick I learned way back in my teens) her bra was released.
Steph stepped back and shrugged the offending article down her arms, dropping it to the floor as she then stepped back into the kiss, her nipples now against my chest. They scraped against my chest as we moved against each other.
Hands reached down and flicked buttons undone on jeans, and zips were lowered, both frantic, Steph's hand turned towards me as she felt my hard cock and started to move her hand up and down its length over my boxers.
I eased her jeans over her hips, and with nothing to hold them up, they fell to her ankles, exposing her panties in the moonlight. I moved her backwards, so her bottom was against the table, and as we continued to kiss, I lifted her up on to the table top, her legs hanging over the side.
Steph then shrugged off the jeans, and opened her shapely legs until I was between them.
"You are overdressed Sir" she whispered into my mouth as our tongues continued the dance, her thumbs moving into my boxer waistband, and pulling downwards.
My boxers and jeans fell around my feet, and I stepped out of them, my cock rearing up in the moonlight as Steph took it in her hand.
"Now this is what I've missed for the last few weeks" she murmured as she slowly started to pump my cock in her fist, my hands moving over her breasts, kneading them in my hands as my thumbs rolled over her nipples.
We continued to explore each other, her hand never leaving my cock and our lips barely leaving each others. My hands roaming over her cool smooth shoulders, and into the nape of her neck.
