Anniversary Fling

[All characters are 18 years or older.]

Anniversary Fling - Part-3

A sexy wife gets a free pass as an anniversary gift

Erotic Fiction

by

Casey Bea

Part-3

Sandy agrees to mentor a bride-to-be

(A short recap from part-2)

Walking toward one of the lounges for a drink, Sandy and Reed passed a venue hall and peeked inside to see what the gathering was. With a handsome young man in a tux and a pretty young woman in a body-hugging white gown on a raised platform at the front of the room, it was obviously a wedding.

A man just inside the door asked quietly, "Are you with the bride or the groom?"

"Oh, we don't know either of them," Reed said. "We're just being nosy."

"So, is this a real wedding?" Sandy asked. "Or a fantasy being acted out?"

"This is a reenactment of the wedding the way the bride and groom

wanted

it to be," the man—one of the staff from the resort—replied. "But with parents, grandparents, and kids there, they had to settle for the traditional ceremony. So, they're here with some of the wedding party and a few friends to do it the way they really wanted to."

Looking at the twenty or so people seated in the room, Reed said, "A

few

friends?"

"Oh, most of those are guests here at the resort," the man said. "The couple has opened their celebration to anyone who cares to join in." He gestured toward the chairs, and added, "Please go in and have a seat. I think they're just about to get started."

(Part-3)

They took seats at one side of the arrangement of chairs, and very shortly a priest—probably an actor from the resort staff—came onto the stage. With the groom's best man in his tux, and the bride's bridesmaid wearing a form-hugging long red dress on either side of the couple, he stood in the middle and went through the traditional ceremony. When he got to the part about forsaking all others, the folks in attendance who apparently knew the bride and groom gave a little chuckle.

The "priest" finally said, "By the power vested in me by the island of Fantasy Kay, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." The couple embraced one another and went into a steaming kiss, but after about ten or fifteen seconds, someone in the front row called out, "Blowjob! Blowjob!" and soon the whole group had joined in the chant.

The "newlyweds" smiled at each other and then the bride went to her knees. She unzipped her new husband's fly and extracted his semi-inflated cock. She took it in her mouth—going all the way to its root so her mouth was actually inside his fly. She held herself there, rocking her head, and Reed imagined the guy's boner becoming stiff and extending itself down her throat.

She pulled back, revealing a very impressive, glistening, stiff boner as she went, and when she pulled off its mushroom knob with a

pop!

the crowd applauded, whooped, and cheered.

She gave his dick-head a lavish tongue-washing, and then began bobbing up and down his cock giving him the blowjob the crowd had asked for.

Sandy leaned over to Reed, and whispered, "Yeah, I can see how they might not have wanted to do this in front of Grandma and Grandpa!"

"Not without paramedics and a deliberator standing by!" Reed replied with a laugh.

As the bride leaned in and took her hubby's cock down her throat once again, someone—a woman this time—called out "Show us the bride's tits!" and the crowd began chanting "Bridal-tits! Bridal-tits!"

The bridesmaid stepped up behind the bride and as she bobbed on her husband's dick, the other woman reached down and rolled the top of her strapless wedding gown down to reveal a set of ample, d-cup tits capped with dark nipples the diameter of a beer can with fat nubs that looked as stiff as the cock in her mouth.

The bridesmaid took hold of the nubs and began pulling on them as the bride drove her hubby's cock back down her throat. The crown went wild! Not to be satisfied for too long, however, someone called out, "Blow the best man, too!" and a chant of "Best man! Best man!" began.

With his dick already hard, the best man had a bit of a time getting it out through his fly, but when he did, the bride went down on it with the same enthusiasm as her husband, and the crowd cheered and whistled. Not to be left out, the bridesmaid went to her knees and took up sucking the groom's abandoned cock.

After half a minute or so, the bride gave the best man's boner a final suck and then stood up with her tits still spilling out over the bodice of her gown. The newlyweds kissed again while the groom still had his cock in the bridesmaid's mouth, then, as if nothing unusual had just transpired in front of him, the priest announced, "The bride and groom will now have a receiving line after which guests are invited next door for a reception."

The bride and groom—she with her big tits hanging out, and he with his stiff dick jutting out through his fly—stepped off the stage and stood at the side of the group near where Sandy and Reed had found seats. A pair of couples that Sandy and Reed assumed were friends of the bride and groom were the first in the receiving line, and being close by, Sandy and Reed got up and took a place in the queue behind them.

The first man kissed the bride as the first woman kissed the groom, but neither kiss was a congratulatory peck. They were steaming kisses with tongue involved. When the man broke his kiss he bent down and gave each of the bride's fat nipples a suck. Likewise, the woman bent down after her kiss and took the groom's protruding dick in her mouth for a single bob.

Having set the tone, the next couple did the same thing, but when Sandy moved up, she gave the bride a passionate kiss and tit-suck before moving on to the groom whom she kissed while stroking his cock before squatting down and taking it all the way down her throat. When she stood back up she smiled at the groom and said, "Congratulations! I'm sure you're going to have a very happy marriage!"

Reed kissed the bride while he thumbed her nipples and then bent down to take each of the nubs between his lips for a tongue-flicking suck. When he moved in front of the groom he made the decision to jump into the bi thing with both feet and he kissed him as passionately as he had the bride. Reed had never been aroused by the thought or sight of two men kissing, and although it wasn't as good as his kiss with the bride, it wasn't altogether bad, either. When he broke the kiss, he followed his wife's lead, squatted down, and took the groom's rigid cock straight down his throat in one bob.

He stood up, shook the guy's hand, and said, "Congratulations, man! I hope you're as happy in your marriage as we are in ours! Thanks for inviting us!"

In the reception hall, snacks and drinks were being served while the growing group mingled. After about ten minutes the best man—his dick still hanging out of his fly although slightly less stiff at the moment—clinked his glass for silence, and then announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, please join me in welcoming the newlyweds, Julie and Mike the new Mr. and Mrs. Colder,!"

The DJ played a jazzy version of the wedding march, and the smiling bride and groom came in through the side door holding hands. The groom was now naked except for a pair of "formal" black boxers with a white bow tie around the waist. His stiff cock and his balls were hanging out through the fly, and across the butt was written, "Groom."

The bride, too, had lost her gown, and her big naked tits jiggled as she walked into the room on spiked heels. She was wearing a white garter belt holding up white stockings, and a pair of white, lace-trimmed satin panties with "Bride" written across her cute bum.

As the crowd cheered and clapped, Sandy leaned over and said into Reed's ear, "I'm guessing that virgin-white might be a bit of a stretch for this bride!"

The groom raised his hands to calm the crowd, and then said, "Thank you all for coming today to help Julie and me celebrate the beginning of our life together!"

Julie then added, "And as I'm sure you know, each orgasm that's achieved here today means another year of happy marriage for us, so please, fuck your brains out and mark the tally board!"

Reed laughed, and said, "Well,

that's

a wedding tradition I'd never heard of! Something borrowed; someone screwed?" They looked over and saw a big white-board next to the DJ. Across the top was written, "Cum For Julie and Mike!" Below that, the board was divided in two; one side for the guys and the other for the gals.

Immediately, the best man and the bridesmaid were shucking their clothes. He too was wearing formal boxers with his now-resurrected dick sticking out, and she wore no bra, had on a red garter supporting dark stockings, and completed the outfit with a red satin thong that barely covered her shaven pussy-mound and disappeared between her generous-but-firm ass-cheeks. She bent over at the waist and began giving the best man a bobbing blowjob.

Sandy and Reed looked around and saw that the other guests were stripping and getting right into the swing of the party, so they did as well. The resort had thoughtfully supplied a bank of cubbyholes to store one's clothes.

Naked, Sandy and Reed embraced and kissed, and then she said, "Have fun, sweetheart! I'll see you later." She then headed in the direction of a stunning black girl who was just wiggling her tight shorts down over her wonderful ass.

"Can I help you with that?" Sandy asked the woman as she slid her hands over her smooth ebony ass-cheeks before hooking her thumbs into the waistband of the shorts. She slid them all the way to the floor and used her bent-over position to plant a couple of lavish kisses on the ass that was right in front of her face.

The woman drew in a deep breath as she pulled her halter top off over her head, exposing her c-cup tits with their almost black quarter-size nipples. She turned around and took Sandy into an embrace as she stood up. She put her lips against Sandy's and began a steaming kiss as she ground her naked body against Sandy's. After several moments, she broke the kiss, and said almost breathlessly, "I ... I've never done this before."

"You mean taken your clothes off and screwed around at someone's wedding or been with another woman?"

She laughed and replied, "Neither! But I'm looking forward to both!"

Sandy kissed her again and then bent down and sucked on her nipples. The woman let out a soft moan when Sandy clamped her teeth lightly on one of her stiff nubs and flicked its tip with her tongue.

Sandy slid her hand down the woman's flat belly and over her curly-haired mound, planning to rub a finger into her pussy-lips, but the woman took hold of her wrist and stopped her advance.

"I want your tongue to be the first thing in my pussy," she said. "Is that okay?"

"Oh, sweetheart, that will be my pleasure!" Sandy replied. She took her by both hands, kissed her full lips again, and then said, "I'm Sandy, by the way. Pleased to meet you."

The reception area opened on one side to an in-ground swimming pool, and beyond that the beach, and Sandy led her new friend toward a vacant lounge chair that was in the shade beside the pool. "I don't know the bride or groom, do you?" she went on. "I'm a guest here at the resort."

"I'm Tanya," the woman replied as they walked. "No. I'm just a guest here, too. I came here to try to break out of my same-old-routine sex life; to see what the wild side was like but without any of my friends knowing I secretly want to be a bisexual slut ... at least for a couple of days."

They worked their way around a circle of four naked guys who were getting blowjobs from an older woman who was squatted in the middle of them. Sandy recognized her as the woman who had sucked her husband's cock while he watched her fucking the kid, Jay, in their room. She commented to Tanya, "The question is; will you be able to go back to your same-old-routine sex life after you've experienced the wild side?" They stopped next to a lounge chair, Sandy kissed her again, and then added, "I'm going to do everything in

my

power to make you want to stay on this side."

Sandy had Tanya lay back on the reclined chair and then eased her legs apart letting her calves and feet drape over the sides. Then, leaning on her forearms, she made her way in until her face was two or three inches from her first black pussy. Set against her smooth brown skin, Tanya's pussy-mound was an inverted teardrop shape of nearly-black flesh that ended in the pucker of her equally-black anus. Her pussy-lips were not quite clamshell, but closed

almost

together framing the wavy tissue of her labia, wet with obvious arousal. The lips were freshly shaved, but not the triangle of tightly-curled pubic hair just above it. Sandy found that jet-black nest to be somehow fascinating and she moved her head up so she could press her lips into the wire-like hair.

After a bit of coarse nuzzling, she moved back between Tanya's spread legs and blew a light stream of cooling air across her glistening slit. Tanya let out a soft moan and closed her eyes as the coolness caused her pussy to tingle and leak a dribble of arousal juice that trickled down to her sphincter.

Watching the little trickle form and then run down, Sandy said teasingly, "Oh, my! Is someone excited about having her pussy eaten by another woman for the first time?"

"Oh, God yes!" Tanya answered and forced her legs apart a bit more as an invitation.

Sandy leaned in and starting at the bottom, she ran the tip of her tongue lightly up the length of Tanya's pussy along the soft flesh of her exposed labia but not with enough force to displace her pussy lips. When she reached the top, she traced little circles around the divot below which her clit was hidden and was no doubt aching for contact. But Sandy knew that a little teasing would turn that ache into a full-fledged burn, and she slowly traced her way back down her new friend's pussy.

Tanya had had her pussy eaten by boyfriends before, but it had never included the kind of tender teasing that Sandy was giving her. Chuck, the boy who got her virginity, never really liked licking her pussy and only did it as

quid pro quo

for her taking his dick in her mouth, and Ben, her college boyfriend, only licked her to get her wet for penetration. Neither had ever even come close to bringing her to orgasm with their mouths.

Larry, the guy she'd most recently broken up with, was a bit aggressive in his pussy-eating style—as he was with his love-making—but had never brought her off with his mouth, either. Instead, he always wanted to feel her cunt constricting around his cock when he made her cum. When she eventually realized that their whole relationship—just like his love-making—was all about him, she broke it off. A week later she had booked a two-day stay at Fantasy Kay.

Sandy teased up and down Tanya's slit a few times adding her mouth against her pussy-lips, pulling a light suction and gathering the salty juices that her pussy was freely producing.

Tanya had never felt anything so wonderful on her pussy before until, at the top of the next lick, Sandy pushed her tongue deep into her clit-divot and ground it against the super-sensitive little nub tucked within.

"Oh, shit!" Tanya cried out and put her hands on the back of Sandy's head to keep her from moving. "Do that right there! Oh, shit! I am going to cum all over your fucking face!"

Sandy pressed her mouth tightly against Tanya's cunt and sucked as she ground and wiggled her tongue against the woman's clit.

Tanya began rocking her hips up and down to hump Sandy's face, and Sandy responded by rocking her head from side to side. Tanya then lifted her ass from the cushion and pulled Sandy's face against her cunt as tightly as she could.

Just as Tanya's pussy began to erupt, Sandy reached up and pushed a finger deep into her cunt-hole. She quickly found her g-spot and as she pressed into it with her fingertip, she ground her tongue even harder against her clit.

"Oh, fuck me!" Tanya cried as her cunt tightened and gushed a massive orgasm around Sandy's finger and tongue and into her sucking mouth. She screwed her eyes shut and let out a series of high-pitched whines as her pussy spasmed over and over in what was the longest, most intense orgasm she could remember ever having.

When her long orgasm finally began to ebb, Tanya took Sandy's head between her hands and pulled her up across her naked body, covering her cum-soaked lips with her own. She kissed her passionately, lapping at her own pussy-juice while mewing contentedly into her mouth.

Sandy moved her leg up against Tanya's drenched pussy and ground into it, quickly triggering another smaller orgasm ... or perhaps an extension of the first.

"Fuck!" Tanya groaned into Sandy's mouth. "Will you marry me? I'm sure the priest is still here somewhere, probably fucking the bride!"

Sandy laughed, and said, "And end your wild-side exploration when it's just beginning? Wait'll you try a three-way and get your pussy licked while it's being fucked by a fat cock! You won't want to settle down with

anyone

!"

"Right now, I want to settle my face between your legs and eat

your

pussy, Sandy!" Tanya replied. "I want to give you the kind of orgasm you just gave me and taste your hot cum squirting into my mouth!"

A few moments later, Sandy was lying on the cushion—her ass in Tanya's wet spot—and Tanya was on her knees and lowering her face to Sandy's glistening cunt.

As aroused as she was and burning with curiosity to taste her first pussy, Tanya lacked the patience to tease Sandy as she had done to her. Instead, she opened her mouth and planted it over Sandy's pussy lips, giving it a passionate, sucking kiss while extending and wiggling her tongue into its soft depths.

Tanya had tasted her own pussy-juice, of course; off of her own fingers and off of a hard cock that had just fucked her pussy. Sandy's pussy-juice was similar in taste but perhaps a little more salty than she recalled her own being. What really struck her, though, was the

amount

of it! Her pussy was drenched! It made her own pussy tingle to know that she had aroused this beautiful, experienced woman that much. The second thing that made an impression was how wonderfully soft the folds of her cunt were against her lips and tongue, as opposed to the almost unyielding stiffness of an engorged cock in her mouth. The third thing was how hot Sandy's pussy was. The taste, feel, smell, and even the sounds of her own wet lapping and sucking all combined to make Tanya a card-carrying cunt-eater forever. If this was the wild side, she was taking up residence!

As Tanya devoured her first cunt as if it might be her last, Sandy laid her hands on her head and gently stroked her hair. "Oh, Lord, sweetheart, that feels good!" she said. "Welcome to the world of pussy eating!"

As Tanya flicked her tongue over Sandy's clit—another wonderful new sensation—a naked man with a stiff eight-inch cock stepped up behind Tanya's upturned ass, gently caressed the smooth brown cheeks, and asked, "Do you mind if I join in?"

"What do you say, sweetheart?" Sandy said to Tanya as she drove her tongue deep into her cunt-hole and mewed at the unexpected touch on her naked ass. "You ready for that three-way? Are you ready to feel a stiff cock fucking your cunt while I lick it and while you face-fuck mine?"

Tanya lifted her mouth from Sandy's pussy—her face was glistening with pussy-juice from chin to cheeks—and moaned, "Oh, God yes!" As they rearrange positions on the lounge chair Tanya took a few moments to give Sandy a steaming, pussy-flavored kiss.