By the time it came to going to their hotel room at 2am, Cheryl's panties were very wet and she was gagging for cock. With Gary in his semi-conscious drunken state she new it was a do-it-yourself job of releasing her built up sexual tension, although she did manage to get off on some similar occasions in the past by laying him on his back naked and sitting on his face. They were both able to jokingly call these face-sitting events as his last drink of the night.
The second difference on 'the wedding night' was that when they got to their room Cheryl switched on the television and found that there were adult pay channels with all night movies playing. She flicked to watch the preview 2 minutes and was a little shocked to see a young blonde, not unlike herself, giving expert head to an older, attractive balding man, who had some passing resemblance to the groom's father. Gary knew the groom Dave and his father quite well. Cheryl was engrossed by these images of real raw on-screen sex and when the time came to press the 'pay' button on the TV remote there was no hesitation. She called to Gary who was just about to doze off, having somehow managed to get his shoes and suit off.
"Hey Gary, look at this! It's me giving Dave's dad a blowjob. And check the size of his cock!!"
Gary looked first at Cheryl and saw her cheeky grin, then at the scene on the TV. With a bit of imagination he could envision this as his young wife blowing his friend's dad. This had a very sobering effect and Cheryl noticed his underpants tenting as he sat up to watch the on-screen action. She immediately took advantage and yanked his jockeys down and off, throwing them to the floor. The blue satin dress soon joined them on the floor. She pulled Gary round so that he was sitting back on his elbows on the side of the bed. She then kneeled on the floor between his legs and took hold of his now hard cock. As she did this, both of them were watching the young blonde on screen working the older guy's cock with her mouth and hands. She spat a large quantity of saliva over the head and with a twisting up round and down motion was expertly jerking him off while at the same time taking his whole length into her mouth and throat on the down strokes.
Cheryl asked "Does the thought of me doing that to Dave's dad get you off then, you dirty sod?" Without waiting for a reply she showed off her quick learning by copying the on screen blonde and dribbling lots of saliva over Gary's throbbing cock before handling and mouthing it.
Dave replied "Yes Cheryl, you dirty little vixen, and I'm thinking you wouldn't mind playing the filthy little slut to some older guy like Dave's dad. Or even Jess's dad. Am I right?"
Cheryl just gurgled a positive sounding response, and cheekily wiggled her thong-covered ass, which was now attracting Gary's attention. He loved the view of her gorgeous buns, separated by the thin, now soaking material of the white lace thong. He reached down and slid his hand over her ass cheek, and slid a finger under the material to stroke and scratch at her rear entrance. Next to a tongue on her clit, or biting her nipples, this was guaranteed to make her even wetter and more wanton.
"I need this in my cunt right now, you dirty bastard!" she demanded, in between the long throating that she was giving Gary's rock hard pole. He knew she would now do literally anything to get a cock buried deep inside her, as she normally didn't swear. When she did, she was either in a really bad temper, or as was the case then, uncontrollably turned on and only one or more orgasms would get her off of that plateau. She didn't wait for his answer but got up and climbed onto him, straddling his cock. They both reached between her legs and pulled her thong to one side together. She thrust down onto his cock in one aggressive motion and just paused and moaned appreciatively to feel herself satisfyingly filled.
"Fuck, you're wet Cheryl. That teasing downstairs at the wedding and that porno has really got you hot for cock." Cheryl answered, "Not fucking half, and thinking about me blowing and fucking another guy has got your drunken pecker up, you dirty sod. Go on, admit it!"
Gary's response was to lean up and pull down the straps of his wife's basque to elbow height, trapping her arms by her side and exposing her lovely firm 34C breasts. The nipples were as hard as his cock, and he sucked and chewed on both of them like a man possessed. Cheryl bounced up and down on his cock hard and fast, yelping at the sensations of being bitten on her supersensitive nipples whilst riding his boner. A glance at the TV showed them both that the blonde was also bouncing on the older guy's cock, and within the space of seconds, Cheryl and Gary came together just as blondie climbed off the old guy to take his come shot in her mouth, for the standard porno facial shot.
'The wedding night' was 4 months ago, and both of them had talked and fantasised about the effect that the adult movie had had on them. They both admitted to each other that they found watching sex to be very exciting. That particular film also opened up some of their secret fantasies, and that was that thinking about their partner fucking someone else, and being there to see it turned both of them on. Of course, fantasy and reality were worlds apart and they also talked about the dangers of taking the irreversible step of having sex with others. They both did realise that they wanted to do something to recreate the sexual tension and thrill of what happened on 'the wedding night', and so the safest first step was to get some porno and get horny together watching it. Maybe they'd invite others over when they had seen enough porn and found something that wouldn't scare or shock their more open minded friends, Dave and his new wife Jessica perhaps.
Cheryl still remembered Dave's wandering hands at his OWN wedding, the dirty bugger. The four had met up since and had good times together as friends, and she often caught Dave checking her out which she didn't mind one bit. In fact it was flattering and when she told Gary, he would suggest a swap as he found Jess to be a young hottie in the making. Dave and Jess were 20 and 19, whilst Gary and Cheryl were 27 and 25. Gary joked to Cheryl that they would have to work fast if he was going to get to fuck young Jessica while she was still a teenager. This always got a thump on the arm from Cheryl and a response that a young stud like Dave 'could probably fuck me all night long', so she would be the winner on the arrangement.
Back to this evening. Gary escorted Ian, the visitor, into the lounge to meet Cheryl. She was temporarily taken aback when she saw him in the flesh, even though Gary had shown her a picture that had been sent in email. Gary had struck up a conversation with Ian over Yahoo Messenger when he had found out that Ian lived less than an hour away, and sold and rented adult DVDs. After some internet chat and getting to know and trust him more, Gary and Cheryl decided to invite him round for a drink and talk about his wares. Cheryl looked at him now and was still surprised at how similar he was to the guy in the porno they had seen some months ago, and more than a passing resemblance to Dave's dad. Ian was about 5' 8", dark haired and mostly bald on top, in good shape for a man of 48, but it was his winning smile and the sparkle in his warm brown eyes that made Cheryl's tummy feel a little funny. She had harboured fantasies about older men like most women do when younger, and she remembered fancying several of her school chum's fathers, and not only Jess's dad. Ian smiled at her, and shook her hand in hello, holding it just a fraction longer than necessary, causing the tummy tingling again. He gave a sort of half wink before turning back to Gary who was asking if he would like a drink.
Ian accepted, "I'll have a glass of wine, red if you have any open, thanks. I'm driving so don't make it too large", and he smiled again. He turned back to Cheryl and this time took the opportunity to really drink her in. She was actually wearing the same basque and panties as on 'the wedding night' but with seamed fully-fashioned white nylons this time, and white patent heels. Over this she wore Gary's favourite white skirt, just above the knee but thin enough to actually see the outline of her underwear in the right light, or if she did her teasing thing of stretching it by standing with feet astride. It always got Gary hard, and it was just on the decent side of tarty. She complemented this with a lemon silk blouse, which was fitted but slightly looser than the skirt. Again the outline of the basque could be seen at the back and shoulders by the aware observer, but only when her position or posture caused the thin material to stretch, when she bent down for example. She had a white pearl necklace with matching drop earrings, and her blonde shoulder length hair was 'up' and held with a single white hairgrip at the back and top, showing her lovely neck and face.
