I love going to weddings. Free beer, free food, everyone's dressed up and everyone's usually in a jovial mood. The one thing I love most about weddings though are the few lonely wives while their husbands are getting drunk and stupid. You see, I am by no means an alpha male or even "George Clooney" handsome. I'm your average looking guy who blends in easily and easily forgettable. I'm not an overly aggressive guy and won't force anything on anyone but I have a secret perversion that I want to live out if only once. There's something about married women and especially if they have kids that simply turns me on. I blame the whole "MILF" mantra, you know, Mom I Love to Fuck. Ever since I heard about that in college, I have been hooked on this perversion.
So here I am, at a friend of a friend of a friend's wedding and it's been months since I last had sex. I figured tonight would be a good night to try and see if I can get lucky with a MILF. I have to be smart about it though. All the conditions must be right in order for me to have a chance of success and that was when I spotted her. Drunk husband? Check. Been ignored most of the night by her husband? Check. She's been drinking too? Check. Does she look bored or upset? Yes, check. That was when I overheard her saying that she was going to go sit in the car while her drunk husband continued to make a fool of himself on the dance floor. I figured now was my chance so I grabbed a drink and headed outside to intercept her.
I timed it perfectly. She came around the corner outside and we crashed right into each other. She exclaimed, "Oh I'm so sorry!" My drink flew all over me with a few spots on her dress. Being the gentleman that I was, I had one arm purposely placed around her waist drawing her into me so that she wouldn't fall. I apologized too and we laughed about it.
"Please, let me help you," I said as I pulled out my handkerchief and guided her towards the water fountain.
I found out her name was Amber and married to Roman with 2 kids. The groom was her husband's old high school friend so she didn't really know anyone there. We talked easily to each other for over an hour and I found myself really enjoying her company. She was beautiful, smart and the epitome of a MILF. I didn't want our night to end but we could see people beginning to leave.
"I should probably go find my husband now but it was really nice meeting you and I'm so sorry again about your shirt," she said with that beautiful smile that made my heart skip a beat.
I knew I may never see her again so I quickly suggested, "hey, how about a quick picture with our awesomely stained shirt and dress?" I told her my phone's camera didn't take good pictures so she used her phone's camera to take a selfie of us together. She texted the picture to me and as much as I hated for our night to end, we said our goodbyes.
It wasn't until a few days later that I texted Amber which started our string of texts over the next two months. I flirted with her incessantly and while she often reminded me she was a happily married woman, she also never seriously asked me to stop. We became comfortable enough that we starting meeting for lunch. We really did have a lot in common and shared the same sense of humor. She was a medical professional and I worked for an organization that provided support and counseling for children with cancer. Because of the things my work did, we were often called the "local make a wish" guys. Naturally, every now and then, there would be a special kid that you get close to and it was one of those kids that lost their life to cancer that morning. I was truly devastated and Amber sensed it right away when we met for lunch. It was also the first time that she held me longer than a friendly hug. Her expensive perfume, soft hair, large breasts against my chest. I pulled away because of my growing erection but she mistook it for me rejecting her. I felt embarrassed and didn't want to cause a scene but as she grabbed my hand, I said to her, "if you can...I mean...I don't want to...maybe I should just be alone...go home."
"No, no, let me make a quick call. You need a friend and I am here for you," Amber said.
I couldn't believe she wanted to stay with me. I started thinking with my other head. There was no doubt that there was an attraction between us and while my original motivation was to have sex with her for her MILF status, I came to value our relationship more than a satisfaction of my perversion. That perversion has actually been satisfied through the mother of one of the kids I counseled. Her husband was nonexistent since he was in the army and she was actually the one who initiated our affair; although she made it clear that it was purely sex and nothing more. I was happy to oblige. Amber, on the other hand, would be different if we took it to the next level and I intended to find out how far we can go with this.
Amber followed me home and we spent an hour talking while she consoled me. I was starting to get teary-eyed and wanted to excuse myself but when I looked up at her beautiful face, she too had tears in her eyes. It felt so natural as I moved in to kiss her, slowly at first and then with an urgency. I was on fire and could feel my hard cock straining to escape the confinement of my jeans. I placed my hand on her leg and began exploring, pushing the the boundaries. Amber's hand was resting on my chest when I moved it down towards my cock as my own hand moved up to touch her breasts. A moan escaped her lips into my mouth and I could feel her heart pounding to the same beat as mine. Our tongues danced and I wanted nothing more than to take her right there. My hand slipped under her blouse and that was when she tried backing away but I moved forward to continue tasting her sweet lips. I cupped her full C sized breasts and pinched her nipples which made Amber moan again. Her right hand was now touching my cock through my jeans while her left hand was on my back. I have never been so hard in my life. I needed to be in her, in this incredible woman. I moved my hand down and slipped it into her pants and alas, felt how wet she was through her satin thong.
"Wait, wait, we have to stop, please, I'm married," Amber said as she breaks away from our kiss.
I ignored her protest and tried kissing her again. I kissed her cheeks and then her neck. She moaned again in pleasure but gently pushed me away. "I'm so sorry, we should never have..." as she stumbles to the door to leave grabbing her keys. I made one last attempt but she exited before I was able to do any more. I was so horny my balls were ready to explode. I quickly took out my cock and began stroking it. That was when I noticed Amber forgot her phone. Like all women, I knew she would have pictures of herself so I scrolled through her photos and found one of her posing in a swimsuit. It was perfect! I came within seconds while staring at her picture. I'm not ashamed to say that I masturbated again that night to her photos while in bed which led to me having the most vivid dream of making love to that sexy little body of hers. I was going crazy!
As I was getting ready for work the next morning, I heard a knock and thought it was strange that someone would visit this early in the morning. I was still in my boxers when I opened the door to find a nervous Amber asking to come in. "I think I left my phone here yesterday, is it here?"
"Yes, it's umm, in my room," I said sheepishly and pointed towards my room as I walk towards my screeching tea kettle to turn it off.
Amber was facing my night stand checking her messages of which I knew there were several. I approached and the vision before me was pure heaven. The sunlight came in going through her white skirt which showed the outline of her legs and that spot in between her legs that I wanted to be in so badly. My cock was already hard and like a moth to a fire, I couldn't stop myself from wrapping my left hand around her waist, my right hand reaching to touch her bare skin on her right leg, my lips to her neck where I could smell her perfume, and my hard cock pushing against her tight little ass.