Three weeks ago, we - my wife Mar and I - attended a family wedding here in town. My niece, Anne Marie, was marrying Lynn Connor, the guy she'd been cohabitating with for the past year, and my brother Mac and sister-in-law Michelle couldn't have been happier. Mac's my oldest brother and is an old fashioned guy, and it bothered both he and Michelle that their daughter was "living in sin" with her beau. Like I said, we all knew they had different views than the rest of the family, who really didn't think it was that big a deal.
Anyway, the wedding was held on Saturday, at the church we, the family, all attend and the reception followed in the church hall. Our home is only six blocks from the church, and since the weather was pleasant, we decided to walk to the church. One advantage of doing so was that we could both have a drink or two (or seven) at the reception without having to worry about an impaired driving charge.
The wedding went off very well. The couple looked great -- you could tell they were very much in love -- and Mar sniffled through most of the ceremony, as she does at every wedding.
After the church had emptied out, we hung around the hall for awhile with a few others, as the wedding party went off to have pictures taken. Many of the guests headed for a nearby hotel to visit the lounge. I guess they wanted to get a head start on drinking.
I was getting rather bored, so I suggested we take a walk around the neighborhood. Mar was all in favour of the idea, so off we went. There were a lot of well preserved older homes in the area, many with nicely kept yards, and a few where the front yards had been been done over into masses of perennials and shrubs. We had been working to establish a perennial garden in our own yard, so we spent quite a while checking out the way some of the homeowners had successfully mixed their plantings.
We were gone longer than expected and when we got near the hall, there were quite a number of guests making their way toward it. A trio of well dressed young guys had just piled out of a car at the curb and were walking just in front of us.
I nudged Mar and whispered. "Maybe you can hook up with one of them tonight."
She gave me a shot with her elbow. "Don't you think of anything besides sex, you pervert?" she hissed back and then winked to let me know that she wasn't serious.
I should add a note of explanation here: About a year ago, after some marital problems, we agreed that our sex life had grown stale. We'd been married for 25 years, and while we were as close emotionally as ever, sex had lost something for us. After a lot of discussion, most of it in bed, we decided that we'd open our relationship to others. We set some ground rules, the most important being that we'd each seek the other's permission before embarking on a sexual adventure of any sort.
So far, Mar had been the more active. She'd spent a couple of evenings with a friend from Vancouver, who traveled to our city on a regular basis. On one occasion, he'd brought his wife with him, and we'd swapped partners for the weekend. Mar had also had the opportunity to give a young co-worker a good-bye fuck before he left to take a new job in the US. She'd really enjoyed that evening, as the young stud had a larger than average endowment, and great recuperative powers. She was sore for a week afterwards, but claimed it was worth it. My activity had been limited to the weekend swap, and that was fine by me. I didn't think I wanted to pursue any close friends, or local business acquaintances, and my job didn't have me meeting any women from out of town.
We went through the receiving line (I swear, when our girls get married, if they do, there will be no receiving line), and then grabbed a spot at a table where a few friends had parked themselves. Everyone else at the table had gotten a head start on drinking, so I went to the bar and got a couple of glasses of wine for Mar and a double CC and ginger for myself. I almost always drink beer, but that night I opted for the hard stuff.
The meal was served shortly afterwards, and it was great. The Women's League had catered the supper and it was home cooked and wonderful. Nothing fancy, but very tasty. They served cake and ice cream, of course, for desert. Once the tables were cleared they brought around more wine and the toasts began. (Here's another tradition that's going to be broken at my kids' weddings). I was wishing for time to speed up so I could get up and get another CC.
Finally, the last speaker, one of Anne Marie's friends, sat down, and everybody gave her a big hand, knowing that the serious partying could begin.
Shortly afterwards the music started and, as expected, Mar dragged me up to dance. I have absolutely no sense of rhythm, and usually hate to get up in front of anybody to dance, but having had a couple of doubles to loosen me up, I did my duty and danced a few dances with my wife, then returned to our table.
After sitting for a few minutes, Mar got up. "I see Elaine over there. I'm going to see how she's been."
Elaine was a school chum of Mar's. They got together a few times a year to catch up on each other's lives, so she was going to be occupied for an hour or more. I wandered around, talking to friends and family members. One of the people I bumped into was Lucy.
I'd first met Lucy when I was fifteen, and she was twenty -one. She was Allan's girlfriend, and Allan was my brother Mac's best friend. She and Allan were frequent visitors for our house, and to put it succinctly, she drove me absolutely nuts. Of course, at fifteen, virtually anything would cause me to sprout wood. I was a walking, talking hard-on, and she, innocently enough, had me beating my meat at every opportunity. She was very attractive, but what drove my fantasies were her large, sloopy tits, on a tall, slim frame. I had never touched a female's breasts, but my imagination didn't care. In my mind's eye, I kissed Lucy's, fondled, them, even rubbed my hard cock on them as I squirted load after load of my seed into wads of toilet paper. Of course, being fifteen, I was as obnoxious as most boys that age, so she and I fought frequently, and I didn't think she ever knew of the crush I had on her.
Alan and Lucy married later that year, but by that time, I'd started hanging around with girls my own age, but I never lost my fascination with her breasts.
Sadly, Alan was a heavy smoker who ignored his doctor's advice to quit, and dropped dead of a heart attack one day. It was a black day for our family, because Alan and Lucy and their kids really were part of our extended family. That was five years ago, and Lucy seemed to have recovered from Alan's death and had carried on with her life. At fifty-one, she was still a knockout, certainly more elegant than she was in her twenties, and she still had those killer boobs.
We talked for a while, about our respective families. Then a song caught her ear.
"Come on, Donnie, let's dance."
I objected but it didn't do me any good. We danced to several rock numbers, and the booze I'd consumed lowered my inhibitions enough to keep me from feeling like a complete dork. When the next tune started, I knew it was time to get off the floor, It was The Spirit of the West's "Home For a Rest" and I knew that the younger guests would be jumping around the floor, flinging themselves about with abandon, and there was just no way Lucy and I could do that. It was certainly fun, though, and we stood at the edge of the dance floor and watched them go.
The next one was a slower number and Lucy dragged me back onto the floor, and pulled me close to her, tight against those magnificent mammaries.
After a few minutes, inhaling her perfume and bumping against her, I had an erection. It was impossible not to nudge her with it, and as soon as I did, she looked at me briefly.
"Oh, my..." she whispered throatily. "Aren't you the naughty one."
I....I'm sorry, Lucy," I stammered.
"Oh, Donnie, don't be. I'm flattered. That's very sweet." she paused. "So you haven't changed much since you were fifteen, I see."
I was stunned. I was sure that my infatuation with her had been my secret.
"You knew?"
"Oh, yes. I don't know how Mac knew, but he made sure that I knew, and Allan too. He always kidded Allan about you being his competition. We never said anything. We knew you'd have been traumatized if we had."
"I guess I've still got it, eh?" and she pressed herself against me briefly, I think to make sure that I stayed hard. "If I didn't know you're a happily married man, I'd drag you home with me and take advantage of you."
"OK." was all I said, and gave her a lopsided smile
She stepped back and stared at me, then grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the bar. We got fresh drinks, and found a spot to sit, where no friends or family were within earshot.
Once seated, she began grilling me immediately. "Are you two having trouble at home? God, I thought you and Marilyn were the most stable couple I knew."
I held up my hand. "Whoa! You're jumping to conclusions. Everything is fine at home."
"You just suggested that you'd go home with me. That doesn't sound good to me."
I gave Lucy a brief recap of our "arrangement", and ended by taking her hand in mine, and whispering, "I can't think of anyone I'd rather spend an evening with. But not tonight, I'm afraid. I'd want to let Mar know about it, and besides, it's getting pretty late. I'm liable to doze off any time now".
That was a huge lie. I was in hyperdrive, thinking that there was a chance of getting horizontal with my teen-aged crush.
"I'll talk to Mar and phone you tomorrow, OK?" I reached out and gave her knee a squeeze.
The walk home from the hall was quiet. We were both still somewhat buzzed as I asked Mar if she'd gotten close to any of the young guys. She admitted that she'd been half in the bag all evening, and although she was very horny, she'd spent all our time apart talking.
"How 'bout you? Any of those young cuties wanting to jump your bones?" She kidded.
"Actually, I did hook up with someone".
She turned and looked at me with an air of surprise. "Really?"
"Yeah." I answered. "Didn't you think I would at some point?"
"I guess I really didn't think about it too much. Who's the lucky girl?"
"Lucy."
"Lucy McCall?"
"Uh huh. She's the only Lucy we know."
Mar didn't respond immediately, and when she did it was just a halfhearted "Oh."
I waited a while before I spoke. "Are you OK with it? I get the feeling that you're not too enthusiastic about this."
"I don't know, Don. I'll have to think about it."
