Wedding Guest Fun

The following was originally posted on another site by my husband. It remains one of our most exciting experiences, and, with several years elapsed, I thought it deserved a greater audience. Over to you Vic!

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My wife and I have relatively recently discovered the joys of extra marital sex. Not in a big way but, in the right circumstances, we have given in to our previously hidden fantasies and actually fulfilled one or two of them. I have to admit that both of us very much regret the previous 30 years of marriage when we allowed convention to dictate, and neither of us would admit our deeper desires to the other. If only we had known sooner how the other really felt about sex, we could have had an even better marriage. 30 years wasted but all we can do now is try and make up for lost time.

As I said we have fulfilled some of our fantasies - starting with a couple we met in a hotel, and moving onto a couple of dogging evenings (that is unbelievable) and my wife picking up two men in a pub and going home with them, leaving me to imagine what might be happening to her (a strange but very erotic experience).

However the most exciting thing to happen from my point of view is, on the face of it, extremely tame compared to the aforementioned. It involves my wife (obviously) but does not involve a vast amount of sex.

We had been invited to a wedding in Norfolk by a very old friend of Victoria. They had trained as nurses together and, although they rarely see one another nowadays, have kept in touch, if only at Christmas and birthdays. My wife is godmother to Linda's eldest daughter and it was her wedding day. Victoria's godmother duties have long since lapsed and she hardly knew the bride. However, as is socially correct, we had been invited to the big day.

Linda's house turned out to be a rather large place set in it's own grounds just outside a very picturesque village just outside of Norwich. The ceremony was at a charming local church and we all returned to the house where the reception was held in a marquee on the lawn.

Apart from our hosts neither Victoria or I knew anybody there so the conversation was somewhat stilted and, as a result, the two of us decided to get stuck into the wine and enjoy ourselves as best we could. Well three bottles of Zinfandel later we were certainly having a much better time. My wife, once sufficiently lubricated with alcohol, invariably becomes the life and soul of any party, and was suddenly friends with everyone. In such circumstances she has always been especially popular with the men. She is what I always describe as a man's woman, in that she prefers men's company to women, and chats to them on an almost man to man basis which they seem to love. I hope you can understand what I am trying to say.

Anyway, it wasn't long before she was surrounded by a group of men, most of them friends of the groom, all of them in their twenties. Despite her being twice their age, they were like bees around a honeypot. I have seen her like this on many previous occasions and, as usual, I just sat back and let her get on with it. After all it had never developed into anything beyond friendly banter.

After I while the wine was beginning to have its effect on me and I left the marquee for some fresh air. I wandered around the quite large garden for a while and then headed to the rather fancy portable toilets around the back of the marquee for a pee. When I got there I found a bit of hassle going on as there was a problem with the flushes and things were overflowing. Dave, our host, apologised profusely and directed me into the house to use one of the bathrooms.

I strolled across the lawn, into the house and up the stairs to the bathroom. Having done the necessary, I was drying my hands when I heard noises outside on the landing. I assumed someone else was waiting their turn and was about to open the door when I recognised Victoria's voice. Well it wasn't really her voice, it was her laugh or, rather, her giggle. I immediately froze. What was going on out there?

"Oh my god, I shouldn't be doing this" I heard her say. Then "No no don't stop for fucks sake". This followed by some rather loud groans. My mind was in turmoil. What was going on out there? Should I just stay where I was and listen? Should I charge out and demand an explanation?

In the end, after hearing numerous more groans and heavy breathing, I did none of the above. Instead I very quietly slipped the lock and slowly pulled the door open just a little bit. Outside, on the other side of the landing, my wife was pinned against the wall by one of the groom's friends. He had her arms trapped above her head with one hand, whilst the other had pushed her dress up almost to her waist and was now extremely busy inside her panties. Although my view was not the best, I could see that he had at least two fingers inserted inside her and he was vigorously fingering her for all he was worth.

Another quandary! What should I do now? In fact this time it was easy for me. The sight of my wife in such a position, being fingered by a complete stranger, twenty five years her junior, groaning loudly and uttering all sorts of obscenities was a truly wonderful thing! I realised that I was playing with myself through my trousers and that I was as hard as a rock. In fact I honestly cannot recall ever being so hard. Down came my flies and out came my cock. And there I stood, ten feet away from my wife as a young man brought her to a shuddering orgasm.

Suddenly I had a moment of sanity. I needed to record this for posterity! I took out my mobile and, ever so carefully, took a picture of them. It wasn't the best of pics, taken through a partially open door, but better than nothing.

Despite my wife's orgasm, the young guy was still busy inside her panties, and I could hear her edging him on with all sorts obscene comments. I could see that she was so close to cumming again when, horror of horrors, another couple came up the stairs. Victoria was totally too far gone to notice, or even care, and her new friend merely smiled at them as they passed. "Don't mind us, we're looking for a bedroom" the man said as they disappeared down a corridor. I could hear them laughing as they went. I definitely heard the words "old enough to be his mother".

With that Victoria gave out an almighty roar as she climaxed a second time. It went on and on, and I actually saw her legs buckle with the force of it. She collapsed against the wall panting loudly and pulled him against her, giving a long kiss. "Thank you so much," she said, "that was unbelievable - now it's your turn." Her hand unzipped his flies and disappeared inside. After some fiddling it reappeared with a very respectable cock in it. The end of it was glistening with pre-cum and a big drop fell to the floor.

"Oh my god just do it" he begged, and Victoria slowly moved her hand up and down the length of his cock. Unfortunately they moved slightly and, from my angle, I couldn't quite see everything that was going on but, after a very short time, he gave out a mighty groan and I could see his cum spurting onto the floor. "Fucking hell" he said "that was the horniest thing I have ever done!"

"Likewise" said my wife "but I might just do that again sometime." With that she tidied her hair and her dress, grabbed his hand and led him down the stairs back to the reception.

I closed the bathroom door and sank to the floor. I just couldn't believe what had just happened. It was simply the horniest, randiest, dirtiest, most fantastic thing I had ever experienced! And Victoria hadn't even taken her clothes off! My cock was still out and I found myself wanking like a maniac. After a very short time I shot the biggest load of my entire life!

It took me quite some time to calm down enough to return to the marquee. No one seemed to have missed me and I found Victoria talking to her friend Linda. "Oh there you are" she said "where have you been?" I took my phone from my pocket and showed her the picture I had taken. It was so funny, she just didn't know what to say or do. There she was, in front of her friend, looking at a picture of herself being well and truly fingered by one of the other guests, a man 25 years younger.

Somehow she managed to keep her composure, well almost, and I steered her away to a quiet table. "You bastard!" she whispered "Were you watching all the time? I told her exactly what had happened and, more to the point, the fantastic effect it had on me. "I loved you more at that moment than I have ever done before" I told her. And that is totally true, I have never known such a defining moment in my life.

Our search for sexual adventures goes on, but I can truthfully say, whatever else we get up to, for me, nothing will surpass our experience that night.

And I have a wonderful picture to prove it!