This wedding was not about LeAnn. Not that she expected it to be, she was just a guest. The wife of a groomsman who didn't know anybody else. But LeAnn couldn't escape the thought that something should be about her.
She thought back to her wedding with Matt. Back then she was young, beautiful, and so optimistic about their future. Today LeAnn felt old, unattractive, and generally pissed off at the world. Not that she was old or unattractive. She had recently passed forty very gracefully. Although she could pick out plenty of flaws with her gradual weight gain. Especially in comparison to Matt's perpetually skinny build.
Which was the most irritating thing about today. Matt was acting like a dumb frat boy again. Far from the sensitive, mature young man she initially fell for. Tonight, she had lost her husband to group mentality, and he hadn't focused on her at all. His focus was on the party, which was full of skinny young boobs and asses.
Happy or not, LeAnn still made a game effort to look her best. She was wearing one of her favorite pink dresses. Low cut and ending just below her knee. It fit much tighter now, but to be honest that highlighted her considerable curves and kept her increasing breast size on full display. Her hair was in a controlled messy bun and nice legs were covered in a white nylon. She'd look like a sure thing to any potential suitor if she had a more welcoming smile.
Helping her feel even more alone was the fact that she was seated by herself. The table was set for six people, but so far it was just her. LeAnn sat lonely and frustrated, looking at her husband's inconsiderate good time.
"Is this seat taken?" A scratchy voice asks from above. LeAnn spins around, the question awakening her from her drifting depression.
"Huh?" She asks as she takes in the site of an old man giving her a warm smile. Gradually inspiring her to straighten herself up. "I don't know. So far it is just me."
"Do you mind if I join you?" He asks like a gentleman.
"Please." LeAnn responds, pulling out the chair next to her as he sits. "I'm happy to have the company."
"Me too." The old man agrees. "I never know anybody at these things. So, I try to find the most attractive partner, if possible."
"Oh, my husband is a groomsman." LeAnn replies instinctively, pointing to Matt. She wasn't bothered by the old man's comment but didn't think much of it either.
"Then hopefully I've found attractive friend." He says with a smile. "My name is Albert."
"LeAnn," she shakes his strong wrinkly hand and starts getting more comfortable. "What's your connection to the couple?"
"I'm an old friend of the family. And I do mean, 'old'." He chuckles, continuing to disarm the normally dour wife. And he wasn't wrong. He looked to be over seventy, completely bald, and very overweight. Still, he had a handsome face with a confident swagger.
The mismatched, lonely pair continued to sit together having a wonderful time through dinner. LeAnn learned that Albert had never married and enjoyed the freedom of being single. He admitted to trying to find a new girl at each wedding. LeAnn understood that she was his current score. And she was all for it. Her husband continued to be distant and stupid. But it stopped bothering her as she felt more seen by Albert's experienced eyes.
As the dance began LeAnn made several attempts to get Matt on the dance floor. But the bar was in the hallway and there was no shortage of friends that were more important to Matt tonight. A bored LeAnn pondered just returning to her hotel room and calling it a night.
Then she noticed Albert taking a bridesmaid to the dance floor as a slow song began. This made LeAnn more upset than anything else so far. She marched over to the dance floor and got in the middle of Albert and his potential blonde bridesmaid.
"I'm sorry," LeAnn says, trying to play sweet and innocent. "But he did promise me a dance." The bridesmaid gives her a snarl, but LeAnn was clearly not going to back down. Albert leads the assertive wife of another man to the dance floor, where she snuggles up against his soft but strong body.
"As much as I wanted a dance, I don't recall asking for one." Albert playfully points out.
"I'm just sick of not going for what I want." LeAnn states.
"And what are you wanting, my dear?" The old man asks with extreme interest.
"I want to be wanted. And you're the one I want to want me." LeAnn pulls him in, and they kiss deeply, with no regard for anyone around them. And as two of the most inconsequential guests, not even LeAnn's husband noticed the pairing.
The slow song led into several fun ones and two lost themselves on the dance floor. They lasted long enough to move to the traditional grinding songs. Albert was the last person you'd expect to get into Usher and Ludacris, but he understood the rhythm and he was into her.
LeAnn's large ass grinded into what felt like a long, very hard cock. Albert's strong hands were grabbing onto her love handles. This continued with LeAnn spinning around basically sliding onto the fat man, moving up and down his sizable body with unmistakable intention. Albert looked down and had the perfect view of her cleavage that she pressed into him.
The wedding started to wrap up and the two were uninterested in anything or anyone else.
"Are you staying here tonight?" LeAnn asks directly. Albert nods excitedly in response. "Let's get out of here."
LeAnn guides Albert off the dance floor. Walking past Matt, completely wasted, wrestling with other groomsmen.
"Honey, I'm going to hang out with Albert." She says, feeling a modicum of courtesy. Matt waves at her to go, not picking up what is obviously going to happen.
As the new couple makes it to the elevator, LeAnn shoves Albert against the wall. They start making out hard, ready to fuck then and there. The elevator stopped for a second with all of the shaking but continued to Albert's floor.
They are too hurried to figure out the hotel key on the first try, but they burst through the door and land on the bed with deep messy kisses. Albert is rock solid, something that LeAnn has not felt for a long time. LeAnn keeps moaning as her literal dry spell is starting to experience moisture. They start undoing each other's clothes until LeAnn stops.
