About 5 years after Tiny's mum, Mrs X, (willingly) took away my innocence I found myself enjoying a brief but fantastic evening with her again. I'd continued to have the odd liaison with Mrs X following that summer, mainly a frantic shag when I was staying over to visit Tiny, but nothing worthy of story here. Until this happened.
The wedding took place in Cheshire in Tiny's fiancé's parents' village, somewhere just outside Chester that was a beautiful setting. The village had a quaint church where the ceremony took place, a cracking little pub where we met before and after and then Phoebe's parents house which made up for in style what they lacked in farmland when compared to Tiny's.
I had been given the honour of being Tiny's best man, but I was equally invested in Phoebe's side of the family as she was a Uni friend I'd introduced to Tiny when he came up to Oxford. The rest was history, and I was thoroughly delighted they were now getting married as they were a perfect match.
I was with my girlfriend, Rachel, who I had meet only 6 months before but we seemed to be getting on well, so I thought, why not, introduce her to my school mates, at least the ones I still cherished despite going separate ways when we all left for Uni. Rachel was what my father would have called a 'game bird' in the sense that she was very free in the bedroom, not promiscuous outside of it, just up for trying most things with me. I'd certainly developed since that summer of 'riding lessons' with Mrs X where she definitely gave me a solid foundation to work from.
Rachel and I were staying in a pub that Tiny's family had taken over, not the one used either side of the ceremony but another in the same village just a bit further away from the church for ladies in heels to be bothered with. The wedding was in the afternoon so after lunch Rachel and I had retired to our room to get dressed, me in a morning suit and Rachel in a lovely summer dress that showed off he curvy figure to great effect. She'd followed my suggestion of wearing all white lingerie and it was whilst she'd shown me the ensemble I'd been moved to show my approval.
Rachel had been abroad with some girlfriends the week before and the white suspenders, bra, stockings and tiny panties looked amazing against her tan skin. I was particularly excited by the view from the rear where I could see her pussy, bulging slightly through her tiny panties, visible between the gap in her thighs, present even when she stood with her legs together. I asked her to touch her toes where I saw how her asshole peaked around her thong-like knickers.
Rachel was initially bothered I'd mess her hair and make up when I dived behind her, slipped her knickers off and started tonguing her pussy and ass from behind. Her protestations stopped and the encouragement started when I made her cum with my tongue and then my cock, fucking her pussy hard, driven on by the horny vision she was. She pleaded for me not to cum in her though as she didn't want to be dripping all afternoon and offered to swallow it instead, which I was delighted to agree to.
Having finished our dressing, then met for beers with Tiny and his family we moved to the church where I met his parents and his other sister. I introduced them to Rachel and Mrs X whispered something like "She's gorgeous, well done," to me as we hugged. She also gave my cock a squeeze and groaned, "lucky bitch" as we parted. Walking to church with a hard on was slightly problematic but the mental distraction of my role in the church and then my speech later soon allowed it to deflate.
I won't bore you with the details but in summary, Tiny smashed it with his speech, Phoebe's dad was equally brilliant and mine, if I say so myself, brought the house down. I had the benefit of knowing Tiny since he was 13 so I had a few stories to share. The rest of the afternoon and evening went swimmingly and at about 1 in the morning Rachel and I retired to our room.
I wasn't going to let her refusal to let me cum in her go unchecked so she found herself tied to the bed with a dressing gown chord around both wrists and the bedstead, very willingly, where I'd alternated between licking her pussy and fucking it until I'd cum in her. I'd added to her excitement by blindfolding her and relating a story to her; she liked me to tell her naughty stories, usually as a prelude to sex.
The story I'd narrated was one where I had taken her to a country house hotel and I'd been fucking her on a four-poster bed in front of a roaring fire when the housemaid had entered the room to attend the fire and things like towels. The maid had seen us fucking and made to leave but I'd insisted she carry on, muffling Rachel's disapproval by placing her knickers in her mouth. In the story the maid had finished her duties, and I sensed she was enjoying catching glimpses of us fucking so I beckoned her to sit on the side of the bed. I developed the story to the one where the maid ended up eating my creampie from Rachel, a direction that had Rachel writhing on the bed as I went down on her, eating my own recently deposited cum from her delicious pussy.
Rachel was cumming hard when I heard a tap on the door. Rachel didn't initially notice me leave the bed as she was still lost in her climax, so I quietly moved to open the door. I checked who it was first by looking through the spy hole in the door, where I was able to see it was Mrs X.
Slightly concerned I opened the door and beckoned her into the small hallway we had in our room.
"Is everything OK I asked," assuming she wouldn't be disturbing me at this hour if it wasn't serious, especially knowing I was here with Rachel.
Mrs X kissed me on the lips then said, "Yes, apart from John being passed out drunk on our bed and me being as horny as hell. Sorry, I forgot you were here with your girlfriend. She tastes nice."
I smiled as I realised how Mrs X knew this.
"Where are you, Tom?" Rachel asked.
"Just dealing with room service darling".
"I best go," Mrs X whispered.
"Stay, I've got an idea, follow me." I said quietly as I led Mrs X into our bedroom.
I think Mrs X was as aroused as I had been earlier by the sight of Rachel, bound by her wrists, lying spreadeagled and blindfolded on the bed in her white lingerie apart from her knickers which I had ripped off. I had put a pillow under her bum to make feasting on her cum filled pussy so much easier, a pussy which still looked wet, open and dripping now.
"Have they gone?" Rachel asked as she felt my weight on the bed again.
"No, I invited the maid in, just like the story."
