Warning: This story contains depictions of taboo subjects, extreme sexual acts and difficult sexual adult situations that some people may find offensive. If you are offended by such things, please do not read. This is a story of fiction and is meant for adult (+18) sexual entertainment and enjoyment only. I do not condone, encourage nor approve of such sexual acts. The scenes depicted in this story are entirely fantasy, all characters are +18 and do not relate to any people or events in real life.
Susan woke up from her sleep with a broad smile on her face. Today was her Wedding day, her second to be precise and this time Susan was determined to make the most of it, in more ways than one.
Susan Rogers was now 48 yrs old and it had been 3 years since her son Daniel had got married, and 3 years since the events of Daniel's wedding night. That night, Susan had worn Keira's wedding dress and her son had then fucked her, all the time while her drunken new daughter in law lay asleep beside them.
But Keira had then woken up, right in the middle of the incestuous coupling. However, despite initially being repulsed, Keira soon joined in and the three of them enjoyed a long night of sex.
After that, initially Daniel and Keira had been frequent visitors to Susan's house -- and to her bed. But as Daniel and Keira began to talk about starting a family, the visits had slowly fizzled out. This coincided with Susan's own personal life during which she had met Trevor and he was soon satisfying her sexual desires.
That had been a year ago and things had moved quickly since then. Trevor, a successful businessman was 51 yrs old, and kept himself fit through regular gym visits as well as participating in several Marathons. At 6ft 3 inches, Trevor was tall and muscular. Soft spoken, kind and generous -- it was not a surprise that Susan had fallen for him. Similar to Susan, Trevor's first marriage had also broken down, although he kept in touch with his 2 children, who both now lived and worked in the city.
Susan sat on the edge of the bed and contemplated the day. It was 7am and the ceremony wasn't until 3pm. But there was still a lot to do, she told herself with a little giggle. First off was a coffee, Susan thought to herself. The Hotel room that she was staying in and that she was getting married in was opulent, and luxurious - Trevor had insisted on it.
The room was actually a small suite, with a bedroom and separate 'living' area. At 7:15am exactly there was a knock on the door. Susan made sure her dressing gown was suitably open enough for the waiter to get a good look at her tits -- not too much of a look, just enough to tease.
When Susan opened the door, a very smart waiter greeted her and added that he had her 'breakfast'. Susan showed him in, the waiter pushing a trolley laden with food and drink, then thanked her and left. Susan pouted slightly to herself, that the waiter had not so much glanced at her tits.
Susan looked at the trolley, and at the vast amount of food on it. Orange Juice, Coffee, Milk, Cereal, Yogurt, Fruit, Toast and a wonderful full English Breakfast. Susan suddenly realised she was hungry and decided to tackle the Full English first, after downing the Orange Juice and pouring herself a coffee, of course.
At around 8am, with breakfast eaten -- Susan laid back down on her bed and finished off the last remnants of her coffee. Her mind began to drift back to that wonderful night when her own son had fucked her so wonderfully, and how her daughter in law had then joined in.
It had been so intense and so incredibly exciting, and it had all been triggered when Susan had worn Keira's wedding dress -- despite it being too small for her. Susan glanced toward the wardrobe, where her own Wedding dress now hung.
During her first wedding, she had worn a plain white dress due to her husband's reluctance to pay for a proper dress. Trevor had been quite the opposite, telling Susan to choose the dress of her pleasing regardless of cost. Trevor had made it clear to Susan that money was no object when it came to the wedding and so Susan had taken a while to finally decide on her dress.
She had chosen a cream dress, that made the most of her assets. 2 Shoulder straps about 2 inches wide, with a plunging neckline that ended just below Susan's tits. The midriff was tight, and Susan had agonised a little about it, worrying that it might make her 'tummy' look a bit flabby. The bottom of the dress, however had a split right up the middle between her legs -- with a lace front protecting her modesty. What few people realised, was that the lace front was removable, and once removed -- gave a clear view all the way up between Susan's legs. It was something that Susan knew, and planned to use to her advantage.
Susan had also purchased very lacey white underwear to wear underneath, complete with a suspender belt for the white stockings she planned to wear. She planned to give Trevor the night of his life, but before that -- Susan had another plan.
Susan and Trevor had not had sex for 2 months. It had been agreed, as both parties wanted to make it 'special' on the wedding night. Prior to that of course, Trevor and Susan had had sex fairly often -- though Trevor's business took him all over the world and often meant Susan was on her own for days on end. Their reunions, however, were always hot and steamy and on occasion quite risky. Susan laughed to herself, when recalling the time when they couldn't wait and she had picked up Trevor from the airport and then given him a blow job in the Airport carpark.
It had cost her an extra £20 in parking fees, recalled Susan before giggling at the realisation that it had not been the first time she had 'paid' to give a guy a blow job recently. Suddenly, a knock on the door broke her reverie and Susan made her way to the door.
As Susan opened it, she was greeted by hoots and whistles as her 2 female friends piled into the room. They were to be her Maids of Honour and were her best friends of many years, having been at school with Yvonne and Melanie. Susan hugged each friend in turn and smiled, thanking them for turning up.
As the friends made themselves comfortable, laying out their dresses on the sofas as best they could, Susan entered the bathroom and ran the shower. It was the same 2 friends that had been with her on that fateful Hen night, Susan recalled with a shiver as she felt the hot water of the shower hit her body. And only the 3 of them knew the events of that night. Susan closed her eyes as the memory of that night came to the fore of her thoughts.
(Susan recounts to herself the events of her Hen Night).
The 3 of them had headed into the city, and had visited several bars until eventually gaining entry to a Ladies Only club. It was in fact a strip club, designed for females, and Susan had booked it after finding a pile of business card for the club in Trevor's house. Susan recalled wondering why Trevor would have such a business card, and concluded that it was perhaps to offer to the many businesswomen that he dealt with in his day to day dealings.
In the club they had consumed copious amounts of alcohol until, much to her friends amusement -- the host had pointed out Susan as a 'Hen'. There had been whistles, roars and hoots of amusement and howls of laughter as Susan was made to stand.
But she barely blushed as the young man, wearing a white shirt and black trouser, approached her. Susan knew what to expect and she wasn't disappointed. The young man, who's name apparently was Adam -- began to gyrate suggestively in front of Susan, while she cast glances toward her friends with a huge smile.
Adam was tall, around 6ft noted Susan, and very handsome. He looked to be around 25 yrs old and had a gorgeous smile that made Susan melt. It wasn't until Adam tore his shirt open however that Susan got her first glimpse of the goods on display, and that was when her mind began to race. Adam was fit, a taunt stomach and strong arms that Susan liked the look of.
When Adam tore his trouser off, Susan's heart leapt with joy. Adam sure was packing, that had been her first thought as she observed the huge bulge in Adam's underpants that went practically half way down his thigh. As he continued to gyrate sexually, thrusting his hips toward her in an obvious simulation of fucking, Susan began to wonder if she should just rip his underpants off. In truth she was unsure if she was allowed to touch him, since several other clubs she had been in had specifically banned any physical contact.
Behind Adam, slightly to the left of him stood a burly security guard and Susan immediately realised the reason for his presence. In a large sign, on a pillar nearby it said quite clearly.
