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The Reception (mf)
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Subject: STORY: The Reception [mf]
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I like weddings. Not for the typical 'romantic' reasons, but
because they are good places to get laid. The receptions have lots
of drinking, lots of sexual tension. There's dancing and double entendres
a people basically getting horny, an ideal playground.
So it was with a fair bit of excitement and hope that I drove
to a friends wedding in a small town in Minnesota. The ceremony was
the typical, kinda nice, but nothing special, and everyone left
straight from the church to the reception, held at a small town hall.
The food was good, and served buffet style, so as people made their way
through the line, I started looking for likely women to get 'friendly'
with.
I spotted almost immediatly a slim, older woman, maybe in her
late thirties. She was wearing a charcoal grey dress that came to just
above her knees, revealing strong, shapely legs in black, shear stockings.
She had black hair, falling just to her shoulders, with long, dangley silver
earrings that stood out against her tan skin.
I perked up a little when she came and sat next to me at my table,
but then I noticed the balding accountant type following her who had husband
written all over him. I smiled and introduced myself; she was Diane and
her husband Bill, and we made the introductory small talk before I dug in
and looked around for better game.
As dinner wound down, the lights dimmed, and a band began
warming up at one end of the floor. Soon they began playing top 40
cover and oldies dance type music, and I decided to move in on some of
the more likely looking women for a dance. The first woman I danced with
was about my age, with long blonde hair and blue eyes. We did the typical
non-touching dancing thing, but whenever I casually tried to close the distance
between us, she would just drift away.
After a couple of dances, we sat down to rest, and over a drink she
started making comments like 'Oh I wish my boyfriend were here....' 'It's
just not the same without him.'
Sensing a dead end, I finished my drink, and we wandered apart. I
next spied a tall red head in a green velvet dress. I ambled over, asked
her to dance, and she smiled, giving me a coy look before moving to the
floor. She was gorgeous, long firey hair cascading past her shoulders,
and large breasts pushed up by her dress that was drawn tight over full hips.
We began flirting outrageously, and after a couple of fast numbers, we
went over to her table to sit down, flushed with more than the exhertion of
dancing.
Once there, she continued to flirt with me, but also batted her
eyes at a couple of the other guys at the table, and was soon up dancing
with one of them. As I watched it became apparent that what she
was doing with me was how she reacted with everyone. I wasn't in the mood
for the moves it would take to grab and hold onto her attention, even if
she wanted to give it to me, so I went back to my table to regroup.
As I sat down, Diane was trying to get Bill to dance with her,
to no success. As I started to sit down, Bill turned to me and said
"Hey, he's been up and likes to dance, maybe he will ?"
Diane turned to me grinning "Would you ? Bill is such a stick-in-the
mud, I'll never get him up on the floor."
I shrugged and said "Sure", and followed her up to the dance floor.
Once there, I knew I'd made a mistake in discounting her at the
beginning. The song was medium slow, so I danced with one hand on her waist,
her hand on my shoulder, and our other hands clasped. There was enough
space between us to make a nun proud, but her hip was swaying more than
it had to under my hand, and her eyes were dancing as she looked at me. We
made totally pointless small talk as we moved around the floor, and I just
enjoyed watching her body move beneath her dress, and the way the light
played off her earrings when she laughed.
The rest of the evening was much the same. We danced most of the night,
never really touching, and sitting apart at the table. Bill would just
smile when we sat down, and whenever I looked back at our table when we
danced, I could tell he never took his eyes off of us, a small smile fixed
to his face.
As the evening wore on, people began to disperse, and we stood to leave.
They asked where I was staying, and it turned out we were at the same hotel.
Diane stood next to Bill, holding his arm and smiling at me, then said 'Bill
honey, we don't we invite him up for a night-cap ?'
Bill smiled and said 'Sure, that'd be great. Just follow us over and
we'll meet in the lobby. We've got a bottle of wine that we picked up earlier.'
I nodded and agreed, having a pretty good idea of what they had in mind.
I pulled in behind them in the parking lot, and followed them into
the hotel, and into their room. It was your typical hotel room, a large,
king-size bed facing a mirror on the opposite wall. Diane flipped on a lamp,
and Bill grabbed an ice-bucket, saying he had to go get some ice.
He left, and as the door swung shut behind him, Diane walked across
the room to me, wearing a half smile. She stopped about half a foot from me,
closer than we had been all night, and ran a finger down my tie. Not saying
anything, I reached out, put my hands on her hips, and pulled her unresistingly
to me. Her arms came up around my neck as we pressed togethor, mouths opening
as our lips touched.
Her body was firm as it pressed against me, and my cock stiffened
in my pants. She rubbed slowly up against it with her hips, and I cupped
her head with one hand, running my fingers through her thick hair.
She loosened my tie, and began unbuttoning my shirt, and I reached around and
unhooked and unzipped her dress, letting it fall in a pool at her feet. She
was wearing a full slip, and her nipples were standing rigid beneath the fabric.
She unbuttoned my pants, and reaching in, pulled my cock free of my underwear,
stroking and rubbing her hands over it. I pushed the straps of her slip off
her shoulders, and she stepped out of it, then sat on the edge of the bed and
pulled her shoes and hose off. I quickly shrugged out of the rest of my clothes
and sat next to her, pulling her close and pushing her down on the bed.
We lay side by side, out tongues flipping and swirling in each
other's mouths, and our hands roaming over each other's bodies.
Her breasts were small, but firm, her nipples a dark brown and
stiff as I cupped one breast and rubbed it with my palm. I ran my hand from
her breast and down across her smooth, flat stomach, then up over the
swell of her hip and down her thigh. She was rubbing my chest, occasionally
running her nails down my stomach and across the top of my hips and groin,
causing my already rigid penis to stiffen further and my balls to tighten.
I ran my hand to her thick, black pubic hair, and her legs parted as
she rolled to her back. I began rubbing the outside of her pussy lips,
then ran one finger between them, finding her already moist. I slowly
stroked her, working deeper, finally slipping my index and middle finger into
her and pumping in and out with a swirling circular motion.
At some point Bill had come back in , I think we were both too
distracted to tell when, but I noticed him standing watching us, breathing
rapidly, the ice bucket in one hand, his cock in the other. I turned my
attention back to Diane, increasing the pace of my finger-fucking. She
was working her hips against my hand, her thighs drawn up and knees apart,
although she'd periodically clench her thighs together over my hand. She
began moaning louder, and with a gasp, lifted her hips off the bed, impaling
herself deeper on my fingers. She sank back on the bed, grabbed my shoulders,
and rolled me on top of her, muttering 'Fuck me, Fuck me'
I lay between her legs, and her hand guided me into her, and after
a couple of gentle strokes, I pushed and sank all the way into her. She tossed
her head back a little, her hands on my hips, pushing me as she thrust her
hips up to meet me. I began pumping into her, holding my body up with
my hands, watching her tits bounce in time to my strokes. Her eyes were
closed, and her head thrown back, her black hair mussed and lying in a pool
around her head. I glanced over, and saw Bill sitting in one of the chairs,
now naked, stroking his cock with one hand and rubbing his balls with the
other as I fucked his wife.
I moved my arms under her legs so her knees were on my forearms,
and began slamming her as hard and fast as I could. She began thrashing her
head from side to side, calling out 'Yes, Fuck Yes, and Oh God ' and a
variety of much less coherent things. I felt my balls tighten, and drove
deep into her, arching my back as I exploded in her. I thrust a few more times,
pushing the last of my load out, and rolled to the side. Bill was standing
at the foot of the bed, and as I rolled off, he climbed on.
Diane spread her legs wide, welcoming him, and with no delay he
slid into her, her cunt dripping with my cum. She was already hot, and
he was too from the watching, and they went at it with little or no
subtlety. She started writhing with orgasms almost immediately, her nails
digging into his ass cheeks as he rode her. I watched from my side of the
bed, and finally Bill tensed, shooting into her cunt too. He moved off
to Diane's other side, gasping for breath.
Diane pressed her thighs togethor, rolling her hips on the bed,
and rubbing her legs past each other, then rolled on her side next me, and
took my cock in her hand. It was soft, but as she slowly began rubbing it,
it began to perk up. She lay with her head on my stomach, and stroking
up and down the full length of my penis with one hand, rubbed my balls with
the other until my organ was rigid again, the head standing full and purple.
Then she began licking up and down, swirling her tongue over the head, working
down, then back up again. Soon the head was coated with her saliva, and she
rubbed it against her face, running her lips over it, and finally engulfed
me entirely.
She sucked my cock with a constant pressure, never letting
up as she slid her mouth up and down, her and working in counterpoint, working
my cock in and out of the smooth, liquid friction of her mouth. I just lay
back, content to let her go, watching her in the mirror at the foot of the bed.
Bill took her hips, and moved her from her side to her knees, kneeling
with her ass facing him, wiggling in anticipation, but never taking her
mouth off me.
Bill slid into her from behind, and holding her hips, began fucking
her, the motion of his thrust being transferred to Diane's motion as she
sucked me. Diane began getting aroused, pushing back against Bill,
rotating her hips around. She moved her head faster up and down over
me, and sometimes taking her mouth off altogethor, pumping my cock in one
hand as she panted, looking over her shoulder at Bill banging her. I felt
my cum rising, and began thrusting up into her mouth, wanting to cum,
needing to cum, but trying to hold back. But finally I couldn't any more,
and as she lifted her head off my cock, I felt my load rising. It exploded
out of my cock, spraying across Diane's face. She gave a surprised 'Oh !',
and began pumping my cock for all it was worth, cum spraying on her face and
running down her hand. I think seeing me shoot my load all over his wife's
face pushed Bill over the edge. He gasped out 'Fuck...' and pushed forward,
draining off his own balls.
The festivities continued from there, long into the night, but I
think that's all that'll fit in this post. Maybe more later. ;-)
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