When the week of the wedding arrived, I flew up to New England to spend a few days with some other grad school friends before the wedding in CT. It was just what I needed. I live inland now far away from the ocean, away from fresh lobster, and away from the Sox. So I was keen to spend a few days soaking up the New England lifestyle.
The wedding was a typical wedding but beautiful. It was held at Sara's grandparents home in western Connecticut. One of the most beautiful pieces of land I have ever seen. As we made our way to the tent for the dinner, I ran into multiple old friends I hadn't seen in two years. It was good to catch up with them and see what they were doing and how life was going. One of those friends was Sarah (not the bride). I had met Sarah during my final year of law school. She was working towards a counseling degree.
As the reception really started going, after the meal, I was making my rounds talking with various people. While making my rounds, I noticed someone I didn't know.
"I'm Chris."
"Taylor."
"How do you know the bride or groom?" I asked.
"I volunteer at the clinic Sara interned at. You were Ryan's roommate right?"
"No. We met in law school and became really good friends. So do you still volunteer for the clinic?"
"Occasionally. I've been working on setting up a couple of exhibits."
"Oh are you an artists?" I ask.
"Yep." She had the look of an artist. Her arms were loaded with tattoos, had piercings in the middle of both lips, and multiple rings in each ear.
"I see you've met my date for the evening," Sarah said.
"Where's Mike?"
"He's on a dig in Montana. I haven't seen him in three months!" she exclaimed as she took a drink of her vodka cranberry juice.
"Oh wow. I'm going to get another drink, would either of you like a refill?"
"I'm good," said Taylor.
"I would," Sarah said.
"Vodka cranberry?"
"I don't know. I'll go with you." We ambled off to the bar.
"I have to confess, when we first met I had a bit of a crush on you," I said somewhat sheepishly.
"Really?"
"Yeah," I blushed.
"Probably my big tits. HAHAHA!'
"No. You're really pretty, funny, and the tits don't hurt," I said. She is very cute. She's a curvy, a little extra around her stomach but still wears it well. Her eyes are a deep brown that match her shoulder length hair.
"You're such a sweet guy. I can't believe you're single. I know! I should set you up with Taylor!"
"Thank you. But I can be a bit of an ass."
"I should've guessed. I am attracted to asses."
"Oh, does Mike let you ...?"
"Fuck you."
"I don't think he would appreciate it." She laughed.
"No. He won't even let me put a finger in his ass."
"Does he put it in your ass?"
"Noo! I hear it feels amazing. That you orgasm like crazy. At least, that's what my clients say." She tried to swirl her straw but the glass slipped from her hands and landed at my feet. "Oh, I'm so sorry!"
"It's ok. At least one of us is getting a little wet."
"Who said you were the only one getting a little wet?" she asked with a mischievous grin. "Do you need to use the restroom? I really need to use the restroom."
"I could use the restroom," I said as coolly as I could. I could feel my cock getting harder knowing what was about to happen. We walk not exactly together but not exactly apart towards the restrooms. Sarah opens up the door and walks in; I take a quick look over my shoulder to make sure it isn't too obvious what's about to happen.
As soon as the door closed,she pushed her lips against mine and my hands found her hips and pulled her close. As our tongues danced, my hands slid up and down her. One hand moving toward her double d cup tits, the other toward her perfect ass. As my hand cupped her ass, she moaned.
"I've wanted this for so long," she panted.
I began to kiss down her neck and moved my hand from her ass toward her slit. As I found her hemline, I traced my finger around the front of her hip. She let out a giggle. When I found my target, I noticed her panties were off and her pussy was wet.
"Someone's a little naughty," I said smiling.
"I knew there would be someone to take care of my needs. I'm lucky it's you," she said before planting another kiss on my lips. My middle finger circled her clit. Once, twice, three times. Then I slid my middle two fingers into her sopping wet pussy.
While I was working toward her pussy, she was moving her hand to my crotch. Her hand drifted before my balls then she cupped my package. It felt so good to have someone playing with my packaged, even if it was through my slacks. Her hand found my buckle and managed to free my cock from my underwear and slacks. With the expertise of a pro, she broke our kiss, pulled her hips away from my sticky fingers, and dropped to her knees. With one swift motion she took my cock deep into her mouth.
"Ooh" I moaned. "That feels so good Sarah." She just kept sucking and jacking. I was worried I wouldn't last too long.
"Mmm. You taste good." She spent a few minutes preparing my cock for the main event. When she was ready, she released my cock from her mouth and stood up. She turned around and bent over. She lined my cock up with her slit and backed up.
"Fuck me hard! Fuck me like my husband doesn't!"
I grabbed her hips and began fucking her. This wasn't slow, this wasn't sensual. This was passionate, raw fucking. We were fucking quickly. It took no time at all for us to get our rhythm. As I would pull back, she would lean forward; as I would thrust, she would push back. As we were fucking, my thumb found her ass. I circled her ring a few times and pushed the tip of my thumb in as I pushed my cock deep into her sopping cunt.
"Aah!" she cried in pleasure pain.
"Did that hurt?" I asked.
"It feels amazing." I did my best to open her ass while fucking her. But if you've ever tried to loosen a girl's ass while fucking her pussy, it's not easy. Eventually, I pulled out. I got down on my knees and licked her asshole, using my saliva as lube. I managed to get two fingers in her ass.
"Relax you butt muscles."
"How?"
"Push out a little bit." She did. I pushed my fingers in a little further. She tightened up again. I did my best to expand her hole.
"Again." And again she pushed out a little bit and I put a little more of my fingers in. Eventually, we got to the point to where my fingers were completely in her ass. Slowly, I began to thrust my fingers in and out.
"How does this feel?"
"AMAZING!"
"Good." I pulled my fingers from her ass and put the tip of my cock at her back entrance.
"Push out." She obeyed and the tip of my cock entered into her asshole. She let out a gasp.
"Just breathe Sarah. Just relax. If this hurts or is too much, just say 'husband'." Yes, I know I'm a dick using the word 'husband' as the safe word while I fuck a married woman. But I recognize it.
Much like with my fingers, eventually my entire cock is in her ass. It felt amazing.
"Oh my GAWD! I can't believe I've never done this! This feels so great!"
Slowly I began to fuck her. Again, we found our rhythm quickly. And as she began to feel comfortable, she picked up the pace. It didn't take too long and I began to feel her rectum tighten.
"Oh my god, oh my god, OH MY GAWD!" Sarah's legs began to shake as her orgasm overtook her. That was almost too much. Her orgasm caused her to tighten enough and the pleasure was too much. I shot my load deep into her bowls.
"Oh fuck, that felt good," I said as we fell to our knees. "Is it ok that I came in your ass?"
"Better than my pussy. I don't know how I'd explain to Mike getting pregnant while he was in Montana." I kissed the back of her neck. "We should get back to the party before everyone knows we fucked."
We straightened our clothes and staggered our exit from the restrooms. After a few minutes, we both found our way to the bar.
I smiled. "That was fun."
"It was. I'm at the Wyndham, room 213. If you're not too tired ..."
"What about Taylor?"
"What about Taylor?" She said with a smile.
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