She was annoyed more than anything. Paul rarely did anything work related outside of his work hours, but when the invite to his line manager's wedding came he'd accepted without hesitation and without checking with Abby first. She supposed he was keen to keep on the right side of management, so she bit her tongue and made an effort.
The last half an hour or so had been interesting though. She was observing, trying to work out the couples, married or otherwise, and also taking note of those that were clearly looking elsewhere. The Groom in particular was interesting. He was all smiles as he and his new bride mingled with their guests and introduced each other to their friends, but when he didn't think anyone was looking, his face took on the appearance of a frightened rabbit caught in a car's headlights.
But that entertainment had its limits and now she had to get out for a change of scenery. Paul was still engrossed in his group of friends, so she left him to it and made her way outside. It was that time of the evening that was neither light or dark, and the air was still humid. There was other guests outside too, a few smoking, some watching the kids running around and others,like her, just taking a gentle stroll around the grounds. She found a quiet spot just around the corner from the entrance and sat down on the wall to gather her thoughts.
"You look as fed up as I feel," a voice said. She had no idea how long she'd been sat lost in her own thoughts and for a moment she didn't respond. The owner of the voice, a red haired young man she vaguely recognised as one of the wedding party, sat next to her and offered her a cigarette whilst lighting up his own.
"No thanks. And you're right, I am fed up."
"Scott, " he said, holding out his hand to shake hers. "I'm the Bride's cousin. I really hate these family things."
"Abby," she smiled back. "My boyfriend works with the Groom. I don't know anyone else here at all and he's too busy sucking up to his work mates to realise I don't want to be here."
"Well he's an idiot. He should be honoured to have a gorgeous lady like you at his side and should be paying her lots of attention." Abby felt herself blush and Scott shook his head. "I mean it. You deserve better."
"Well maybe things just got a bit better," Abby responded, hearing a tone to her voice she recognised. Without thinking, she was flirting, beginning a well practised routine that lured many men to do exactly what she wanted.
"Do you want to go for a walk?" Scott said, stubbing out his cigarette on the wall. "Find somewhere a bit quieter?"
Abby nodded, her body tingling in anticipation already. Scott wasn't going to need much persuasion, the bulge in his trousers already evident as he helped her get off the wall. Both caught each other's gaze and their fate sealed without a word. She followed a pace behind him until they were into the gardens and away from the hotel. He then took her hand and lead the way further.
"I came out here earlier in the day whilst we were having the photos done," he said. "There's a bit of the garden that's hidden, surrounded by tall hedges. It'll be nice and quiet there."
After a few moments, they found the place. It was perfect, a small wooden bench with an archway of roses above it, completely hidden from view. It was easy to forget the crowded room of wedding guests not that far away here.
They settled on the bench and both were silent for while. Abby half wondered if she'd read the situation correctly and wasn't sure if she should make a move. Then Scott squeezed her hand and touched her cheek with his other hand to make her look at him. "I may be very much out of line here," he said quietly. "But I'd really like to kiss you. Would that be Okay?"
Abby giggled. Not many guys asked permission to kiss her. She nodded her consent and his lips grazed softly against hers, testing the waters for her response. Every nerve in her body began to pulse, awakening her desires. She wanted sex, and now. She pulled Scott into an embrace, pressing her lips harder against his and forcing them apart with her tongue. He responded with a groan, tangling his own tongue against hers and pushing her against the back of the bench.
He was wasting no time now. She felt his hand move down her back feeling for the zip on her dress and then tugging on it. The dress loosened around her shoulders and moments later he was easing it down, exposing her bare breasts as they spilt out from the confines of the fabric. His mouth was on one immediately, suckling at it as he pulled the dress further down so that gathered around her waist. Abby slid her arms free and stroked Scott's hair as he shifted to the other breast, licking the hard nipple and breathing hard.
He sat up, grinning like a Cheshire cat as he unfastened his tie and began to undo the buttons on his shirt. Abby helped and soon his shirt was cast to the floor and his was pulling Abby into another kiss, her hard nipples brushing against the flesh of his chest making them tingle in pleasure. Then Scott's hand moved under the skirt of the dress, pushing between her thighs. Abby parted them to allow him to go further, and his hand quickly tugged aside the fabric of her underwear and cupped her pussy. His long middle finger slid into her easily, making her gasp out, and then his thumb was circling her clit making her hips roll as a fire in her groin ignited.
She hears herself whimper as they shifted on the bench, her laying back with Scott settling himself on top between her parted thighs, his finger fucking her as they kissed. Abby reached down to his waistband and undid his trousers, reaching inside to free his hard cock. It was good and thick, and with a couple of strokes was fully erect.
"Your boyfriend's definitely an idiot, missing out on this opportunity," Scott groaned, pausing to ease his trousers and underwear down a little further.
"But you're not an idiot, are you?" Abby purred.
"No ma'am!" He winked. "His loss, my gain." Scott gathered up the skirt until it was also bunched around her waist like the top half of the dress and positioned himself ready to fuck her.
"Do it!" Abby begged. "Put your cock in me!"
She braced herself as Scott pressed his cock against her sodden entrance, tangling her arms around his neck. With one easy push, he was inside her, probing in deeper and deeper as she welcomed him. Abby would never grow tired of this moment, each new cock she experienced felt different as it entered her for the first time. Her body took its time to adjust, the internal muscles rippling and clamping around the hard shaft as it sank into her.
"Yesss!" she groaned, the cock filling her yet still pushing further.
Scott took a deep breath and withdrew almost the whole way before slamming back inside, making her cry out. "Shhh! We don't want someone to come looking do we?" Scott hissed.
Abby bit down on her lip, Scott was right. She was going to have to control her cries but it was not going to be easy. As his mouth crushed hers, he began to thrust in and out of her with steady strokes. Both breathed hard, riding towards an inevitable climax as their bodies crashed together time and time again.
Each stroke sent waves of pleasure up and down her spine and it was taking every ounce of strength to not cry out loud. Then she felt his hips jerk against hers, followed by the familiar heat of his cum surging inside her. Scott let out a muffled groan as he thrust again, releasing a second load of cum into her receptive body.
They lay together for a few moments, kissing and caressing each other until Scott withdrew his softened cock and sat up. He was already dressing himself when Abby sat up. "I really should get back," he was saying. "I'll be missed."
Abby nodded, beginning to sort her dress out. "Of course," she said. "But thank you for that."
"Yes, thank you too. That was the last thing I was expecting to be doing today."
She watched him leave, taking a few minutes to recover herself before taking a slow walk back towards the main entrance and the wedding party. Her thighs ached and it made her smile. She certainly hadn't expected to be having sex either, especially with Paul around, but she had and it had made her want more. She felt incredibly turned on, her womb still pulsing and Scott's cum swimming around inside her.
By the time she got back inside, she already had plans to look for another fuck but first she should probably clean herself up. The queue for the ladies bathroom was insane as usual when she got there, but there was no queue at the men's so she glanced around and went inside. It was empty thankfully so she splashed some cold water on her face and went into one of the cubicles to clean herself up a bit as best she could.
She heard the door open and footsteps, someone had come in. She stilled herself, listening as whoever it was used the urinal then turned on the tap to wash his hands. She waited for a few more moments to give them time to leave then opened the door to dash out. The gentleman hadn't left, he was sat on the lid of a toilet in one of the cubicles with the door open, his head in his hands. He looked up, realising he wasn't alone, then grinned when he realised it was a woman. Abby realised it was the Groom.
"I'm sorry," Abby muttered. "The queue for the ladies... I was desperate.... I'll be out of your hair...."
"Don't go," he said. "I don't know you do I?"
"I'm Paul Harrison's girlfriend. Abby."
"Ah yes. He said he was bringing you. Having a good time?"
Abby smiled. If he'd asked about half an hour she'd have said no, but after what she'd just done in the garden her evening had improved substantially. "It's been good so far," she replied.
The Groom's smile dropped back to a serious expression and he sighed. "I wish I was enjoying this."
"It's your wedding day," Abby said. "Shouldn't it be the happiest day of your life?" She recalled the look on his face earlier in the day and wondered why he'd got married. Had he got the girl pregnant or something?
"I love Alison, don't get me wrong," he began. "But having to commit to just one person for the rest of my life... It didn't hit me until the stag night. I pulled a girl and had sex with her, a kind of final fling if you like... but now I realise that I don't want to give up all that." He sank his head into his hands again and shook his head.
"You don't have to," Abby said, moving closer. "There's lots of married men out there that have sex with women who aren't their wife."
"I'm sure there are."
"Believe me, I know!" She leaned against the doorway of the cubicle. Her groin was dancing. Maybe she could educate this newly married man?
He looked up, curiosity poked. "Oh?" he said. "How do you know? You seem very certain."
"Let's just say I have a lot of experience." She took a step into the cubicle and the Groom began to look her up and down, taking in every detail of her. Abby took a deep breath and moved even closer, shutting the door of the cubicle behind her and locking the bolt. "I can help you."
"I see," he swallowed nervously. "I'm Greg by the way, but you probably know that I suppose." He laughed. "I think I'd like some help."
Abby knelt down in front of him and made eye contact. He sat up and unfastened his trousers, pulling out his cock which was already getting hard. "What can you do with this?" he asked.
Abby leaned forward and took the cock in her hand, pumping it vigorously as it began to swell and harden. Greg moaned softly, leaning back a little to watch her, fascinated. After just a couple of minutes, he was fully erect, the veins on his cock almost bursting out of the skin. Abby shifted, guiding the cock to her mouth. She licked the small bead of cum on the tip then sank her lips over it, licking and sucking.
With half an ear on the main door should anyone come in, she sucked and licked harder, making satisfied groans. Greg was moaning too, lazily tangling his fingers into Abby's hair as he watched her give him this amazing blow job. His groin twisted and he knew he was about to cum.
"Oh babe! This is fantastic! I don't want you to stop, but I'm about to explode!"
Abby didn't stop, despite the warning. Greg's hips jerked and moments later his cum hit the back of her throat and she was swallowing it, sucking enthusiastically and taking every single drop he had to give. When she finally allowed the limp cock to fall from her mouth, Greg was wide eyed and grinning from ear to ear.
"Bloody hell!" he gasped. "I didn't think women liked swallowing... you're incredible! Here, sit down, let me thank you properly." He patted his lap and Abby obliged, circling her arms around his neck as he pulled her into a kiss.
His hands moved to her back and for the second time in less than an hour the zip was being pulled down and her dress being slid from her body. The kissing grew more heated as Abby tugged at Greg's shirt and then they stood up. He grabbed her dress, pulling it up and over her head to remove it completely then pushed her against the cubicle wall as he slid her underwear off too. Completely naked now, Abby pushed back and pulled Greg's shirt off as he stepped out of his trousers and underwear.
For a moment, both stood and looked at the other, drinking in the sight of a naked body neither had expected to see today. It was Greg that moved first, pushing Abby against the wall again, his hands exploring every inch of her body as he kissed her neck. His hands grasped her breasts hard as he pressed his body against hers. His thick heavy cock lay between them, pushing hard against Abby's stomach reminding them both what this was leading to.
He took a step back, breathing hard with his cock in his hand. Abby expected him position himself ready to fuck her, but he was dropping to his knees and parting her thighs, thrusting his tongue into her wet pussy. She gasped out, encouraging him further. His tongue was certainly skilful, probing into her to hard she almost believed it was a cock. If he could taste any remainder of her earlier encounter with Scott it clearly wasn't bothering him. Biting down on her lip, she sighed her pleasure as his hands held her hips steady and his tongue lashed her pussy relentlessly.
Finally, he stood up again and was pushing her against the wall as his hand grasped one leg behind the knee and hitched it up towards his hip, opening her up for him. Moments later, his cock was pushing up into her.
"Oh yess!" he groaned. "That feels so good!"
"Mmmm! Yessss! I love your married cock inside me!"
Greg laughed and began to move in and out of her, slowly and steadily as he savoured every moment. His free hand grasped her breast hard, kneading it as his mouth met hers. Tongues danced together as they fucked against the cubicle wall for what felt like an eternity. Abby groaned out with each thrust, each orgasm hitting and rolling into the next.
Pausing for a moment, Greg withdrew and sat down on the toilet lid, pulling Abby with him. She straddled his lap, sinking down onto his cock and rolling her hips as they began to fuck again. Greg gazed up into her eyes, licking and caressing her breasts as their pace increased. He cried out "Oh my God!" just moments before his cock exploded into her, filling her pussy with his cum.
"That's it!" she sobbed, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fill me with your cum! I want it all!"
Their fucking became harder, more desperate and intense. Greg let out another cry and released a second load into her and both began to cry, clinging to the other as their bodies pulsed and vibrated with pleasure. Another unexpected encounter was drawing to an end, much to Abby's disappointment. As she and Greg both cleaned themselves up and began to dress, they paused occasionally to kiss, making the most of the remaining time.
Fully dressed, Greg made his apologies at having to leave, but Abby understood. "I hope you learnt something," she purred.
"Oh yes, I did. Thank you. I'm glad having sex with random beautiful women doesn't have to stop now I'm married."
"Just be discrete, yeah?" Abby smiled. "Not everyone will see it the same way."
"I will," he said, leaving the cubicle and double checking himself in the mirror to make sure he was properly dressed before going back out to his guests. Abby sat, staring at the door for a few minutes before making the exit herself. It was only at that moment that the thought occurred to her that Greg was more than just Paul's work colleague, he was Paul's immediate manager. She hoped even more that he was able to remain discrete.
It had certainly been an exciting couple of hours after what had started out being a boring evening. Why weren't all weddings like this she wondered. Maybe it was because she didn't know anyone, and they didn't know her. The usual defences were dropped. Exhilarated, she glanced around, wondering if she dare make it three in a row. It was a challenge she was willing to accept. There were several men she felt attracted to, but they seemed pretty much attached to a partner.
Then she spotted her target, and it would certainly be an interesting one. He was the guy that had given the Bride away during the service. Paul had said he was her Uncle or something since her father passed away a couple of years ago. Abby didn't think he looked old enough to be her Uncle but it was a possibility. She hadn't seen him with anyone all day, and he was on his own now in the reception area, drinking what looked like a whiskey.
"It's been a lovely day," she said to him. "You must be very proud."
"I am," he replied, "and thank you.... I don't believe we've been introduced. I'm Carl, Alison's brother." He shook her hand, holding it a moment longer than he perhaps should.
"Abby. I don't really know anyone here, my boyfriend works with Greg."
"Please sit," Carl said. "Can I get you a drink, I'll call a waiter over." He raised his hand and the waiter was coming over before Abby could even say yes or no. "Can I get another of these?" he nodded at his almost empty glass, "And whatever the lady wants."
"A bacardi and coke, please." Abby sat herself down next to Carl. It was quieter out here away from the noise of the disco in the main room. She suspected that was why Carl was sitting here. The waiter brought the drinks over, and Carl paid for them. After the waiter had gone, Carl lifted his glass and raised it.
"To new friends," he said. Abby clinked her glass against his and smiled. She felt comfortable with him, a slightly older guy but she'd been right about him being too young to be the Bride's Uncle a Paul had thought. They chatted for a few minutes, though Abby couldn't really recall the subject. Her mind was on how to seduce him and where they would go to have sex.
"People do behave strangely at gatherings like this," he was saying. "They do things they perhaps wouldn't normally do."
"You're right. I think the combination of alcohol and strangers and romance in the air just stirs up something."
"It was you in the toilets earlier wasn't it?"
Abby almost choked on her drink. She'd been listening for the door the whole time, had Carl come in whilst she was having sex with Greg?
"I saw you dash in to avoid the queue at the ladies, then I saw Greg go in and neither of you came out. I put my head round the door just to make sure you were Okay and I heard.... "
Abby blushed. "Yes, it was me."
"Takes some guts to have sex with the Groom on his wedding day," Carl laughed.
"Are you angry with me?"
"Of course not. What two consenting adults do is their own business." There was a slightly awkward silence for a few moments, then Carl spoke again. "Did he satisfy you? Or did he leave you needing more?"
"It was good, but I'm never one to turn down more if it's on offer." She leaned in closer. "You wouldn't happen to know anyone who might oblige?"
"Actually I do," Carl said, downing the remainder of his drink. "My wife's had to dash home, her mother had a fall, so I'm all alone and in need of some... company."
Abby downed her drink and stood up. "Then let me keep you company for a while. Do you have any ideas as to where we could go ?"
"I'm staying here in the hotel, room 307 on the third floor. Give me five minutes and then come up." Carl left, taking the lift just by the reception desk. As the doors closed, Abby smiled. It had been too easy and she wished she'd started out the day with this sort of plan in mind. She'd wasted several hours earlier in the day. Still, this third encounter would make up for that. This wouldn't be a quick fuck in the garden worrying about being heard, or a quick fuck in the confines of a toilet cubicle. A hotel bed was a much more satisfactory location.
The five minutes seemed to drag by, but she finally found herself taking the same lift Carl had and getting out at the third floor. She followed the arrows on the wall to room 307, took a deep breath and knocked.
"It's unlocked," Carl shouted. "Come straight in."
She pushed the door and it opened. The room was in darkness except for the small bedside lamp which cast a warm glow around the room. Making sure the door locked behind her, she tentatively walked into the room. "Hi," she said, amused. Carl was stretched out on the bed, completely naked, and stroking his cock which was hard already.
"I was almost afraid you wouldn't come," he said. "That five minutes was hell."
"Tell me about it!" Abby laughed. She came closer to the bed and went to sit down, but Carl stopped her.
"I want to see you naked. Undress for me. Slowly."
Abby preferred her lovers to undress her, but there was something in doing it this way too. She unfastened the zip on her dress, smiling at the thought of how many times it had been undone already today, then pulled the dress over her head. She heard Carl's breathing change as she revealed her knickers first of all, then the bare flesh of her stomach, pausing for a moment before she pulled the dress off further and revealed her naked breasts, still swollen with arousal from earlier.
"Very nice," Carl's voice was low. He licked his lips and pumped his cock harder as Abby dropped the dress on the floor and hooked her fingers into the waistband of her knickers. "Take them off," he growled.
Abby slowly peeled them down her legs, stepping seductively out of each leg and tossing them to join the dress on the floor. "Do you like what you see?" she purred.
"I do. Now, come and join me on the bed, after all, that's what you came here for, right?"
Abby climbed onto the bed, settling herself beside him. His hand cupped her breast, gently squeezing it as he moved to lay behind her, pressing his chest against her back. He nuzzled at her neck, nibbling and kissing it. Abby sighed, enjoying his attention. She was right about this being satisfactory than the two earlier locations. His cock pressed into the small of her back as he squeezed her breast harder and his kisses grew more insistent.
Abby stroked his hair and he looked up, making eye contact with her for a moment then kissing her hard on the lips. It caught Abby's breath and she gasped, before returning the kiss and letting her tongue wrestle with his. His free hand moved underneath her and grasped her other breast, whilst the other hand slowly moved down her body, leaving tingles of pleasure in their wake. It pushed between her thighs, which she parted slightly, then his fingers slid into her sodden pussy.
It was slow but incredibly sensual. She felt her back arch as his skilled fingers found exactly the right spot, and it wasn't long before he was drawing out an orgasm. Her body quivered around his fingers and she cried out. His kisses muffled out the sounds of her cries as he continued to fuck her with his fingers and she writhed involuntarily.
Carl finally stopped for a moment, needing air himself. "You're so fucking amazing!" he gasped. His hand eased her thighs further apart and he shifted, guiding her leg to rest on his. She felt the tip of his cock against her, pressed at the entrance of her pussy and she whimpered. "Want my cock in you?"
"Fuck me!" she sobbed.
The third cock she'd had that day pushed into her easily. In this position it was slightly awkward, but they both adjusted a little until he was buried inside completely. She expected hard thrusts, but once again he was kissing her and his cock was moving slowly inside. The kissing stopped as Carl began to focus on fucking her, skin slapping against skin as he thrust in deep and hard. They both groaned out with each thrust, neither worried about being heard.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" She begged.
"Don't worry, you're not leaving my bed until I've well and truly fucked your brains out!" Abby came at his words, gasping for air and crying out as the tip of his cock found a point deep inside her that seemed to be on fire. The thrusts became faster, the groans and gasps louder, as they hurtled towards a climax both were desperate for. It came moments later, a rush of intense heat, a dizziness and then the familiar heat as his cum flooded into her.
Abby felt herself being swept up into Carl's arms but then nothing until she opened her eyes some time later. Had she passed out or was she just so exhausted that she'd fallen asleep? Carl was next to her, smiling down.
"Hey sleepy, are you okay?" he asked softly.
"Mmmm. How long was I...."
"Only half an hour or so. You're very beautiful when you sleep you know." He dipped down and kissed her gently. "I was in half a mind as to whether I should just leave you to sleep but I hoped for more when you woke up."
Abby blinked and smiled. She felt refreshed, and having even more sex definitely appealed. Carl was planting small kisses down her body, moving towards her pussy and then parting her legs so that he could probe his tongue into her. Her back arched in pleasure, arousal surging through her again as he straddled her shoulders and propped himself up on his elbows so that he could lash his tongue in and out of her easily. As he shifted, the tip of his cock pressed close to Abby's face. She took it into her hand and guided it to her mouth, sucking it and swirling her tongue over it, encouraging it to harden.
They rolled around on the bed, pleasuring each other with their mouths, not caring how much noise they made as they vocalised their passion. Just as she was on the verge of yet another orgasm, Carl moved to sit up and pulled Abby to his lap. She expected to have his cock probe at her pussy again, but it was pushed against her arse instead. It would be the perfect end to this amazing day, the only thing that had been missing.
"I bet you take cocks up your arse all the time, don't you? You love it, I can tell." Carl growled.
"Yes, I do. And I want yours too. Put it in me." She responded back.
"Say it again, I want to hear you beg me for it!"
"Put your cock in my arse, please! I want it!" She pushed back, guiding him in. He eased himself into her tight arse slowly, pushing past the initial resistance and then finding it easier. Soon he was completely inside her and Abby was settling herself into a comfortable position so that he could fuck her. He lay back a little, propped up by the pillows and Abby leaned back, resting against his chest as she rolled her hips. It didn't take long to get into a steady rhythm, and Carl found a new confidence to thrust his fingers into her pussy at the same time.
It was mind blowing! One orgasm after another made her sob and cry out as Carl's cock pounded relentlessly into her. "You're the first woman that's actually let me do this!" he gasped. "I can't believe it!"
"This is your first time? I don't believe it."
"You''re the perfect partner, fuck! So, so, so good!"
Abby turned her upper body so that she could kiss Carl, and their tongues danced with each other just as Carl's hips jerked wildly and the heat of his cum flooded her arse.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Fill me!" Abby sobbed, her own hips rolling and jerking as her final orgasm took hold.
They lay together for a few minutes, exhausted but very satisfied. Carl moved and began to get dressed. "I should get back to the party, they'll be missing me soon. Please feel free to use the room for a while longer if you like. You can take a shower if you want."
She nodded, watching him dress. As he left, he kissed her and thanked her for her company, and then was gone. Abby sighed. It was the story of the day really. All her lovers had to leave because they were worried about being missed, but she hadn't thought about that herself once. She doubted Paul had even noticed she wasn't around.
Use of the bathroom was very welcome. She covered her hair but let the water cleanse her body and remove all traces of her three lovers. Refreshed, she got dressed and left, making her way back to the party to look for Paul.
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