I’ve chronicled the sexual adventures of my fuck buddy, Autumn, and me in the past. We went at it hot and heavy for a while. She was in her late 20s, tall, blonde, with perfect D cup breasts, a flat belly and a rocking ass. She had the wettest pussy I had ever experienced and an appetite for sex that was unparalleled. I’m in my late 40s, dad bod with broad shoulders and a bit of a gut. She did love my thick cock and called me Red Bull, because of the size comparison to the can.
She drifted away, as she found someone her age and was to marry. We had one last hot fling in a hotel, with him in the next room. She drifted away again. She would come and go in my life unexpectedly. I couldn’t figure out if it was because she was bored of her Daddy, or if she felt guilty for what she was doing behind the back of her soon to be husband or if he knew and disapproved at how intense our sexual chemistry was.
A mutual friend told me she was back in the area for her wedding and would be married on the Pacific Ocean. I could not resist crashing it. She was like a drug to me. I tried to kick her several times but with time I grew weak for her body, her eyes, her skin and our animal attraction.
I found out what hotel she was staying at and wandered around until I found that same mutual friend, who told me what room she was in. I knocked on her door. One of her bridesmaids answered. The expression she had told me she who I was, as her eyes widened. Evidently, Autumn had told some of her new friends about me.
There she sat, a vision of beauty in her white wedding dress. I had never seen her look so perfect. Her jaw dropped seeing me. Her bridesmaid scurried off, leaving us alone.
“You can’t be here,” she said.
“And yet here I am,” I said. I walked the room. It was a massive honeymoon suite with a balcony overlooking the ocean. On a table, there were some long ribbons, part of a decoration the bridesmaids had been working on. I picked up the ribbons and wrapped part of them around a hand.
We stood face to face. With heels, she was taller than me. Our blue eyes met. I saw her mouth quiver.
“Please go,” she said. “The ceremony begins in an hour.”
“OK,” I said. I walked to the door, ribbons still in my hand. As I opened the door, she pushed it shut and kissed me.
“That’s my girl.” I said.
I led her out to the balcony by her hand. We were in the top floor. We could see staff working on setting up her wedding below. A few early guests milled around. I took the ribbon and tied one hand and then the other to the balcony, her facing the railing. I took two more ribbons and tied ankles, still in her heels about shoulder width apart.
Lifting her dress, I admired her long legs and perfect ass. She wore a lacy white g-string.
“Cheeky, I hope you have a backup pair,” I said as I used my pocketknife to cut them off. They were already wet. I threw them off the balcony, and they flew downward like a white dove. Already her bare pussy was leaking. Strings of fluid dripped down to the floor.
I took my fat cock out and pushed it in urgently. I was not gentle. She had hurt me , I was going to lay her back. I looked down at my purple, veiny cock, stretching her tight pink pussy. I began to fuck her mercilessly. Anyone looking up would have seen her leaning over the railing, not knowing she was tied to it, getting pumped from behind.
“I would say you could wave to them, you slut, had I not tied you up. Better smile wide and not let them see you come.”
She was moaning and whimpering. Her long neck thrown back. She just said, “Fuck me, Daddy,” over and over, like a mantra.
I leaned in and kissed her neck. “I don’t care whose ring you wear. Your pussy will always belong to me.”
She came hard. Her pussy contracted like it wanted to suck the soul out of my cock. “Please don’t come inside me.”
I came inside her. Ropes and ropes, my cock balls deep. I pulled out and my seed spilled out in a puddle. I cut her loose. She rubbed her wrists where the ribbons had bit her skin. We kissed passionately and I left her disheveled, pantieless and filled with my semen.
Later I crashed the wedding, danced with her, and even caught the garter her husband threw. I knew the smell of her pussy so well, I could smell it coming off the garter, soaked by the wetness I made drip down her thigh earlier.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/uvorop/autumns_wedding_day_mf_cheating_public
Always a hot new adventure with these two!