The wedding my dad had was stunning. The two of them, especially my stepmother, were absolutely gorgeous, and they appeared to be very content. He deserved better than my mom, and I’m happy he found it in her.
It took just over an hour to finish taking pictures on the beach, and now I’m thirsty and hungry after getting sand in every crevice of my body. As we get back into the car to return to the event, the sun is sinking. After taking off my black heels, I rush to the toilet to clean my feet. Before leaving, I give my hair a quick flip in the mirror. A slit runs the length of one side of my long black dress, exposing much of my leg and a small portion of my ass.
I get myself a drink and head over to the other people there to start chatting. Quite a few of my parents’ relatives and friends will be attending. There are both familiar and unfamiliar faces in the crowd. I am leaning against the bar, observing the revelry. Over my shoulder, a friendly voice says, “You look amazing, Cas.” That was Rob, a longtime friend of the family. “You’re welcome, Rob; you’re not looking too terrible, either, but the years are starting to show in your hair.” I return his grin with one of my own. “You know the lads, they’ve been giving me grey hairs since they were born,” he says with a wry grin as he stares at the ground. We went on family vacations together when we were youngsters, and his oldest son was only a few months younger than me. Even though he had teased me about marrying his kid since we were in elementary school, he rarely does so now that I’m older and have a more steady stream of suitors than he has.
He poured me another beverage and sat down next to me, at which point he inquired as to how my college experience was going and whether or not I was dating. I found it strange that he questioned me about my romantic life, but I didn’t want to appear rude so I answered his question. I shrugged it off and explained that I wasn’t seeing anyone right now. The man beamed at me. After I had finished my drink, the conversation continued and I left. I entered the kitchen on the lower level of the private house. I had just finished filling a glass when he walked in the door. “Drink up, again?” I motioned the bottle toward him, but he said, “no, I’m good thanks hun” (not needing any more) and put up his empty glass to prove it.
As he came up to me, he whispered, “Can I ask you anything, Cas?” Sure, I looked at him and said. In a gentle motion, he put his hand on my waist and gently pressed his fingers into my back to draw me closer to him. He planted a delicate kiss on my lips, “is this okay?” Up the dim kitchen, he leans in close to me and murmurs. He walked closer, set down his drink on the counter, and then placed a frigid hand on my reddened cheek. He pulled me in, kissing me softly, tasting me, his grasp tightening on my waist. His final brandy and coke still linger in his mouth as I sink into his arms and kiss him. He pushes my body against the cool kitchen wall, his touch still delicate like he believes too much pressure may shatter me. Suddenly, his hand shifts from my cheek to my breast, and he pulls the top of my dress down, revealing my bra. His mouth moves away from mine as he kisses the flesh of my breasts and then moves down my neck. As he gropes me, he groans in a voice full of lust and desperation.
He squats down before me, slides his hand up the opening in my skirt, and grazes his fingertips on my pussy. Shock waves travel up my body and cause me to gasp. As he does so, he tugs my thong to one side and slides two fingers inside my dripping pussy. When he first tries to penetrate me, I let out a groan. He puts his other hand on my a$$, and I can feel his tongue twirling around my clit while his fingers massage my naughty little cunt. He licks and suckers my clit while my fingers get tangled in his hair.
Once more he is standing in front of me, his hands gently caressing my face as he draws me in for a kiss. He grabs my ass and lifts me off my feet, Turing around and putting me on the kitchen counter. He pulls my bra down exposing my tits, quickly taking them in his hands. I let out a little gasp that seems to send him feral as he clutches at me and kisses me fiercely. He kisses my neck and proceeds to unbutton his dressy black pants while I help him pull up my skirt. “Fuck I want you Cas” he whispers as his hands return to my body, bringing me closer, touching me. As I gasp, “But Rob, your wife,” I remind him that I don’t want him to stop. “I don’t care,” he says, still pinching my breast and rubbing my thigh “she hasn’t fucked me in years and your body is what I need” he drags me to the edge of the counter and pulls his underwear down. His cock completely erect is the biggest I’ve ever seen, but then I’m comparing to colleges boys between 18-25, this is a man! And I’ve never had a man before. He leans his cock forward and rubs the tip of it against my pussy while staring at me. Barely gasping in anticipation he asks again “Cas…. Is this okay”. I press my hips forwards and clutch his, driving his firm cock into me and I moan. “Ahhh fuck” he moans as he takes hold of my hips and starts pounding his dick into me. I start you moan louder and he reaches his hand up to cover my lips, he’s feral again, fucking me hard and kissing and sucking my nipples, groaning as he does. Panting, he reduces his thrusting speed so as not to cum too quickly, asking, “Fuck why are you so tight.” He carefully puts my body down on the counter, the moonlight outlining my exquisite tits, heaving with each heavy breath. He encircles my neck with a delicate yet strong hand. His hand slides off my hip and travels down my tummy and pussy. I feel his thumb on my clit as he gently slides his cock in and out of me. I start to squirm as the pleasure grows “stay still baby girl, I love watching your body, I love watching my cock in you. Now I want you to cum for me” as the last phrase leaves his mouth his rhythm changes. From long, languid strokes he’s suddenly balls deep within me, fucking me hard and massaging my clit. My back arches as my climax rises and he releases my neck, placing his hand on my hip and dragging me farther down onto his cock. I start to complain as he quickens his speed. He can feel my pussy tighten around him and it pulls him to the edge. His whole body tenses up as he pushes his cock into me, squirting sperm all over me. The sensation is wonderful and my body loses all control. My hips start bucking against him, my pussy convulsing around his cock and I cum. As he rides my orgasm, I experience wave after wave of ecstasy. As I ride his cock, he pulls me close to him and gropes me, sucking my nipple and moaning.
Grabbing a piece of paper towel, he uses it to support himself as he pulls his now semi-firm cock out of me. He uses another one on me and cleans me up, his soft manner returning as he inserts his finger into me to feel how stuffed I am, rubs my pussy, and takes pleasure in my sensitivity. As I go to return my bra to its proper position, he grabs my hands to prevent me from admiring my sweat-beaded body. He begins by caressing my breasts and then moves on to my lips as he pulls me towards him and we make out on the now-unclean kitchen counter.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/z3vxz2/in_which_a_married_man_twice_my_age_devours_my
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