Destination Wedding and the Groom’s Aunt & Uncle [MFM]

Last August I attended a destination wedding in Cancun, Mexico for one of my close friends from high school. The entire wedding party of approximately 50 people was staying at an all-inclusive resort right on the beach; suite rooms, multiple pools with pool bars, hot tubs scattered throughout the property, the total package. My current girl-friend-with-benefits Jodie had been planning to attend as my +1 guest for the Thursday-Monday getaway. As fate would have it, Jodie tested positive for covid 2 days before our departure and all plans I had for five days of a sex-filled getaway quickly diminished…or so I thought.

I knew most of the people attending and all of the ladies were with either in attendance with significant others or otherwise in a serious relationship back home. I was thinking that my best chance for blowing off any sexual steam was with another random resort guest or my own NSFW Reddit feed.Before you go deciding I’m an asshole for even thinking about a hook-up while my friend is at home sick; we’re not exclusive. And while we don’t flaunt it to one another, we’ve both been open and honest when we’ve played with others.

Within 30 mins of arriving at the resort, our group went into full pool party mode. The pool DJ was pumping tunes, the tequila and beer were flowing, and the group was into our 2nd game of pool volleyball when the groom’s aunt and uncle (Amy and Mike) arrived.I had met both Amy and Mike at several holiday parties over the years and had last seen them about 7 months prior.

Amy was an attractive mature woman, 44-years old, 5-foot-4 and what I like to describe as fit-ish. She had great legs and breasts that were more than a handful and were always on display in her low-cut cocktail dresses or deep-v sweaters. Her facial features are soft, with pillowy lips and a cute, pixie like haircut. She’s not a twin of, but I’d say resembles actress Lisa Rinna. But for all her physical features, it was Amy’s flirtatious personality that had me enamored with her since I was 16-years old.

Her husband Mike is a guy’s guy. Fit, successful in his career in consulting, always a level deeper on current events than most in the room, and always friendly and conversational with me when our paths cross. It was noticeable that he and Amy still had passion in their relationship; she was always leaning in for a peck on the lips, or Mike would give her a little pat on the ass when he thought no one was looking.Not long after they arrived and had settled in with some drinks, Amy and Mike had joined the pool volleyball game and were split-up to even out the teams.

Amy was quick to wade to my side of the pool, while Mike swam to the opposing team.“It’s so good to see you again,” she said as she leaned in and hugged me. Her white bikini-clad breasts smashed against my chest. “You’re looking good. Hitting the gym I see. Must be killing it with the ladies.”It was hard not to blush. I had a crush on her for years but I confidently responded with, “You look better every time I see you.”Lowering her voice, “Even in my bikini?” she asked.

She was phishing for compliments. “Especially in your bikini,” I quietly responded.

The afternoon passed with lots of banter and fun. Amy was being her flirtatious self with everyone, but seemed to put a focus on me. Not so boldly as to create open discomfort by others, but little winks and competitive banter like, “Can you get it up…over the net?” “Let’s see your BIG serve.” She was taunting me. At one point I was wading to Amy to bring her the ball for her turn to serve and she reached out and gave me a quick squeeze right on my dick. She was low enough in the water where I don’t think anyone else noticed, but it was an escalation I wasn’t ready for and I quickly took my position for the next play. For the next 15 mins of the game and the rest of the afternoon, my mind continuously replayed that moment.

After volleyball, the group continued to party around the pool. It wasn’t long before Mike and I were conversing over some beers when he asked me if I wanted to go smoke a joint. He had some “amazing weed” back in his room and was going to go back and smoke some. I was always down for some social weed smoking so we discreetly slipped away and headed to his room. Mike opened their hotel room door and as we entered the living area, Amy was sitting on the couch, still in her bikini, taking tokes on a joint.

“Oh! Hey guys. Care to join me?” she asked.

“You read my mind babe. Doug and I were just coming back to smoke a little,” Mike replied.
I remember clearly as Amy stood up and crossed the room and held the joint out to me. As I began to reach out, she pulled it back, then stepped right up against me and held the joint to my lips. “Let me hold it for you,” she said again. As I began to draw on the blunt, her other hand reached out and grabbed my crotch. “I can hold this for you too.”

I immediately choked on the sweet smoke. “Whoa. Hey there!” My hips instinctively pulled back and I coughed. Amy squeezed harder, not letting go of my dick in my swim trunks. “Whoa! What’s going on here?” I asked, keeping my tone light but my mind running a million miles a minute trying to access the situation.

“Doug, I’m going to cut to the chase,” Amy stated. “We heard what happened to your girlfriend and that you were coming solo. Mike and I talked about it on the way here and were hoping we might become a lot closer. And when I saw you at the pool today, looking all hunky, my mind was made up that I’d love for you to make our time here extra memorable.”

I probably looked like I was watching a tennis game, my eyes darting from Amy to Mike and back, seeking his validation of her words and assurance that I wasn’t about to get punched in the face. Amy held the joint back to my lips. “Try again sweetie. It will take the edge off and help you relax.”
I took a massive pull on the joint, inhaled deep and felt the warm buzz seeping through my body quickly as my elevated heart rate sped the THC to my brain.After confirming with Mike that this was in fact cool, he stepped behind his wife, plucked the string holding up her bikini top, then proceeded to grab her breasts from behind while pushing her up against me.

“We’re all good friends. I could use your help because she’s not going to be happy until you’ve fucked her brains out,” Mike said. The next few minutes was a flurry of bodies removing clothes and I was soon on my knees eating this mature AILF (Aunt I’d Love to Fuck) while she held my head and guided me where she wanted me. It wasn’t five minutes of me devouring her sex before she pushed my head away and told Mike and I to sit down on the hotel couch. Amy proceeded to give her husband and I alternating blowjobs. As she was blowing me, Mike would stroke himself with one hand while holding her hair and guiding her up and down on my cock, giving encouraging words to “swallow him deep babe,” “give him your best” “give him your throat.” Other than the occasional groan and grunt, I was fucking speechless. The combination of the situation, the high from the weed, and the fact that Amy was sucking my soul out of my cock had me tongue tied. My head fell back on the couch and I closed my eyes as I basked in the amazing sensations seeping from my groin. Soon Mike guided Amy back to his own cock and Amy grabbed my cock with her own hand and began stroking it. I opened my eyes and I looked down only to realize it was Mike stroking me off. I looked over at him and he just winked, the told Amy to go lay down on the bed.

As Amy stood up and disappeared into the bedroom, Mike pulled another thick joint and lit it up, then passed it to me after taking a few tokes. As I inhaled deeply again I felt my body buzz with fresh waves of THC. Mike mentioned that weed had viagra like effects on him and made Amy super horny. He stood up and started walking to the small kitchen. “Go shotgun the rest of that joint with Amy. I’m be there in a minute with some beers and waters for us.”

When I got to the doorway of the bedroom, Amy was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, her left hand kneading her breast while her right hand rubbed slowly between her legs. I took a massive hit on the joint, climbed onto the bed and put my lips to Amy’s, slowly exchanging the smoke and sharing the high. Amy’s hands immediately found my cock and she soon began painting the lips of her pussy with the pre-cum dripping from my cock.

“You’ve got a big cock, Doug. See how ready I am?” Amy then demonstrated the flexibility of a teen gymnast as she spread her legs almost completely open with her toes touching either side of the bed. She seated the crown of my cock to her hole and began lifting her hips ever so gently, nudging my cock inch-by-inch into her while while she began gently rolling my balls in one hand and pulling on my hip with the other. “Give me one more hit baby.”

I took another toke on the joint, placed it on the nightstand, and as I leaned forward to put my lips to Amy’s, I drove my hips forward and down and slid my cock three-quarters of the way in and exhaled into her lungs. As she breathed in the smoke, I felt her body tense up and her hand pressed back against me, slowing my advance. I reversed my hips slightly as she exhaled, then drove forward until I felt her cervix stretching around my coronal ridge and her pussy lips kissed my balls. I was in heaven. I could have remained there between her legs for hours. But Amy wasn’t having any of that.
After giving her self ten seconds to get acquainted with my size and depth, she began bouncing her hips into the mattress, using the rebound to get my cock seated deeper each time. I could feel the deepest depths of her sucking my cock head.

“Oooooh My Gaaaaaawd! YES baby! So deep. So fucking deep.” Amy’s eyes stared into mine with intensity. She grabbed both sides of my head and pulled my forehead to hers. “Fuck me Doug. I want you to wreck me with your cock.”

Sometimes I think weed makes time slow down. We fucked in this position, with Amy’s legs wide open and me on top of her hammering down, for what felt like a long time, but was probably less than ten minutes. Mike had climbed up to the bed and knee walked over Amy’s head until his balls were in her mouth as he stroked himself. Amy was making magic with her mouth as Mike soon announced he was ready to cum. He quickly shifted his weight and slid his cock to the hilt down his wife’s throat and bellowed out his pleasure as she swallowed his seed. Watching this unfold just inches from my face triggered that all too familiar tickle in my own balls and set off the fuse of my own orgasm. I didn’t even give it a thought, not that I would have had the time to reconsider; I sunk myself balls deep, announced that “I’m gonna fucking cum in you!” and plastered the back of Amy’s pussy with eight solid ropes of cum.

“YES! FUCK YES! I’m cumming baby!” Amy groaned. I’m not sure if she was talking to me or Mike, but she stared at me and her mouth hung open in a silent scream as she appeared to hold her breath and her body trembled for several seconds. When her breathing resumed, she simply kept repeating “OH MY GOD! So good!” She held me on top of her for a few minutes and began kissing the side of my neck, face, then lips. I was quickly reminded by the taste of her mouth that she had just swallowed Mike’s load. Too horny and lost in the moment to care, I rolled her on top of me and then lifter her hips up and off my cock. I’m a heavy cummer, so as I pulled out, it was evident I’d filled her to the brim. I wanted Mike to see the cream pie I’d just left for him. As she layed her weight on my chest, pussy dripping down my lap, I slapped Amy on the ass and asked Mike if he wanted “sloppy seconds.” I could tell by the smile on his face and the fact that his cock never softened that it was exactly what he wanted.

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