Fucked a stranger at a wedding [MF]

I was in the south of England last weekend for a wedding. The couple getting married have parents who are too wealthy, so the reception and meal took place in a huge hotel with a gargantuan estate. The grounds must have been about 50 acres, with a small hedge maze and a long reflecting pool with a fountain and a sculpture garden with realistic replicas of classic greek masterpieces. In short – pretty fucking fancy.

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I’d been asked to go by one of the guys I am currently seeing, who was a university friend with the groom. When I heard there would be a free drinks bar, I was happy to sign up. The guy I’m seeing wore a dull black suit. I went through my closet and in the end selected a dark green velvet effect number I have, with slits that run high along my legs and a decolletage that can be a little scandalous if I bend forward too far. I have very large breasts, and I know the precise angle at which they will begin to spill from the dress and show a hint of my little nipples.

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I have to confess, I always forget how little I like weddings until I am at one, and this was no exception. It didn’t help that my date abandoned me to hang out with a cadre of his old friends, and kind of regressed back to a version of his college years personality. So I spent a lot of time wandering the garden, talking to not very interesting strangers and drinking way, way too much. For some reason they didn’t serve any food until nearly 6 and the day started around 1. I was not at my most sober.

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After the meal I danced on my own a bit, like Robyn, but the heels i was in were too high, especially with me out of practice in them from too many months of party free pandemic, and I ended up collapsing down at one of the tables. “Hello,” a man said. His voice was scottish, but quite soft spoken, and very elegant. He sounded a little like Ewan McGregor. I looked up. Sitting at the table was a guy with the most gorgeous green eyes lurking behind some stylish tortoise glasses, chestnut hair that was just a little too long, and enough stubble that I knew I would hear it rasp if I dragged a nail across it.

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“Hi,” I said – not my best line, but I was so very drunk. We chatted for a while, exchanging the usual banal wedding pleasantries – how do you know the…. wasn’t the ceremony blah blah blah…. is it true the groom has a micro… He was wearing a dark blue suit. He was a big man, and the jacket was well cut enough that I couldn’t tell if he was carrying just a little too much weight or if he was all muscle. The wedding band stopped playing and a playlist started up. It started up with, I swear to god, Blurred Lines. We both winced, and laughed when we saw each other’s reaction.

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“Do you want to take a walk in the grounds?” he asked me.

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I looked over to where the man I’d came with was holding an inflatable guitar near the groom’s crotch and pretending to stroke him off. “I’d like that,” I said.

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He stood and I could see he was around 6 feet tall, and his body was beautifully proportioned. He towered over me. We walked towards the doors leading to the patio and he placed a big hand gently on my lower back to guide me out. I got a little wet right then.

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We had been drinking at the table and we were a bit giggly together now we were away from the crowd. We walked into the hedge maze and found a statue of some Greek nymph, her small breasts bare, nipples pointing proudly off in different directions. Her hands were clasped over her genitals, and not sculpted with much detail. “Do you she’s meant to be touching herself?” I asked. I peered down, an eyebrow raised theatrically. “I can’t tell.”

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“It is a bit ambiguous,” he said. “What’s she looking at?” He stood just behind the statue and peered to follow her gaze. I took his example and we watched as the bride’s uncle, a self-conciously wacky man with poorly dyed hair and a bowtie that was colourful enough to evoke seizures, capered about on the patio. “Hard to see that being any girl’s fantasy,” he said, “no matter how long It’s been since she had a good hard fuck.” He held my gaze, just a little too long.

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I placed my hand on his arm, felt the muscle corded there, and said ‘Come on,” and I lead him deeper into the hedges. We found a bench and sat for a while. Our legs brushed against each other and neither of us moved. We were leaning closer and closer together and finally I placed my hand on the back of his neck, drew him down and kissed him. We both tasted of booze, but his lips were soft and he did good work with his tongue. Eventually we broke the kiss and I gently gasped. He watched me, and I saw him sneaking glances at my breasts.

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I ran my hand up his thigh until I found his cock, which was rock hard and straining against the fabric of his trousers. Before he could stop me, I had his belt off, unzipped him and pulled out his cock. It was a lovely dark olive colour, with a thick uncircumcised head and a beautifully straight shaft. He was looking around. “Someone might see,” he said.

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I bent over him and swallowed his cock to the root, then slowly eased up it, swirling with my tongue and sucking hard all the while until it left my mouth with an audible pop. “Do you care?” I said. He shook his head, and I went back to work. While I sucked his pretty cock he first gently caressed my hair and then slipped his hands down the front of my dress and found my stiff little nipples. I tugged his trousers further down so I could play with his balls as I sucked him. Maybe becauseI was drunk, but his cock tasted good to me and I was getting to into it, slurping its thick head and then working fast up and down on him. It was only when I felt his balls tighten under my hands that I realised he was dangerously close to coming. “Not yet,” I said, and squeezed just hard enough to slow him down.

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For the first time in a while I looked at his face, which was flushed. He was breathing hard. I leaned back on the bench. “Kiss me,” I said. Some guys won’t kiss a girl after she’s had his cock in her mouth – those guys are in need of dumping, in my opinion. His big body loomed over mine and our mouths met again, hot and passionate. I was so horny, and my pussy was dripping wet, but I knew that he wouldn’t last long right then and I wanted to come too.

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I took his hand, feeling his big fingers underneath my slender ones, and guided it up my thigh and under my dress. He pressed against the lacy fabric of my panties. They were embroidered with a tracery of black vines and he followed these with his fingers. He stroked me for a while, then his fingers circled in and found my clit, which he handled gently until I took his hand in mine and pressed it firmer against me. Then he began to really grind. When he slipped his index finger inside me, I moaned. Meanwhile my other hand was on his cock, keeping him nice and hard.

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He began kissing my neck and the tops of my breasts as he touched me and I realised I was very, very close. I pushed him down on the bench, then stood so I could step out of my panties. I lifted my dress exposing my pussy. I had waxed before the wedding, so my plump labia were bare, and at the top was a thick tuft of bush. “You’re gorgeous,” he told me. I looked at him, his clothes all disarrayed, his cock standing up proud and still wet from my earlier work. “You too,” I said.

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Slowly, I guided him inside me. When I felt his full length within me, I gasped. He freed my breasts from my dress and bra and began to suck on first one nipple and then the other. There was no more time for subtlety. We were both frantic and poised right on the edge. I fucked him hard and fast and my first orgasm ripped through me with a shudder. He felt me come, and I felt his arms lock around me as my orgasm triggered his, my pulsing cunt finally setting him off.

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I felt his come spill inside of me. Thankfully I was on the pill, but also I was still so horny. His softening cock was still deep inside me, still swollen thick. I began to rock back and forth against him, squeezing and releasing the muscles in my pussy. He realised what I was doing, and began to finger my clit again. My second orgasm was less intense, but it lasted longer. After, we stayed like that for a long moment, as the sun slowly set around us.

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This time, I eased off him, and I watched as his beautiful cock slipped out of me, bringing a spill of his seed as it did. It was on the way to being fully hard again, and I felt that with a little work I could get it there. He’d given me two orgasms after all, so I owed him one. “Do you want me to…” I said, and gently took his cock in my hands and began to stroke.

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He checked his watch. “We should get back before we’re missed,” he said.

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“Are you sure?” I asked him, and at that moment, we both noticed the woman watching us through a gap in the hedge. She was the cousin of the bride. About twenty or so, and a trainee vet who had done a song at the wedding. When she saw she’d been caught, she sprinted off, and we both laughed.

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“Ah modest virgins,” I said.

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“What are you talking about?” he said. “This was my first time.”

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He said it so sincerely that I looked at him for a moment, thinking he was serious. Then he started to laugh, and I punched at his stomach, and he dodged aside. We walked back into the wedding reception. We held hands until we got near and then dropped them as we walked inside, after all, we’d both come to the wedding with other people. But now his number was in my phone and some of his come was in my pussy, at least until I could visit the ladies’ room. So who knows what will happen next?

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vnr3hc/fucked_a_stranger_at_a_wedding_mf