Celebrating my best friends wedding with the father of the bride. [MF]

Mary and I have been friends since kindergarten. And this past weekend she got married and I was her maid of honor. Of course, if she knew what I had been doing she might have gotten upset.

So Mary and I met in kindergarten. And I met her dad that spring when I first slept over at her house. He was a nice guy, and just a typical dad. She and I are only children, so we have always been as close as sisters. In seventh grade, though, her mom left her dad. It was hard on him, but he bounced back after a couple years.

In high school, Mary told me that she occasionally heard him having sex with women he would be dating. It was then that I started looking at him differently. He was mid 40’s then. A little gray in the temples, but good looking. He obviously took care of himself.

I didn’t mean for it to happen, but he actually began to creep into my fantasies. I would masturbate at night, and I began to imagine him taking me and doing all sorts of things to me. And he eventually became my go to fantasy.

I found myself becoming more flirty with him when Mary wasn’t watching. Shorts became a little bit shorter, and shirts become a little bit tighter. I don’t know what I would have done if he ever said or did anything, but he never did. I caught him looking very often, but he never did anything.

Then all through college I was at her house less often. Since he never made a move, I became less flirty. I assumed he enjoyed the view, but wasn’t actually interested. And, until this weekend, it had been nearly two years since I last saw him.

It was at the rehearsal Friday afternoon. When I saw him, I went over and gave him a big hug. His hug back was nice and strong. He was still looking good. A bit more gray, but still in good shape for a guy in his 50’s.

At the rehearsal dinner I noticed him looking at me a couple times. It made me remember the flirting and the fantasies. Much of which I hadn’t thought about in a long while. As things began to wrap up he and I started chatting. And we caught up for nearly 45 minutes.

Mary had left with her mom for the evening. (We had her bachelorette party the weekend before) The groom and all his guys went out to party some more. So, by this time, there were very few people left, and he and I had enjoyed a couple more drinks. We weren’t drunk, just becoming very honest.

He then directly asked me if I had been flirting with him back in high school. I confessed that I had been. He laughed and said he was glad that it wasn’t just his over active imagination. I asked him what he had imagined, and he replied “Things i shouldn’t have been imagining.” He added that he still thought of me as a kid back then, and he hadn’t been sure of my intentions.

He then looked down at my breasts and said that I sure wasn’t a kid anymore, and I added that he knows what my intentions were. He then asked if I wanted to go back to the hotel and learn what he had imagined, and I tell him only if I can show him what I imagined.

We drive back to the hotel in almost total silence. Walk in and to the elevator without talking. And down to his room. Once inside though, it’s like a switch was flipped. He has me up against the wall and we are furiously making out. He is grabbing my body, and my hands are grabbing his.

We are still standing there by the door as we begin to strip each other’s clothes off. I’m pressed up against the wall by a guy who is older than my dad. I’ve known him since I was 6. I’m his daughters best friend. And his fingers are buried in my pussy. Of course I came right then and there.

He sat me down on the bed and spread my legs. I’ve had a few guys go down on me before, but none were like him. It’s never really done anything for me before, but he was different. It became obvious that he loves eating pussy. And he ate me to another orgasm.

He then moved up my body and as we kissed, I grabbed his cock and guided him into me. He felt amazing. Definitely one of the bigger guys inside me. And the fact that he was fucking me without a condom was a huge turn on. I knew I wanted him to cum inside me.

I was moaning and rubbing my clit. Telling him how great it felt to finally have him inside me. And I could tell by his groan that he felt the same way. I told him to grab my breasts and to make me cum on his cock. He did as I said, and it made me cum once again. He said he was close. So I wrapped my legs around him, looked him in the eyes, and told him that I wanted it inside me. He smiled and after a few more thrusts, pushed as deep in as possible and came inside me.

He rolled off me and onto the bed next to me. He was starting at the ceiling. I didn’t want him to regret what we did, so I gave him a big hug. Told him I was glad we finally did it. He hugged me back and said he was glad too. I eventually put my clothes back on and kiss him good night.

The next morning I rub myself and cum before even getting out of bed. Thinking about the old fantasies and the reality of the previous night. I go downstairs to get some breakfast, and I am glad to see he was down there eating. I grabbed a muffin and some coffee, and he seemed pleased when I sat across from him.

We chatted for a while. Then I told him that I had enjoyed the rehearsal and everything that followed. He agreed and said it was one of the best nights of his life. I told him that I wouldn’t mind having another good night sometime, and he asked if I would want to right then. I looked him straight in the eyes and said only if I could be in charge. He instantly stood up and said lets go.

Back in the elevator we were making out and I was groping at his crotch. He was rock hard, and it would have been obvious if anybody had seen him.

Back in his room, I pushed him against the wall and dropped to my knees. I pulled his cock out and started sucking him like crazy. And he was loving it. After a bit I told him to lie down on the bed. I stripped naked and climbed on top of him.

I rode him like that for a while. He especially enjoyed it when I was sitting straight up and just sliding my hips back and forth. He could hardly take his hands off my breasts. And when he came inside me, it made me cum too.

When he began to soften inside me, I climbed off and curled up next to him. I stroked his cock and started telling him what I had fantasized about in high school. Then I started to suck him while talking about it. I wanted him hard again because one orgasm wasn’t enough. And he didn’t disappoint.

I got on my hands and knees, and he knew exactly what I wanted. He was fucking me hard and fast. I told him to pull my hair, which he happily did. And I was surprised when he gave my ass a couple good spanks. That plus the attention I was giving my clit drove me to a couple more orgasms.

We didn’t go for much longer. We had a schedule to keep, and he admitted that he probably wouldn’t cum again.

I dressed and went back to my room. I took a quick shower, and when I got out I had a text from Mary saying I should come to her room to get ready.

We spent the next couple hours getting ready. Doing our hair and makeup. Getting dressed. Her mom was there, and I realized that she and I have experienced the same cock.

After we were ready we went to the church. I was standing at the front and I got wet when Mary and her father walked down the aisle. He was staring at me. I knew then that I wanted to fuck him yet again.

Everything went perfectly with the wedding. And after we went back to the hotel for the reception in the ballroom. It was crowded and I was busy talking to people and helping out when I felt someone come up behind me. He whispered “I need to fuck you again, right now.”

I looked over my shoulder and said ok. We made our way to the elevator without people seeing us leave. In the elevator I pulled his cock out and started stroking it. I told him we had to be careful not to mess up my hair makeup or dress. When the door opened I peeked out to see if the coast was clear, then I led him cock in hand down to my room.

Inside he pulled my dress up to my waist, and my panties off. He put me on my hands and knees at the edge of the bed. And he slid his cock all the way in. As he fucks me he is telling me how beautiful I looked during the wedding and how all he has been able to think about was fucking me again.

He was playing with my clit as he fucked me and I came really hard. He said he wanted to cum in my mouth, so I looked back at him and smiled. I told him to let me know when he was ready. It wasn’t much longer before he was. So I slid to the floor in front of him. Put my mouth around the head and looked him in the eyes as I jerked him. He groaned loudly as he shot his load into my mouth.

I left my panties on the floor when we straightened our clothes. Then we went back down and rejoined the reception.

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