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[B] I planned it all, and it worked to perfection. As soon as R told me G was coming to her wedding on his own, I decided. You can call it old time’s sake or whatever you like. I call it lust.
[G] R was an old school friend. She and B had been almost joined at the hip. She was the first of our group to marry. My girlfriend, younger than us, had just started university and wasn’t coming along. I almost didn’t go myself; it would have been easy to have swapped duties.
[B} I saw him arrive at the hotel the night before the wedding. It was almost dark by then and I was just going down to meet R and her family. I saw the red sports car sweep in, and I saw G, not in uniform but with the air of someone who was used to being dressed that way. I felt the familiar yearning between my legs and my nipples leapt to attention.
[G] I thought I saw B when I was checking in but by the time I looked around again, she’d gone. Happy memories of that sweltering summer came back. Ah well, all in the past and best left there.
[B] I’d chosen carefully for the wedding, can’t upstage the bride with the dress but what’s underneath is a different matter, isn’t it? The cream basque was new and it pushed my tits up just where I wanted them, cream satin knickers to match and white hold-up stockings. I fancied myself.
[G] The remarkable thing about being a serving officer is that your uniform is always the right attire. The Flying Officer insignia was still a novelty, and everyone would ask me about the wings but it’s a small price to pay. My girlfriend loves it when we go out and I’m still in uniform.
[B] I saw him just before the service, he looks good in RAF blue. That yearning came back. R has us at the same table, well, I asked her.
[G] I found myself sitting next to B at the reception, she looks good. On her own too, surprisingly, but her other half is working away or something. Oh well, someone to chat to I suppose.
[B] Speeches and stuff done, everyone was chatting and drinking. My hand found its way onto G’s knee.
[G] B doesn’t change, that’s her hand on my knee. Too much to drink.
[B] He didn’t react. I moved my hand higher and feel him stirring.
[G] She moved her hand, I knew this could be embarrassing. Why did I do that? My hand is on her knee now.
[B] Go on, higher. I point out to G that the numbers on the place cards are the rooms people are staying in.
[G] She was coming on to me. I moved my hand higher, under her dress to the stocking top. She’s in 136.
[B] Fifteen minutes, don’t be late. I got up from the table and made for the exit. We’ve got nearly three hours before tonight’s party.
[G] What to do? I’m not the cheating sort, never have been. Five minutes later, I make my excuses and head upstairs. I’m in 151.
[B] I waited in my room, senses heightened. There was a knock at the door. Take your time, girl, I opened it and pulled him in. My lips are on his as soon as the door shuts.
[G] I’d hesitated outside her room. The wait after I’d knocked seemed like hours. As soon as she opened the door, she pulled me in, and those soft, welcoming lips were on mine in an instant. I heard the door shut and I hope no one saw us. B was always a great kisser. Time had not changed that.
[B] I felt one hand in the small of my back pressing me towards him as I linked mine behind his neck. His spare hand found my zip and slowly undid my dress. We broke off, I stepped out of my dress and kicked off my shoes. I realised how much taller he was now.
[G] As I unzipped her dress, she kissed me hard, dragging me towards her. I felt the lace down her back as the dress fell open. She came up for air and stepped off her shoes, she was a good six inches shorter than me these days. I turned her around as she shrugged off the dress.
[B] I know I looked good in that dress, but I looked even better now. He placed his hands on my cinched waist, then moved them up to my tits. My nipples were rock hard, straining against the fabric. I bent forward and pushed my arse backwards towards him.
[G] I massaged those soft, welcoming tits. Her nipples felt like bullets, straining against the lacy fabric. I kissed her bare neck and shoulders, then slowly undid the six clasps in front of me. I kissed her back as I progressed. It fell forward. I moved my hands to cradle her soft, round, welcoming tits.
[B] He kissed my spine as he slowly undid me. I felt the yearning grow between my legs. By the time he’d finished, I was convinced he was going to bend me over, rip my knickers off and take me from behind. Instead, he went slowly, building the tension, slowly lowering them, then gently massaging me between my legs.
[G} She stepped out of her knickers after I’d lowered them slowly. She bent forward, I was tempted to take her from behind, shades of the bench in the churchyard, when we first got together. I caressed her lips, my finger found the mark and I pushed it gently into her, then a second.
[B] I thought he was going to take me roughly from behind, but he fingered me so gently. I was weak at the knees, a mass of wanton desire. I wanted him inside me. He turned me, kissed me gently, then led me to the bed.
[G] I knew she was expecting bull-at-a-gate, teenage-style . I took things slowly, building up the tension. I lowered her on the bed slowly and gently. B raised her arms as if she was surrendering. She slowly parted her thighs. Her lips were pink and swollen, running with juices. I lay between her legs, supporting myself and kissed her round tits, taking as much into my mouth as I could, first the left and then the right.
[B] I was about to explode when he sucked my tits. I felt him rub his huge cock along my lips then he slowly eased himself into me. I raised my hips to welcome him and felt my willing pussy open as he eased into me.
[G] I stopped when I was almost full inside her. I felt her pussy relax around me. I pulled back, then slowly drove in further, deeper, then back again until I was almost out of her before driving in to the hilt. She moaned as I pushed against her, then bucked upwards, wrapping her legs behind me, locking me balls-deep in her.
[B] When her drove right in I lost control, I had to have him right in me. I pushed back then squeezed him closer with my legs. I’ve never felt so full. Then I relaxed my legs, he started moving slowly, and rhythmically, fist deep, then shallow, short thrusts then long. I writhed and ground myself against him and my muscles started to tighten.
[G] B’s pussy started to pulse and tighten. I knew she was close, then she seemed to lose all control. I drove deeper, harder, and faster and her muscles went into spasm, tightening around me. I wasn’t going to last long either. The she threw her hips upwards in a violent jerk, screamed loudly and locked herself around me.
[B] I’ve never come so hard as I did that afternoon, be assured I’ve tried. I held him so tight, forcing him to fill me. I felt then jets of hot juice as he coated my insides. I relaxed and held him close, not allowing him to withdraw.
[G] I lay between her legs for five, maybe ten minutes, then rolled next to her. B wanted to be held. We spooned, and I cradled her tits.
[B] It was nice lying there after we’d fucked like that. His hand stroked my left tit gently, it set me off again. pushed my arse back into him, reached behind me, and massaged his growing cock.
[G} The girl was insatiable, she’d just had an enormous orgasm, now she wanted to go again. I’m not Superman but as soon as she started to stroke me, I was preparing for take-off. She pushed her arse further backwards, moved her left leg forward slightly and with one gentle movement, I was inside her again. She was so wet and aroused that I slipped straight in, as far as I could, in one gentle movement. She tensed slightly, sighed, and relaxed.
[B] Sometimes you want to go slowly, sometimes you don’t. Right now, I wanted a good pounding; a hard, rough, fucking. As he pressed into me, I rolled onto my front, lifted my knees, and pushed my arse into the air. He grabbed my hips and thrust into me.
[G] She turned onto her front and was soon on all fours. She was wet and wild, she just kept saying, “Harder, fuck me harder.” I grasped her hips and drove into her, fast and deep. She was so wet, so hot, I felt her soft pussy around me and the percussive slamming of my cock head against her. She writhed under me then started to breathe deeply.
[B] I felt it building, I lowered my chest and rubbed my tits against the sheets. He kept driving hard into me, then I lost control. My pussy went into spasm, I buried my head into the pillow and moaned as I pushed my arse higher, trying to get him deeper.
[G] She was like a bucking bronco; her pussy started to pulse, then did its now-familiar tensing around me. She lost control, and so did I. One last thrust into her depths and I let go, filling her.
[B] I felt like I had a fire hose inside me, he pumped so much juice into me. I fell onto the bed and felt him pull out of me, our juices oozing all over my legs. He held me until I fell asleep. When I woke, I was alone, the note said, “See you at the party!”
