Have to say it was a real catch-up again for Anna with Heth and me, of course, on the cam. No sex acts mores the pity; leastways we did a lot of reminiscing. Of course Anna had something else on her mind...
Its funny how some sexual encounters bring folk closer together, like Anna with her hots for Shirl, and with the wedding coming up at the weekend, the two of them spent a couple of long evenings together to ‘talk’ about personal preparations. Believe that and you’d believe anything!
Not that I minded! After their meetings, Anna would creep into the bedroom and wake me up with one of her delectable blow jobs or a hand job which was always followed by a good old fashioned fuck.
I’ve only ever enjoyed one wedding, mine and Anna’s, and if you caught her in the right mood she’d probably say it was all a big mistake – even after all these years! You certainly lose your freedom, but glad to say we found an indoor hobby to keep us occupied though the years.
With the big society wedding coming up, the last thing I wanted to do was attend but, being a good husband I did as I was told and accompanied Anna to the event of the year.
Well, I’d never met either the bride or groom but what struck me immediately was that it would never last! And they’d hardly even got to the altar.
Kerri looked lovely, but underlying her overdone make-up I had the feeling that she would be doing the rounds on a regular basis. How did I know? Sometimes you can read characters. Now her husband was one of the Hoorah Henry’s we love to avoid. Obviously his Daddy was a wealthy git and had splashed out more money on the wedding than I’d ever earn in a lifetime.
He’d hired a secluded country mansion for the whole event. Once there, it would be hard to escape, so I just gritted my teeth and got on with it. Never knew what the grooms name was until... well you can believe they had glossy printed wedding ceremony programmes. The poor git! No wonder he looked anxiously down the aisle to see if his bride would turn up. With a name like Peregrine, Percival, Unctuous de Pratt, it would be a sensible thing for a girl to turn and run. But she didn’t. Kerri arrived on the arm of her father and would very soon become Kerri de Pratt.
Talk about the them and us scenarios, the Hoorah Henry mob flooded most of the hall, whilst Kerri’s small family and friends were forced into a corner so to speak. Definite class issues.
Fuck ‘em, I thought. Anna went off to talk to Shirl and disappeared Lord knows where whilst I swallowed a drink or two, went out on the balcony then decided to go walk round the grounds of the mansion.
What an eye-opener that turned out to be! Our dear Kerri de Pratt could clearly be seen through one of the windows of the house, wedding dress round her neck and Peregrine’s best man going for her twat. I couldn’t believe it! Still in her wedding dress, her white frilly knickers dangling off one of her delicate ankles while storky best man used his ramming pole to start her married life off with what sounded like the fuck of the year. How her groans, gurgles and squeals were not heard I don’t know. Leastways it made good viewing!
By the time I turned to move away I realised that I was not the only one participating in voyeurism. The delectable little redhead had her hand under her skirt and in her knickers doubtless playing pussy galore. She was panting a bit so being a gentleman I asked if she wanted a hand.
The dirty little fucker grabbed me by the crotch, had my cock out and in her mouth before I could even ask her name. Out in the open, in full view of the downstairs windows of the mansion I was having the blowjob of all blowjobs by this nymphomaniac Ruby.
To say her mouth easily took my rigid cock was spot on, her expert tongue working miracles on my sensitised knob, her hand groping my loaded bollocks... I wanted to cum and she knew it. Took it straight down her throat with hardly a choke. Wondered if I’d lost my virility because when I shoot my lot down someone’s throat they usually gag like fuck.
Talking of that, this Ruby whispered ‘Let’s fuck.’
Before I could object, as if I would, she had my pants round my ankles and my flaccid cock in her hand. She worked wonders with it... got it rigid again, laid back on the grass, dress up to her waist, knickers flung on the ground and then I had to perform.
It felt as if the world was looking at us, but she wanted me missionary style which suited me though any perverts out there viewing the action would hardly have loved my naked butt bouncing up and down.
I slid so easily into her cunt, bollocks deep, yet hardly felt any friction. She was hot alright, wet, and had a hole big enough for three of me. Well worked she may have been but I hardly touched the sides. Mustn’t moan though. Gratuitous sex should never be turned down. Anyhow, I pumped and pumped and wondered if I’d ever hit the hotspot. My hand fumbled down below and found her clitoris. Christ alive! That was more like a door stop.
It was almost impossible doing that from missionary, shoes digging into the grass, knees slipping everywhere and all my weight on one elbow whilst I fiddled with her equipment.
‘Kiss me,’ she said gripping the back of my neck and pulling my head to hers, and with her tongue darting in and out my mouth I continued sliding in and out of her vagina. My body was being twisted out of shape. Maybe I should get a job as a contortionist; would be simpler than having it away with Ruby!
Never one to want to end any sexual encounter, this time I knew I was being used. It felt awkward so I considered trying to fake it in order to end the ordeal. I thought of all the sex I’d had with Anna and with Heth, all meaningful, loving and caring. This though was simply gratifying this Ruby.
‘Make me cum.’ She insisted.
‘Make me cum.’ I thought.
It was a trial, an effort, but at last I managed to spurt a few drams of spunk into her then, with more control positioning myself, I worked on her clit until she screamed blue murder. She quivered and shook, her complete body cramping up as she hit her own climax, or should that be crescendo?
When she had done, I rolled onto my back to pull up my pants and realised we had an audience.
Looking out of a window was the bride Kerri de Pratt. She had one hand over her breasts and her other one under her dress. Then she beckoned me over.
She slid the window open and much to Ruby’s utter disgust watched me climb in. Kerri slammed the window shut and then...