I had received the invitation to my cousin's wedding in the post, and was glad that I was able to get time from work to go to Canada to attend. My cousin, Samantha - Sammy to all who knew her- was a stunning young woman. She had the build of a model. Long flame red hair, milky white skin and at 6ft tall, had long, slender legs. One of the most feminine-looking women you could hope to see, although ironically, she could drink most guys under the table if she tried, and she loved to watch sports and drink beer. Her fiancé, Tom, was a lucky man indeed. A Man…Sammy had been openly bisexual since her late teens, and as I lived in the UK and had not seen her in several years, I didn’t know until I received the invite whether she was marrying a guy or a girl.

I arrived in Montreal from the UK a few days after the main bulk of the UK-based family had arrived and settled in. For most of them, it was their first time visiting Canada to see our family over there. I had been several times before, and had seen Sammy and the others there more often over the years, although it had been several years since my last visit. A good selection of Aunts, uncles, and cousins from the UK had made the trip.

I had missed some of the pre-wedding gatherings that had already taken place. Group visits to Downtown Montreal, going to a Hockey game, stuff I had done before, so wasn’t bothered about missing, but it was a shame I had missed some of the initial long overdue reunions. I had arrived in time for a gathering at Sammy’s sister's house. She was having a low-key gathering whilst the Canadiens vs The New York Rangers game was on TV, and the beers, chips and dips were readily available. It was great to see everyone again, easily laughing like we had never been apart. I got to meet Tom for the first time; he seemed a decent guy who fit easily into our family's way of teasing each other and the banter that came with that. It was the first time that the Canadian lot met my cousin Steve’s girlfriend, Sarah. I had met Sarah a handful of times back home, and she was great. A very attractive blonde girl, who gave as good as she got in the friendly piss-taking. She was as sassy as she was sexy. I was embarrassed at how much I fancied my cousin's girlfriend. Sammy certainly noticed her. I caught her eyes lingering on Sarah for a beat too long. Sarah didn’t seem to notice, and I don’t think anyone else did. But I noticed, and I was fairly sure Sammy knew I had noticed.

My Uncle Harry, the proud father of the bride, hosted a Barbeque at his house the day before the wedding. It was another good chance to catch up and also an opportunity to meet some of Sammy’s family from her mother's side, who we didn’t really know, and some of Sammy’s friends. I got chatting to Sammy’s cousin Chris and his partner Nina, and Sammy mentioned that I would be at their table at the Wedding reception tomorrow, so it was good to chat to them. Chris seemed nice, and Nina was very cool. She was a photographer by trade, and was quirky, yet undeniably hot. Not a look I normally went for: short bobbed brunette hair, fishnets and Doc Marten boots…a bit punk/goth style.

Later in the evening, I was chatting to Sammy on the deck, and she pulled me aside and looked serious. She gestured over to our Aunty Dawn, my father's brother's wife. It was her first trip to Canada. “Have you noticed, Aunt Dawn? She seems down,” Sammy said to me with concern. “She is trying to conceal it with smiles and laughs, but I can see it in her eyes, I’m sure.”

I nodded. “Yeah, I think things have been a bit off between her and our uncle for quite a while…probably years,” I said, wanting to be honest about the limited info I had. “They are like a lot of middle-aged couples in their 50s, I suppose. Just going through the motions; he golfs a lot, he goes to the soccer every weekend. She is left alone a lot,” I told her.

Dawn had gained some weight over the decades, not fat by any stretch. In fact, the curves added to her always voluptuous figure. Her once lush brown hair now had a few streaks of grey in it, but she was still an attractive woman, or so I thought and always had done. I lowered my voice to a whisper to Sammy.

“You know, Aunt Dawn was my first real crush,” I said with a slight laugh.

“Oh my god, really?!?” Sammy smiled back

“Yeah, as a teenager, I fancied her, properly fancied her. In my 17-year-old head, she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.” I replied, my mind reminiscing.

Sammy took in my words about Dawn and her situation with our Uncle, and about my nearly 25-year crush on her, with a thoughtful smile. I had no idea a scheme was brewing in her mind. She squeezed my arm and thanked me. I saw her speaking to Dawn, and Dawn laughing and smiling with her.

The next day was the wedding, and the venue was perfect for the sunny weather, with a great outdoor terrace for drinks. Sammy looked incredible. Her slim-fitting, pearly white gown hugged her form like a second skin. Everyone gasped as she entered the room with her father on her arm. Tom looked rightfully proud. Sarah also turned heads. A Navy blue dress that fell just above her knees, to showcase her smooth-toned legs and some Navy blue high-heel shoes to match her dress. I was jealous of Steve! Aunty Dawn also made a lovely effort. A White and Crimson dress showcased her curves, and the crimson strappy slingback stilettos drew her feet to the eye. Her toes were always impeccably pedicured and her skin always smooth. My uncle was oblivious to it, and I doubt he commented on her when they left for the wedding that day.

After the ceremony, at the wedding reception, the bride and groom circled the room, making their rounds, greeting guests and expressing gratitude to everyone. Speeches were made, and there were tears and laughter as toasts were made and drunk to. Drinking was a big part! As I said, Sammy could beat most people in a drinking contest, so there was a lot available from the open bar and the copious amounts of wine at the tables.

The room was buzzing, friends and family catching up, lots of laughter, in particular from Dawn. She always had such wonderful, infectious laughter when someone made her properly laugh deeply. It was nice to see her forgetting her worries, or at least pretending to, and having a nice time. She had been on the dance floor and was doing great. I went outside to the Terrace, and my Uncle Harry was there. I told him what a great job he had done helping to organise (and probably pay for!) the wedding. I was having a smoke of one of the Cuban Cigars I had bought with me, and Harry joined me. We smoked and chatted and sipped whisky for quite a while as they were at least 60-minute cigars.

******

Sammy had picked her moment carefully. Nina was already on board with her plan. She had also been working on Sarah on and off the previous day at the barbeque and today at the wedding. Dawn was tipsy. Not drunk, but certainly loosened up. She had stepped away from the dance floor and was a bit flushed and hot from the dancing and the wine. Sammy approached her and put her arm round her waist.

“Oh hi Sammy darling!” Dawn beamed at her. “I know we have all said it so many times, but you look so lovely, Sammy; you always do, but you are such a beautiful bride!”

“Aww, thanks, Aunt Dawn. You look so beautiful today too! Thanks for making such an effort.”

“Oh, thank you, Sammy. I don’t feel it; I can't believe I am so old now. I remember when you were born! But it's nice of you to say. Stuart barely noticed,” Dawn said, inadvertently giving an insight into what Sammy and I had been discussing.

“I’ve noticed,” Sammy said, disarming Dawn slightly.

“Sammy, what…what do you mean? What have you noticed?”

“I can see the weight you carry. You laugh, you dance. But I can see your eyes; I’m not stupid. Stuart never looks at you, and he is an idiot. I see your eyes drifting to some of the guys here today,” Sammy said

Dawn looked sheepish, hesitant to admit that Sammy was right. “Oh, I mean, there are some handsome young men here today, Sammy; you have some lovely friends! It's nice to look, of course it is, but it's just a nice thought!” Dawn smiled, the wine loosening her lips a bit.

“It doesn’t have to be,” Sammy replied, seeing Dawn's eyes change. “If Uncle Stuart hasn’t touched you and made you feel how every woman should be made to feel, then I am sorry for you. I know of several guys here tonight that have mentioned how attractive you are and would love to be in my uncle's place.”

“Oh stop it!” Dawn laughed, but she sensed Sammy wasn’t joking.

“You deserve to be treated properly. I can imagine you have been hungry for it for a long time.”

“Oh Sammy, I don’t know what you are talking about,” Dawn said back.

“Don’t you?” Sammy stepped closer to Dawn. “I can make sure it happens. It might be my wedding, but that doesn’t mean I can't give a gift to you.”

“Sammy, I… that's…that’s not,” Dawn stammered.

“It's ok,” Sammy’s voice softened. I am not judging; I am offering. I have a hotel suite upstairs. 225. I know people who would love to give you what you have wanted and been denied. The offer is there." Sammy said as she walked away and towards the stairs.

Dawn watched her as she walked away. She didn’t know what to think. She had thought of leaving her husband for years, and despite her brave face, she hated how invisible he made her feel. Sammy’s words ignited something in her. She couldn’t deny; maybe it was the wine, but the thought of a young man, maybe one of Sammy’s young friends, giving her what she desired definitely turned her on. She hesitated for a couple of minutes. Finished her drink and looking to make sure nobody saw her, she quietly headed for the stairwell up to the hotel rooms.

******

I went back inside after I finished my cigar. It struck me that I hadn’t seen Sammy for quite a while, even before I had gone outside. I asked if anyone had seen her, and one of her friends mentioned that he had seen her heading upstairs a little while back. Just then, my phone buzzed with a text message from Sammy.

Come to room 225. Now

Intrigued, I headed for the stairs, up to the second floor and found room 225. I knocked, and a few seconds later, Sammy answered, took my hand and practically dragged me through to the suite's main living room. The sight I saw stopped me dead in my tracks, and Sammy smiled at me with a hint of mischief in her eyes. Sarah was sitting in the suite's armchair, her legs spread wide and her black lace panties draped loosely around one of her ankles. Sammy dropped to her knees in front of Sarah, resuming her eager feast on the blonde woman’s glistening pussy, which was on display and as beautiful as I had imagined it would be. Sammy lapped greedily at Sarah’s folds, with the eagerness of someone who has realised they have just committed to be with one person for the rest of their life. Sarah writhed under Sammy’s expert work, running her fingers through Sammy’s Red hair, moaning and gasping at every stroke of her tongue.

“Join us,” Sammy said between licks. “Don’t just stand there.”

My mind raced, processing what I was seeing, but my cock throbbed under my trousers. I had lusted after Sarah since I first met her a few months prior, and she was being offered to me. I stepped forward to Sarah’s side, unzipping my trousers. My cock sprang forward, hard and aching for her. Sarah turned to face it and leaned forward to take me in her mouth. She gripped the base and sucked hard on the head of my cock, swirling her tongue round the sensitive tip before taking me fully. Her lips stretched as she ran her mouth slowly up and down the length of me.

Sammy lifted her mouth from Sarah’s wet cunt and replaced her tongue with her fingers, pushing two inside Sarah. She looked up at me, enjoying Sarah’s mouth. “I saw that you noticed me looking at her the other day,” She said in a teasing voice as she worked Sarah’s pussy. “I wanted her right there and then, but couldn’t find the right moment,” she purred.

From the next room, the bedroom of the suite, a frantic moan and cry suddenly echoed through. My eyes flicked to Sammy’s in a silent enquiry.

“Oh yeah,” Sammy beamed. “That’s the other surprise.”

“Who is in there?” I asked, catching my breath as Sarah’s throat tightened around me.

Sammy’s fingers continued inside Sarah. “Aunt Dawn. She had had a few glasses of wine, and I guess she was feeling uninhibited. I managed to coax her up here, promised she would get what she has been craving for years,” she said, grinning wickedly at me. “But I didn’t tell her who would give it to her.”

“Who is with her?” I pressed

“Nina,” Sammy replied. “She is taking excellent care of her.” Sammy raised her voice, calling out. “Nina, how many times has she come already?”

From the bedroom, Nina called back, almost triumphantly, “Six! And she has cried 3 times, just from the anticipation. She needs to be filled properly.”

Sammy’s eyes locked onto mine. The words ignited something almost primal in me. I had wanted this for more than 20 years. Ever since my adolescent fantasies fixated on Dawn. Without a word, I pulled my cock from Sarah’s mouth and headed for the bedroom door.

The image as I walked in will stay with me for the rest of my life. My Aunt Dawn was on her hands and knees on the plush king-size bed. Her dress was hiked up around her waist, exposing her full, curvy ass. A Hotel sleep mask had been improvised as a blindfold, covering her eyes. Nina was kneeling next to her, with her fingers pumping expertly into Dawn’s swollen pussy, making my Aunt shudder and moan.

Sammy and Sarah had followed me into the room. Sammy’s voice was firm and directive, but importantly, didn’t mention any names. “You, get on the bed next to her and masturbate, make it good, make her hear how horny she makes you,” she nodded toward Sarah, who complied eagerly, scrambling up onto the bed and spreading her legs. Her fingers circled her clit hungrily. Then Sammy gestured towards me. “And you, get behind her.”

I knelt on the bed behind Dawn. My hands were trembling as I traced her calves and ankles in tender caresses. My pent-up desire overwhelmed my concerns that this was probably wrong. Her skin was soft. I couldn’t resist leaning down and pressing some gentle kisses along her exposed toes, painted a vibrant red, and her soft arches and soles. Her feet, that I had dreamed of covering in my cum, so many times in the last 25 years. The scent of them, and the faint hint of leather from her shoes, which had been discarded nearby. Dawn shifted slightly, a low hum of pleasure at the unexpected touch. Her mind raced, wondering who it might be behind her and her toes flexed invitingly. I took her big toe in my mouth and sucked gently on it, swirling my tongue around the painted nail as I massaged her arch with my thumb. She moaned, as Nina carried on fingering her. I lavished both feet with attention, nipping at the heels, and getting my tongue in between her toes. My cock throbbed almost painfully with the years of pent-up fantasy. I couldn’t resist, and I rubbed the tip of myself onto her soles, the pre cum slicking them up. I stroked myself frantically and erupted some thick ropes of cum onto her toes, arches and ankles, dripping down the curves onto the bedsheets below. Dawn gasped at the sudden warmth of the splattering.

The release left me spent momentarily, my erection softening. Sammy noticed, and her eyes flicked to my cock, with a smile. “You’re not done yet,” she said, reaching to wrap her hand around my shaft, stroking it with firm pulls, cupping my balls and massaging them with her other hand. “Let's get you ready again,” she said as she gestured for Nina to join her.

Nina took the head of my cock in her mouth and sucked hard on it, as Sammy stroked my length and took a turn sucking the head of it, letting Nina stroke me. Expertly, they revived me quickly. Fully hardened again, she looked at me with a satisfied nod, “Now, fill her.”

I knelt and took hold of Dawn's soft hips and plunged my cock inside her in one thrust.

“Oh, God!” Dawn cried out as I breached her. Her neglected pussy gripped me like a vice. Her body arched as I filled her. I fucked her with long, deliberate thrusts, savouring the sensation of her inner walls as my cock stroked her. Her curvy frame rocked forward with the force, and after a few strokes, she started pushing back instinctively on me.

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