I thought back to that weekend in 2014. My brother had asked me to go with him to the wedding of one of his best friends from his office. I really didn’t want to go, but he’s my brother, and he needed the moral support we have always given each other since we were toddlers.
About half an hour before the ceremony was to start, my brother came over, with a pretty redhead at his side. He told me his friend, the groom, needed his help, and would I mind talking to Jennifer for a few minutes.
“Justine,” the redhead corrected, as my brother left.
“I’m Vince,” I shook her hand. “And I take it, by the fact that he doesn’t even know your name, that you and my brother aren’t dating?” I laughed.
“Are you trying to find out if I have a boyfriend?” Justine looked me in the eye, challengingly.
I was a little taken aback by her directness, and I think I stammered a moment or two before replying, “Well, yes, that would interest me to know!”
“I recently dumped my boyfriend,” she smiled. “He wouldn’t put out often enough to keep me happy!”
OK, this woman was forward and direct. I liked that!
“So, you haven’t gotten any in a while?” I decided to be just as direct.
“I didn’t say that!” Justine winked. “I do have a steady girlfriend.”
“You’re… you’re… ” I think my voice sounded disappointed.
“A lesbian?” Justine laughed.
I looked at her.
“Relax. I’m bi. I still love a real hard cock, as well as a soft pussy.”
I really didn’t know where to take this conversation form there. So I changed the subject, to current events in the news. Justine was up to date on what was going on. As smart and informed as she was beautiful.
I told her that my brother, who had introduced us, was a coworker of the groom.
“What a coincidence,” she smiled. “I’m a coworker of the bride.”
We talked a little more, just general chit-chat, getting to know more about each other’s personality and interests. And then we had to take our seats, because the wedding ceremony was about to start. Unfortunately, I was seated on the groom’s side, and Justine on the bride’s side. So no chance to spend more time with her, at least not for a while.
After the I Do’s, we all went to the reception, where I looked for Justine, but I failed to find her among the 200 or so wedding guests.
After a sumptuous dinner, the DJ started some dance records.
The bride and groom had their first dance, as is traditional. Then I saw Justine headed toward my table.
“Dance with me?” she whispered, a hint of something in her voice. Perhaps an unspoken promise that this special night might lead to more than just dancing?
As I held Justine in my arms and waltzed her around the floor, I looked her up and down. She was very tall, and had all the right curves in all the right places, as they say.
As we danced, Justine returned to the topic of sex.
“They say a man who can dance well standing up dances even better lying down,” Justine winked.
“My mom made me take dance lessons since I was a toddler,” I replied. “As for horizontal dancing, I listened and learned, as women I dated told me and showed me how they like me to move.”
“Good man, that you listen and not just started banging away. “
“What can I say, I want my dates to enjoy it.”
“Do you know why women like to go to other people’s weddings?”
“No idea,” I admitted.
“Well, at a wedding, everyone knows that the bride is about to get a really good fuck from her groom, maybe the best and most loving fuck of her whole life.”
“Everyone knows that? I’m not sure that I knew it.”
“Surely you know a groom services his woman on her wedding night!” Justine laughed.
“Yeah,” I agreed.
“And everyone is turned on thinking about it. So we women go to weddings, go to where the bride is happily thinking about the unforgettable banging she’s about to get. We go hoping there will be a hot stud who’s as turned-on by the bride’s impending sex as we are, and who will want to fuck us even better than the bride is about to get.”
“Is that why you’re here, Justine? To find yourself an even better fuck than the bride’s going to get tonight?”
“Partly.”
“And you plan to seduce my brother into giving you what you need?”
“No, silly!” Justine smiled. “You’re WAY hotter than your brother! I would even say you’re the hottest stud in this whole room.”
“Except for the groom.”
“Maybe in the eyes of the bride. But you’re much hotter. And from what I can see of your trouser bulge, much better equipped for the task than the groom is!”
I think I blushed a bit at that compliment.
Justine wrapped her arms tighter around me as we danced. Even through her skirt and my trousers, I could practically feel the soft fabric of her skimpy panties against my cock. That’s how close she pressed herself up against me now.
“Mmm, yes,” Justine smiled. “Feels like you went back for a second helping, when they were parceling out dick length!”
After two more dances together, Justine whispered hotly in my ear, “I have a room upstairs in this hotel. A really nice, elegant little suite. Would you like to see it?”
“Yes,” I agreed, knowing I wouldn’t see any part of the suite that wasn’t visible from the bed.
Justine led me by the hand to the elevator, then we kissed hard throughout the whole elevator ride up. Then with her left hand down my trousers, we walked down the hall to her hotel room.
Once in her room, she went right for my zipper. “I’ve got to see if you’re as big as you feel.”
By then I was as hard as a diamond, and my manhood plopped out heavily.
“Mmm!” she smiled.
She put her finger on my cock and slid it along the whole length. “One… two… ” she began counting.
“Not that I’m complaining,” I said, “and your hand feels really good on my hard cock. But what are you doing?”
“From knuckle to knuckle on this finger is exactly one inch.”
“Eight… nine… TEN!” Justine smiled, and I swore she was about to clap her hands and jump up and down like a happy little girl on a playground.
Justine removed her blouse and skirt, and now it was my turn to be impressed with her natural endowments.
Her breasts were largish. Not porn star surgically enhanced big. But full and round and beautiful. Her body then tapered to a smallish waist and full round hips. And a sweet ass as perfectly rounded as her breasts. Her legs were quite long, but also curvy in all the right spots. The hair between her thighs was the same stunning shade of red as on top of her head, and just as neat and well groomed!
As we kissed naked in each other’s arms, Justine told me she wanted only a one night stand, and we would never see each other again after that night.
“So make it a lifetime cherished memory for me,” Justine smiled. “And let me be able to truthfully tell my girlfriend that I got far and away he better fuck tonight than Lynn [the bride] is getting from her new husband tonight.”
Justine gently led me by my cock to her bed.
I hoped that my foreplay, and my ten inches pleasuring her pussy and her ass, were as memorable for her as she wanted. I know that for two weeks afterward, having made slow, intensely passionate love with Justine until well past dawn, was just about all I could think of day and night.
But I knew she had wanted this to be only a one-night stand, so I respected her wishes and didn’t ask for her phone number, or seek her out.
Then one day about two weeks after Lynn’s wedding, I saw Justine pushing her shopping cart down the grocery store aisle toward me. She saw me, too.
Justine ran into my arms and kissed me. She jumped up and wrapped both of her sexy long legs around my waist, shoving her tongue deep into my mouth as we kissed.
“I know we said just a one-night stand,” Justine sighed heavily. “But damn it, I miss that ten inch cock of yours!”
I kissed her. “That tight little pussy squeezing my hard cock is all I can think about, all day and all night.”
“Take me home, Vince, and fuck me hard?” Justine practically begged.
“Oh hell yes!” I agreed.
We both left our shopping carts in the middle of the supermarket aisle. I left my car in the parking lot, and I got into the passenger seat of Justine’s car. Justine drove to her place at about ninety miles an hour through city streets. The whole time, I had her skirt up and my left middle finger deep in her wetness.
She unlocked her front door and kicked it shut behind us. She then jumped up on me, her legs wrapped around me again. I carried her on my hips, as she pointed up the stairs and down the hall to her bedroom.
She climbed off me, shoved me on my back on her bed, and practically ripped my jeans off of me.
She then rode me like she hadn’t had a cock in her for twenty years, even though I had made love with her for seven straight hours just two weeks earlier. I shot three big loads up her that day, and she soaked my cock in her sweet juices at least five times.
We began dating a lot after that… and a lot of bed time together, too!
Justine eventually introduced me to her girlfriend/lover Kat, and Kat’s boyfriend Dave. I liked them both immediately, and we became close friends.
I knew from Justine, that Kat was trapped in a bad marriage, no love, no sex. And that Dave and Justine were how Kat got her sexual needs met, including her need to be a loving and giving sex partner to both of them. I also knew that Justine occasionally had sex with Dave too.
Justine wanted me to fuck Kat, she brought it up from time to time. But I told Justine honestly that she is the only pussy I want, the only one I have any interest in.
