My first time with another guy

Last month I went to a wedding by myself, having a hubby who works nightshift and sleeps all day. At the reception I was seated next to a nice young guy. He was the brother of the bridegroom. I didn't know him but we chatted away, grateful for his company. I thought he was kind to be attentive to me, as I'm old enough to be his mum.

After the meal he drank a little too much. Finally he came and sat beside me, admitting he was concerned about driving home above the alcohol limit. His job depended on travelling by company car. I was about to call a taxi so I offered to drive him. At his flat I helped him indoors and made coffee. When I came out of the kitchen with the cups he was slumped across his bed. I took off his shoes and loosened his tie. He grinned at me in embarrassment and tried to sit up to take off his jacket. I helped him to undress until he wore only his shirt and brief underpants, Thinking what a nice young athletic body he had. My idea was to cover him with the duvet and let him sleep off the effects. He obviously had other ideas. His hand reached out as he lay back on the bed. It went up under my skirt, gently stroking the skin between my stocking top and knickers. He's tipsy and doesn't know what he's doing, I thought. excusing the familiarity and allowing him to caress my thigh. There's ample flesh there to fondle as I'm what your readers would call a mature woman, quite well rounded with large breasts and a rather plumpish arse.
 
I don't know why I let him continue but there I remained beside the bed while his hand roved. Then I felt a drawing down of my briefs over my hips and bum until they dropped to the floor at my feet. The hand moved between my thighs and explored there. He stroked my mound and then his fingertips lightly traced the line of my cunt lips. This was allowing too much, I considered, gripping his wrist. But the fingers stroked on, up and down my crevice until my cunt pouted and parted as if welcoming the fondling I sighed helplessly and even bent my knees slightly, my legs opening to offer better access. I took fright at that, knowing arousal was getting the better of me. Whatever was I doing? Standing there letting a lad half my age touch me up! I hardly knew him. But by now a probing finger sought entry and my cunt was opening and juicing with the fluid of arousal, He went in to the second knuckle, my cunt squelching quite noisily and embarrassingly as his finger tickled and tormented well inside me. "Oh, no, no," I pleaded, but did not attempt to move away. There we stood for long minutes while he felt me. My grasp on his wrist was now used not to halt his progress but to guide his hand until he was right on my clitty and I was squirming with the lovely pleasure of it.

We were both moaning and sighing softly, our groans mingling. "Oh, it's nice," I heard myself gasping, pushing my cunt against his hand. "Oh, you'll. make me come, c-o-m-e And then I thought why not? My husband was no great shakes as a lover; It was weeks since we made love, and as for having an orgasm brought on by someone else other than myself, well, that was a rarity these days. So I shuddered and gasped standing before him with legs apart while he played with my cunt. I felt a surge sweep up from my lower belly; unresisting and uncaring I shook like a jelly and cried out as I had a lovely strong come. He reached up with his free hand to squeeze one of my hanging breasts. Automatically I unbuttoned my blouse and opened it. letting him see my bosom overflowing my bra. I had a sudden great desire to let him see all of me. I pulled off the blouse and bra and dropped my skirt. Left only in suspender and stockings, I wobbled my breasts before his gaze and then caught them and cupped them in my hands as if offering them to him.

"Do you like them?" I asked shyly. His answer was to reach out to grasp them both, mumbling they were big beauties and he wanted to suck them. I obliged by lowering them over his face while he sucked upon each hardening nipple in turn. As he did this I pulled down his Y-fronts until the elastic waistband was supporting his balls. His prick reared above, stiff and thrusting. "Oh, I want that," I moaned helplessly, grasping his upright prick. "Put it up me as far as it will go-" So saying, I bent over to lick and kiss his shaft up its whole length from his balls until its head was between my lips. I tasted its salty fluid, felt its rigidness throb in my mouth. But my cunt demanded a share too. It ached to be filled. I got up over his recumbent form, lowering my buttocks, my hands pulling the cheeks apart. He helped by pointing his tool at my cunt, and I sank upon it gratefully, taking it full length up my lubricated channel easily. "It's lovely, it's heaven," I told him, moving up and down over the prick on the soles of my feet. It was indeed heaven to feel a stiff young cock up me; I squirmed on it, used a grinding action to work it into me, fell forward and jerked madly on the prick while my big breasts enveloped his face. Then he gripped me tightly, heaving his body against mine until we both cried out in our ecstasy as we climaxed in strong unstoppable convulsive movements.

We both lay as we were, kissing deeply until our mouths and tongues seemed moulded together as heightened arousal returned with the fondling and touching. To me it seemed the most natural thing in the world that we should fuck again. I wanted it badly. He rolled me over and clambered out from underneath me, then he caught me by the hips and drew me towards the bottom of the bed until my legs were overhanging and he was between them. The head of his prick nudged at my cunt lips, and I put my hand down between my legs, grasping his stalk and guiding it home. He pushed and I reared my buttocks, the hard shaft gliding deep inside me. It seemed to go up and up without end. I could feel its actual shape, round and rigid, filling me tight as a cork yet moving smoothly as I was already well lubricated with my own juices, plus the amount of sperm he had shot into me. Now the hard prick I was taking had me writhing about in unbridled ecstasy. I urged him on to fuck me harder, my voice hoarse, while I thrust back my bottom to receive every last bit of his rigid length. I loved it, for the first time in my life allowing my animality to overcome my basic inhibitions as I urged him to go harder. To help him I raised my bum higher, reaching back to grasp the cheeks and pull them apart to gain deeper penetration as his thrusts increased. He rose on tip-toes, bending further over me, his belly pounding my buttocks. I think we climaxed together. Malcolm stood back from me with a shrinking cock and I rose unsteadily, spunk trickling down my inner thighs and the valley of my breasts plastered with sweat. What a sight I must have been!

Tidied up, I left for home, not actually refusing his invitation to visit the flat in the future. I found my husband just rising from bed to go to work. While he was shaving in the bathroom I undressed and had a sudden wicked thought. I remained naked, stretched out on the covers awaiting his return. He dropped his pyjama trousers and with the best hard-on he'd had for ages gave me my third fucking of the evening. It seemed one couldn't get too much of a good thing. "You should go to weddings more often, love," he said in delight after rising from me. "Seems to have put you in the mood. We should do this more often too." I lay back feeling that we would, his eyes devouring my bared breasts and cunt in a way he hadn't done for years. As for further visits to the flat where it all happened, I'm still thinking about whether I can make it.