JoJo1
06-26-2009, 10:25 AM
Last year my husband and I attended a wedding in Germany.
I didn’t know anyone there as the groom was my husband’s friend.
It was summer and I’d chosen to wear a light cotton dress and no bra. I wasn’t feeling sexy but just that I didn’t want my bra to show with the thin shoulder straps that tied in a not on each side.
My husband had insisted that I wear stockings and suspenders for some evening frivolities later.
The wedding went off without a hitch.
Prior to the reception we went off for a walk and found a secluded place amongst the pine trees. We started kissing and my husbands hands were all over me. It felt my breasts and located my nipples. He then gently circled them before squeezing.
He removed a shoulder strap and exposed my breast before moving his head down to lick my nipple with his tongue.
I then felt his hand rubbing my crotch and the hem of my dress raising. His hand caressed my thigh reaching the top of my suspenders and the bare patch of skin.
He then moved his hand on to the front of my knickers and started to rub. His hand then went down the front of my knickers and he slipped his fingers in to my already moist opening.
My husband then removed his hand and turned me around.
I was leaning up against a tree as he pulled my knickers down. My dress was up around my hips with one breast hanging out.
I felt my husband enter me and very quickly start pumping me from behind. I was holding on to the tree as his tempo and force increased. It was all I could do to stop myself being thrust into the tree.
I then looked up and saw a young man watching me.
I’d seen him at the wedding and knew he was a guest.
I tried to get my husband to stop but he was approaching climax.
I couldn’t stop him and I couldn’t release my hands from the tree for fear of being thrust into it. Nor could I cover my exposed breast or pull down the hem of my dress.
I then felt my husband cum inside of me and quickly with draw.
I immediately covered up and told my husband that someone had seen us.
He didn’t seem to care having just satisfied himself and we returned to the reception.
The reception was held outside with numerous small marquees with long tables and bench seats. It was a warm night at the marquees had no sides.
People had formed in to groups and as the light faded coloured lights and solar lights were switched on around the garden. There was music playing and alcohol flowed freely.
During the evening my husband had consumed copious amounts of alcohol and was off socialising with the groom and his new found friends.
I was sat at a table, on a long bench seat not knowing another person and with no one to talk to.
A young German came and sat down beside me. He introduced himself as Helmut and I recognised him as the young man from the woods. He had the typical Germanic features. Over 6ft tall, dark hair, chiselled jaw and a fit body.
We started chatting and I knew he was trying to chat me up.
I estimated I was at least ten years older then him.
As we chatted the alcohol flowed and I was suddenly aware of Helmut using any excuse to touch me.
It started with the occasional touch of my hand as we spoke but then his hands started to linger.
I immediately moved my hand away and looked towards my husband. I needn’t have worried as he was too busy getting drunk with his mates.
Helmut got up and offered me a drink.
When he returned he touched my shoulder and with his other hand handed me the glass. Helmut then sat down beside me and as he did so I felt his hand gently slide down my back.
Before I cold react Helmut’s hand was resting on the small of my back.
I shifted my bottom moving myself away but all I achieved was moving Helmut’s hand to my thigh.
I put my hand on top of his to move it away but he simply placed his other hand on top of mine.
His first hand started to caress my thigh and I felt the hem of my dress being moved slowly up my leg.
I looked down and saw that my stocking top was exposed.
“No” I said, “my husband just over there!!!!”
“He hasn’t looked at you all night” was Helmut’s reply.
“What if he sees?”
Helmut then took hold of my hand and stood up.
He helped me up and keeping a firm grip on my hand walked me away.
We then walked to a concrete setting on the edge of the garden and woods.
There was no lighting here and we reached the table Helmut pulled me into him. He started kissing me and I felt his tongue enter my mouth. It started to explore and I felt myself responding.
His hand found my breasts and buttocks and eventually I realised that my dress was being raised up.
My breasts were both exposed as my shoulder straps and slipped down my arms.
Helmut moved his mouth down to my nipples and started to suck and lick my nipples. His hand continued to play with one of my nipples as his tongue played with other.
This felt so good and I found myself responding. It may have been the alcohol but I started to actively participate. I held on to his head and tried to position his tongue on to my nipple.
I felt his free hand caress my thighs and reach the top of my stockings. It went higher and higher and caressed the bare patch of skin before moving on up to my hip.
I felt my knickers being pulled down as he continued to pay a lot of attention to my breast and nipples.
As my knickers reached my knees I wriggled to assist them falling to my ankles. I then stepped out of them and opened my legs giving Helmut easier access.
Helmut then moved his head down lower and between my legs. He lifted on of my legs up and I leant back against the concrete table.
I shifted to get comfortable and placed both feet on the concrete chairs. With my legs Helmut had a free and uninterrupted access to me.
I felt his tongue gently lick the hood of my clitoris before gently applying more pressure in a circular action. His tongue then moved down, parting my lips and allowing my juices to flow before sliding back up.
This continued before he lifted my legs higher forcing me to lean back on the table. His tongue then found my entrance and slipped inside.
I immediately tensed realising that only a few hours earlier my husband had shot his load inside of me.
His tongue continued to work on me and I relented. It was just too good to stop him now. I leant back holding myself up on my forearms and elbows.
I felt Helmut’s tongue move to my perineum. He lingered, circling his tongue and applying slight pressure. I felt Helmut lift my thighs higher and then his tongue touched my arse hole.
He circled my arse being I felt his tongue enter me.
It felt fantastic and I moved my hand down to rub my clitoris. My other hand was squeezing my beast and pinching / pulling at my nipple.
I then had the most tremendous orgasm and just put my head back as the spasm rippled through my body.
Helmut then stood up and put his penis at my entrance. He ran the end between my lips, up and down before finding my entrance. I was so wet that when he pushed, his penis slipped straight in to me.
I gasped as it had still taken me by surprise.
Helmut started to thrust, slowly at first before increasing his tempo and force.
I thought I was going to orgasm again and I felt the warm sensation build up inside of me, moved my hand down to my clit and again began to rub furiously.
I came again but Helmut wasn’t finished.
He turned me over and pulled my cheeks apart before slipping in to me again. For the next few minutes he thrust into me before slowing and withdrawing.
I hadn’t felt him cum, so wasn’t sure what was happening. I then heard / felt him spit on to my arse hole.
His hands were holding my cheeks apart as he positioned himself as arse hole.
I felt the pressure just before he entered me.
It was tight but he took things slowly.
I felt a real burning sensation but as he withdrew that would ease before he pushed forwards.
His momentum increased and in doing so I felt him go deeper and deeper.
His hands moved up from my cheeks to my hips and he held me almost pulling me back on to him.
I looked up from the concrete table and could see all the other guests milling around the garden.
It felt so surreal, that I could see these people but none seemed to be aware of our presence or actions.
I heard my husband voice and could see him with a group of guys. How strange that I was being anally penetrated whilst watching him but he was none the wiser?
Another orgasm built up inside me and I again came.
I felt my sphincter tighten and almost immediately felt Helmut tense and shake and he shot his load into me.
After a few seconds of holding my hips firmly he released his grip and slid out of me. I collapsed down on to the table and lay there catching my breath.
My arse was exposed for all to see.
Helmut then walked in front of me and ran his penis over my lips. I flinched and turned my head away knowing where it had just been.
Helmut placed a hand on my head locking it in position against the table. His other hand then ran the end of his penis over my lips. He applied pressure and my lips parted and the end rubbed against my teeth.
I couldn’t smell or taste anything horrible so opened my mouth. I sucked and licked but he still went limp in my mouth.
I recognised the taste of cum just before he withdrew his limp dick.
I turned my head to look at him and watched his pull his trousers up and tuck his shirt in.
He then slapped my bare bottom before walking away.
I regained my composure and strength before standing up and sorting out my dress.
I looked on the floor but couldn’t find my knickers.
I walked back, alone to the marquees and almost immediately my husband ran up to me and grabbed my hands.
He started to dance with me and I felt his hand caress my breast and my bottom.
There were other people dancing to the slow music and all appeared equally as drunk.
My husband kissed me before breaking away.
“You’ve got no knickers on!!!!”
Trying to think quickly I replied, “I couldn’t after earlier and I was hoping for a repeat.”
My husband looked around and said, “Where?’
I then said, “There’s a concrete garden setting over there.”
We then walked over to the setting and had a repeat performance.
Well at least for me!!!!
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I didn’t know anyone there as the groom was my husband’s friend.
It was summer and I’d chosen to wear a light cotton dress and no bra. I wasn’t feeling sexy but just that I didn’t want my bra to show with the thin shoulder straps that tied in a not on each side.
My husband had insisted that I wear stockings and suspenders for some evening frivolities later.
The wedding went off without a hitch.
Prior to the reception we went off for a walk and found a secluded place amongst the pine trees. We started kissing and my husbands hands were all over me. It felt my breasts and located my nipples. He then gently circled them before squeezing.
He removed a shoulder strap and exposed my breast before moving his head down to lick my nipple with his tongue.
I then felt his hand rubbing my crotch and the hem of my dress raising. His hand caressed my thigh reaching the top of my suspenders and the bare patch of skin.
He then moved his hand on to the front of my knickers and started to rub. His hand then went down the front of my knickers and he slipped his fingers in to my already moist opening.
My husband then removed his hand and turned me around.
I was leaning up against a tree as he pulled my knickers down. My dress was up around my hips with one breast hanging out.
I felt my husband enter me and very quickly start pumping me from behind. I was holding on to the tree as his tempo and force increased. It was all I could do to stop myself being thrust into the tree.
I then looked up and saw a young man watching me.
I’d seen him at the wedding and knew he was a guest.
I tried to get my husband to stop but he was approaching climax.
I couldn’t stop him and I couldn’t release my hands from the tree for fear of being thrust into it. Nor could I cover my exposed breast or pull down the hem of my dress.
I then felt my husband cum inside of me and quickly with draw.
I immediately covered up and told my husband that someone had seen us.
He didn’t seem to care having just satisfied himself and we returned to the reception.
The reception was held outside with numerous small marquees with long tables and bench seats. It was a warm night at the marquees had no sides.
People had formed in to groups and as the light faded coloured lights and solar lights were switched on around the garden. There was music playing and alcohol flowed freely.
During the evening my husband had consumed copious amounts of alcohol and was off socialising with the groom and his new found friends.
I was sat at a table, on a long bench seat not knowing another person and with no one to talk to.
A young German came and sat down beside me. He introduced himself as Helmut and I recognised him as the young man from the woods. He had the typical Germanic features. Over 6ft tall, dark hair, chiselled jaw and a fit body.
We started chatting and I knew he was trying to chat me up.
I estimated I was at least ten years older then him.
As we chatted the alcohol flowed and I was suddenly aware of Helmut using any excuse to touch me.
It started with the occasional touch of my hand as we spoke but then his hands started to linger.
I immediately moved my hand away and looked towards my husband. I needn’t have worried as he was too busy getting drunk with his mates.
Helmut got up and offered me a drink.
When he returned he touched my shoulder and with his other hand handed me the glass. Helmut then sat down beside me and as he did so I felt his hand gently slide down my back.
Before I cold react Helmut’s hand was resting on the small of my back.
I shifted my bottom moving myself away but all I achieved was moving Helmut’s hand to my thigh.
I put my hand on top of his to move it away but he simply placed his other hand on top of mine.
His first hand started to caress my thigh and I felt the hem of my dress being moved slowly up my leg.
I looked down and saw that my stocking top was exposed.
“No” I said, “my husband just over there!!!!”
“He hasn’t looked at you all night” was Helmut’s reply.
“What if he sees?”
Helmut then took hold of my hand and stood up.
He helped me up and keeping a firm grip on my hand walked me away.
We then walked to a concrete setting on the edge of the garden and woods.
There was no lighting here and we reached the table Helmut pulled me into him. He started kissing me and I felt his tongue enter my mouth. It started to explore and I felt myself responding.
His hand found my breasts and buttocks and eventually I realised that my dress was being raised up.
My breasts were both exposed as my shoulder straps and slipped down my arms.
Helmut moved his mouth down to my nipples and started to suck and lick my nipples. His hand continued to play with one of my nipples as his tongue played with other.
This felt so good and I found myself responding. It may have been the alcohol but I started to actively participate. I held on to his head and tried to position his tongue on to my nipple.
I felt his free hand caress my thighs and reach the top of my stockings. It went higher and higher and caressed the bare patch of skin before moving on up to my hip.
I felt my knickers being pulled down as he continued to pay a lot of attention to my breast and nipples.
As my knickers reached my knees I wriggled to assist them falling to my ankles. I then stepped out of them and opened my legs giving Helmut easier access.
Helmut then moved his head down lower and between my legs. He lifted on of my legs up and I leant back against the concrete table.
I shifted to get comfortable and placed both feet on the concrete chairs. With my legs Helmut had a free and uninterrupted access to me.
I felt his tongue gently lick the hood of my clitoris before gently applying more pressure in a circular action. His tongue then moved down, parting my lips and allowing my juices to flow before sliding back up.
This continued before he lifted my legs higher forcing me to lean back on the table. His tongue then found my entrance and slipped inside.
I immediately tensed realising that only a few hours earlier my husband had shot his load inside of me.
His tongue continued to work on me and I relented. It was just too good to stop him now. I leant back holding myself up on my forearms and elbows.
I felt Helmut’s tongue move to my perineum. He lingered, circling his tongue and applying slight pressure. I felt Helmut lift my thighs higher and then his tongue touched my arse hole.
He circled my arse being I felt his tongue enter me.
It felt fantastic and I moved my hand down to rub my clitoris. My other hand was squeezing my beast and pinching / pulling at my nipple.
I then had the most tremendous orgasm and just put my head back as the spasm rippled through my body.
Helmut then stood up and put his penis at my entrance. He ran the end between my lips, up and down before finding my entrance. I was so wet that when he pushed, his penis slipped straight in to me.
I gasped as it had still taken me by surprise.
Helmut started to thrust, slowly at first before increasing his tempo and force.
I thought I was going to orgasm again and I felt the warm sensation build up inside of me, moved my hand down to my clit and again began to rub furiously.
I came again but Helmut wasn’t finished.
He turned me over and pulled my cheeks apart before slipping in to me again. For the next few minutes he thrust into me before slowing and withdrawing.
I hadn’t felt him cum, so wasn’t sure what was happening. I then heard / felt him spit on to my arse hole.
His hands were holding my cheeks apart as he positioned himself as arse hole.
I felt the pressure just before he entered me.
It was tight but he took things slowly.
I felt a real burning sensation but as he withdrew that would ease before he pushed forwards.
His momentum increased and in doing so I felt him go deeper and deeper.
His hands moved up from my cheeks to my hips and he held me almost pulling me back on to him.
I looked up from the concrete table and could see all the other guests milling around the garden.
It felt so surreal, that I could see these people but none seemed to be aware of our presence or actions.
I heard my husband voice and could see him with a group of guys. How strange that I was being anally penetrated whilst watching him but he was none the wiser?
Another orgasm built up inside me and I again came.
I felt my sphincter tighten and almost immediately felt Helmut tense and shake and he shot his load into me.
After a few seconds of holding my hips firmly he released his grip and slid out of me. I collapsed down on to the table and lay there catching my breath.
My arse was exposed for all to see.
Helmut then walked in front of me and ran his penis over my lips. I flinched and turned my head away knowing where it had just been.
Helmut placed a hand on my head locking it in position against the table. His other hand then ran the end of his penis over my lips. He applied pressure and my lips parted and the end rubbed against my teeth.
I couldn’t smell or taste anything horrible so opened my mouth. I sucked and licked but he still went limp in my mouth.
I recognised the taste of cum just before he withdrew his limp dick.
I turned my head to look at him and watched his pull his trousers up and tuck his shirt in.
He then slapped my bare bottom before walking away.
I regained my composure and strength before standing up and sorting out my dress.
I looked on the floor but couldn’t find my knickers.
I walked back, alone to the marquees and almost immediately my husband ran up to me and grabbed my hands.
He started to dance with me and I felt his hand caress my breast and my bottom.
There were other people dancing to the slow music and all appeared equally as drunk.
My husband kissed me before breaking away.
“You’ve got no knickers on!!!!”
Trying to think quickly I replied, “I couldn’t after earlier and I was hoping for a repeat.”
My husband looked around and said, “Where?’
I then said, “There’s a concrete garden setting over there.”
We then walked over to the setting and had a repeat performance.
Well at least for me!!!!
Do you want more???