Besides her husband Frank (who she doesn’t sleep with) and me, Kat also has a boyfriend on the side, named Dave, who she has known longer than she has known me. And has been fucking longer than she has been fucking me. Since I broke up with my old boyfriend Tom, Kat shares Dave with me from time to time. But sometimes it's nice to get some cock that's just for me! I manage to find a few one-night stands from time to time, but most of them aren’t anything special, just a scratch for my pussy itch.
My friend Lynn's wedding, as you shall see, turned out to be the perfect opportunity for me to score some grade-A prime cock that, at least for one night, was mine alone.
Lynn is a little bit chunky, and she's what used to be called a tomboy, but a very sweet woman; we've been friends (no, not lovers, just friends) for many years.
Steve is short, thin, and very nerdy. And they love each other very much. It's clear from how they look at each other and behave toward each other.
I'm part French and part Irish; my Irish side gives a red tinge to my brown hair. The day before the wedding, I decided to go all Irish, and I shampooed in red hair coloring into my hair. Into all of my hair. Yes, even into my hair "down there."
For the wedding, I wore a simple leopard-print dress, but with the leopard spots in pink. Simple, cute, sexy, without looking trampy or slutty. Plus earrings and a string of pearls for elegance. Simple white bra and panties underneath.
Anyway, back to Lynn. A woman's wedding day is the one day in a woman's life when she positively, 100% guaranteed knows for sure she's going to get laid. Everyone attending a wedding knows it, they're all thinking about it. Sex is on everyone's brain at a wedding. I could even see in Lynn's eyes the happy thought that in a few hours, her Steve would be banging her mercilessly.
So besides my sincere happiness for Lynn and Steve, I also had a pretty good hunch that, with sex already on everyone's brain, this would be a great place and a great time for me to find a no-strings-attached, one night hook-up.
So I showed up at the chapel already thinking about it, kind of on the prowl for the hottest hunk at the wedding to fuck my pussy very hard and very deep.
But first I congratulated Lynn on finding love and happiness.
I found Steve, the groom, and told him he had found a great gal, and he'd better treat her right. I of course already knew that he would.
While I was talking to the groom, a handsome man walked up and said hello to Steve. So Steve introduced me to Mike, one of his co-workers.
Mike was tall, probably about 6'4", slender but not overly skinny, nice eye candy. But he didn't give me that tingly sensation, none of that wonderful spine chill I feel from a man when I think I would just die if he didn't fuck me.
While I was talking with Mike and Steve, another man walked up and told Mike, "Lynn needs your help. Something about one of the decorations fell down and she needs a tall guy to help her put it back up."
This new guy then asked Mike, "And who is this stunning woman?"
Mike smiled. "Oh, sorry. This is Justine. I just met her. Justine, this is my brother Vince." With that, Mike toddled off to help Lynn, and Steve departed to greet other wedding guests, leaving me alone to chat with super-hunky Vince.
My eyes drank Vince in from head to toe, and toe back to head again. He was tall, not as tall as his brother Mike, but a good six feet to my five feet ten inches. And muscles everywhere! He definitely gave me the "This is the man who is going to fuck me hard all night, and I’m going to absolutely love it" tingle, a feeling which his brother simply hadn't given me. I thought, "Bingo!"
Vince gave me a strange look. "Why did you say Bingo?"
Oh no, had I said my thought aloud to him?
"Nothing," I giggled. "Just never mind. It's nothing." After a pause, I said, "So, introduce me to your wife? Is she here?"
Vince had the answer I had hoped for, "I'm not married."
We began to chat. Vince told me he's thirty-five, a nice age to go with my thirty-nine years, for a hot one-time hook-up.
We talked about our jobs, our schooling, and our hobbies. I looked at him, listened to him, and began to lick my lips.
"Are you okay, Justine?"
"I'm fine, Vince," I tried to reassure him. But what I wanted to say was "No, Vince, I'm not okay. I'm not okay at all. You make me very horny, and I won't be OK until you fuck my brains out!"
The wedding ceremony was about to start, and Vince asked me to sit in the pew next to him.