When I wrote my last blog / story I honestly believed it would be my last. Not because I had suddenly stopped being a slut but because my experiences were becoming repetitive.  I thought that nothing could surpass the experiences I had shared with you so far, like the timid 5’4” housewife and mother who, whilst her husband and children sat downstairs in the hotel café having coffee and juice lay naked on a hotel bed having her very first 3-way sex with me and a complete stranger I had met earlier that day.   That alone confirmed what I had come to believe, that most people secretly want to fuck for the sake of fucking.   If that’s not true then how have I been able to convince newly married couples waiting to go on their honeymoon to have three-way sex with me, a complete stranger and much much more.  I honestly believed that I had done everything.   I had fucked men as young as 20 and as old as 75 and loved every minute of it.  I had argued with a middle-aged woman who was so opinionated that I just had to pick an argument because she kept on commenting on how ‘slutty’ a girl looked and how she ‘probably put herself about’ just because she wore a short skirt.

I tore into her, telling her that she was just a frustrated bitch who didn’t get any (sex).   She was plain looking, no figure to speak of, always looked annoyed, would have looked better in a boring library full of boring books in boring Ville.  I was so annoyed with her that I followed her to her room, keen to get her to see the error of her ways.

 Her telling me that the young slut was probably a lesbian was the final straw and I found myself angrily telling her that I though that she was probably a closet lesbian herself and standing in her hotel bedroom with the door still open, I opened my blouse and lifted my bra and let my breast fall out.  I told her that I bet she wanted to have a good suck and feel. 

The conversation changed, she became apologetic and flustered but that wasn’t good enough. I took my jacket, blouse and bra off and just stood there daring her to call me a slut lesbian.  I so wanted to slap her but would never.  Instead, I listened to her excuses for her behavior until I took her hand and put it on my chest and gripped her small flat breast through her old woman jumper.

We didn’t fuck exactly, but she did spend some time suckling on my nipple after taking her top off for me to feel her.   The point of that story is to prove that there is no one that you can look at and say, they wouldn’t fuck.

So, onto why I’m back.   I was doing my usual thing, working out of a hotel, writing a very long and boring report when a stunning 20 something woman slumped down next to me.  She appeared stressed but that didn’t take away how stunning she was.  Almost a Natalie Portman lookalike but with ginger hair, pail skin and the greenest eyes.  Cutting a very, very, very long story short, my Natalie lookalike and I ended up (at her suggestion) in bed, fucking and having the best sex I can ever remember having with another woman who I just didn’t know.

It was more a case of me being her sex toy, her sexual object that she just wanted to suck and feel and fuck.   She gorged herself on my breast, almost as though her life depended on it. Hers were small and fitted in my mouth completely, her tiny button nipples so hard and red, like tiny red dots.

After amazing sex and several hard orgasms, we lay there, her head on one breast whilst her hand stroked the other, our legs intertwined.  I asked her why she wanted that, making note of her engagement ring.  That’s when she told me that bit she had left out, that she was getting married the next day, in this very hotel and that she was BI but loved her fiancé very much and that ‘he would understand’.  I told her that I doubted it.  That’s when she explained that the only thing that would have upset him about ‘this’ she said shaking my breast, was that he hadn’t ben able to join in.

That was the first time in my life that I had received a personal invite to a wedding from the bride who I had just had sex with.   I accepted, and the next day I explained to my colleagues that I had to take more time to finish my report but instead rushed out to buy a dress which cost me a bit more than I should have spent.

So, what I hear you saying, where’s the fucking. 

This is the bit that shocked even me, a well experienced slut.

I stood in the large well decorated room and watched the bride walk down between the well-prepared aisle made from well place chairs covered in silk ribbons.  She looked amazing, if it wasn’t for the fact that I would have spent some time in a prison sell I would have ripped her perfect dress of and had her in front of everyone. And her husband to be, waiting for her, he could fuck me anytime.

It was a short but nice ceremony, and a nice reception with a party afterwards for the 100+ guests.

But I didn’t see much of the party, I suppose it was about 30 minutes into the festivities that I did the most shocking thing of my life so far and the whole point of me returning to this site.

I found myself laying on the bed in what passes for the honeymoon suit in this hotel.  My new and quite expensive dress bunched up around my tummy.  The bottom half pulled up exposing my wet pussy, and the top half pulled down to show my tits with my very sensitive nipples.  If I had looked down, I would have seen the top of the groom’s head as he explored me with his mouth and tongue.  

Shocked, don’t be.    On the floor behind him was the perfect wedding dress in a heap.  The wearer, the bride, his new wife, lying next to me, her ivory silk knickers on the floor with the dress, her Ann Summers esq ivory Basque still intact with one breast still covered whilst the other was out and in the hand of her husband’s father.  Yep, whilst her new husband was working his way up to my tits and pushing his thick and very hard cock into me his father was doing the same to his bride, the same woman who I had had the previous day.

As I concentrated on not having an orgasm so early in the proceedings due to the fierce fucking I was experiencing, I was holding the hand of his bride who was gripping my hand tightly whilst her father-in-law fucked her just as ferociously.   I looked over and saw her one exposed breast wobbling as the old guy pounded her pussy.   And whilst she pleaded for him to fuck her harder and was crying out about how long and hard and deep inside her her father in laws cock was, her husband was climbing off me, dragging my dress down and throwing it on top of his wife’s wedding dress before rushing back to continue fucking me.

She was a lucky girl.  Her new husband cock was impressive, my jaw ached due to how wide I had to open my mouth to let it in and taste the salty pre cum on my tongue before it slid back into me, stretching me wide.   I knew that I had to either get him to cum soon or I would climax and, in all likelihood, pass out.

As it turns out, I did climax but didn’t pass out, but he didn’t cum inside me, that was reserved for his new bride.  Instead, he knelt close to my breasts and shot warm semen over my breasts and face, a lot of cum in fact.  That rule clearly didn’t apply to his father who thrust repeatedly as his new daughter in law thrashed and groaned and climaxed whilst her father-in-law filled her with semen.

I was to find out later that father-in-law was the recipient of a vasectomy so couldn’t get his sons bride pregnant, but the groom on the other hand was apparently very potent.  Had anyone bothered to ask me, I would have told them that I wasn’t able to have children, but it didn’t seem the right time to bring it up.

When the grunting has stopped to be replaced with panting, I lay there covered in cum from my mouth to my stomach.  Father-in-law laughed and reached over to retrieve a box of tissued whilst my friends honorable new husband went to get me a towel, returning to kneel in between my legs and wipe his cum off me.  The bride, groom and father of the groom laughed whilst catching their breath whilst I wondered what the fuck had just happened.  I had just watched his father fuck his new bride whilst her new husband fucked me.  Father and son casually chatted about how his new bride, and I had fucked the day before, both passing comment on how they wished they had been there to join in.

 ‘told ya’ the bride said letting go of my hand to take her bra off.   Her husband commented on how amazing she looked whilst climbing off the bed.   I asked them if this was a regular thing for them, she laughed ‘it is now’ as her husband replaced his dad who crawled in-between my legs, leant down and sucked my nipples hard, first one then the other. It was obvious what was going to happen and moment later, my legs were over his shoulders and his not quite as impressive cock was sliding into me. 

The wedding suit consist of a bedroom, lounge and bathroom.   Whilst the groom pulled his wife off the bed to take her to the extra-large sofa, his dad slowed our sex down to a slow controlled shag and my feet now back on the bed.  In fact, he made love to me for quite some time bringing me to several mild orgasms using his fingers, his mouth and his cock.   I think the bride and groom had finished a long time before we had. 

I’m guessing that his dad and I fucked for a good hour before there was more urgency and I came just as cum poured into me.   I fell asleep in the bed only to be woken in the early hours by the bride and groom returning from their party.  There was a lot of giggling and sex before we slept, me in the middle of the bride and groom (no dad) who I was told had to go back to to his wife who I assume had no idea that her husband had just fucked his daughter in law and her friend.

My pussy ached for days, long after I had returned home to my unsuspecting husband who I have to leave by the way, if for no other reason that my own sanity.

So, I have decided that ‘the wedding’ was the experience to top all other experiences and convincing me if that was needed, that swinging sex is much more common that anyone would believe.

Have I gone too far this time. Is so, why am I visiting them again this weekend for 'a surprise' whatever that means.