Sorry for the break, I got distracted. Here's parts 1 and 2: http://www.swingingheaven.co.uk/stories/story-104503.html http://www.swingingheaven.co.uk/stories/story-104513.html Of course the inevitable happened and a few years later Lucy got married. We were all in our early 30s by now and I have to say I was surprised by her choice of husband. He was just too nice - she normally liked them a bit dangerous, or at least sparky, but Gareth was just, well, nice. I was invited to the wedding of course. One of the advantages of our mostly-platonic friendship was that on a couple of occasions I was set up with Lucy's mates, the condition of course being that full details of any shagging were exchanged later. The wedding was no different, I was introduced to Anne, a colleague of Lucy's, and found myself seated opposite her at the reception. Anne was in her mid-50s, blond hair scraped up for the wedding and a green dress with a fairly daring neckline which showed off a couple of good looking tits. She was recently divorced, and was, I was assured by Lucy, "gagging for it". We got on famously and spent a fair bit of the evening sitting outside on the hotel lawn chatting and smoking. She was staying over, I was invited back to her room for a nightcap, and an hour later I was unloading my balls up a fairly tipsy divorcee 25 years my senior. I never saw her again. A month or so later I met Lucy for Sunday lunch. Usually these occasional meets were just the two of us, Gareth was off playing football on a Sunday and provided I delivered his wife back home by about 3pm he was fine with the arrangement. However on this occasion Lucy had a friend in tow. "Hi hun, you remember Andrea ?" "Of course, chief bridesmaid". We smiled and shook hands, I went to the bar while the girls found a table. Andrea was in her late 20s, slim, dark, strikingly pretty and terribly posh. She was also totally flat chested. This had proved a bit of an issue at the wedding as the bride's and bridesmaids' dresses were all designed for rather bustier girls. They were sleeveless and backless with a sort of rigid bustiere top - no problem for the well upholstered Lucy and two of the bridesmaids but poor Andrea's tiny boobs were struggling to keep contact with the dress and every time she leaned forwards or turned quickly the front of her dress stayed where it was and anyone standing nearby got a brief treat. She made a half-hearted attempt to cover up with a chiffony scarf after the photos but eventually gave up and by the end of the evening most of the guests were familiar with her nipples. Of course I mentioned to Lucy that I approved of her rather daring dress and was rewarded with a quick feel of her newly married boobs in a hotel corridor later on. (Both hands, inside bra too since you were wondering). I returned with the drinks. Andrea's ice breaker totally floored me: "So what did you think of my tits at the wedding then ?" "I thought they were delightful" "Good, I'm so glad" she smiled, and turning to Lucy, "Your friend is so polite". Lucy giggled. "Don't laugh, your dad was having a good look too !" "Babe, my dad was staring at everyone's tits including mine" "Well they were kind of hard to miss Luce" "I know, I'm such a tart. Did Steve tell you he copped a feel ?".I blushed. "Total tart" replied Andrea, then to me "nice and squidgy aren't they". We continued to debate the relative size of their tits over lunch, and I drove home with a massive boner. Which was exactly their intention of course. A few weeks later there was another house warming at Lucy and Gareth's new place. Andrea was there, and by 2am we were the only ones still awake. She was stopping in the spare room, a couple of others were supposed to be on sleeping bags in the lounge although they were currently comatose on the kitchen floor. Andrea snuggled up to me "So Lucy tells me you like fucking old ladies" she said, taking a sip of her drink. "I like fucking" I replied "and I enjoy the unconventiality". I told her a very abridged version of the story so far, casually stroking her shoulder as I did so. She wriggled a little bit at the juicy bits and I guessed that, under the elegant skirt, she was getting a little moist. "I also hear you've got a nice cock. Are you going to fuck me here or upstairs". "Where would you like ? "I think here first" She put her drink down and sat astride me, hitching the skirt up to show her stocking tops. I reached up and unbuttoned her silk blouse, revealling a slightly padded bra. I slipped the blouse and bra straps off in one movement and pulled them clear of her breasts. They were tiny but exquisite, pale skin with small pink nipples. I gently caressed them with thumb and finger and she gasped - they were clearly extremely sensitive. She sat up slightly, unbuckling my jeans and pulling my boxers down to let my cock spring up. "My" she said "Lucy wasn't wrong either. No titwank tonight though I'm afraid" "No problem" I said, "i'm sure you'll find something to do with it" She didn't answer, just pulled the gusset of her panties aside and sat down quite hard, forcing my shaft deep into her tight cunt. She was soaking and I noticed the slight grimmance as I touched bottom. It didn't stop her though, she put her head back and rode me like a thoroughbred as my hands explored the modest softness of her chest, rubbing her nipples and gripping her skinny ribs as she bucked and writhed. She was grinding down hard and I admit i was relieved when she orgasmed and the pace dropped a little. I moved my hands to her hips and pulled her onto me as I came. I hadn't cum for a few days and I savoured the moment as her body shuddered and a decent load emptied into her. We stayed as we were for a few minutes, her impaled on my cock, her head on my shoulder as I ran my hands up her skirt and caressed her firm arse. She was half the age of my last fuck and I enjoyed the sensation of having a body younger than mine pressed against me for a change. Eventually she lifted off me and I stuffed my tingling cock back in my pants. She stood up, still with her tits on full view, picked up her shoes and offered me her hand. We crept upstairs. We halted briefly on the landing outside Lucy's door. It was obvious from the slight snuffling and shuffling noise what was going on, and the door was wide open. We peered round. Gareth was giving her a good humping, his bare arse pumping away in the moonlight. Lucy was either totally submissive or, more likely, fast asleep as her legs were spread wide and she made no movement other than that imparted by her husband pile driving into her. One arm hung loosely over the side of the bed, gently dangling and moving with the rythym but otherwise limp. We continued to our room. The room overlooked the street and curtains were open. "Light on or off ?" she asked, leaning on the window sill for anyone looking in to see. "Do you know any of the neighbours ?" I asked. "No" "On then". I switched a bedside light on, my topless date remained where she was. I stood behind her and fingered her little button nipples, her head fell back, mouth slightly open. I unzipped the skirt and let it fall, pulled down the soaking panties and parted her legs. Trousers down and now hard again I guided my cock in from behind and fucked her hard for all suburbia to see.