Impatiently I looked at my watch. Five minutes past the hour, and everybody was getting a bit antsy. Looking towards the back of the church, I squinted, hoping to see some movement.
Nothing!
Just as my exasperation was getting the better of me, a door opened, and glancing over my shoulder, I saw the organist stretch his fingers. Then he leaned forward, and the opening chords of "Here comes the Bride" filled the ancient church.
Tears filled my eyes as my daughter walked down the aisle on her father's arm. Teresa looked radiant, and hubby looked incredibly proud. I love my family and wouldn't do anything to hurt them — and that made my behaviour the previous evening all the more incomprehensible.
I could say alcohol played a part — and it most certainly did — but I'm a grown woman, and I know the difference between right and wrong. What happened was definitely the most foolish thing I've ever done. So, why couldn't I help feeling so mug?
When the bride-to-be and her father reached the altar, I turned and saw the groom Kevin and his best man Gordon standing there expectantly. Although Kevin only had eyes for my daughter, Gordon's gaze found mine. Then, as the service began, he winked — and my mind filled with lurid images of Gordon, Kevin, Robert and Daniel, all taking turns to do me in a wild fucking frenzy.
Listening to the vicar pontificate on the sanctimony of marriage, I replayed yesterday's events in my mind and couldn't help smiling secretively. Despite some shame I felt for betraying my husband's trust; I was well aware that my knickers were becoming moist again.
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Teresa was staying at our house, and I had no problem with that — until she asked me to go over and cook some dinner for her fiancee so that he would have something more substantial than the liquid diet he was probably planning to enjoy with his best man. Also, would I ensure his wedding suit was in tip-top order?
Although I had other things to do, I knew Teresa was worried about Kevin, and like all indulgent mothers, I agreed. So with her door key in hand, I compromised and having collected some Chinese takeaway, I hurriedly delivered it to Teresa and Kevin's house. And That's when everything went pear-shaped.
To say Kevin and his mates were surprised by my unannounced appearance was an understatement. The panic on their faces was priceless. For a second or so, there was total immobility, and I wondered what worried them the most — all the empty beer cans or the porn they were watching.
Then, filling the air with crude expletives, they rushed around like headless chickens, each cursing viciously, striving to tidy both the room and themselves. Standing there, attempting to keep a straight face, I never realised what a man-whore Jesus was. However, judging by the number of times I heard "Jesus fuck," I assume he was quite a stud in his day.
Happily, this organised chaos only lasted for a few seconds. The guys, gradually realising I wasn't going to make a scene, calmed down and began apologising profusely. However, not one of them thought to turn off the hardcore DVD they were watching, so when they finally settled down, the sounds of people having raunchy sex resounded throughout the room.
Grinning sardonically, I raised an eyebrow and watched Kevin grab the remote control. I noticed he didn't switch it off but simply paused the DVD, mumbling that they could watch it later.
"Andrea, what are you doing here?" Kevin demanded, running his hand through ruffled hair. "Aren't you supposed to be fussing over Teresa tonight?"
I nodded, held up the bag of Chinese food, and explained why Teresa had sent me. "So, are you guys hungry?" Four nodding heads and sheepish smiles answered the question.
Having regained his composure, Kevin introduced me to Gordon, Daniel and Robert, and being a well mannered young man, then asked if I wanted to join them for dinner. Despite being peckish, I understood my presence was an imposition, and not wanting to spoil their evening, I declined. However, Kevin wouldn't take no for an answer and after texting hubby, and received a selfless 'Enjoy yourself' reply, the rich aromas emanating from the bag sealed the deal.
In no time, I found myself sitting in the lounge with a glass of wine and a plate of delicious Chinese food, resting on my lap. Although I didn't contribute much to the conversation, listening to the good-natured barbs flowing across the room was quite enjoyable. In fact, the only unusual aspect of the whole meal was the paused image on the television screen.
Seeing a dark-haired woman being serviced by three guys, each one busy in a different orifice, while I was busy devouring my sweet and sour, was a somewhat surreal experience.
I'm no prude and have enjoyed a regular if dull sex life up until now. And although I consider myself a liberated woman — I sunbathe topless, for God's sake — I couldn't imagine being in the actress's position, let alone having someone film it for posterity. That said, the image definitely intrigued me, and I found myself studying intrinsically drawn to it.
I'd assumed the woman was a young actress, but on closer inspection, she was older than I imagined. In fact, we appeared to be of comparable age, similar build and a remarkable resemblance to each other. No one could mistake us for twins, but it was as uncanny as it was startling. Then I realised the guys serving her — at least the pair I could see — were well built, handsome and considerably younger than her. MILF porn.
Surprised at my discovery, I cast a glance at Kevin and his friends. I thought men of their age would prefer looking at a tight young body instead of someone old enough to be their mother, but apparently, I was wrong.
Although I thought I'd been discreet, but seeing my gaze, Kevin suddenly reached for the remote control and apologised for not having removed it earlier.
"Nonsense," I cried. "It's your house, and if you and your friends want to watch porn, that's your business, not mine."
"See, I told you so," Gordon exclaimed. "Older women are much more mature about such things," he added, sounding like an expert on what older women liked and disliked.
When I raised my eyebrows, Kevin explained that Teresa didn't like him watching porn. "She thinks it's disgusting and degrading to women," he said, impressively mimicking my daughter's voice. The other guys nodded, and I assumed their girlfriends agreed with Teresa.
I opposed my daughter's view but realised many women shared her opinions. Feeling like an intruder, I apologised for interrupting their evening of guilt-free porn watching. They pardoned me, and there followed a discussion about the virtues and vices of watching pornography. Had I watched a porn film? I said I had, and of course, that led to the following question: Do you like watching them?
Again, I nodded, but before they could react, I held up a finger for silence. To my astonishment, that worked: the four young men sat open-mouthed waiting for me to speak.
"The pornography we used to watch was a lot different to what's on offer today," I explained. "The old films had a semblance of a story, but it all seems wham bam, thank you, ma'am, nowadays. This new generation of actress seems to allow anybody and everybody to insert anything and everything into them — and there's much more silicon on display these days."
"Who's we?" Gordon asked, his eyes sparkling. I wondered whether he was excited or amused, and what sort of answer did he expect from me? However, being an honest person, I didn't hesitate. "That would be Teresa's father and me," I revealed. "We went through a period when we would watch them before — well, you can guess what I'm talking about."
Gordon's eyes shone brighter. "So, watching pornography turned you on?"
Slightly embarrassed by his directness, I reached for my wine glass to gather my thoughts. Sipping the smooth red beverage, I considered what I'd got into and believing I could remain in control of the situation, I set my glass down and nodded.
"But you don't watch them anymore, Andrea?"
Again, Gordon's direct questions were unsettling, and instead of thinking about my answer, I hastily countered with, "I didn't say that."
"So when do you watch them?" Daniel asked.
Turning to him, I swear he was holding his breath as he waited for my reply. Having foolishly dug the hole I was falling into, I felt the need to extract myself before the ground swallowed me completely. However, that didn't stop the blood rushing to my cheeks as I contemplated my answer.
Did I want to confess to my future son-in-law and his friends that not only did I frequently watch porn, I usually ended up masturbating to it? Was that too personal? Theoretically, being honest is all well and good — but not very smart when someone can use that honesty against oneself. I needed to be tactful.
"There are certain moments when I have tension... sexual tension, and I need a release. Watching pornography helps me relax."
Four big grins greeted my words, and I wondered who would be next to question me. It was Robert — and he dared to say what the rest were probably thinking.
"So, while watching porn, you finger yourself?"
His question's directness caused my cheeks to burn, but I decided to fight fire with fire. "And how is that any different to you guys having a wank while watching some dolly bird getting fucked by well-hung studs."
Embarrassed stares greeted my attack.
"Are you going to deny getting hard-ons when you watch porn?" Their silence told me enough. "And while we're on the subject, does that woman," and I gestured towards the screen, "bear an unusual resemblance to me?"
With an indignance I truly felt, I drained my wineglass and set it demonstratively on the table. "And why the fuck haven't I got a drink?"
Among a few stifled laughs, Kevin jumped to his feet. Picking up my glass, he almost tripped in his haste to get a refill from the kitchen.
"You're right, Andrea," Gordon admitted, clearly having trouble keeping a straight face. "I selected this DVD because the actress absolutely looks like you. Kevin is always boasting about how sexy his mother-in-law is and how he'd like to..." Gordon paused, possibly considering whether he was going too far, and then said thoughtfully, "see her naked, and this was the best we could do."
At that moment, Kevin returned from the kitchen and must have seen my astonished expression. Instinctively knowing something was wrong, a strained look crossed his face. "What's going on, guys?"
"Gordon just grassed you up to your mother-in-law," sniggered Daniel. "How you'd like to shag her."
"You fucking gits," growled Kevin through clenched teeth. "You stupid, fucking bastards couldn't keep your mouths shut for five minutes, could you?"
His anger seemed genuine, and fearing this could quickly get out of hand, I had to think fast. The prospect of the groom turning up at the wedding with black eyes seemed likely, and one to avoid. Standing up, I walked towards him, and taking my wine glass; I pulled him close to me. Pressing my lips against his ear, I spoke softly. "Don't worry, Kevin, you're a sweetheart and hearing how you feel about me was very flattering. But let's not tell anyone else, especially Teresa. Okay?" His eyes widened.
"You're not angry about what the guys said?"
I shook my head and pecked his cheek. "Of course not, silly. I might not be a young woman anymore, but I'm not made of stone, and hearing a handsome young man fancies me certainly gets the juices flowing... figuratively speaking," I added quickly.
I took a breath and noted the way Kevin was staring at me. His gaze caused butterflies in my stomach — something I hadn't had in a long time — and a welcome twinge between my legs.
When Kevin spoke again, his words caused my juices to flow more freely.
"I'm not the only one here that fancies you," he blurted. "These fucking douche bags all think you're shit hot. They're just too bloody chicken to admit it."
Shocked, I turned to face Gordon, Robert and Daniel and put my hands on my hips. "Is this true, boys?" Although I looked calm, my heart was racing — and not because the Chinese food had given me heartburn.
One by one, all three of them stopped staring at the floor and, looking at me, hesitantly nodded. Seeing and hearing this increased my arousal, and feeling irresponsible, I thrust my chest forward, aware my nipples were erect and prominent.
"And like Kevin, all of you would like to fuck me?" Again, it took a moment, but the boys, their eyes automatically drawn to my chest, nodded.
"Sooo, if I started taking my clothes off, none of you would have a problem with that?"
Although it was my voice I heard, I couldn't believe what I was saying. Until that moment, I'd never thought about having sex with anyone other than my husband, but here I was, offering myself to four young men. While butterflies did somersaults in my stomach, I waited breathlessly for their reaction.
"Are you fucking serious, Mrs D?"
Although I should have anticipated the question — their reticence was a bit of a letdown, and for a moment, self-doubts struck. Then it occurred to me that they couldn't believe what I'd said and needed some encouragement. Still uncertain of what to do, I ignored the little voice in the back of my head, yanked the blouse out of my skirt.
Reaching behind my back to unzip my skirt, I watched the guy's surprise turn to excitement as the waistband of my knickers suddenly appeared, and feeling more reassured, I treated them to another wispy smile. Then one by one, I began undoing the buttons from my blouse, wondering if my outrageous behaviour was creating a reaction in their trousers. The thought of their cocks getting harder certainly caused my pussy to drip, and I pressed my thighs together to staunch the flow.
At last, I undid the final button.
Knowing there was no turning back if I continued, my spine tingled, and seeing the guys expectant expressions; I shrugged the blouse off my shoulders.
A couple of gasps caused my confidence to soar, and looking up, I saw their gazes fixated on my chest. It was a happy coincidence that my bra was part of a matching set hubby had bought for my fortieth birthday. I had never envisioned letting anyone other than hubby see me in it, let alone four horny young men, but the sheer black lingerie certainly captured their attention. Or maybe it was the sight of my nipples poking through the fabric that made it possible to hear a pin drop.