Wedding in Cork Pt. 01

We almost didn't go. One of our kids was sick, and it felt wrong to leave. But Catherine convinced me--it was one night, and the babysitter would call if anything changed. Since she was seven months pregnant, I decided not to drink. If we needed to leave in a hurry, I'd be ready.

The wedding was beautiful--one of those grand hotels in Cork, full of charm and warmth. The ceremony was lovely, and by dinner, we were seated with a group of couples around our own age. We hit it off with one pair in particular--laughing, sharing stories, and finding that easy connection you don't always get at weddings.

Her name was Sandra. She was about our own age, 40, while he was a bit younger, perhaps in his early 30s. His name was Barry. She wasn't as tall as my wife and was a bit chubby. She had significant cleavage in view and was wearing a low-cut, short, silver glittery dress. I couldn't help myself being drawn to her beautifully presented breasts, which jiggled hypnotically as she laughed and giggled. As they moved it caused my cock to expand inside my pants.

John was dressed casually, and I must admit he didn't appeal to me. He was loud and obviously, after taking some kind of substance other than the pints of lager he was downing. I also noticed he could not take his eyes off my wife's own ample breasts.

Catherine had worn a black with red trimmed rockabilly 50s style dress with red underlay. She wore my favourite black and red matching satin/ lace pushup bra and matching full-cut knickers. She completed the look with black fishnet stockings and black high heels shoes. Her breasts had swollen by 2 sizes with the glow of pregnancy to a 38EE. All I could think of was going to our room after our meal and fucking her doggy style.

Then the phone rang.

Our babysitter. The baby's cough had worsened, and they struggled to settle him. Catherine didn't hesitate--she told me to go home, check on things, and return if everything was okay. She was going to lie down in our hotel room to rest.

I left mid-meal, heart racing. The baby was unsettled but not in distress. I soothed him, reassured the babysitter, and after about an hour, I felt confident enough to return to the wedding.

By the time I got back, the party was in full swing. Laughter, music, clinking glasses--but no sign of Catherine. I scanned the room and checked with a few people, but no one had seen her come back.

Something felt off.

I made my way upstairs to our room. As I reached our door, I paused.

From inside, I heard something.

A low, rhythmic sound--muffled moans, breathy gasps of pleasure.

I froze. My breath caught in my throat.

For a moment, I told myself I was imagining it. Maybe it was the next room over. Maybe she had the TV on. Maybe--

A soft laugh. A familiar voice.

I turned the handle.

The door wasn't locked.

As it swung open, the scene inside hit me like a fist to the chest.

Catherine.

On our bed.

And the couple from our dinner table.

They hadn't even noticed me yet. Catherine was lying on her back on the bed with her dress hiked up and her legs spread wide. John was on his knees with his head up my wife's black dress licking her plump wet pussy with her red and black satin knickers pulled to the side. Catherine moaned and had her left hand on the back of his head as he flicked his tongue over her super-sensitive clit.

Sandra was lying beside my wife. She was sucking on Catherine's right breast that she had freed from her bra and lowcut dress. Catherine's engorged breasts were full of milk. She had still been feeding our previous child, and her new friend was helping her release the build-up of milk.

With her right hand, Sandra had her hand buried between her own legs and was massaging her clit and pussy with a slow rhythm. The sight of her own ample tits heaving up and down as she carefully sucked my wife's tits was terrific.

My legs felt rooted to the floor, my mind struggling to process what I saw.

Then, as if sensing my presence, Catherine turned her head.

Our eyes met.

She raises her hand towards me as if to invite me to the bed. I slowly move towards her and reach for her hand as she comes hard again telling me that this is amazing. I kneel on the bed beside her as she feels my rock-hard cock in my pants. She fumbles with the zipper as her latest orgasm starts to subside and unzips my pants. She reaches into my boxers and pulls out my rock-hard cock.

As Sandra notices a presence beside her, she releases my wife's milky tits from her mouth and moves towards my erect bulging cock and licks the base of the shaft sending waves of pleasure through my body.

Catherine tells me that this is Sandra and she is going to suck my cock, and I was to relax. Her hot mouth swallows my fully erect 9 inches in one go.

The sight of my wife having her pussy eaten out by another man while being sucked by this hot BBW is something else. Sandra pushes me back on the bed and continues to deep-throat me slowly as I place my 2 hands on the back of her head.

She momentarily releases my cock and pulls my pants and boxers off. She runs her tongue up the inside of my right thigh causing a bolt of electricity and pleasure in my body. When she gets to my balls, she gently flicks her tongue over them before moving further south towards my ass.

She tells me to lift my let up and I let out a loud moan as she licks the entrance to my ass.

As my rimming from Sandra continues, I look over and see that Catherine is now sitting up and John has his cock in between her tits as she holds her heavy tits for him. I freeze as I see him pull her face towards his raging hard cock and she obeys and opens up.

I have never felt as horny as having my own ass being licked and watching my heavily pregnant wife take another man's cock in her mouth.

Sandra tells me to take a deep breath as she slowly inserts a finger in my tight ass. As she pushes deeper inside me it feels uncomfortable but also pleasurable. As she inserts a 2nd finger, I feel the pressure start to turn to pleasure. I felt like I needed to pee but a clear fluid startled leaking from my cock. This caused Sandra to stop licking my balls and lick her way up my shaft, tasting the hot fluid that she had just milked from my prostate. She then tells me it's her turn. She shuffles up the bed and lifts up her dress. She has a nice trimmed bush, and her pussy is so wet already.

I inhale her intoxicating musk as she lowers her pussy onto my mouth causing her to moan softly.

I grip her nice juicy ass she trys to fuck my tongue and grind her clit against my nose. She reaches back and strokes my aching cock as I reach up and play with her nipples on her now exposed chest.

I can hear Catherine moan loudly. "Fuck me harder! Harder. I can't see my wife but she is on the bed doggy style with her huge tits swinging wildly as the younger man fucks my wife. She told him he didn't need a condom as she couldn't get pregnant twice.

I tasted Sandra's juices in my mouth as she came and clamped my head between her thighs. I needed to fuck her now. She slid down, and her pussy and my cock. joined together in one move. Her pussy was nice and tight. Tighter than I thought it would be. I could see Catherine being fucked beside me and it was hard to process.

My cock erupted inside Sandra, as she came once more on my cock. Seconds later, John informed us he was going to cum inside my wife as Catherine urged him to fill her up with his hot baby batter. Catherine orgasmed with John as he shot his huge, hot load inside her.

Sandra then said to Catherine. Let me clean you up.

To be continued...