Grove Park: Wedding Bells

All persons participating in sexual activities are over 18

I love weddings. I guess most women do, but what's not to like? Beautiful dresses, flowers everywhere, dancing, wine, more dancing -- and we can usually convince our men to wear something other than cargo shorts and a polo shirt. Heaven!

Ronnie and I looked forward for months to our son's wedding to Ashley. She's a fantastic girl, and we knew that she and Lucas were going to be wonderfully happy together.

Ashley's dad, Paul, was springing for a very expensive wedding at the historic Grove Park Inn in Asheville. We'd already been there for a couple of days -- Ashley's mom had paid for a day at the underground spa for most of the women, while Ronnie funded a round of golf at the Don Ross-designed course for the men.

I couldn't help remarking on my sweetheart as we got dressed on the day of the wedding. My Ronnie is a hunk -- strong and tan from getting his hands dirty with our landscaping business, and as loving and kind a man as I've ever met. And he cleans up very nicely!

The wedding was at 2pm, and my son had decided on morning dress for the groomsmen. Ronnie was our son's best man, and he looked incredibly sexy in his black cutaway coat and light blue waistcoat over grey striped pants and well-shined dress shoes. It's a wonder I let him leave the room.

The bridesmaids (and I) were wearing ivory beaded halter dresses with short trains that set off the blacks and grays of our male counterparts. I wasn't sure yet what my future daughter-in-law was going to wear, but I was sure that it would be fabulous.

We assembled on the Vanderbilt Terrace on a perfect late April afternoon. There was not a cloud in the sky and the wind was almost non-existent, making the 70 F temperature feel perfectly comfortable. The wedding itself was limited to just about 60 people, but the reception was going to include many more, probably mostly Paul's business associates.

The Blue Ridge Mountains served as the perfect backdrop to the gorgeous young women and the handsome young men waiting to help our son and his love start their new life together. I didn't even try not to cry.

Mr. Parker walked Ashley down the aisle to the strains of Mendelssohn. She was wearing a white high-necked gown but as she got to the front, I could see that the back was bare almost all the way down to her cute rear. The train was pure white and enormous. Beautiful, daring, sexy -- I had never been happier for my son. Ashley was a treasure.

The ceremony was beautiful and moving and I cried happy tears along with almost everyone. Seeing my sweet boy and his gorgeous bride exchanging vows under an arch of white flowers, with the ageless mountains behind them, was so perfect it made my chest ache.

The wedding party stayed outside for a few minutes to take pictures while the rest of the guests headed into the reception area. There was a cheer a few minutes later when Ashley and Lucas walked ahead of the rest of us into the ballroom. Ashley paused for a moment, fiddled with her dress, and then the train fell away, leaving her in a white halter mini-dress. "All right, y'all! Let's dance!"

The older family members were happy step out to a few tunes, but then we left the dance floor to the groomsmen and bridesmaids and other younger members of the party. The families intermingled and got to know each other, and Paul held court among some of his customers.

Ronnie nudged me a few minutes later and nodded towards the door into the hotel. I looked up just in time to see Paul furtively looking around before pulling one of the younger-looking bridesmaids along behind him towards the rooms. What an ass.

Lucas came over with Ashley not long after that. "Mom, Dad, can you guys do us a favor? Ash's stepmom is drinking herself into a mess. Would you mind helping her back to her room?"

We looked over at where Hannah was sitting, alone at a table with two or three empty champagne bottles lying on their side. I hadn't had much of a chance to talk to her as Ashley's mom had neglected to invite her to our spa day.

She was much younger than us, maybe thirty. Lucas had described her as a trophy wife, but he and Ashley seemed to get along well with her. The story was that Ashley's mom had found the two of them in her bed, which resulted in her taking Paul for a sizable chunk of money. And Paul was loaded.

We walked over and she barely registered our presence. "Hannah, you don't seem to be having a good time. Why don't you let us get you out of here?" She sighed, and let Ronnie help her to her feet. She was tall, even without the spike-heeled sandals she was wearing. And man, was she stacked! I was pretty sure she had very expensive bolt-ons under her tight dress. I might have been a little jealous.

We walked her through the stone-walled Great Hall, past the walk-in fireplace, and up the elevator to the wing where all the parents had suites. As we got off the elevator, Hannah suddenly straightened up and got much more lucid.

"Thanks, y'all. But I haven't had much to drink. I just wanted an excuse not to fuck my bastard husband after he comes back to the room with sorority girl pussy juice on his shriveled up dick."

I thought Ronnie was going to lose it there in the hall, laughing his ass off. Hannah looked at him, snickered a little, and then the three of us were leaning against the wall, giggling like crazy people.

I finally said, "Hannah, honey, why don't you come with us. I've got a bottle of bourbon in the room. We'll get to know each other."

She smiled for the first time all afternoon. "Thanks, Becca! I'd like that."

We sat and talked for a few minutes, the bourbon loosening us up. Ronnie and I looked at each other, and in the secret language that people that have been married for years have, we agreed on what we wanted to do next.

"You know, Ronnie's got great hands. We might own our landscaping business, but he gets out and works with the crews whenever he can. And he gives great backrubs. You should try him!"

Hannah looked at my handsome hubs and back at me, considering. "Are you sure that's okay?"

"Of course! Come on, let's go to the bathroom and I'll get you ready."

I pulled her into the bathroom and helped her hang her dress up. I grabbed a couple of sponges and cleaned the makeup off her face. She was a very pretty young woman without it.

I wrapped her in one of the hotel robes and we went back to the bedroom. Ronnie was wearing nothing but a pair of linen drawstring pants. His broad bare chest and strong arms were already making me wet.

He turned his back as I slipped Hannah's robe off and she laid down on the bed with a towel over her tight little butt for modesty. "Okay, honey, you can turn around."

Ronnie warmed some bay rum-scented oil in his hands and got to work, quickly eliciting groans of satisfaction from Hannah. "Fuck that feels good, Ron! Can I take him home with me, Becca?"

I had stripped down to my lacy bra and panties and knelt on the other side of Hannah, adding my hands to my husband's. "I've been known to loan him out, hon. We're pretty open."

I worked my fingers from her thighs up under her towel. Ronnie did the same on the other side, both of us kneading her sexy ass. We didn't hear any complaints.

I leaned over and whispered into her ear. "How about your other side?" Hannah tentatively turned over, the towel slipping to one side. I leaned over for a kiss, slowly to give her a chance to turn away. But her lips met mine, and the kiss deepened. She snaked an arm around my neck and pulled me tighter.

Then she gasped, and I looked down to see that Ronnie's strong fingers were doing their thing on Hannah's pussy. I caught her eye and whispered, "Is this okay?" I got an emphatic nod in return.

I grinned at her, then kissed my way down her chin and her neck and down to her very erect nipple. Ronnie had worked his way up in the same way and was nibbling on the other. Hannah had opened her legs some and Ronnie had two fingers working in and out of her, so I slid a hand down and took care of her clit. We're a good team.

Ronnie and I have had a lot of experience with making women cum. We'd clued Lucas in to our swinging when we thought he was old enough, and I suspected that he was going to try to convince Ashley that it was the route to a happy marriage, if he hadn't already.

"Fuck, you two! I'm... you're... oh shit... fuck!!" Ronnie and I grinned at each other over our new friend as she came hard on our fingers.

"Hannah, honey, would you like my husband to fuck you now?"

"God, yes!!"

"Sweet or rough?"

I could see indecision in her eyes. "Honey, this doesn't have to be a one-time thing. This isn't the only time you get this choice, if that's okay with you."

Hannah smiled and sighed. "You're both so sweet. Ronnie, would you make love to me? Maybe next time I'll want you to rail me."

"Sweetheart, I would be honored."

Ronnie slipped out of his drawstring pants and knelt between Hannah's gorgeous legs. I reached over and guided his wonderful cock into her, leaning over to kiss her as she took my husband in. "Enjoy him, honey."

"Don't go away, Becca! Stay with me, please?" She reached out to caress my now-bare breast. I smiled at her and held her hand.

"Of course, honey! We're here for you." She got a dreamy look in her eyes as Ronnie gently made love to her, his big cock sliding in and out of her slowly but insistently.

I love watching my man fuck. That may sound strange, but he's a goddamn god as far as I'm concerned. The tensing of his glutes, his big biceps bulging as he holds himself up, his tight abs tensing as he plows into some hottie, the look on his face when he's about to cum -- it all gets my motor racing in ways I never thought possible.

I got up on my knees next to Hannah so I could lean over and kiss him as he fucked her, running my hands over her sleek abs. She ducked her head past my thigh so that I was straddling her face. I didn't complain.

Her tongue on my clit felt like fire and ice all at once. I reached down to rub hers and Ronnie picked up the pace, undoubtedly spurred on by seeing Hannah licking me. And she was fucking terrific at it.

She came first, losing track of my clit a little but I didn't care. Ronnie didn't last much longer. As he started to spurt, he pulled out and I leaned over and captured the head of his cock in my mouth, sucking for all I was worth.

Hannah was still cumming, but she had the presence of mind to replace her tongue with her fingers and soon I was over the top as well, Ronnie's wonderful cock still in my mouth.

We rested on the bed afterwards, Hannah lying between us, trading languid kisses with us both. "Not the first time, I'm guessing?"

I giggled. "Not by a long shot. Ronnie and I have always enjoyed playing with other people. But we always have time for each other."

"I'm jealous. I have no doubt that Paul is going to trade me in on a newer model in the next year or two. I just hope I can find a better man afterwards. Maybe a landscaper."

I hugged her close. "I hope you do too. Stay here with us tonight?"

"Thank you. There will be hell to pay tomorrow, but I would love that."

I leaned over her to kiss my husband good night, and then Hannah. "Let tomorrow take care of itself, hon. We'll be there for you. You're family."