The wedding was a small event, only family and our closest friends were invited. Eric and I didn’t want, or have the money, to spend on anything lar...ger. We didn’t want to cater to any guests we barely knew or hadn’t even seen in years. I think there is some old saying about the reception being for the guests. Why should it be? This is OUR day, to celebrate OUR union, the only people that needed to be there were the ones we loved the most and would celebrate with us, not simply pretend to join. How bout coffee tomoz, I can come to you?’ I ring the restaurant, they are gracious but I’m sure they will have no problem filling the table.I start to think as I order another Pinot, as I’m dressed to impress in a little black dress, heels and my hair is done shall I eat in the hotel restaurant or eat in my room with the TV for company?As I ponder the barman comes to me with a large glass of Pinot and tells me it has been bought by the two guys across the bar. I thank him and raise my glass. We have a very active sexual relationship, including swinging occasionally. We have done just about everything from have with other couples, to big hotel parties, and he even set up a gang bang for my birthday last year. A few months prior we had sex with a tranny and I loved it and have been asking him for that again. He swears he is not bi, but had no problem with him/her sucking his dick and even fucked him/her in the ass when he/she was fucking me. But again, swears he is not bi. I also. .. fuck me... fuck YOUR pussy, i want you to..... tease my ass daddy.... play with it... GODDD YESSSSSSS" as i feel my own orgasm sweep over myself. Waking up with you in my arms, on top of me, teasing my nipples in your mouth righ befor you slide into my tight pussy. Wanting more of you, not wanting this to stop, i feel you explode in me after i have covered your own cock with my juices. In school, I do nothing but htink of you and what we will have in store tonight. Knowin mommy will be.