After years of reading slut wife stories in various magazines and on Internet sites I finally have one of my own to tell. It is not about my wife, at least not this time, and it happened at a very unlikely place - my daughter's wedding. The slut? None other that the mother of the groom.
Rick and Anna had been a couple for several years before Rick popped the question and Anna said yes. Jean (my wife) and I had met and had socialized with Rick's parents for over two years. There was nothing about Tom and Denise that would make you think that they were anything other that a middle-aged suburban couple with a stable marriage, but as the old saying goes, looks can be deceiving. The wedding had taken place at one o'clock Saturday afternoon and the reception was being held at our home. About two hours into the reception I noticed that Tom was spending a lot of time with one of Anna's bridesmaids and I wondered about that because (a) the girl's husband was usually a very jealous sort and he hung around his wife like a guard dog and (b) Denise was in the area. But, I was tending bar and I got busy and forgot about it.
About fifteen minutes after I saw Tom and the girl together I spilled tomato juice on myself and I grabbed my younger son to tend bar while I went upstairs to change. I put on a clean shirt and went into the bathroom to wash my face and comb my hair and while drying my face with the towel I heard what sounded like a low moan from the adjoining bedroom (my home is an older one and two bedrooms share a large bathroom). I opened the door a crack and saw Tom between the legs of the young girl (her name was Tammy) and he was pounding away like there would be no tomorrow. Her legs were up over his shoulders and her high heel clad feet were pointed up at the ceiling and her hands were clutching Tom's hips as if she was trying to keep him from getting away. She was uttering a string of low moans that I couldn't recognize, but to me the meaning was clear. It was either, "Oh yes, oh yes" or "fuck me, fuck me" and I surprised myself by continuing to watch the two of them enjoy their illicit interlude. I hadn't realized that there was some voyeur in me, but it was unmistakable the effect that watching them had on me. I saw some movement out of the corner of my eye and I shifted my gaze just in time to see Denise quietly close the bedroom door. I only got a quick glimpse of her, but it was enough to show me that she was pissed. I turned my attention back to the couple on the bed and watched for several more minutes until Tom groaned, "Get ready honey, here it comes" and Tammy cried out, "No, no, please wait for me, I'm almost there, please, please" but Tom was apparently interested in only himself and he emptied himself into her and then jumped off the bed and pulled up his pants. "Got to go baby, before my wife misses me" and then he left the room.
On the bed Tammy was trying to get herself off with her fingers and I don't know what made me do what I did, I had never cheated on my wife before, but the sight of that poor girl on the bed trying to get herself off with her fingers got to me. I walked out of the bathroom (after locking the adjoining door) and walked to the bedroom door and locked it. I walked to the bed and dropped my trousers and Tammy looked up at me and said, "No, please, you can't" but as she was saying it she was spreading her legs wide to get ready for me. It was my first time for sloppy seconds and I couldn't believe how great it felt. She was hot and wet and silky and at that moment in time she wanted me (actually my cock) as bad as I wanted her and her legs wrapped around me as her hands pulled me as deep into her as she could. It only took her a minute or so to have her orgasm and as it washed through her she dug her nails into me so hard that I thought she might have drawn blood. As soon as she came down from her high she began to try and push me off, but I was not going to be denied my own release and I held on and kept plowing into her until my own sperm joined Tom's. As we both dressed she pleaded with me not to tell anyone about what had just happened and I assured her that it would be our little secret, but I added with a smile, "You know where to find me if you ever need help again. Fingers are not all that satisfying."
Back downstairs I was pleased to notice that I hadn't been missed and I began to mingle with the guests. As I circulated I noticed that Denise kept having her glass refilled by Tammy's husband. Did she tell him what she saw? I decided that she hadn't because as jealous as he was he would have gone looking for Tammy and it wouldn't have been pretty when he found her. Curious, I kept and eye on the two of them as I walked around and talked to people and it began to dawn on me that Denise was seducing Scott, probably to get even with Tom for having fucked Tammy, and Tammy for having bopped Tom. On a hunch I headed back upstairs and made some arrangements. I locked the guest bedroom and Anna's bedroom so that the only room available would be the one that Tom, Tammy and I had recently made good use of and then I got in the closet and waited. After a bit I began to think I had guessed wrong and I was about to leave when the bedroom door opened and Denise took a quick peek to see if anyone was there. Seeing no one she turned and said something and then she came into the room followed by Scott. Denise, having more sense than Tom, locked the door behind them and then lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties.
"Hurry" she said, "We don't have much time."