Date: Wed, 30 Jul 2014 19:37:54 -0700
From: Joel M <joel_m1971@yahoo.com>
Subject: The "Wedding Ceremony, part III

The next morning, we woke up early together in bed, naked. We kissed and
fondled each other side by side stroking each other's cocks. We were horny
enough that morning to be fully erect and staring at each other until we
could both come. But when I asked him to let me get him off, he said we
should save it for later.

We went to hotel gym instead and worked out together. He looked almost
effortless in his routine and when he ran, I panted and wheezed to keep up
with him. I loved watching him lift weights and do pull-ups. I wanted to
ravish him right there. I wondered if the other men in the gym saw me
admiring him or knew we were together. Afterwards, we had a massage,
followed by brunch in our robes. It was a perfect way to spend the
morning. He was glowing.

In the room, he had a third box waiting for me. This time, black satin
panties, a satin garter belt. and sheer thigh high stockings. He asked me
to wear them under the clothes that he bought me. I went to the bathroom
and cleaned up down there, shaved, and put on the lingerie for him.  He
twirled me by the hand as I walked by him, admiring me. I felt sexy. He
said we again had plans again for the day.

We got dressed and went out to an afternoon opera. He knew a lot of people
at the event, he smiled and schools hands, then he would introduce me to
every one of them. I bashfully said hello and shook hands. I felt so
self-conscious with my underwear underneath my clothing. It was obvious
that several of the men we met were gay; and I knew they were all looking
at me, wondering who I was. During the performance, his hand was on my
thigh. No one noticed, but it thrilled me. I could feel him playing with
the seam of my thigh highs under my pants. he smiled at me occasionally and
I sighed and sank into my seat.

After the performance, we were invited to the directors beautiful townhouse
for a small party. My man into introduced me to a new group of people. The
bartender served drinks and everyone began braking into groups to talk. I
stayed on my own until one older gentleman introduced me to himself. He had
glasses and balding, but was well-dressed and handsome. He was a a little
effeminate, but he had very manly features. He shook my hand and then
proceeded to grill me on my knowledge on opera and the arts. He seems
pleased with my answers and laughed at my lame little jokes. It wasn't
until a few more minutes that I relied he was flirting with me, leaning
into me to talk. He asked me where I lived and worked, and where I liked to
eat in the city. We drank our wine and talked. I felt completely at ease
with him after threes drinks and we chatted for more than an hour.

I excused myself and went upstairs to use the bathroom and take a
break. When I came out of the bathroom, my new gentleman was standing right
there. He walked right up to me, very close to me, and said he wondered
where I went. Soon, he had backed me up into the bathroom and locked the
door behind him. He pulled me to him and kissed me. At first,I wanted to
pull away, but it quickly, and strangely, felt really good. He was a great
kissed and had his hands on my back and ass. The wine and flirting had gone
to my head and I remembered that I had the sexy underwear on. He had me
pinned to the wall, kissing me and grinding into me. He said we would need
to be quick and he turned me around. He rubbed his crotch in my ass and
pulled up my shirt, rubbing my nipples and kissing my neck. He turned my
head to kiss him able he undid my belt and pants. They dropped to the
floor, showing my panties and stockings. He stopped, surprised, and asked
why I was wearing them. He smiled and don't expect an answer.

He rubbed my clock in the panties and I became full erect, poking out the
top of my underwear. He kissed my neck and stroked me in my panties. Then,
he pulled them down and bent me over the sink, rubbing hand lotion on my
hole. I tried to turn to kiss him or help him, but he put me back with my
hands on the sink. He shoved into me with force. It was slippery and he
slid right in, but hurt at first. He was big. I reached between my legs and
could feel that he had somehow put on a condom. He started fucking me, bent
over my back to kiss my ear. I started to moan and he covered my mouth,
shushing me. He then held my waist and picked up speed, moving smoothly in
and out. I was white hot, holding the sink and closing my eyes. I could
feel myself building up to come. Soon, he was pushing harder and faster. He
panted a bit and then lurched against me, coming in the condom inside me. I
came all over the front I the sink, spilling out in several motions. When
he pulled out, he whimpered slightly. Then, he turned me and kissed me gain
with force. He told me it was our secret and gave me his business card with
his mobile number penciled on it. He worked five blocks from my
office. Call me, whenever he gets bored with you, he said and he quickly
kissed me on the mouth and then ducked downstairs.

I cleaned up and headed downstairs. My man was out in the backyard talking
with others. He saw me and smiled and waved. I suddenly felt terrible for
what I had done. I was so confused and now exhausted from the wine and an
orgasm. My legs felt weak. My man came back in the house and grabbed my
hand, asking me to go back to the hotel with him. I was spent, but
agreed. We grabbed a taxi and headed back, holding hands in the cab, but
not talking. I briefly fell asleep next to him. He wok me and then pulled
me out of the taxi and led me to the elevator.

Inside the hotel room, he was just as aggressive as my new friend at the
party. He kissed me forcefully, tearing off my shirts and pants. I wrapped
a leg a round him as he pinned me against the wall, kissing me and feeling
me up. He rubbed my ass, kissed my neck and chest. I stroked his cock,
which was hard as a rock. I suddenly was very into it and was going to
prove myself to him.

He pushed me towards the bedroom and I lay down on my stomach, spreading my
legs. He kissed my back and then my ass in the panties. He told me to keep
them on. Soon, he was lubing me up. I had cleaned up from my previous bout,
but I was nervous. He then pushed my panties aside and entered me, me face
down, legs spread. He stroked evenly and moaned out loud. He leaned into my
ear and whispered that he loved me and had wanted me all day long. We
fucked for awhile and he pulled out. He lied on his back and I straddled
him. I pulled my panties aside and grabbed his hard, wet cock and slowly
sank down onto it. I had to work to get my balance, then I sank down onto
him. He moaned and I picked up a rhythm to fuck him. Soon, I was still and
he began fucking me from underneath. His eyes were closed and he looked so
handsome. I was glad my friend at the party had worn a condom, I only
wanted my man inside me. He rubbed my thighs and fucked harder and harder,
edging himself until at last he gave up and jolted upwards into an
orgasm. I could feel him leaking onto my underwear. I pulled him out of me
and leaned forward to kiss him.

My man pulled me on top of him and kissed me. I want you to come, he said
to me. But, I couldn't. Despite the kisses and stroking and feeling me up,
I couldn't come for him. I was exhausted and spent. I fell asleep and slept
a long time. When I woke up, it was 1 in the morning and my man was reading
a book next to me in bed. he smiled at me and asked if i was OK. I was
still in my lingerie. My head was clear and I felt much better. I decided
not to tell my man about the sex at the party. I sat up and kissed him
hard. I said I was great. He smiled and pulled em to him. We kissed and
laughed together. Soon he pulled off my panties and garter. Kiss me, I
said. he did. Stroke me, I said. He did. Oh god, my make me come, I
said. He stroked me and kissed me. I was building, feeling sexy in my
stockings next to him. I was hard and his hands expertly stroked up and
down my cock. I was warm, sensual, passionate for him. I said I loved
him. I had never said that before. he kissed me and I came with him
stroking me. I moaned and whimpered and then stared at him. I do, you know,
I said. He stared at me and smiled. He kissed me. We spent the next hour
kissing and rolling together in bed.

I woke up on Sunday. There were no more boxes. Our checkout time was at
noon. I went to the bathroom and gathered up all the lingerie and piled it
up on the bed. I showered, dressed, and packed my bag. My man woke up and
stared at me. I bought these for you, he said. I told him our rule. I can't
take anything home. The same with the clothes, I said. I then took of the
ring and gave it to him. He nodded and said he would bring them back to
me. Then he asked me about taking bites back with me and said I had a love
bite on my shoulder. I flashed blank for a second and then remembered the
man at the party; he had sunk his teeth into me during our sex. I sat on
the bed and told him everything. He nodded. He said he understood. He knew
the man, someone he had known for awhile. He said I was his type: younger,
new, confused. I asked him if he trusted me and he laughed. You're married
and I'm single, he said. We sneak chats, emails, and phone calls, he
said. I can trust you as much as possible, but we have things to work on
together. He handed me the ring and closed it in my hand. keep it, he
said. Keep it with you and when you're ready and set up on your own, I will
be here for you, he said. He also said he really loved our wedding
ceremony. He kissed me again. I picked up my back and headed out the
door. I walked out into the city and knew I had choices to make. I put the
ring in my pocket and walked to the train.