Son’s Destination Wedding

Maureen and I were in the kitchen discussing our children’s upcoming destination wedding.

Zach and my only son, Zander, was marrying Julia his best friend since grade school.

Julia was Carl and Maureen’s youngest, we lived on the same block, friends for over 15 years.

Carl and Zach, were on the sofa, watching the game.

We entered the living room; I had a bowl of chips and dip; Maureen had two bottles of ice-cold beer.

Zach, winking at Maureen accepted a beer, took a sip.

“Aahhh, that’s great.”

Smiling at me as I set the chips and dip on the coffee table.

“Beer and snacks delivered, I know that look, you two have been scheming.”

I sat on his knee.

“Ok, what do you two want.”

I placed my arms around his neck, kissed his cheek.

“At Zander and Julia’s wedding you guys will be relaxing the entire week, except for the portion of the actual ceremony.

We however will be busy getting things ready well in advance, the majority of the time running around like chickens with our heads cut off making sure everything goes as planned.

We would like to stay for a few extra days after the event to relax and enjoy the sunshine, ocean breeze, surf and sand.”

Zach responded.

“Rhonda, you know I don’t have any more days I can take; I had to beg to get the five that we need, and we can’t afford me taking more days off.”

Carl chimed in.

“Ya Maureen, there’s no way I can take anymore days from my company, I’ve never been away from the business more than three days in the past.

So, 5 is most definitely my limit.”

I wiggled on Zach’s lap, gave him a peck on the lips.

“I understand that sweetie, we’ve already budgeted for the airfare and it’s an all-inclusive hotel, so it’s just the cost of a few more nights for the room.

I’m willing to pay for the extra nights myself.”

Maureen sat on her husband’s lap.

“Babe, we just want some time alone at an island paradise, we all know we will likely never have the opportunity ever again.

So how about just the two of us spend an extra few days to lounge and enjoy some relaxation, after such a stressful event.”

She rubbed their noses like an Eskimo kiss, and in a giggly voice.

“We’ll both be empty nesters after this trip, a few extra days in paradise will help us adjust.”

Maureen planted several little kisses on Carl’s face.

Carl looked at Zach, then at each of us.

“Well, if you can afford it, you do deserve a break, I’m OK with it.”

“Me too,” Zach squeezed Maureen and they shared an intimate kiss.

We returned to the kitchen; Rhonda put her arm around Maureen and pulled her close.

“Oh, thankyou God, yes!”

Rhonda sighed, pressed Maureen against the counter and kissed her.

“Moe, after 2 years of stealing afternoons here and there, we’ll finally get to spend an entire night together.”

Rhonda sunk her fingers into Moe’s ass.

“We can fall asleep in each others embrace, without the fear of oversleeping and getting caught.

Gawd I’m so excited.”

Moe swayed with Rhonda in a loving embrace.

“Me too, think about it, just the two of us alone for a few days.

Falling asleep satiated and waking up looking at your gorgeous face, that’s real paradise.”

She slid her hands from Rhonda’s waist to sink her fingers into the soft flesh of her bum, pressing a leg between Rhonda’s thighs, smirking a devilish smile.

“Maybe we will even leave the bed once in awhile, won’t we?”

“Of course.”

Rhonda ground her pelvis against Maureen’s thigh.

“We’ll need showers after all that sweaty sex, maybe even nourishment, eating more than each other out.”

She chuckled.

“Besides we’ll need to take some touristy pics to show our husbands proving we actually enjoyed ourselves.”

My hand roamed under Maureen’s blouse to her breast, which instantly activated the erect button.

“Rhonda, we will have to carry a blanket everywhere, cause I doubt I’ll be able to restrain myself for more than a short while alone with you, before getting frisky.”

We shared an enthusiastic, passionate kiss, before returning to the table and continued planning.

I confirmed the travel and hotel reservations and left my return flight open to stay at least a couple extra days to relax.

***

Our lesbian relationship began last summer.

The 4 of us were walking home from a neighbor’s BBQ.

Our husbands had both been drinking rather steadily since noon and declared they were going to bed; they had an early tee time.

Us girls decided we were still thirsty, it was still early and it was a gorgeous, warm night, so we decided to share a bottle of wine on the deck.

I topped off our wine glasses and Moe began sharing a story that happened to her the previous evening.

“I was sure I smelled smoke, rushed down the hall, it was coming from Kaylee’s room.

I was about to bust in when I recognized the odor, it was weed.”

I stopped my hand on the doorknob pondering going in, knocking, or walking away.

I overheard Kaylee tell Julia how sensational sex was with Bonnie.

Then Kaylee said, ‘Relax Julia, let me show you how good it feels.’

I heard them move on the bed, soon Julia’s intermittent moaning became constant, it was obvious what they were doing.”

Moe took a long sip and continued.

“I could hear Julia panting, her moaning practically constant.

A minute later Julia’s moaning got much louder she exhaled loudly and groaned what had to be an orgasm.”

Moe pulled out a joint from her cleavage.

“This morning I found Kaylee’s stash and took this; I haven’t smoked weed since I got pregnant. Have you?”

“Occasionally, only on special dates with Zach.”

Moe fired up the joint.

“Rhonda have you ever been intimate with another woman?”

“No, but I’ve always been curious, have you?”

“I was invited to a frat party by another female college student. The one where I met Carl, but I went home with her and spent most of that weekend exploring sapphic sex.”

As she told me, I could see her expression change, her eyes had a soft, sultry gaze.

“Carl called Monday and we started dating the following week. I often think about that weekend with that gal, mostly when I masturbate or Carl is going down on me.”

Moe finished her wine, she had a look of lust and she licked her lips seductively.

“Rhonda, it was so good,” she just leaned over and our lips melded.

The afternoon of drinking, now the wine and weed had me very relaxed, the intimate kiss somehow seemed natural.

There was a slight pang of guilt but the fantastic sensations I felt overpowered those.

It definitely didn’t feel like cheating, we’d been so close for so long.

I couldn’t think of a legitimate reason not to explore my same sex desires.

I responded by putting my left hand behind her neck and holding her as our tongues swirled.

While sharing this steamiest of kisses, Moe’s fingers went under my blouse lifted my bra and gently rolled my nipple, they responded immediately.

I felt every nerve receptor in my body tingling and burst like fireworks, goosebumps everywhere, activating my libido to a level I never felt before.

I succumbed, I was hastily yanking my blouse and bra over my head, Moe’s mouth began enthusiastically suckling a sensitive nipple.

Her fingers hastily undid my jeans and snuck into my panties.

All I could do at that moment other than emitting an elongated sigh was elevate my hips to push my jeans down.

She made a leisurely tongue swirling path from my breast lower until her lips replaced her fingers.

I pulled one foot from my jeans, yawned my legs, arched my pelvis up to her, groaned my pleasure as my fingers entangled into her hair.

Oral sex was my Achille’s heel, my kryptonite, it always had a profound effect on me; it sent my libido into overdrive.

If Zach didn’t fuck me to an orgasm after cunninglingus, I used my fingers or a toy; I needed to get myself off.

Moe’s tongue eagerly swiping the interior surface of my aroused labia and flicking my excited clit had me undulating and groaning my climax.

Practically instantly I came unraveled.

Moe continued administering lavishing licks and gently sucking on my love button as I quivered through a very powerful orgasm.

“More, I want more.” I gasped, tightening my thighs around her ears, my hands holding her there whilst enthusiastically mashing my pussy against her face.

Moe gripped my wrists, overpowered me, pulled herself free from my leg grip.

She raised lip tugged an erect nipple.

“I want more too.”

Her smile glistened with my juices.

I tasted my secretions as she kissed me passionately.

She stood, leaving me panting quivering craving more.

Peered down at me with a mischievous grin.

“Rhonda, come to my house when the guys go golfing in the morning.”

I was slouched down in the Adirondack chair, practically naked, still catching my breath from a mind altering sensational oral orgasm, horny as hell.

As I mentioned, oral sex always created a desire for more.

I kicked off my jeans and hastily headed to bed; I was far to needy to relax.

I woke up Zach by sucking his cock, the moment it was stiff enough, I flung my leg across and I rode him with a ferocity like never before.

I’m not sure if much more than his cock was awake but at this moment my only concern was making sure his cock was hitting my G.

All the while thinking about sex with Moe.

I quickly had a convulsive climax and I fell aside gasping and vibrating in ecstasy.

***

While the guys golfed, we spent a few hours fucking like ravenous feral animals.

Sweaty and somewhat satiated, while embracing, relishing in the afterglow bliss.

Cuddling, tenderly caressing and intimately kissing, we became aware of that part of our lives that had been missing and vowed we’d find ways and times to keep our carnal desires a secret and fulfilled.

*****

The wedding although hectic, went off without a hitch, well Zander and Julia got hitched, there were no complications with the wedding.

The next day the entire wedding group was on the beach. Zander and Julia both smiling broadly, graced us with their presence mid afternoon.

Immediately upon arrival Zander went behind Julia wrapped his arms around her and announced.

“The consummation portion of our union went extremely well, if I do say so myself.”

Seductively kissing her neck as he swayed her.

Julia was as gorgeous as ever, blushing beet red, nodded. Zander kissed her passionately as he dipped her.

“We’ll spend an hour or two visiting here with you folks and then we’ll be off to start our new life, with many rounds of baby making practice.”

Everyone laughed, there were shouts of congratulations and giggles.

The next morning, we all met for the final breakfast together before everybody but Maureen and I hopped on the airport shuttle bus.

It was home time for them and play time for us.

The moment the shuttle bus was out of sight Maureen, and I anxiously rushed to our room.

I’m sure we were naked before the door clicked shut and I’m amazed, we actually made it to the bed as we became feral, ravenous animals.

You’d think it was our honeymoon.

We ordered room service around 7:00 PM with two bottles of wine and some side orders of condiments such as whipped cream, chocolate sauce, maraschino cherries, and my favorite, marshmallow sauce, cause it’s sticky and gooey, so it takes longer to lick off.

It was a night we had yearned for, for years, just the two of us without concern of being interrupted or caught.

That made the sex even more incredible.

Mid morning we decided to take a much-needed break to recoup, get some lunch and enjoy some of the island paradise.

We both put on our new sexy bikinis, packed a bag with sunblock, towel etc. and headed for the beach with a blanket.

We were lounging in a fairly secluded area, under a palm tree shading the tropical sun.

My legs apart, arms wide, my entire body offered to the sky in an effort to soak up every ounce of the vitamin D that my body had been deprived of all winter.

Having zero plans, except for several uninterrupted make out sessions with my best friend in a low-key setting was priority.

My mind was no longer attempting to maximize every minute regarding my son’s wedding, instead, I was developing the go-with-the-flow island mode, and that called for a frozen drink with my bare feet in the warm sand.

Maureen got up and went to get the attention of a waitress.

We were cuddling and making out, when chicken tenders and nachos were delivered to our blanket by a young female room service attendant.

She attempted to hide her smile at the scene of our beach picnic.

“I’d like a frozen Daiquiri, Por favor.” Smiling at the server.

“Me too, Por favor,” Maureen added, dipping a tender in the honey sauce.

Before the gal turned away, Moe sensuously swiped the tender from my knee up along my inner thigh.

“Oops, honey, uh honey sauce.”

She dove in and started licking the substance from my thigh.”

I glanced up at the young waitress, who was staring intently, I noticed the lust in her eyes as she wiped her grin with her tongue.

“Oh Geezus Moe, you just blew the top off my horny thermometer.”

I writhed my hips against her face and entangled my fingers in her hair, giving the server a wink.

The young lady returned with our Daiquiris; Moe had my bikini bottoms pulled aside and was eagerly eating me out.

Moe never slowed, as the girl sat down our drinks, she lingered a beat longer staring at the salacious sapphic scene.

I breathlessly thanked the girl, she simply nodded, smiled, turned and left.

Although it was the heat of midday on the beach our drinks were still frozen as I climaxed so quickly.

I took a sip, looked around with the thought of being the centre of attention but it seemed only one couple were looking our way.

I pulled Maureen up and cleaned her face with my tongue and we playfully wrestled as we passionately made out.

By the time we broke away our daiquiris we’re no longer frozen and the chicken tenders we’re no longer hot, but we were, so we packed everything up and headed back to our room to extinguish the fire Moe ignited.

It was past supper time, we were laying in bed, naked, snuggling and there was a knock on our door.

Moe quickly pulled up the covers, we did a quick worried look at each other, as we didn’t know anybody here.

I grabbed a robe from the back of the bathroom door and peeked through the peephole.

It was the service girl who delivered our dinner and drinks on the beach.

She was holding a tray; we hadn’t ordered room service; I was puzzled but opened the door.

The girl smiled and brought a champagne bucket full of ice and a bottle of champagne from around the corner and set it inside.

She lifted the cover off the tray showing several small stainless-steel bowls.

She looked over at Moe leaning on a pile of pillows against the headboard partly covered with a sheet.

“I’m off duty, I thought you might like some bubbly and some condiments to add to your meal. I noticed at lunchtime how much you enjoyed the honey mustard sauce, so I brought 2 of that, and I recall from last night’s order.”

She pointed to each dish.

“Whipped cream, chocolate sauce, maraschino cherries, marshmallow sauce.”

She dipped a finger in one bowl.

“I added my favorite, Carmel,”

She licked it seductively from her finger.

“In hopes you might ask me to join you.”

She set the tray on the side table.

“I also noticed you both wearing wedding rings, so I brought something that might also fill a secondary desire.”

She held up a long English cucumber, “one that you both can share at the same time, if you so choose.”

She then lifted a rather large regular cucumber about 10 inches long and a girth larger than most cocks.

“This one’s if you really want to feel fulfilled.”

She tossed it beside Maureen.

My eyes met Moe’s, it was obvious what we were thinking, Maureen gave me a slight nod with an impish grin.

We’d never talked about sex with anyone else.

It was always just us two pleasuring each other.

I moved behind the young girl; my fingers lowered the uniform’s zipper.

My fingers brushed the fabric off her shoulders; I found that curved spot between her neck and shoulder that perfectly matched my lips.

She gave her body a little shake and the dress fell away.

“What’s your name sweetie.”

“Pamela.” She moaned, her head tipped back her hand came up to the back of my head, the other went behind to squeeze my bum.

I licked up her neck to her ear as my fingers unclasped her bra, I pushed the shoulder straps outward.

Again, she wiggled so that it fell to the floor, my hand started at her waist, then to her belly and up over her ribs, cupping her moderate mounds.

Tenderly teasing her tiny nubs, they instantly stiffen and she emits a low moan

Pamela arching her back so her bum pressed against me.

I twisted her towards Maureen, moving her towards the bed, nuzzling her neck, my thumb and forefingers rolling her taut nipples.

Maureen tossed the sheet aside and slid to the edge of the bed.

Moe’s thumbs hooked the elastic hem of Pamela’s lacy panties lowering them over her hips.

Pushing Pam forward, Moe placed her legs between Pam’s.

She was bent over Maureen, her arms went around Moe and they began enthusiastically open mouth kissing.

I dropped to my knees, my thumbs parted Pam’s cheeks and my tongue began delicately rimming her.

My fingers roamed down to massage the back of her knees, pressing her feet slightly further apart.

I brought my hands up slowly so my thumbs were edging her labia as my tongue teased her dark wrinkled skin.

Moe’s fingers moved mine aside and she played with Pam’s pussy.

I reached over and got the long English cucumber and with little effort pressed it into Pamela’s pussy from behind.

I then stood and teased my labia and clitoris with the other end.

They maintained their lip lock, Moe’s fingers were alternating between nipples, her clit fingering had Pam panting.

I placed my right leg on the side of the bed and pushed my hips towards Pamela we shared the cucumber.

Pamela was rolling her hips in sync with my thrusts and she stiffened just as I was nearing my peak and I rolled us onto our sides on the bed.

A few more strokes and I climaxed, groaning as we quivered together.

When I stood back taking the cuke with me, Maureen pushed Pamela flat, lifting her leg high.

Moe maneuvered into position and began scissoring Pam.

Moe made a slight hip adjustment, and I could hear squishing as Maureen humped Pam like a horny dog.

It was mere moments and Moe groaned and fell onto the bed panting.

Seeing Pamela laying on the bed her legs parted her pussy glistening with smeared wetness, made me hungry.

I dove in, her scent was intoxicating and the moment my lips touched hers, the taste was extremely unusual; I looked up and Pamela was peering down at me with a large smile.

“You like?”

I licked my lips.

What is it? I don’t understand.”

“It’s peppermint, I dab myself with a bit of flavored extract whenever I think somebody might be going to taste me.

You need to try my nipples this one’s got some lemon and this one’s pineapple.”

Maureen rolled over to sample her tasty titties.

Pamela moaned as Moe licked her nipples.

“I like to add a little flavor to the enjoyable transactions I get involved with.”

I went back to savoring the peppermint clitoris, the flavor was much stronger on the outside of her thin labia.

My tongue started tingling, I ran it along the inner edge of her smooth, bright pink, wings.

Pam had one hand in Moe’s hair one in mine, moaning incessantly, as squirmed and undulated.

By the time I had removed the peppermint flavor from her tiny nub Pam was shuddering another climax.

Maureen flung her right leg over Pamela’s face, lowered herself, brushed me aside so she could sample the young girls salacious flavor.

After they finished Moe, huffing, rolled off.

Pamela moved to me, gave me an intimate French kiss.

As she flipped around into a 69.

“All you need to do is touch that tiny reset button at the top of my pussy and I become the energizer bunny.”

Pamela definitely had skill. I got my first orgasm with a tongue piercing on my clit, another with two in the pink one in the stink.

The next morning after an extended breakfast in bed, sampling the condiments in a savory daisy chain; we showered and went to the lunch buffet.

It was Pam’s day off so we had a gratifying afternoon delight in the sauna.

The next day we returned home with an entirely new outlook on life and a plan to have a girl’s night once a week.

To hunt other like-minded women.