Ali and Me 4 - Wedding

Ali and Me - 4, Wedding

... our erotic memoir

This is a sequel to "Ali and Me 3- Summer Fun."

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A year and a half after Summer school ended, Ali ghosted me. Oddly, I wasn't invited when she and Jim married, though she did send an announcement card. By then, I was married too and had an infant. Mira and I sent a gift and a joint, non committal congratulations card and wished them the best. Ali sent us a Thank You card with a wedding photo. Sadly, I had my doubts they would last.

Ali looked great in her poofy bridal gown. Seeing her pretty face again made me happy for them and sad, or at least nostalgic for all the casual and intense sex we'd had. I had to wonder if she were still a 'hot wife' for him, but with someone else.

A few months later, out of the blue, Ali called to catch up as though we were suddenly close friends. After a few highlights, she said she was not 'hot wifeing' with anyone and teased that I had spoiled her. I didn't expect her to accept when I invited them over for brunch to meet my wife and kid. Mira was curious to meet Ali though she'd heard little about her. This was likely to be deliciously awkward. Jim had never met the real me, despite our close encounters, and only knew me as Dick One.

Mira answered the doorbell in a casual tank top and loose skirt as I set out some amuse bouches and braced myself for any explosion from my wife's meeting a former, frequent lover. Instead, I heard squeals and saw hugging as if they were old friends meeting again. Ali ambled in and tried to appear comfortable. Her flickering eyes and twitching lips said she wasn't. She hustled over to me for a prolonged hug then held my face as she kissed my mouth — no tongue. Mira's brows lifted, but she said nothing. "Jim couldn't make it. Oh, hell, he felt odd about finally meeting you, Al. I'm glad he didn't come this time, but we will gather another time." What is that about, I wonder?

Ali had a pound of makeup troweled on her pretty face as usual, but her lipstick and eye shadow were expertly applied and less glaring. She wore a similar pencil skirt and top as the ones when she asked about her stockings.

Out of the blue, Ali made a point of telling us about Jim's academy days and how strict they were. "Boot camp is always so cruel. Even conjugal visits were extremely limited. Did they think sex-starved men fought better? Or, I wondered, if that was preparation for months at sea where they had to find other means of satisfying each other. Rules were so picky, I swear their slacks had bigger left legs and they all had to 'dress left,' if you know what I mean." She winked. I did know exactly what she meant and was shocked Ms Prim and Proper would bring that up.

Failing to get a strong reaction from us, she volunteered some embarrassing incidents with Jim. One such was at a dinner with friends at a restaurant. She said his slacks were bulging and she commented without filters, "I can just eat him up." She blushed and claimed she meant it as the usual cliche while everyone noticed her staring at his bulge. That was another provocative tidbit which seemed odd for her first meet with Mira. If we were alone, I would have teased her back. Instead, I bit my tongue and angled my head to Ali in wonder. Something basic about her had changed or been uncaged.

When she fidgeted in her seat, I noticed that her control tops were high up her slim thighs. She noticed me noticing and smiled a sexy smile. Mira noticed the pregnant pause and asked, as she poured coffee, "What's going on here? That exchange looked like there's a story to be had."

"Well . . ." Ali began. "I assumed he told you all about how we met and where we went from there. Al?"

"All he told me was that you dated once; the car broke down, and you became friends. Oh, and something about stocking advice? That never made sense."

Ali stuffed a mini pastry in her mouth and deflected to me with a giggle. Awkward was right. "Well, Mira, you see how high her control tops are now?" I pointed to the groin-high stockings and the tip of Ali's visible panties. "I'm just remarking that she's following my advice." Ali's knees fell farther apart and she brazenly flashed more of her white panties for Mira and me. I added a strong dose of Sambuca to all our coffees and adjusted my slacks.

"Al, you keep calling them control tops, but they are actually Hold up or Stay Ups. Didn't you tell her about how you instructed me to adjust my stockings and took advantage of naive me?"

"Naive YOU? Ha. You had complete control over me then and afterwards. We just never acknowledged it. I knew better if I wanted to keep meeting you. Yes, I know about the name, but the Hold Ups is the name for the whole stocking. The elasticized band at the top of each leg has no name I know of other than Welt which is the reinforced top for stockings which don't stay up on their own. I looked them up."

"Well, why don't we show her what happened? You can recreate it and I'll correct you when you stray from reality. I dare you." I did a spit take into my cup and gulped.

Mira's eyes popped. "Yes, Al. Show me. What . . . did . . . you . . . do?"

Ali slid off her seat and ignored her rising skirt, "We can start from when you called my hose granny stockings." She stood against a wall.

"Well, Mira, let's start just before that. It was weeks after her birthday ejection, when she pushed me out of her apartment party and told me to get lost — I told you about that too — and I figured she was still pissed with me, so I was actively avoiding her. Yet, she stomped over to me that day and without any greeting demanded to know if it were true that men found it sexy to see the lacy top of stockings. When I started to confirm that, she huffed and stomped off.

"With nothing to lose, I said, 'Let me speak bluntly. THOSE are not sexy. They look like granny support hose with the lacy tops fallen to your knees.' I suggested that to be sexy, the lace has to be very high up your thighs and the upper end, in my opinion, has to be in the tapered dip above the biggest thigh muscle and within a breath of your vulva. It's sexy because it tells us we're getting very close to seeing your taboo pussy, or at least your panties."

"Don't that beat all, Mira? Do these look like granny hose?" Ali pressed as she raised her skirt. Those shear stockings did NOT look like granny support hose. Mira stared and shook her head.

"I asked where there was a full length mirror nearby, besides the ladies' room? But, there were too many people around to do what I wanted to do without embarrassing her, so I asked her to check the Ladies'. It was empty so I went in with her. You sure you want to hear the rest of this, Mira?"

"Please. It's just getting interesting. Continue."

Reluctantly, I continued, "Her beige, wool skirt ended about four inches over her knees, but her stocking tops were below that and went to her knee joint. 'Trust me?' I asked with truly honest intentions. She paused, then nodded. I asked her to raise her skirt to mid thigh, then higher." Ali raised her skirt to reveal half her tiny bikini panties to Mira. "When she did, I asked what she thought about how her tops looked in the mirror. 'Ugly! Hideous!' she said. I had her take off one shoe, knelt and put her warm foot on my thigh. After struggling to stretch her stocking, starting at her toes, I kept stretching the stocking and sliding my hands up her slim leg for the most intimate contact we'd ever had. Between her raised leg and my movements, I had frequent and prolonged peeks at her pale green bikini panties.

"I asked her to lift her skirt higher for me and spread her feet. She scoffed, justifiably believing I wanted a close up view, but lifted it to full panties' height anyway. I got my hands inside her stocking top and pulled and stretched it along her shapely thigh. Yes, I made sure to brush her pussy every time I pulled the inner tops up. She flinched the first time, but was very stoic after that so I enjoyed my prolonged contact with her smoldering pussy. Then she began directing my attention where she wanted it."

"You're right, Al. I asked about tiny model tits like mine then asked if you saw any CT in my panties. You never answered."

"Yes, there was a thickening camel toe, as there is now, and I kept trying to sniff it as I tightened her panties around it. She smiled and closed her eyes, visualizing her arousal at exhibiting, as I pressed lazy, daring circles around her dampening pussy." I dared to rub her dampening white panties as Mira watched. Both gasped.

"That was a huge change from the wussy you were when we went out. You were confident and seemed to know so much more than during our date. I like confidence in men, people, who stand up to me. Family always gave in to me no matter how crazy my demands were. They made me believe that pretty girls always got and deserved what we wanted. I had little to do with being pretty until I noticed some skin flaws and used makeup to hide them. Then flat chested women became vogue for models and here I am, taking advantage of my pretty face."

"Wow. That's more insightful honesty than you showed even in our raw talks. I'm proud of you for that. During the date, I tried to impress an aloof, worldly model who was beyond my reach. That day, your aggressive approach was a mask for what you really wanted. At first, I thought you just wanted some simple teasing, exhibitionist fun. Your reaction to my touching your panties-clad pussy told me you were deeply horny and wanted much more — like now. Again, I had nothing to lose since you'd already rejected me twice."

Now the visit was getting dangerous. Mira had walked out on her fiancé when she stumbled on him fucking a stranger with another couple sharing the bed. As they traded partners, he invited Mira to join them. She couldn't handle the possibility so she threw her ring at him in a rage and stormed out. The next few minutes would test her growth and trust.

"So, after I stretched the other stocking, I exercised her pussy and thumbed her clit — no more subtlety needed! A small wet spot appeared and quickly grew so I inhaled her subtle, heavenly scent. She was silent, her head tilted back. Her clit was already escaping its hood and putting a dent in her panties. I slipped two fingers into her wet panties and she gasped, but didn't object. Even if someone entered, I wasn't about to stop. My fingers slid up and one bumped over her clit and I lightly pinched it. She lurched and grunted." With my fingers once again in her pretty pussy, in my home, I turned to see my wife breathing hard as she rubbed her own pussy over her skirt.

"Come closer, Mira. She's wet already and smells great. Get your nose next to her pussy and stay close for this part. I slid her panties down, like this, while she still kept her skirt at hip level." Ali glowed as I fulfilled her goal for the day. Mira gasped at the sight of a stranger's pussy exposed by me. Her eyes flickered back and forth as she considered flight or stay. After all, this was a mere reenactment of things that happened years ago.

To help her decision, I continued, "Her bald pussy lips were swollen, gaping and inviting. I accepted the invitation and dove in nose first. Even while inhaling her deepest fragrance, my tongue pushed in and licked her swollen outer and inner labia and I drank her sweet and intoxicating nectar." Just an inch from my wife's face, I copied my actions and lapped the same intoxicant from her married pussy. "Her gasp echoed and amplified in the rest room. It was truly music to my ears. My fingers slid under my tongue and pulled more of her tangy nectar into my hungry mouth. I surrendered to the moment, as did she. Our breathing quickly increased and long before I expected or wanted it, she shuddered and hissed a barely controlled orgasm. I savored her extra flow and kept drinking." Ali moaned and guided Mira closer to her sex.

As I encouraged Mira to lap Ali's glistening pussy, I noticed she had pulled Mira's skirt fully up her back and pushed her panties to her knees without objection. As my wife happily licked Ali's nectar, Ali stroked her bared ass then reached under Mira's front skirt and noisily fingered her wet pussy.

"Ali, I see you still wax your labia. I love how smooth they are while you still have some blond hair above them." As I said that, I released Mira's skirt and pushed it and her panties to her feet. She stepped out of her clothes and spread her legs to display her swollen and hairy pussy to us both, and surprisingly sighed her approval. Ali's moans got louder. Mira's fragrant juices added to Ali's and filled the room.

Between gasps, Ali added, "I'd let waxing go for a while. But when I planned to meet you today, I waxed it clean last night. I remember you like the smoothness and I like your gorgeous, stiff, uncut cock. I need it."

"Wait! You planned to expose your pussy to me and my wife? Were you hoping for a repeat of. . .?"

"Yes, of course I am. Mira wasn't with us then and we hadn't met Rose yet so I didn't know I liked pussy too. You spoiled me as you trained me. As I was a 'hot wife' for Jim, I want you to be the same for Mira. Are you up for that?"

"Well, I could be, but this isn't that. So far, we are a trio, headed for a threesome and I hope to alternately fuck you both, or at least watch and find a way to participate." While I removed Mira's top and bra, she continued to enjoy Ali's pussy. Ali used her free hand to pinch and twist Mira's swinging nipples.

"Getting back to our day, before Ali let her skirt fall back, she took some moments to calm down, leaving her legs spread wide and pussy gaping for me. That's when she took control again and warned me to keep it casual, like a long, warm hug. Ha! She said her fiancé was OK with their having separate sex as long as she told him all about hers in detail. That's the essence of a 'hot wife' fetish. Then she told me I could keep her panties and she would go home commando. She grabbed my tenting cock over my slacks. Yes, like th-h-hat and she smirked at her obvious control over me then too, especially when I sniffed and licked her not so prim and proper panties as she watched with a wicked, dominant smile. Those panties are still hidden away in my bedroom."

Mira pushed Ali's top and miracle bra over her head and marveled at her tiny tits. "Don't you ever tease me again about my small tits. I'm a FULL A-cup, she is nearly flat. I like these pebbly nipples," she said as she bit one, sending a jolt to Ali's clit, then sucked her pussy-soaked fingers clean before plunging them deep into Ali's snug pussy again. "Continue your story."

"Before exiting the ladies', Ali evened out her stockings and rolled her skirt up four more inches confirming she did have an exhibitionist streak in her after all. She walked ahead of me, up the steep stairway, and I watched her exposed, damp, naked, and gaping pussy twist and tease under her shortened skirt. Lovely. My stiff-again cock enjoyed the show too. Even ten feet away, I felt her clit tingle as she squeezed it, as if it were my own.

"The rest of that school year, she hunted me down at least weekly. The first time, she clutched my shirt and gasped in my ear, 'Come on, stud. I want you to fuck me hard and fast. No romance, just hot sex.' How could I object? Much like today, she said she just needed a hot, stiff cock. I stood up to her again and told her to get a vibrator and use it as I ate her but I wouldn't just be her meat vibrator. Heard enough, Mira? There's much more."

"That's enough for today. Let's move to our armless love seat. Al, why are you still dressed?"

"I was hoping one or both of you would resolve that, but I see you are too busy to worry about me." I peeled off my shirt and grabbed my 110 camera. They kissed, with tongue, on the way across the room. Ali's skirt fell to the floor and she kicked off her shoes, as did Mira. Both completely naked, they fingered each other as they kissed. Their groans, nipple and clit pinches, and open mouth kisses made my cock try to rip through my slacks.

When they got into sixty-nine, I grabbed pics from both ends so I caught both tongues licking both pussies. Side pics included Mira's hanging tits. When I'd shucked the rest of my clothes, Ali squeezed and pulled my stiff cock. I spread Mira's cheeks for Ali and took more photos with my cock in the images. Just before my bishop entered my wife's pussy and Ali wrapped her tongue around it, I caught my second favorite pic — Mira's hot pink insides exposed and soaked. Ali helped direct and squeeze my cock against the swollen clit above her until she helped it fill Mira's pussy with my eager cum. The next photo showed my cum dripping onto Ali's smiling face.

Giving myself some refractory time, I moved to Mira's face above Ali's vulva. As I took photos of Ali's gaping and soppy pussy, my cock stirred. Watching Mira enjoy eating her first tasty, fragrant pussy made my cock rise again. When I lifted Ali's tiny ass off my love seat, Mira latched onto her clit and pushed it around firmly. Loving the direct pressure, Ali moaned into Mira's pussy. It seemed Mira had made her decision — to stay.

My fingers found their way into the sweet pussy which craved my cock. Since I wasn't ready yet, I wet a third finger in Ali's heavenly intoxicant then easily slid it fully into her ass. She groaned, "Oh, I've missed that." Mira looked at me suspiciously. As I twisted and pumped that finger in her rear, I moved the other two still ensconced fingers up to surround her familiar G-spot. I recalled exactly how to best trigger her and did. She nearly launched Mira off her when she came explosively. Her liquid spray soaked Mira, but I signed for her to stay face down and lick it. Remembering how special it tasted, I wanted to share that with my wife. Loving her flavor, Mira groaned and came with a series of shudders on Ali's face.

I captured Ali's spray on film before I helped lap up the precious nectar then gave them a few minutes to nearly calm down. By then, my cock was ready for Ali's warm, wet hug. As I began sliding into her, my wife slipped her tongue under Ali's outer lips and licked my cock as I stepped up to rabbiting Ali's demanding pussy. She clenched me firmly as my wife watched. When I stepped up to slamming pubes to pubes, Ali screamed, shook and shuddered in another powerful orgasm. That triggered me to grunt and fill her sweet pussy with my cum under my wife's mouth. I grabbed a pic before I fell out of her hole and grabbed a few when Mira flipped Ali around so she could eat my cum from the stranger.

We lay quietly catching our breaths as Mira kept eating mixed cum. "Well, that was intense and fun. What say you, Mira?"

"I was totally unprepared for my first pussy feast to be with a frequent former lover of my husband. Knowing you were fucking just two years ago made me feel a bond with his cock, mouth, and your pussy. I didn't think I could tolerate sharing him, but eating a shared pussy helped somehow."

"You have grown, Mira, since we met. I don't think you would have stayed to join us or stayed with me two years ago. Ali isn't a threat to us even if we continue meeting and do this often. If you left any cum in her, she will share it with her husband. Ali?" Was that hint too subtle?

"I had fond memories, but the reality today was better. Though I lost count of how many orgasms you both gave me today, I can assure you they were far more than the one Jim can manage. You can tell I didn't marry him for the great sex. In the months we've been apart, Al, I spent every night thinking of the frequent, intense sex we had and made myself cum as I did.