My wife and I went last summer to a wedding reception for one of her former high
school classmates. It had been almost a year since she saw him last, and for
many of the guests, it had been almost a decade since she had seen them last.

Heather, my wife, is very attractive. She is not a drop-dead looker, but her
tanned and toned body, her nice clothing, blonde hair and nice smile draws the
attention of many. Her legs looked especially good that day, with heels that
caused her calves to cut into a nice diamond shape. Her dress was sleeveless and
quite snug, showing off her nice, firm breasts and perky nipples. The dress was
cut to about mid thigh, thus giving everyone ample opportunity to get a nice
view of my wife of nearly a decade.

As the reception went into the evening, Heather had a bit too much to drink, as
was evident by her flush face and flirtatious attitude. One person, in
particular, was receiving much of my wife's attention, a former rugby player
named Josh. Now Josh was not big: he was less than six feet tall but was in
great shape, with big arms and chest. He was also quite hairy, with his dark
brown hair sticking out from the top of his shirt and on his arms and legs.
Although Heather always said she didn't like hairy guys, she seemed to enjoy
rubbing Josh's arms as they danced.

At one point there was a group picture for those who went to school together.
Since I went to another school altogether, I sat back while the shots were
taken. Again, Heather and Josh were close together, with her actually sitting on
his lap for the entire shoot. His left hand gripped her waist, and she showed no
signs of resistance.

About an hour later, after Heather and I had a couple pretty sexy and fun
dances, I went back to the bar for a drink. While there, I got into a discussion
with some friends from work who were also invited. Little did I realize that we
spent over an hour laughing and joking - time flies when you're drunk.

After this died down, I went looking for Heather, as she was nowhere to be
found. I went outside the tent where the reception was being held, and could not
see her. I then went into the house, and was not successful. By instinct,
perhaps, I decided to check out the basement, a nice, finished room with a big
couch and television set. There I found Heather and Josh, fully locked in a
passionate kiss.

Instead of lose it, I sat back and watched. I also locked the door to prevent
any others from walking in on this. Josh had his shirt off, showing off his
hairy pecs and large brown nipples. Heather was licking these feverishly, while
he worked on undoing her dress. Heather stood up and allowed John access to her
back zipper, causing the dress to fall to the floor. She then flung off her
pumps, leaving her in a white cotton bra and panty. I could see that her crotch
was wet - she was probably horny for hours. Josh started kissing her crotch, and
with his hands undid her bra. Her perky breasts moved very little. Josh told her
how hot she looked, which Heather responded by pushing him down onto the couch.
She then undid his pants and pulled them down. Josh was wearing bikini briefs,
and the size of his cock was unmistakable. Heather gasped, then rubbed her palm
up and down the front of Josh's underwear, causing his large cock to spring out
from the top. Heather then pulled t! he underwear off, revealing two large,
hairy balls and a thick cock.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I felt sick yet excited. Heather started
licking up and down Josh's shaft, causing him to moan in pleasure. She then took
his cock into her mouth, choking some from the sheer size. After a couple
minutes of sucking, Josh told Heather to stand up and strip, that he wanted to
see her bush. She complied, and showed off her beauty of a golden mat of hair.
He rubbed her bush with his hand, and opened her slit and used his thumb to send
her erect clit into a frenzy. Heather started heaving, her large nippled breasts
rising and falling with her. Josh then laid her on the floor and began eating my
wife in front of my eyes.

Heather was in heaven. She had an enormous smile on her face and let out many
grunts and groans. Josh worked on her nipples while he ate, something Heather
loves. The hair on my wife's tummy and arms were on end, a sure sign that she is
about to explode. She came in torrents, groaning loudly. She then pulled Josh
up, grabbed onto his cock, and drove it through her hairy mat.

Josh had little trouble sliding in, however his large cock caused Heather's cunt
to spread to a point it had never been. She bit into his shoulder, first out of
pain, then absolute pleasure. She dug her nails into his hairy chest and
muttered dirty talk into his ear, all the while he drilled my wife to the hilt.
Soon, she started to respond by grinding into him, as if she wanted more of his
shaft. This lasted for about five minutes, when Josh announced he was going to
come. She pulled him out and expertly slid down to his cock, and, to my utter
shock, swallowed his gails of cum. Never had she sucked me off and swallowed,
thus I must say I was a little pissed, although my own cock was as hard as a
flagpole.

Josh laid down on his back, and soon after Heather was licking his chest and
rubbing his muscular arms. She wasn't done! Her hairy bush was matted and wet,
and she looked randy, but she was out for more from her former classmate. Josh
responded by rubbing her clit and licking her large nipples. Within minutes he
was back at attention, thanks in large part to my wife's tongue swirling about
his cock head. Once again I witnessed my wife getting poled by this walking
cock, all the while she humped and grinded to get all she could.

Soon after I left and returned to the tent. Within twenty minutes Heather
returned to the tent alone. She was all cleaned up and look none the worse for
ware. I asked where she had been. She said she and some of her girlfriends were
in the house catching up. Just then Josh entered, walked over and chatted with
me. He hardly gave Heather a moment, just passing smiles. I told him he should
come over for dinner before he left, and both he and Heather thought that would
be nice.

Heather never said anything about that evening, and the next day she was walking
a little awkward. She told me she had a sore calf, probably hurt it dancing, she
said. I saw her get into the shower and noticed her bush, which was red and
swollen, yet she looked satisfied, was still my wife, and Josh would be heading
back to Nashville later in the week. She and Josh met for lunch in town, or so
she told me, later in the week, and I'm sure they fucked like dogs, however I
didn't tag along for this one. He didn't make it out for dinner, but I think he
liked what my wife's cooking nonetheless...