His Fuck Doll, Part 1 - Sex Stories

His Fuck Doll, Part 1

A few weeks ago I had real sex for the first time in a while. It was your basic one night stand, and it was amazing. Even though I took over managing the massage parlor, I actually don't do a lot of massages. I want the girls working for me to make the money. Now I walk around always horny but because of my kids and job I need to masturbate a lot. I needed a good hard fuck. Boy did I get one. It was a long night so I've broken it up into two parts. Three weeks ago this past Saturday, I attended a wedding. One of Krista's good friends got married and I went as Debbie's guest. It was a beautiful autumn day and the wedding was very nice. The bride looked beautiful and Krista and the rest of the bridesmaids looked very sexy in their red strapless dresses. I wore a lovely blue dress, with a little bit of cleavage. Because this was a wedding, it was one of the few times that I'd wear a bra. Deb picked me up and we went to the church. The ceremony was nice and the bride looked so beautiful walking down the aisle. It reminded me of my wedding day and made me a little sad. The reception was held at a local function hall. I was amazed at how many people were there. I guess that final count was one hundred twenty eight, not including the wedding party. The bride's guests were on one side, and the groom's on the other. There was a pastry table, live band and a huge dance floor. I sat at a table with Deb, our friend Jane and four other women, all friends of Deb. All of us were in our ...

... late thirties or early forties and divorced. Later in the night Krista jokingly called it the cougar table. We sat and watched all of the rigmarole that goes with a wedding reception. The wedding party introductions, head table toasts and the ceremonial dancing that the wedding party does. Then we had a nice dinner. It was one of the best receptions that I had been to. After dinner, the party began. The band played music from the eighties and early nineties. People were dancing and mulling around the bar. Because I didn't drive myself, I had decided that I wanted to drink, but not get drunk. Just get a light buzz on. My only concern was getting home. I knew that Deb would probably hook up with somebody. I knew other people there, so I wasn't too concerned. Debbie mingled, as she usually does. I sat and chatted with Jane and two other women. We talked about our kids and ex-husbands, all the things divorced soccer moms talk about. At one point during the conversation the subject of sex came up. One of the other women, and attractive red head named Pam, commented about all of the cute young guys that were there. I had noticed that I hadn't seen Deb in a while. I looked around for a bit and saw her on the dance floor with this younger nerdy looking guy. That was actually her type. Being dominant, she likes younger, somewhat naive men. He was tall, with brown hair and kind of cute. He seemed a little nervous on the dance floor but Deb would loosen him up. She had found her conquest ...