Bangin’ the Boss’s Bride - Sex Stories

Bangin’ the Boss’s Bride

... To my surprise, neither Emily nor Mary put their clothes back on. I assumed they were waiting for me to recharge for another round. “I’m getting sleepy,” Emily said. “I’m gonna crash here, if you don’t mind, Jen?” “No problem, take the guest bedroom.” Jen said. “Thanks,” Emily said, as she drunkenly stood up from her chair. “New guy. Come with me.” I stood up and followed her to the guest bedroom. I clumsily set the alarm clock on my phone. I guess we were drunker than we realized, because we both crashed into the bed, and passed out almost immediately. I don’t even remember turning off the lights. A few hours after falling asleep, someone had crawled underneath the covers, between my legs. I felt a pair, of plump juicy lips wrap around my cock and begin sucking me. I just laid back and enjoyed it. From the sucking earlier, I recognized the technique as Mary’s. I don’t remember the whole experience, because I fell asleep a few times during the blowjob. I remember, that I didn’t cum in Mary’s mouth, because when I was about to blow my load, I woke up again to Emily straddling me and riding my cock. I don’t know where Mary went, but I wasn’t particularly concerned. Emily was straddling me half-awake, with her eyes closed, gyrating her hips, milking out my cum again. I remember shooting a huge load inside Emily, and then I passed out again. The next thing that I remember was waking up to my alarm clock at 6 o’clock in the morning. I had a splitting ...

... headache. The hangover was vicious. I scrambled to find my clothes that were scattered throughout the dining room and living room. I tried to wake up Emily, but she was way too hung over to get out of bed. I left her a note with my phone number, and said that I’d like to see her again. I left Jen’s house, and walked back to my apartment. I took a shower and got ready for my boss’s wedding. I called my buddy Ken for a ride. He was hung over too, but he picked me up a couple of hours later, and we drove to the wedding. We inconspicuously downed a couple of Bloody Mary’s outside to kill our hangovers, and lamented the misery that was about to happen. This was the last place we wanted to spend a Saturday morning! We both found some seats in the chapel, and took turns napping while we waited for the ceremony to begin. After what seemed like hours, the ceremony finally began. It took me awhile to put two and two together, but I recognized the bridesmaids. “Holy shit!” I said under my breath. “What?” Ken asked me. “I know those girls.” I whispered. Jen and Mary were standing to the sides of the altar in bridesmaid’s dresses. “How?” Ken asked. Before I could reply, the bride entered the chapel. She had a shoulder-lengthcurly blond perm. She was about 5’7″. It couldn’t be! It was! Emily walked down the aisle, and I tried to duck my head. She looked right at me and grinned. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” I said to Ken. pics...http://bit.ly/1EEikRO