In Too Deep

5. The Wedding

Julia

The day I’ve been dreading is finally here, after Marshall had told me that Naomi was digging her heels in over marrying Dean, I tried to make myself come to terms with it quickly, I didn’t want to lose or hurt Naomi this was her choice and at the end of the day if it all went wrong I wanted to be able to pick up the pieces for her.

Marshall had been very attentive last night and this morning, squeezing my thighs together I smile at the pleasant ache I feel between my legs, I felt like we’d regressed back to our late teenage years, not that we knew each other back then but we always had a healthy sex life, even when we were apart for either Marshall’s touring or various businesses and through my being away we had an awful lot of phone sex and explicit photos flew back and forth between us, we’d slowed things down in recent years but this past week, we were fucking like rabbits once more, I was feeling blissed out and had pushed all thoughts of his infidelity to one side there’s no way we could be having sex this much and him finding time to fit someone else into that.

It just had to be my paranoid mind worrying about losing my man.

My phone alerts me to a message from my daughter asking me to come to her room, smiling I’m guessing she needs help with her dress but she’s got hours yet to get ready and all this thinking about Marshall and his magic dick had turned me on, I reckoned I had enough time to indulge myself in some self love, I text her back that I’ll be along to her soon and settle my body back on the soft bed, Marshall would be getting his dick sucked so good later, I couldn’t wait to get my lusty hands on my darling husband. 

My own would have to do for now this was one of Marshall’s favorite things to do was to watch me make myself cum, as I lay back against the pillows an image that I had stored away safely  mentally years ago came forward, Marshall’s dick in his hand, he’s hard and holding onto it tightly, I’m watching as he spits on it and uses his saliva to ease the path of his hand dragging slowly up and down the length of his solid dick, he tears his eyes away from it long enough to glance up at me and smirk, fuck that look turned me on.
I hitch my dress up over my hips and slip my hands inside my panties, I’m wet already, I knew I would be, two fingers part my slick folds and begin the circular motion around my clit before dipping briefly inside me, the soreness from this mornings antics simply add to how hot I’m feeling, a loud moan escapes me and I try to keep quiet while I finger myself to an amazing orgasm.

Marshall gives me great orgasms and I have no complaints but there’s nothing like delivering your own pleasure every so often. As I cum the image version of him inside my head cums over my breasts. Shit it’s so good!

Getting back up, straightening myself back up and washing my hands It’s time to head to Naomi’s room and help her get ready for her wedding. I wished that Marshall and I had had a baby of our but even though we’d tried, it wasn’t meant to be, nothing had happened and now I thought we were both too old now.

Arriving at her door I take a deep breath and check myself, willing me not to make any silly comments about Dean and how I thought she was throwing her life away by being with him. I open the door quietly wanting to surprise her but she’s not in the outer part of her suite and I follow discarded men’s clothing with a confused expression on my face into her bedroom, I’m too busy racking my brain as to where I’ve seen that fucking suit before, it’s really familiar, too busy to notice the man my daughter is riding hard and fast on the couch, I can see his hands but nothing else and I’m filled with dread, I'm sure that suit belongs to Marshall, I bought it for him for her wedding.

They fuck quietly but quickly and my feet won’t let me move, she hasn’t noticed me and I just need the tiniest bit of confirmation that the man Naomi is fucking is in fact my husband, her step father.
I must make a noise because she looks up and our eyes meet, I’m confused by the smirk that appears on her face briefly before she’s finally polite enough to look shocked, she pushes at the man’s chest but he doesn’t let go of her, he urges her movements over him to carry on “Marshall! Stop!” she shouts causing him to dump her body off of him and he stands up, shocked eyes boring into mine but I can’t look at him or her.