The Unexpected Dance

"No fucking way… Kirill? The same one who used to stare at my tits through the doorway?" Her low voice cut through the wedding noise. Marina. In an emerald dress that hugged her ripe figure like it had been painted on. She stepped closer, and I felt the warmth of her skin, the scent of her perfume and wine.

"The same. Just not the skinny kid anymore," I answered, not taking my eyes off her deep neckline. "And you look like you just crawled out of someone else's bed."

She laughed, bright and sharp.

"Getting bold. Husband's out of town. I'm bored, Kir."

I set down my glass and extended my hand.

"Dance with me."

Her body pressed into mine immediately, like the years had never happened. Heavy tits pressed against my ribs. My palm slid from her waist down to her round ass.

"Handsy, aren't you?" she whispered in my ear. "Feeling up another man's wife right at a wedding."

"You're the one pressed against me so tight I can feel your nipples through the dress. Tell me you're not wet between your legs, and I'll move my hand."

She exhaled into my neck, her fingers digging into my shoulder.

"I'm wet, Kir… My pussy's already dripping. Hasn't been this wet in a long time. You always got me hot, even when you were younger. But now… fuck, you've become such a man."

Her words hit my cock like a shot. I spun her around, pulled her back against me, held her tighter. My hand slid down her thigh, hitching up the hem of her dress. Nobody was watching—everyone was too drunk and wrapped up in their own shit. My fingers found the edge of her panties. They were already soaked.

"Let's get out of here," she breathed. "Now. Before I start moaning right here."

We practically ran out of the tent. Behind it was a small garden lit only by string lights. Marina dragged me into the shadows of an old gazebo overgrown with ivy. The second we were inside, she spun around and crushed her mouth against mine in a hungry kiss. Her tongue was in my mouth immediately, her hands tearing at the buttons on my shirt.

"I want your cock," she growled between kisses. "I want to suck it right now… Show me what you've got."

I unzipped my pants. My hard, throbbing cock sprang out. Marina dropped to her knees right on the wooden floor of the gazebo. Her lips wrapped around the head, and she moaned as she took me deep into her throat.

"Mmm… so thick…" she hummed, licking up the shaft. "I've wanted to feel you in my throat for so long. Ever since I used to hear you jerking off at night through the wall."

She sucked greedily, drool running down her chin, dripping onto her gorgeous tits that she'd pulled out of her dress herself. I grabbed her hair and started fucking her mouth deeper. Marina gagged but didn't pull away—just moaned louder.

"Stand up," I said hoarsely. "I want to fuck you."

She rose, turned around, and braced her hands on the gazebo railing. Her dress was hiked up to her waist. I tore off her soaked panties and saw her smooth pussy glistening with juices. Her lips were swollen, her clit standing proud.

"Fuck me, Kir…" she begged, spreading her legs wider. "Shove that thick cock into my married pussy. I want to feel you stretch me open."

I slammed into her in one sharp thrust. Marina let out a loud moan, arching her back. Her walls were hot, wet, gripping me tight.

"Oh, fuck… you're so big…" she moaned, pushing back against me. "Fuck me harder… I want to walk around tomorrow and still feel you inside me."

I pounded her hard, my hips slapping against her firm ass. I reached around and started rubbing her clit. Marina trembled, her moans growing louder and more broken.

"I'm gonna cum… Kir, I'm gonna… aaah!"

Her pussy clenched around my cock in powerful spasms. She came so hard that her juices ran down her legs. I didn't stop—kept pounding her through her orgasm.

Then I pulled out abruptly, spun her around to face me, and sat her on the railing. She wrapped her legs around me. Now we were fucking face to face, staring into each other's eyes.

"Cum inside me," she whispered passionately, biting my lower lip. "Flood my pussy with your hot cum. I want to leave here with your seed inside me."

I sped up. Her tits bounced with every thrust, her nipples hard as pebbles. Finally, I felt it building.

"Now…" I breathed.

"Do it! Cum!" she nearly shouted.

I buried myself to the hilt and started pulsing hard, flooding her hot pussy with thick cum. Marina came a second time with me, digging her nails into my back and shaking through her whole body.

We froze, breathing heavy. Music and laughter drifted from the tent. She ran her fingers along my cheek and gave me a bold, satisfied smile.

"Now that's what I call an unexpected reunion, neighbor. And I think we're just getting started…"