This last weekend, my wife and I were invited to a wedding.  It was one of her cousins who was finally marrying the girl of his dreams.  They did things a little backwards by their own admission.  They had the kids first and then decided to get married.  It was a backyard wedding and little did I know what I was walking into.  I guess my wife’s statement should have given me a hint.

I am in an interracial marriage and I thought that I had experienced all the culture shock there was to experience until I went to this wedding.  As we were living to pick up my in-laws and head to the wedding, my wife turned to me and said, “Are you ready to go to hickville?” 

“Sure, I guess.” I answered, not quite sure what she meant.

It took us about an hour and a half to drive to the location of the wedding.  And the tone was already set as I was walking up.  Country music was blaring over the speakers.  There were guys hanging out in front drinking brewskies and taking drags on cigarettes.  I thought that I had heard about these kinds of things but had never seen them from my own eyes.

Now, one thing that you have to know about me is that I do not make judgments on any culture and will give in situation a chance, which is probably why I ended up marrying my wife.  So I can adapt to any cultural experience and make the best of it.  I know that “hickville” gets judged but I tell you what, they know how to party and have a good time.

I made my rounds introducing myself to the friends of my wife’s cousin.  I could feel a little tension from some of them but for the most part things were very cool.  The wedding started and out came the groom with blue jeans, a ten gallon hat, and a big belt buckle with Jeff Gordan’s car plastered on the front of it.  His groom’s men all had similar outfits.  The bride and bridesmaids were cute and they were all  wearing soft pink dresses.

This is when I noticed the woman that my cousin was marrying.  You could tell that she has had a rough life.  They both told stories later about their past, how they met, and the new direction that they were going in with their lives.  He met her after getting his ass handed to him in a barfight.  Sounds like it is right out of Urban Cowboy.

Even though her face showed a rough life, she had a body that most women would kill for.  This woman has had four children and showed no signs of sagging.  I would say that her cup size was like a 36D.  And she had an incredible ass.  I enjoyed slow dancing with her when they did the money dance.  I thought that I felt her pressing into me but I decided to ignore it.

Later, the wedding moved further in its celebration and became a pool party.  So everyone got in their trunks, bikinis, and swimsuits and jumped in the pool.  This is when I really got a good glimpse at how fantastic Winter’s (my cousin’s new wife name) body really was.  Again, we all played games in the pool and Winter bumped up against me a few times but since she was not the only one, again I thought nothing of it.

Then it was time for me to drain the main vain.  So I got out of the pool, toweled off and walked into the bathroom.  Now it was one of those bathrooms that can be entered from two directions, either from the hallway or from a bedroom.  I had no idea about this and thought that the other door was just a broom closet .  So I whipped it out and started doing my thing.  Right then that bedroom door opened and it was Winter sticking her head in the bathroom.

“Oops, I am so sorry.  I did not know anyone was in here.”  Which, I later found out was a lie.

Then she immediately closed the door.   I was in no position to lock the door and I thought that the deed was done.  Well, while I was washing m hands, that same bedroom door opened again and Winter came in the bathroom with me.

“I am sorry, I just can’t hold it any longer.” She said.

“No worries.” I responded.

Unfortunately, the only towels to dry my hands with were hanging above the toilet, just over Winter’s head.

“Do you mind if I dry my hands? I have to reach over you.”  I said.

“Like you said, John, no worries.”

So I walked over in front of her and started drying my hands.  As I am drying my hands, I feel a hand start to rub my cock.  I look down and Winter is fully giving me a dry handjob through my trunks.

“I have been wanting to do this all day.” She says.

“I have a confession to make John.  I opened the door on purpose.  I was hoping to get a glimpse of your black cock.  I have always had a fantasy about ‘em and I think that they are beautiful.  I have even had Richard fuck me and pretend that he was a black man.  Now, I have your gorgeous cock right here.”

She unties the string holding my trunks up and pulls them down to the floor.  She takes the head of my cock and starts to play with it with her tongue.

“I can feel it getting hard in my mouth.  I love your cock.  We don’t have time to play around.  I have to go cut the cake.  I want you to fuck me right here, right now.”

She stands up and bends over the toilet.  This is when I realize that it all had been a ploy because she had not peed at all.  I work my dick into her pussy and start to pump it in and out.

“I told you that I don’t have time to play.  Fuck me.”

With that, she starts to rock back on my cock real hard. 

“I want to feel you cum in my cunt.  I am on the pill so you can feel me with your black seed. “

Needing no more motivation, I grab her sides and start ramming my cock into her.

“That’s it John, give it to me.”

We mutually thrust together picking up the pace faster and faster with each stroke.  We both struggle to be quiet because we don’t want to get caught.  Then we hear the words, “Has any one seen Winter?  It is time to cut the cake.”

The thought of fucking forbidden fruit is all I need to drive me over the edge.

“I am cumming.  I whisper in her ear.”

“That’s it cum in me.  Give me all of it .  I want to feel your load in me.” 

“Here it cums Winter.”

I unload in her.  I fill her with so much cum that it is dripping out of her cunt with my cock still in her.

“Oh John, that was better than my dream.  I better get outside.”

And with that, she was gone in a flash.

The rest of the party was great.  But I will never forget the chance I had to plow Winter.