Erotic classical concert 2: The wedding night

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Erotic classical concert 2: The wedding night.The story so far: Julie and I formed a flute and cello duo to perform at functions. We sometimes perform in the nude for private erotic events for more money.In our second year at university, we were asked to go out to Vienna to play for a wedding because the couple had heard us in London before, liked our music and the period costume the we wore during our performances.Vienna! the musical capital in the world! They wanted us? Expensive foreign trip, all expenses paid plus our fee. There could only be one response.We travelled overnight there by train and was greeted at the station by the bridesmaid Deborah. She had the face of a Hollywood A list actress and the body of a supermodel. She showed us to her open top Porsche 911. We put our bags in the boot, but Julie’s cello had to sit at the very cramped back. Julie would not let go of her beloved cello so she sat at the back cuddling it all the way there.It was early Summer. Deborah was in her early 20’s. She wore a thin cotton beige colour Summer dress. It was shoulderless and was held up by two straps. She did not wear a bra and her pink nipples showed through without needing to try. She drove fast on the motorway. Wind blew onto her chest, pressing her thin dress against her shapely breasts. I had no difficulty seeing the outing of her nipples. When the car turned, the wind would lift the fabric off her breasts, giving me tantalising glimpses of her proud pink nipples.I had a ten out of ten erection all the way to the venue 2 hours away.The venue was a mediaeval castle converted into a hotel. Very lavish setting as you can imagine. By the time we arrived, the church service had already finished so we had little time to get changed and set up our music stands in the corner of the grand dinning hall where the wedding banquet took place. We were shown to a small dark room where we could change into our period costume. Julie got undressed before I even went in. My favourite sexy red lingerie! Maybe she was expecting action that night. My erection came straight back. I had to undress and she saw my ten out of ten erection through my boxer shorts. Actually, it was so hard that the tip was sticking out at the bottom. “He had been busy all morning, hadn’t he?” Said Julie with a cheeky smile while still in her red bra and knickers. She knew that I had been enjoying the Austrian scenery in the car! We played some of our favourite pieces, plus some that the bride and groom had requested. The audience was very appreciative. We were in Austria!When the reception had finished, the best man said to us that they would like us to stay and perform again at around 2am the next morning. He would change our train tickets for us and book a room for us to rest in the very grand hotel. He agreed to pay us a lot more money of course. Playing at 2am was very strange. I wondered what he had in mind. He also gave us a list of music that the groom would like us to play. We asked reception to help us print out the scores from the internet. Some of them we knew, such as the second movement of Mozart’s flute and harp concerto. How romantic. We had to spend some time transcribing the harp part for Julie to play on the cello. Some we had not played before, so we spent about an hour rehearsing.After that, Julie and I still had a few hours to kill before 2am. Well, what shall we do in a five star hotel room? Sex anyone? After we were happy that we have finished rehearsing, we looked at each other, did not say a word and got undressed simultaneously. Julie was right, her red bra and knickers set did see action. They did not stay on for long though. I ran the Jacuzzi, turned it on full, poured all the bubble bath in it and the canlı bahis two of us jumped in starkers. Needless to say, the sight of Julie’s firm breasts and full bush of pubic hair always give me an erection without fail. We had not performed in the nude for the erotic concert service that we offer for a couple of months and she had not trimmed her pussy all that time. That’s the way I like it. All natural. My bush was the same. We sat there looking at each other, her nipples were just at the bubble line, sometimes visible, sometimes not. I am sure that she deliberately sat that way. I was up to all sorts of naughtiness under the bubbles and so was she. Like a kind of hide and seek game. Well, not many places to hind our pleasure area really. My hands were on hers, and hers were on mine. We tried a new position, the front to front rowing. I sat in front of her legs slightly apart to allow her to wrap her delicious thighs around my waist. I have a fetish for the inner part of her thighs especially when the inner muscles contract gently, showing off its sexy contour. This allowed me to put my entire cock inside her bush. We then pretended that we were rowing a boat to rock backwards and forwards. In doing so, the head of my cock would move backwards and forwards a small but delicious amount inside her pussy. Delicious!After a while, Julie decided that there was not enough action, so she turned round and got into one of her favourite position. Riding me with he back facing me. The only difference was this time was that with all the bubbles, she could not see my penis and had to do it all by feel when she sat down. I teased her by moving sideways to avoid her pussy opening so that she could not ride me there and then. After a while, she had enough and grabbed my cock with one hand. She was very rough but I liked it. There was no where to hide now. Her pussy descended onto my cock, fitting round it like a glove. Well, my cock had been in her pussy quite a few times by that time so we both knew that it would be a good fit.She screamed when she climaxed, but I was not done. Not to be left behind, I moved my pelvis up and down in the opposite direction to her pelvic movement to intensify the brushing of the tip of my hot dick inside her soaking wet pussy, made wetter by the bubble bath. “I want to see you come.” Julie said. So she turned round and finish the job by hand. I ejaculated like the fountain outside the castle onto the bubbles. After we had made love, we fell asleep naked on the very scrumptious bed in each other’s arms. A knock on the door woke me up from a very deep sleep. I opened the door and then realised that I was starkers. The very attractive bridesmaid Deborah whose nipples I already knew quite well was there. I also realised that I had an erection. Must have been a very nice dream that I was having. She smiled and talked to me in a sexy German accent while looking at my dick all the time. Still dazed from being woken up suddenly, I made no attempt to cover my erection. It must have slipped my mind to do so. A Freudian slip! (Ha Ha, we are in Austria and Freud was Austrian).”It is time to play your pieces.” She said to my penis. I invited her in. Julie was lying starkers in bed, legs wide open. My penis hardened even more. The bridesmaid was even more interested at Julie’s body than mine. Was she bisexual? What had Julie got that I had not? Well, fruity pair of breasts for starters, but I had a rather handsome cock. At the end, the look on her face told us that she was spoiled for choice and enjoyed both our bodies equally.She helped Julie to get dress while I put my clothes on. I wished that she had helped me instead. She took us to the bridal suite where the bride and groom bahis siteleri were going to spend their wedding night. The groom wanted us to play the music that he specified when he and his wife entered the room. It all started to make sense – music at 2am for a romantic reason. On the way there, the bridesmaid whisper to me quietly that she enjoyed looking at my erection in the car as much as she had enjoyed showing me her nipples. She also asked me whether her nipples were pointed enough for me. I was lost for words. “I also fancy a bit of your girlfriend’s pussy. Perhaps the three of us can get together for a threesome sometime.” She continued to whisper to me in her erotic German accent. She was bisexual! I was right. I was even more lost for words. Luckily, we had arrived at the bridal suite by then.Julie and I set up our music stands facing the huge four poster bed as directed by the bridesmaid. She then left us alone in the room. A short while later, the door opened. The groom was carrying the bride still in her gorgeous wedding gown. He was not surprised to see us, as he had arranged it. She was pleasantly surprised, I think. We started playing as soon as the four of us made eye contact. He put her down gently in the bed. They kissed. He took his jacket off and started to fondle her breasts through her wedding gown. His hands were everywhere. After along time, Julie realised that he was trying to take it off but could not find the fastener. She stopped playing and helped him. The bride was reluctant to be undressed in front of us but once Julie had got him started, he moved with such a speed that his bride did not have a chance to resist.Julie joined me again in the music. We felt privileged that we were witnessing their first intimate moments as man and wife.The dress was off. She stood up to get out of it completely. She did not have a bra on. Nipples standing proud, she faced her new husband and took his hand, the one with the wedding band, to direct it towards her right breast. Lower down, she was wearing white Lacey suspenders that were connected to white stockings covering her slender legs. She did not have knickers on. The white suspenders and stockings, together with her snow white skin, framed her trimmed brunette bush of pubic hair perfectly. Luckily, I did not play any wrong notes.We we playing the Mozart, a piece that I know from memory. I could play and witness this union without having to look away at the music. There couldn’t have been a better choice of music for this occasion. Next time I make love to Julie, we must have it playing in the background, I said to myself.The bride undressed the groom, knelt down and started to suck his penis. I could tell that they had done it many times before. Every suck with her lips, every stroke of his penis or balls was choreographed. He in response, held her head and moved in in the most harmonious way with her sucking of his cock.It was her turn. She laid on the bed, legs opened to review her pink pussy lips under the brunette bush which was shaved to a landing strip. Again with precision choreography, he licked her pussy like a c*t licking it’s paws. I knew there and then that this marriage would last.Time for the finale. She got on all fours for him to take her from behind. Julie’s and my favourite position. The penetration lasted for the whole of Chopin’s Nocturia in C sharp minor. A good start to their married life together.We stopped playing and let them enjoying the rest of the evening together. Before we left, the bride asked Julie whether she would take care of the wedding gown by hanging it up in our room and leave it at reception tomorrow for the dressmaker to collect first thing in the morning, as she would definitely bahis şirketleri not be up early enough. We returned to our room. I laid in bed while Julie went into the walk in wardrobe to hang the wedding gown. At least that was what I thought she was doing. When she came out, I could not believe my eyes. She was wearing the bridal gown. Of course she was far more elegant, beautiful, erotic and sexually attractive than the previous owner. At that moment, I wanted her so much to be my bride. The real bride was slim, but Julie was even slimmer. The dress fitted on Julie loosely, revealing more of her cleavage. I could see her nipples when she bent down. Alabaster skin, white silk surrounding her pink nipples, as if they were being served up on a plate of cream for me to consume. This made me wanted to peel the dress off even more to reveal her sexy bridal figure.”No.” She said. “I have a different type of treat for you. With that, she stood back and lifted the front of the gown up. I could see her shapely long legs and pussy in a sea of luxurious silk. No suspenders, no g string or thong, no stockings or garret. Just soft silk, her velvety legs and her exotic warm moist and welcoming forest in the middle, waiting for me to explore. I picked her up, threw her onto the bed, made sure that her nipples were hanging out of the dress and of course, the bottom half peeled up for me to explore. “I am your bride, fuck your bride, fuck her hard.” Said Julie. That was the first and only time I heard a bride swore. I of course obliged, but first of all, I studied the dress, make sure that every gap that gave access to her sweet skin was taken advantage of, especially those that lead to her nipples and breasts.Then I noticed that the gown had the smell of the bride’s perfume. Julie does not normally wear perfume. Making love to her whose body I knew well but now with the smell of a different woman drove me wild. It was like eating a dish I always ordered at the local restaurant but the new chief had added different flavours to it. It was exotic and mysterious. What else was I going to find that is different? I almost felt that somehow, I was cheating on Julie by making love to Julie, the new Julie. This made me wanted her more. I could not hold back.No point in wasting time. I went for my favourite position. I turned her over, lifted up the gown to expose her firm peach shaped behind and fucked her pussy backwards. Although we had done it dozens of times this way, somehow that time was different. The setting was different, my erection was different, I was getting pleasure feeling on different part of my penis, her smell was different and she looked different. It was basically like having a one not stand with a stranger. A very desirable “stranger”. A stranger I already know, a stranger I had been intimate with, a stranger I loved more than life and a stranger I wanted to spend the rest of my life getting to know.Spilling the beans.[Dear Readers, up till now, the Erotic classical concert series had been true stories. If you want to continue the fantasy, do not read the following paragraph. xxx Julie and Marco.]This story, unlike the “Erotic classical concert turned into live sex show” story, is semi-fictional. You may have guessed it already. Medieval castle, open top fast car, an even faster women driving it who is bisexual, watching the bride and groom have sex at the wedding night. These things do not happen in real life. Other events in this story did happen. We did go go Vienna, we did have sex in a five star hotel room. The pictures of the rather tasty bride are not of the real bride (obviously) and are not of Julie either. Apologies to all those Julie fans out there. Marco did not try on the wedding gown. There are no photos of him wearing a wedding gown. Apologies to all the Marco fans out there!If you want to see our naked bodies, you will have to go to our galleries.See you next time when the story continues.

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