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I had sex at my friend’s wedding…
And no, it wasn’t with the bride
The evening was balmy, filled with unvoiced wishes and latent yearnings. Marcus, a man of 35, had always been drawn to women who were older. Something about their self-assuredness and the way they embodied their life stories captivated him beyond measure. That evening, at a friend’s wedding celebration, he continuously sought her out: Vivian, the bride’s mother, a 55-year-old woman who radiated allure.
Vivian appeared stunning in her navy dress that accentuated her mature figure. Her silver hair, styled in a chic bob, framed a visage that still displayed hints of timeless beauty. Marcus was entranced by her full lips, adorned with deep red lipstick that seemed to beckon for illicit kisses.
As the night wore on and the drinks continued to flow, Marcus mustered the courage to approach Vivian. She stood alone at the bar, her elegantly manicured fingers toying with a champagne glass. He engaged her in light conversation, but soon the atmosphere between them became thick with tension.
“So, you’re the well-known Marcus,” Vivian said playfully, her green eyes glinting with mischief. “My daughter has spoken of you. She mentioned you possess… unique skills.”
Marcus felt a thrill race through him. “Oh really? What kind of skills are you…
