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He turned to say something but I didn’t give him the chance, my lips were glued to him and my tongue was half way down his throat in a flash. He wasted no time in responding enthusiastically and was soon mauling my big tits. I felt a button on my blouse pop as he forced his hand inside my blouse and under my bra. His fingers found a hard nipple and began to squeeze “You really want it don’t you?” he muttered. I don’t know what would have happened but his mobile went. It was Claire telling him to hurry up. With a wry smile he let me out of the car, whispering “Maybe another time.” as he gave my boobs a last grope. I staggered into the flat and dropped my bags onto the floor, leaning back against the door my legs were like jelly. There was a roaring sound as the blood pounded in my head. I felt dizzy and sick and more turned on than I had ever been before in my life. Closing my eyes I could still feel his hands on me, taste his lips, and smell his aftershave. I don’t know how long I stood there in my rapture – seconds, minuets, hours, I don’t know – but suddenly I knew what I needed and I lurched towards the bedroom pulling my clothes off along the way. Blouse and bra were soon gone, my skirt I just pulled up so I could get my sodden knickers off as my shaking hands found my other Brian, my plastic surrogate Brian. Flopping back onto the bed I spread my legs obscenely wide and with two hands buried ‘Brian’ deep inside my dripping cunt. As a titanic orgasm broke over me I almost believed that it was the real Brian stretching me, thrusting and twisting remorselessly inside me, I could almost feel his breath on my face, feel his heart beating against mine, feel his skin getting slick with sweat as he fucked me. A second orgasm followed the first and I was on autopilot as I turned the toy to it’s highest setting, feeling the thrusting and twisting turning my pussy to jelly as I clamped my thighs tight around it and began pulling and twisting my throbbing nipples, my mind racing as I thought of all the things we would do together. At some point I must have turned off “Brian” and fallen asleep, because waking with a start a while later the sun had gone down and I was lying naked on my bed. In my half awake state I almost believed for a second that the real Brian had been there with me, that the wet patch was our fluids, not just mine. Then I felt the toy snuggled up against my thigh and I remembered what had happened. With a deep sigh I got up and went to the bathroom, used the loo and thought about having a shower. Even though it had only been his hands that had touched me I didn’t want the memory to fade too quickly so I just wrapped myself in my soft white robe and went into the kitchen where I poured myself a huge glass of wine before snuggling down onto my sofa. As I sipped my wine and reflected on the day I knew I was going to have the real Brian’s cock soon or die in the attempt. My mobile was lying on the floor along with most of the contents of my handbag, cast aside in my haste to get to the bedroom and I could see that there was a message. It was from Claire thanking me for all my help with her shopping and reminding me that there was only one week to go and that she would see me again on Wednesday for drinks along with her other close friends. And then it struck me. If there was one night when Claire would be out of the way and wouldn’t ask where Brian was it would be on Thursday, he was doing exactly the same with his friends. Quickly flicking through my contacts I found the number I was looking for. Wes was Brian’s best mate and best man and had organised the stag weekend they had spent in Amsterdam. He had told me that they would still be having a ‘bit of a party’ in the week before the wedding in Brian’s local as “It’s traditional, and anyway, any excuse!” I had met Wes quite a few times and he was very similar to Brian, in both looks and personality. If Brian was a ‘10’ then Wes was an ‘8’ going on for ‘9’ and I felt sure that he would leap at the suggestion I was going to make. He answered after a couple of rings and after the usual pleasantries I asked about Thursday night. He said that it was going to be fairly quiet, just half a dozen of them having a few beers and them maybe going for a curry. I said that I thought that Brian deserved a little more on his last night of freedom. 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