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Best Man

By: sam1230



My best friend, Mike, surprised me by asking me to be the Best Man at his wedding. I had pretty much lost touch with Mike after I got married and hadn't seen him since he stood up to my wedding to Julie, two years ago. I was honored that he asked me to be his Best Man, and Julie and I were both excited to meet his new bride as we made our way North to the small town in Wisconsin where Mike's fiancée was raised. Julie and I arrived at the lodge where the rehearsal dinner was to be held late on a Friday afternoon. Being seven months pregnant, she was tired after the four-hour drive and looked forward to a nice rest in our room before dinner. I checked us into the lodge and took the key card from the desk clerk. 

Riding up to our floor in the elevator I watch my lovely wife in the mirrored walls of the elevator. She sleepily sighs and leans back against me. I drop our bags to the floor of the elevator and slowly run my hands up her distended sides, as she reaches behind her and dreamily caresses my face. My gently exploring hands find her soft breasts and run lightly over their fullness. She twitches and lets out a little moan at my touch to her sensitive nipples. She gracefully and slowly turns around in my arms and reaches up on her tiptoes to bring her mouth to mine. She thrusts her tongue between my open lips. My stiffening cock strains against my jeans and lightly presses against her large belly. She slides her hand down my chest and rubs my throbbing member, feeling it grow through the material, when suddenly the elevator bell rings and the car bounces to a stop. She draws herself away from my mouth and turns to face the doors as they open. An elderly couple waits for us to collect our bags and exit the elevator. They both smile pleasantly as we pass.

As I fumble with the key card, Julie presses up against me. I can feel her erect nipples against my back and her large stomach against my ass. She reaches around and strokes my cock through my jeans. "Hurry, Sam," she whimpers, "before I make you fuck me right here in the hallway". Finally the light on the lock switches from red to green and we race into the large room. Late afternoon sun streams through the translucent curtains onto our king size bed. I drop our stuff, turn to face her, and embrace my beautiful bride, glowing with child in the lowering sun. We peer deeply into each other's eyes. Julie gazes at me lustfully as her full lips curl into a mischievous smirk.

Our eyes continued to bore into each other as we slowly undress one another. I unbutton and peel off her blouse as she returns the favor to remove my shirt. I reach behind her and unsnap her bra, allowing her milk heavy breasts the freedom they long for. I lean toward her and dart my face to that sensitive spot beneath her ear. She gasps, "Oh, Sam!" as I nibble down her neck to her collarbone, then on to her luscious tits. I sink into a seated position on the edge of the bed to reach the perfect height to suck and lick her nipples while my hands continually rove up and down her sides and around her back. I alternate between sucking her nipples and licking the rounded undersides of them while softly blowing and gently biting her pencil eraser nipples. I nuzzle into the place on the underside of her large breasts where they meet her torso. I lick the salty sweat that has collected there from her beautiful tits being confined all day. She leans backward and moans in ecstasy, trusting that I will hold her upright. As I lick and suck on her tits, my roving hands unzip and push down her skirt, leaving only her silk panties between her horny, steaming pussy and me.

I can taste the milk my baby will be nourished by and smell the musky aroma of her throbbing pussy as her panties soak up her freely flowing juices. The knuckles of one hand lightly trace her slit through the damp fabric. I press a little harder as my slow strokes move from the back of her fragrant slit near her ass. She shivers and involuntarily squats a little to allow me easier access. I draw my knuckles along her crevice toward her clit, causing her to slowly sway her hips and grind her clit against my fingers. My other hand reaches around behind her and dips below the waistband of her damp panties to squeeze a large handful of her soft ass. This hand kneads her soft flesh and explores her sweet ass. My middle finger finds its way to her rosebud and lightly presses against her opening, causing her to spasm and take in a sharp breath.

Her pussy is so wet and she enters a dreamlike state. She slowly pulls her hands from my hair where they have been entangled, runs them over my shoulders to her own sides, and slides her soaked panties down her legs. The scent of hot pussy becomes stronger. My hand cups her swollen mound. She gyrates her hips to increase the friction as she leans all the way back and moans the sounds of a woman in heat. Her long hair lightly brushes the hand on her ass as my finger continues to probe at her ass hole.

Again she gasps as the tips of two of my fingers enter her steaming box and my thumb finds her swollen clit. Unconsciously she moves her body up and down as I start finger fucking her beautiful shaved pussy. Behind her I just barely enter her ass up to my first knuckle and gently pull her toward me. With her hands in my hair again, she lowers my head toward the bed as I release one of her red ripe nipples with a slurping pop. She knows what I want next. While my fingers are slowly moving in and out of her wet snatch, she climbs up on to the bed and crawls toward me on her knees. "Get that hot dripping pussy over here" I declare in a husky voice. "I'm thirsty." I slowly extract my fingers from her pussy and ass hole as she moves up my body, rubbing her hot cunt against my chest as she approaches, leaving a shiny trail of pussy juice on my upper torso. My hands firmly grasp her ass cheeks and in one strong pull, I yank her dripping twat to my face.

She is sitting fully on my face now, swinging her hips side to side as I lap her juices up and down the length of her slit. I pause at her clit to suck hard on it then release it. I nibble gently on the engorged bean while Julie moans with pleasure, jerking now and then as bolts of electricity shoot through her. "Oh my God, Sam! That feels soooo goood." She reaches back and begins fumbling with my belt. "Oh, poor baby! Nice big cock wants to get out and get some attention from mama, huh?" I nod furiously beneath her wet cunt, causing more shivers to race up her spine. She has a difficult time reaching behind her so she begins a slow rotation while still on my face. Soon, she is turned around so she can free my cock and work on it more easily. In my own dream world, I continue to lick and slurp her freely flowing juices, enjoying the shudders her body makes and the shrieks she emits when I bite and suck her swollen clit. 

Clawing at my crotch like an animal, she unbuckles my belt, unsnaps and unzips my jeans, and forces them down to my knees with all the force she can muster. My hard cock springs free at last and I dart my tongue into her pussy with renewed fervor as she raps her lips around the large purple head of my engorged cock. Both hands pump the shaft as her tongue encircles the head and she pops it in and out of her mouth. My pants are still constraining my legs so I wiggle them down by kicking them off which causes new types of friction between our mouths and our sex. Finally free, feeling only warm skin, hot love juices, and soft bed beneath us, I raise my knees and roll to the side. My head rests on one of her luscious thighs while her other thigh rests upon my head, locking my face against her glorious pussy. I drink greedily as I feel her shudder and hear her scream around a mouth full of cock, "Oooooh! Ohhhhh Sam baby, Yes! YES!!" Her steaming pussy juice floods my face as she cums in ecstasy, and I inhale every drop of her sweet sex juice.

When her quivering subsides, she rolls us back so that and she is straddling my face and I am lying on my back. She begins slurping my engorged cock deeper into her mouth. At the end of each long stroke, she tortures me by sucking a little extra harder and making my swollen purple head pop out of her mouth, before quickly diving onto it again. Involuntarily, I begin to buck my hips to meet her downward thrusts and soon she is deep-throating my fully hard seven inches.

She is on her hands and knees bobbing her head up and down on my bone furiously. I look between her thighs, past her fragrant, dripping, swollen, cleanly shaven pussy, past her full belly hanging down. Just beyond her pregnant stomach, I watch her luscious tits sway and I reach out to roll the hard nipples in my fingers. Then I watch her artfully sucking my cock, stoking my balls with one hand and fingering my ass hole with the other. My hips jerk automatically and I feel that familiar, heavenly swelling between my balls and ass hole. She feels the head of my cock growing and shouts, "Yeah baby, cum in my mouth! I want to drink your sweet hot cum!" I spasm and jerk uncontrollably and shout, "Alright, you hot little slut, here it comes!" My cum explodes into her mouth and dribbles down my shaft as it oozes out the corners of her mouth. She licks my shaft and balls clean and milks my cock of every last drop of cum, murmuring, "Oh yeah, baby. Mama loves the taste of your hot cum. She's gonna lick up every bit. Ooooh, did some drip down between your ass cheeks, huh?" Then she rolls me onto my side and wriggles past my cock, pulling her pussy away from my face. She licks everywhere from the base of my balls to my own rosebud. She spreads my ass cheeks and tongues my ass hole making me shudder as I still coming down from the load I just blew. Her tongue circles my rosebud as she coos, "Does daddy like this? Is this gonna make daddy's big cock hard again so he can fuck mama like she needs to be fucked?"


She moves her lolling tongue back to my cock, taking the half-hard member in her mouth. She is coating it with her saliva as she looks up at me, smiling devilishly. She kisses it and licks all around and giggles with delight as it grows with each pulse to its former size. "Oh yeah," she whispers, "that's what mama needs. Oooh," she kisses the head, "it's getting soooo big." She licks all around the head, "Mmmm, soooo good." She lowers her mouth over it, taking it halfway into her mouth. "Are you almost ready to fill mama's hot box, lover?" I reach for her cunt as she works her mouth up and down and my hardening cock. My finger slides into her easily because he is so wet. "Ooooh," she moans, "my pussy is so wet for you Sam."

She begins to crawl toward me scraping her erect nipples and dragging her enlarged belly over my feverish skin. Her eyes are locked on mine as she slowly draws nearer, resembling a female leopard, stomach swollen from gorging herself on a recent kill, stalking new prey - me! "I want you so bad, you big stud." She pronounces. I reply, "Get up here, you hot little slut. I'm gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop!" Then she is upon me, driving her mouth onto mine, plunging her tongue into my mouth. She reaches between her legs and firmly grasps my throbbing cock in her small hand. She wiggles the head against her slit and circles her clit with it. "Oh baby, this is going to feel soooo good." Then she plunges herself onto my shaft, impaling herself upon my manhood. The walls of her pussy contract sucking against my attempt to draw it out so that I can drive it back in again. I hold her by the hips as she rests her hands on my chest. She pinches my nipples in her fingers and bends down to suck and bite them, causing her pussy to grind against my pubic bone until the head of my cock rests against her clitoris. Then she throws her head back and sits upright burying my cock deep in her hot hole. I lurch forward and nip her hard nipples before she shrieks with delight, and just a little pain, and pulls them away.

Now she is pumping furiously up and down over my engorged member. We are both sweating and grunting like frenzied animals. Her eyes roll up into her head and she begins to moan in guttural ecstasy. "Oh Sam, your cock is so hard. It feels so good. Here I cummmmm!" She shivers and shakes and flings her long hair all about her as she pistons up and down. "Yes! YES! Ohhhh YES!" she screams. I feel her steaming hot pussy juice squirt over my cock and dribble over my balls and into my crack. It's so hot it burns.

She flops forward and nuzzles her face against my chest, lightly nipping my nipples some more. "Oh baby you are gooood," she says into my chest between gasps. I'm afraid to see her laying on her delicate stomach so I make my move to finish her off. I slap her ass causing her to emit a loud, "Eeee!" then push her off of me. I slide out from under her and swing up to my knees behind her. "Come here you little slut!" I command as I grab her at each hip. "I'm not done with you yet!" I grab my stiff cock and wriggle it against her pussy from behind. She arches her ass up into the air in willing compliance. "Yes," she cries, "I like it from behind!" I enter her pussy slowly, making sure she is still nice and wet. She is. She whips her hair around and looks back at me over her shoulder with that vixen grin. "Yes, Sam," she whispers, "Fuck me with that big hard cock."

I drive it in to the hilt and we both gasp in delight. Then begins the slow building to our final simultaneous orgasm of the afternoon. I start with long slow strokes while she rocks back and forth to meet me. "You like that?" I ask. "Ooooh yes!" she moans. I reach around and finger her clit with one hand and a tit with the other. She responds by grunting and pushing back at my thrusts harder. Then I lean back up and rub her rosebud with her own cunt juice before sliding a finger into her ass. She gasps and lets out little kitten sounds. The friction is just right and I begin to feel her pussy contract harder around my growing cock. I return both hands to her hips and begin fucking her harder and faster making my balls slap against her mound with each thrust. "Oh yes, you rock hard stud," she cries. "You're gonna make me cum all over again. You feel so good inside me, Sam!" We start talking dirtier to each other and this brings us both closer to our shared climax.

"Pound me with that huge cock! That's it! Harder! Yeeessss!"

"You (grunt) like (grunt) it (grunt) like (grunt) this?"

"Ohhhh, Sammy baby, your big hard cock is gonna make me cum all over you!"

"Yeah, baby, and your hot little pussy is gonna make me cum deep inside you."

"Do it baby!"

"Here I cum, lover"

And I pull her hips and ass tight against me as I blow my load deep into her love canal, the same place I deposited a load seven months ago causing our baby to be conceived.

Chapter 2

My sexy and totally satiated wife lay on the king size bed of our hotel room. I watch her heavy breasts and belly rise and fall with each deep breath of sleep. I open the drapes to reveal a vista of rolling hills and a glorious sunset. The last rays of daylight fall on her beautiful heart shaped ass and highlight a shimmering drop of cum as it dribbles from her pink and swollen pussy lips. The golden light makes her glow even more attractively as she sleeps soundly with our unborn child safe in her womb.

I pull back the covers and nudge her sweet naked body under them. She half opens her eyes and smiles at me as she wriggles under the warm, soft covers. 

"Is it almost time for the rehearsal dinner, honey?" she murmurs. 

"Yes, sweetheart. Are you up for it?" I reply.

"I don't think so. You wore me out with that unbelievable fucking you just gave me. Do you think Mike and his fiancée would be terribly upset if I stay here and sleep instead."

"I think it would be okay, sweetheart. Since you're not actually in the wedding, I'm sure they can wait to see you until tomorrow. But what are you going to eat for dinner? Remember, you're eating for two now."

"Oh, I'll just order room service when I wake up. You go ahead and have fun."

She opens her arms wide and I cuddle in next to her. I lightly trace her breasts and belly with one finger as she lovingly draws the back of her hands back and forth across my flaccid cock.

"Oh Sam," she whispers, "We'd better stop before you get hard again and we start fucking all over again."

I nod in agreement and kiss her softly. We gently suck on each other's tongues for a little while before she gently pushes me away and says, "You'd better go now." I reluctantly climb out of bed and tuck the covers around Julie's naked body.

I quickly shower and dress, with just enough time left to make it to the bar downstairs where the wedding party is to meet for the rehearsal dinner. Almost everyone is there when I arrive, and a jovial evening begins.

My boyhood best pal, Mike, was in the highest of spirits because the following day he would be wed to the voluptuous Nancy. This woman positively reeked of feminine sensuality and knew how to manipulate men. Mike, I thought, was going to be a very happy man. I finally tore my attention from Nancy's penetrating, sexually charged gaze to meet and greet Mike's parents and brothers, whom I hadn't seen in years. Mike's brothers, Jim and Mark, and I made up the male contingent of the wedding party, but I wondered where the bridesmaids were. My gaze returned to Nancy as we all sipped our drinks. She was deep in conversation with her husband to be, when she lifted her head, smiled and waved over Mike's shoulder. I followed her gaze across the room to see three gorgeous women saunter into the bar. Jim and Mark exchanged glances with each other, then with me. Our eyes spoke volumes as if to say, "It's going to be fun standing up in this wedding! Whichever one of these beauties I get paired up with will be fine with me!"

Introductions were made and I learned that Bonnie was Nancy's Maid of Honor. She was a short redhead with a perfect body and angelic face accented by bright green eyes. We shook hands and I breathed in her heavenly scent. I stared dumbly at her for longer than was comfortable. She lowered her eyes demurely revealing long curling lashes. I finally composed myself and asked, "What's your pleasure?" She smiled and blushed and looked down again. I realized what she must have thought and rephrased my question, "I mean, can I get you something to drink?" I obtained her vodka tonic and had my scotch refilled, then ushered her over to the dinner table where we proceeded to learn our duties for the next day's ceremony.

As we listened raptly to Nancy's mother explain all the details, I found myself continually stealing glances at Bonnie. She looked like an angel, and yet I sensed that beneath her innocent exterior, a vixen lurked. I thought of my wife Julie sleeping soundly four floors above and concluded that she would approve if I spent the evening paying gentlemanly attentiveness to this attractive Irish wildflower. I turned back to Bonnie from my musings and caught her watching me. 

"What are you thinking?" she asked. "You seem to be deep in thought."

"Oh, I was just thinking how much I'm looking forward to this evening and getting to know you better."

She smiled and seemed to blush again, although it was hard to tell in the low light. She patted my hand where it rested on my thigh beneath the table, returned her gaze to me and said softly, "Me, too, Sam."

We ate heartily and drank freely for the next two hours. Conversation consisted mostly of childhood reminiscences and a lot of embarrassing stories from our youth. Mike's dad got quite talkative and felt obliged to share some of Mike's most embarrassing moments, many of which included me. Thankfully, Mike's mom decided that the time had come to put her husband to bed before he caused the wedding to be cancelled altogether. Nancy's parents took the same cue and the older folks left together leaving the wedding party alone to party. We had another round of drinks and got to know our respective partners a little better as the band took the stage and started getting ready to perform. With several scotches under my belt, I found myself getting lost in Bonnie's green eyes, but I couldn't help myself.


Best Man



This story is a rewrite of events that occurred in 1979, before AIDS and shaved pussies, but after birth control pills and the free love generation. It's relatively long in the build up, but that build-up period was a big part of the most exciting time in my sexual life. I hope I convey some of that excitement to you.

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After our honeymoon, Charna and I began our married life by centering it on each other but balancing it on one end with everyday routine and on the other with a zest for the unusual. Like most jobs, mine supplies more than enough everyday routine. Unlike most jobs, mine is the springboard for my quest for the odd. My best friends are fellow employees, and I was the first of the seven in our core group to get married.

At work we focus on our jobs, but our real interests are our hobbies. We spend our free time learning, discussing, and developing skills in widely diverse activities. We don't always pursue the same hobbies, but the way we pursue them is similar—learn and practice a new activity until we reach a moderate competence and understanding, then move on to a new activity. We help each other as a matter of course, but we don't ask for help until we are stumped at something. We have all dabbled in robotics, rocketry, photography, computer hacking, many forms of electronics, programming, machining, welding, carpentry, and automobiles. Some of us have become pilots, horticulturists, ham radio operators, amateur astronomers, archaeologists, geologists, magicians, fishermen, skiers, scuba divers, rock climbers, black belts, marksmen, and even ballroom dancers. We don't watch TV, attend sporting events, gamble, or waste a lot of time on politics, philosophy, sociology, or any of the rest of that crap.

Although each member of our group spent most weeknights in shops, libraries, labs, gyms, or activity specific locations, we agreed that Friday and Saturday night were for unproductive play. Somebody in our group would have a party every other weekend and we sort of rotated, on an unofficial basis, who held the next party. Fifteen to twenty five people were normal, and food, drink, games, and dancing were at every party. Dick and I had a lot of them at our place and we went to most of the ones the other guys had. We were occasionally invited to larger parties, especially work related ones, and when we went we hung together while there. 

We talk about and try to live the 'incorrigible nonconformity' Einstein esteemed so highly. Odd, rare, unusual, eccentric, weird, and strange are just a few of the nicer adjectives others use to describe us. We value those adjectives, even the demeaning ones, and we use them on each other when we are giving praise. We encourage each other to pursue offbeat interests, regardless of whether that area interests us or not. 

Dick is our unofficial but widely recognized leader—he's not only the smartest, he's the boldest and the most gregarious. He learns so quickly and he can get things done so easily. He can charm the pants off any woman, and has therefore been able to get around rules, regulations, and red tape the rest of us find impassable. He is also my best friend and he was my roommate when I met Charna. Naturally, he was the best man at our wedding. 

I met Dick during the first week of my freshman year of college. I was a 23-year-old recently discharged Marine Corps sergeant and he was a smart 18-year-old when we met in our physics class at the University of Colorado. From the beginning we liked each other, and we roomed together the last three years of college. I majored in structural engineering and he was an electrical engineering genius. I did well in my classes, always at or near the top, but there was no doubt who was smarter—he was. 

We both chased college girls with a high success rate, and we would occasionally date girls that the other used to date. When I dated the ones he used to date, he was often their topic of choice. I caught more than my share, but there was no doubt who was the girls' choice—he was.

When we started getting job offers, we talked about each of them and it was only a minor consideration that we both accepted offers from the same company. When I met Charna we had been roommates for three years in our 25th floor two-bedroom 'bachelor pad' apartment in Brooks Towers. Add the three years we'd been roommates in college and we'd been rooming together so long that we were as close as brothers. The downtown apartment building we lived in was directly across from the University of Colorado at Denver, and the supply of beautiful young girls was a major consideration in picking the apartment. 

In the six years we had lived in the same places, I got to know a lot about Dick and there was nobody on earth I respected more. He and Charna became good friends during the time we dated. Charna always greeted me by throwing her arms around my neck and giving me a juicy French kiss. It started as a sort of joke, but when Dick teased that he felt left out, she started doing the same thing with him. Every time she said hello or goodbye to either of us, it was with a full-body press and a tongue-fencing kiss. 

It was the norm for at least one in our group to go to parties alone—not because we didn't all date a lot, it was just that sometimes one, two, or three of us would be between girlfriends. There were always more guys than girls, and it was an unwritten rule that those of us who had dates would share, so those of us who showed up alone could still dance, talk, and flirt with girls. Charna always went with me, so she got to know the guys in a party atmosphere quite well. Dick usually had a date, but even when he did, he asked Charna to dance frequently. 

When Charna slow-danced with me, she put both her arms around my neck and held her body tight against me. That style of slow dancing was the only one she knew, and she danced the same way with everybody. She had been molded against every guy in our group many times before we got married, but more against Dick than any of the rest of them. I know it always made me hard when she danced that way with me, so I expected he got hard every time she danced with him. Just the idea of her pressed tight against his hard on got me hard, so I enjoyed watching them dance. 

Charna is a 5'4", 105 pound, 34C-22-34, blonde, green-eyed, 18 year old. Her face and body are model beautiful, and her temperament is always upbeat. What fuels Charna's life is sex—she loves to tease, she loves to please, but most of all she loves to come. Her best orgasms occur when she is being fucked. She is a sexaholic. I hit on her during her just-turned-legal first visit to an adult bookstore, took her into a video booth and fucked her before I knew her last name. The sex was so good, I called her and the rest, as they say, is history. What started as an affair based on great sex ended with love and marriage—and great sex.

Dick is a real horndog, and he always dated hot girls all through college. He had even more time for them as a young bachelor making great money, and he found plenty of beautiful women. One of the activities he learned, and learned well past the competency level, was photography. He even installed a dark room in his walk-in closet—did his own plumbing, lights, tanks, the whole works. Almost every girl he dated stripped in front of his lens, and I saw naked photos of many different beautiful girls. He told them while he was photographing them that he was going to give some of their nude pictures to his friends. His contention was that beautiful women loved being seen nude, and that it was an aphrodisiac for them to imagine other guys seeing their photos. It was supported by his success, and he made a blanket statement that the cunt of every beautiful woman he'd ever photographed nude was wet.

I had a decent camera, but Charna's parents gave me a Polaroid camera before we left on our honeymoon. Her dad commented that it would be difficult to get some honeymoon photos developed so the Polaroid might be handy. I'd been surprised by his gift but he was right, and I wore the damn thing out taking lewd pictures of Charna. Her cunt was always wet after I photographed her, which supported Dick's contention, but Charna's cunt was rarely dry on our honeymoon regardless of whether I had the camera or not. 

We were only engaged for three months, but as soon as Charna accepted my proposal I arranged to get an apartment in Brooks Towers, the same apartments Dick and I had lived in for three years. The first available wouldn't be ready for about five weeks after our wedding, so Dick readily agreed we should stay at the 'bachelor pad' until it was ready. Since it couldn't be called 'bachelor pad' while we stayed there, we shortened it to the 'pad'. That month was critical in what happened between Charna and Dick.

I guess Dick's mind wouldn't let him believe that we could have honeymooned without taking some dirty pictures, and what I had intended to be private for life became his personal quest. His perseverance changed our lives. When we came back from Glenwood Springs, he almost immediately started asking to see the "good pictures" or the "hot pictures". He was persistent in his quest, and he asked several times per day while all three of us were together. When I finally admitted that we had "hot pictures", Charna smiled at him. His look of triumph made me smile too. My admission simply confirmed what he intuitively knew despite our previous unwillingness to let him into our private life. 

Although none of us ever mentioned it, it thrilled Charna when she showed off, and Dick knew I loved it when she did. She admitted to him that she only wore the clothes I wanted her to wear, that I picked them for her every day, and that she acquiesced every time. My selections became increasingly more revealing, and Charna and I implicitly understood that exposing her body was exciting for both of us. We didn't talk about it—I was afraid she would think I was nuts because I liked her doing it, and I think she was afraid I might ask her to stop. 

Even before we married, she had let Dick see her nipples down her blouse many, many times and he had seen her panties more than he had seen her tits. At first, she "accidentally" flashed him in situations where she thought I wouldn't see it, but when she caught me watching her do it several times, then subsequently fucking her with unusual ardor, she became more overt. The progression of exposure continued after our marriage. She willingly and eagerly wore the increasingly skimpier clothes I put out; and since we temporarily lived in the "pad", Dick saw more than ever. She didn't attempt to hide her exposure from either of us anymore, and she often sat beside me on the couch with her legs spread enough to show her panties for prolonged periods. 

But it was more than that. We slept nude, but before bed and in the morning she only wore her "robe" around the apartment. It was really a short, silky black cover-up. She put it on like a robe and it had a little belt to hold the halves together like a robe, but it didn't warm or conceal like a robe. Her nipples were obvious, although the silk was opaque, and she flashed her tits through the billowing sides every time she wore it. When she bent over, depending on your viewing end, her tits were displayed on one end and her ass on the other. Dick had been on both ends many times, and I was sure he even knew her pussy was shaved.

Two weeks after we got back from our honeymoon we had our first party at the 'pad'. It didn't take much alcohol inside Charna's small body to fire up her libido, and she was an inexperienced drinker. She'd had more than a couple of glasses of wine when Dick asked her to dance. She danced tight against him just as she had many times before, but tonight she had also done something new. Not only were her arms around his neck while she welded her body to his, but she kissed him and danced at the same time. Their open-mouthed kisses were passionate and prolonged and their bodies were moving to both the music and to their own primal rhythm. Just three weeks after our wedding day, Charna kissed and rubbed against my best friend in a particularly erotic manner. My pulsating cock revealed how much I loved watching them. 

The image was still in my mind when I slowly slid into her cunt later that night. She was so wet that I didn't need to retreat once before I bottomed out, a rarity due to the thickness of my cock.

"I think we should let Dick see some of the hot pictures. I want him to see...unngg...your pussy." I think I surprised her. I didn't talk when I fucked. I grunted. I stroked smoothly, slowly, and with every inch of my cock as I watched her face. 

"Oh honey...ummm...I don't know. What would he...aahh that's soo good... unh-huh...keep stroking like that...think of me?" Her answer didn't surprise me. She always talked when we fucked, but it was just to tell me what felt good and how much she liked what I was doing to her. You know, sort of a play-by-play commentator.

I looked down between us at her bald pussy. It was wet around the entire area and stretched by my cock sawing in and out. Charna's legs were hooked around my arms, which were in the push up position. The plane of her cunt was rotated to provide the best view as well as the deepest penetration. Watching my cock plunge into her gorgeous cunt was the most beautiful sight I could imagine, and one I knew would keep me fascinated for life.

"He'll...oh shit...he'll think you're hot, hot, hot. Not that he doesn't already. He's already...uunngg you are so slick...seen your tits and your ass." It was a jolt to my cock when I said it. It felt so good that I secretly knew I would talk about her exposure every time I fucked her.

"Mmm. Yesss, he has...aahhh, you go so deep... unh-huh...do you...mmm I think so...you do...you like that, don't you?" She grabbed my ass and pulled me tight against her. As she ground her pubic area against mine, I knew she was stimulating her clit. I enjoyed the feeling as she masturbated in her favorite manner.

"You have to know...uunngg...I love to watch you prick tease. Some strangers...uunngg I know they beat off thinking about fucking you...uunnngg damn we let strangers see your smooth cunt in Glenwood. Dick's our... unngg...friend." I was as close as I can get to coming without actually going over the edge. My confession combined with the images in my mind to give me the most erotic feeling I'd ever felt. My mind kept showing flash frame images of all the guys you had teased in Glenwood and the times Dick had seen your tits, your panties, your ass, and maybe even your shaved cunt. I reached down to pinch your nipples and watched you arch your back from the pleasure spike it provided.

"Ohh, God. This is so exciting to...aahh your cock is so big... to talk about. You like it when...oohh god I like it too...other men see your bride's cunt?...ooohh god honey I'm coming...ooohh god yes squeeze my tits...oooohhh god...ooohhh yes." Her orgasm and her voice left no doubt that she liked it as much as I did. Violent spasms wracked her body while she gasped out moans and disjointed words. The topic was so arousing for her that she began to hunch on my cock like she hadn't come at all as soon as her orgasm subsided.

"I get so hard...uunngg hold still for a second. I don't want to come yet...when you show off. Unnngg man...so does Dick."

"Mmm. I know. He watches me...oohh I can almost feel his eyes touch me...all the time...oohh god honey he wants me to see it when he's hard." I had noticed the same thing. Dick's eyes followed her everywhere and he never missed an opportunity. When he saw something, he got a hard on.

"It would be...uunngg...so hot to show your... uunngg ...pictures to Dick. He knows we have them and he's been asking every day. Uuunngg we didn't know those guys in Glenwood... oohh I could see in their faces how much they wanted to fuck you. He knows a lot...uunngg...about you already. Do you think he knows you shave your cunt...uunngg I want him to see it."

"Mmmm I think so honey...I think he knows...oohhh god I'm sure he knows...uummm but I want him to see it in the pictures too." I thought there must be a story there for her to be so sure he knew it was shaved, but there was a more exciting topic.

"I saw you two kissing tonight...uunngg it was so hot the way you danced. He knows a lot...uunngg he'll see your cunt...he'll just know more. I bet he'll want to fuck...uunngg shit there I go uunnnnggg uuuunngg...your shaved cunt." I blasted with the maximum pressure I ever get, and I couldn't stop my whole body from convulsing due to the intensity of my orgasm.

"Oohhh, yeeesss oohhh god ooohhh god ooohhh oohhh yeess let's. Let's let him see...oohhh god ooohhh...unh-huh...my twat...ooohhh god I'mmm coming again...ooohh aahhh...ooohh god I love to talk about this...ooohh god this feels so good...oohh honey can we talk about...ooohh god yesssss...will you talk to me about showing off my cunt...ooohhh god...letting other men...uumm ...aahhh... see my cunt...ooohhh god...ooohh yess...when you fuck me?" When she said it, she cramped into another exceptionally powerful orgasm. Mine was so sharply pleasurable that it became one of the memorable orgasms of my life. We had entered new territory. I was so attuned to my wife.

I didn't want this new stimulation to stop. I hardly softened at all while I rested between fucks. As soon as I was fully hard again I said, "Why don't you get on top?"

She quickly clambered around and poised her cunt over my rigid cock. "Mmmm I'm leaking...your come is dripping...oohhh god I love your cock...ooohhh god it's so slippery...uumm there...you come so much...it went in so smooth...oohh god can you smell it?" As she slid down my cock, her inflection told me she loved this type of confession as much as I did.

"Uunngg yes...I love the smell of my come mixed with your pussy juice. Did you enjoy dancing with Dick tonight?" I looked at our point of physical connection and my senses of sight, touch, hearing, and smell were all in full excitement mode. She was already into her complex rhythm of rotation about a couple of axes combined with gliding pelvic thrusts and pussy tightening contractions. I looked at her face and her eyes were closed concentrating on the pleasure.

"Oohh honey I'm sorry...uumm I'm sorry but I loved it...ooohh god he likes to look but he kisses great too...mmm I was so turned on...oohh god I love your cock." She opened her eyes to see what her confession would evoke from me.

"My cock loves you too Charna...uunnngg you're so tight...Tell me about dancing with Dick." I returned her gaze with a smile, and I could see her relax. My ears wanted to hear what my eyes had seen. The matching of the two senses, combined with the intense feeling in my cock, was a triple shot to that part of my brain that renders you helpless to do anything else.

"Ooohh god Kirk. I wondered if you would say anything. I think maybe it was the wine...oohh god I'm sorry honey...I just got carried away...uumm he looked so hot...I kissed him honey...I like kissing him...he's such a hunk...ooohh god that feels so good. Fuck me harder...mmm. Did you see him look at you after the first time I kissed him?"

"I saw both of you look. I don't know what you saw, but you kissed him again and he started kissing back".

"You looked excited so I didn't think you were mad. At least I was wet for you after dancing with Dick." Wet is sometimes such an inadequate word. I reached up and squeezed both her tits at the base while gently moving each hand in a circular pattern that dragged each nipple across my palms. 

"What made you so wet?" I closed my eyes to recreate the picture I had seen earlier that night.

"Dick was so hard...ooohh god honey I'm sorry but I love to talk about this...mmm he's so good looking and I was so turned on... Oohh god I love your cock...his face was right in front of me...oohh god I couldn't resist...I started kissing him...oohh Kirk all your friends were watching...I made out with him like I was still single." I thought to myself that what they had done was more like what married couples did.




Best Man



"That was so hot...uunngg damn I loved watching you make out with him ...but he did more than make out didn't he?" I could see in her eyes that the memory was as exciting for her as it was for me. 

"Uuummm...yess...he put his leg between my legs and pushed it against my pussy...oohhh god I let him rub his thigh against my cunt honey." It had looked to me like she'd been the one doing the rubbing. 

"Uunngg...and where were his hands?"

"Ooohhh god honey...he has magic hands...my face, my back, my neck, my stomach, my hips, my legs...mmm he pulled my shoulders down so my cunt...aahhh god that feels good...uumm...my cunt was so tight against his thigh."

"I saw that...uunngg you were masturbating yourself...what else?" I knew most of it because I'd seen it, but her verbal admissions excited me even more than watching what she'd done.

"Aahh...oohhh honey...I love how he kisses...he asked me if it felt good...uumm... I told him yes...oohh honey...you liked it didn't you?...mmm you liked watching Dick with me didn't you?"

"Uunngg I was throbbing...I loved it. When did he put his hand on your...uuunngg damn...he had his hand on your ass."

"Ooohhh god honey...I think it was when he moved his other leg between my legs...uummm...he pulled my ass so my cunt was tight against his cock...aahh fuck me honey...oohh god I almost came." He had only put one hand on her ass, and it was only on the upper part, but I had seen him use it to press her tight against his cock.

"Did you like how he dry fucked you Charna? Did you like his hard cock against your cunt?" I knew Dick had been hard by the carnal motions both he and Charna enjoyed. I thrust up hard inside her as I said the words fucked and cunt. Her moans let me know she felt it.

"You really aren't mad, are you?...ooohhh god I'm almost there ...ummm... aahhh yes...I liked it...I loved his cock against my cunt...mmm fuck my cunt hard honey." I pulled her toward me so I could suck her tits. With one hand I positioned the nipple I wanted to suck, but I placed my other hand at the bend between her hip and thigh and used it to govern the speed she could slide along my cock. 

She wanted a jack-rabbit speed just then, but I would have lost it too soon. My hand kept her speed slow and smooth, and I just let the feeling flow through me as I concentrated on my cock. I sucked on one nipple, then the other before I was ready to continue the exciting verbal intercourse.

"I loved how you danced with Dick, Charna...uuunnngg did you know everybody was watching you make out with him?"

"Ooohhh god...ooohhh honey I'm sorry...I did...I saw their eyes on my ass...ooohh god...aahhh honey I liked it...I liked being married and kissing him...he's so hot...oohh god I was so turned on...I was so bad...uumm...I liked them seeing me be bad...I liked you seeing me be bad too honey."

"I love it when you're bad...uunngg...I want you to keep dancing like that...uunnngg damn I want you to do even more when you dance with him." What an admission. I wanted my wife to be even more sexual with my best man.

"Oooohhhh god fuck me ooohhh god I love your cock in my pussy. What do you want me to do?" 

It just gushed out of me in a string of obscene wishes. "Uunngg shit I want you to grind your cunt hard on his cock...uunngg rub it all over his hard cock...uunng damn your cunt is hot...I want to see his hands on your ass and...uuunngg...I want him to use both of them to pull your cunt against his hard cock...I want him to dry fuck you until you cum while you're dancing."

"Uummm...oohh god honey I almost came tonight...he's so hot and his cock was so hard...aahhh fuck me oooohh god...and you were watching...I could see you liked it...mmm I want to cum for him...ooohhh god I'll put his hands on my ass."

"You'll be as turned on as you were tonight when you show him the photos of your cunt...uuunnng I want him to touch you too...uunngg I want him to feel you up."

"Ooohh god honey...ooohh god...you want him to feel me up?"

"Yes, I want him to feel your tits...uunngg damn I want to watch him pinch your nipples while he dry fucks you." I pinched her nipples as I said it, and her moan told me she loved it. 

"Oooohhhh god honey...ooohhh god I love this...Dick is going to feel my tits...aahhh...and see the pictures...see my cunt honey...oohh god fuck me ohhh god I'm coming ooohh god fuck my nasty cunt honey...ooohh fuck me hard... ooohh god that's it... oohh shoot inside me...uummm yesss." When I came it turned me inside out. Two unbelievable orgasms in one night. I have had maybe ten orgasms more powerful and prolonged than the either of the two that night, but I have never had consecutive orgasms as memorable those two. I knew our lives had changed, and I could hardly wait.

All through the week Dick kept up his relentless pursuit, and I told Charna that we would show him some photos at Walt and Jerry's party we were going to that Saturday. We didn't tell Dick, but we imagined how hot it would make him to see them. Each night, as I fucked her, I talked to her about what he would do to her on the dance floor, and each night the fantasy induced tremendous orgasms for both of us. 

Since even before our wedding, Charna wore the clothes I wanted her to wear. The more the clothes revealed, the more she resonated with arousal. Exposing my wife charged my libido like nothing else, although we recognized that Dick's intrepid overture toward her on the dance floor was even more stimulating. She loved to tease men with her scanty clothes, and the thought that she would be dancing with Dick in attire that hid little was intoxicating. On the night of the party, I placed a side-slit, hip-hugger black miniskirt, a soft-cotton white halter-top, and extremely brief white silk bikini panties on our bed while she was showering. Her adoring eyes and sexy smile conveyed her approval while she slipped them on. 

Dick didn't have a date, and he kept Charna's wineglass filled while he hung out with us at the party. Alcohol lowers inhibitions, and I'd seen him utilize it many times, but tonight he was using it on my wife. It was almost as if he was trying to seduce her in front of me. I enjoyed watching her become more ardent, more passionate, more sexual as the night progressed. It didn't take him long to start. 

After their first dance she whispered to me, "Dick said he wanted to see the hot pictures, honey. I told him we brought some for him to see."

"Tell him he can see them later. It's too early".

Their first dances were relatively mild, but as they drank more their passion escalated. I watched him whisper in her ear when he wasn't kissing her. My friends and I watched them expose their raw sexual attraction for each other even more overtly than the last time they had danced together. 

We had probably been at the party about three hours when they walked toward me after their hottest "dance" of the night. Charna had rubbed her tits all over him, and her ass and pelvis moved in the universal dance of coupling. Dick had both hands on her ass, and they were both moving so suggestively that clothes were the only reason I knew he wasn't fucking her. I was throbbing from the thrill my emerging voyeurism provided; and when Charna noticed my condition and knowingly smiled at me, I knew we were soul mates marching to the beat of the same drummer. 

"I told Dick he could see the 'hot pictures' now, honey. It has been long enough, hasn't it?" She was right. They had been very patient since I'd first said it was too early. 

Apparently she had explained that they were in our car. I could hear the eagerness in his voice. "Oh, babe. I've been waiting a long time for these. Let's go." He looked at me to make sure I was ok with it. I smiled and nodded. 

Charna reached for my hand, but I shook my head no, then symbolically grabbed both their wrists and put their hands together. "I'll just wait here." They both looked surprised, but neither said anything. They continued to hold hands as they walked out the door. 

They weren't gone long—maybe 20 or 25 minutes. She grabbed my hand and pulled me out the door as soon as they returned. Dick was on the apartment balcony watching us when we got to our car.

"Charna, I want to touch your naked body on the way home."

She looked at me, then up at Dick. She smiled when she understood what I wanted, then slowly stripped, watching our eyes until she was naked. I held the door so she could get in, and despite the hundred-foot distance between our car and the balcony Dick stood on, I knew it was clear to him how unladylike she was as she got in. One leg was still on the ground outside the car and the other inside facing forward. Her cunt was wet, swollen, and reddened. Dick was too far away to see it in detail, but not too far away to see her cunt was shaved. 

She snuggled up as I pulled into the street for our drive home, and I slipped my fuck finger up her snatch before I started her catechism. 

"So, did Dick like the pictures...uungg...as much as I thought he would?" I was throbbing. She reached over and squeezed me through my pants.

"Mmm. I think he liked them...ooohhh honey you're so hard...a lot." I could feel that audio connection to the pleasure center of my brain kick in. 

"Uunngg damn. What did he say?"

"You were right. He said...mmm...he said I was really hot. He said he loved my...ooh damn this is so nasty...he loved my shaved pussy. He asked...oohhh honey keep finger fucking me just like that. ...if I had shaved it today. I said yes, just before I got dressed." I closed my eyes for an instant to picture them seated in our car—seated exactly as Charna and I were seated. Dick was sitting where I now sat, and he was sitting next to my wife and he knew her cunt was shaved.

"Were you turned on?" I already knew the answer because I watched them dance before they went to the car.

"I was sooo wet...ohh honey he told me he could smell my cunt while we were dancing. Uumm did you see me move his hands to my ass when we danced?"

"Uuunngghh that was so hot...I loved it...I'd been hoping you would... uunngg shit was I hard...I want to hear about dancing but first I want to hear what happened in the car."

"He said it made him...oohh god...it gave him a hard on knowing my cunt was so smooth right then."

"Uunngg crap. I bet it did."

"Ooohh yeess I looked. Mmmm he's big." The picture in my mind kept getting better. 

I smiled. "So my naughty wife...uunngg you are sooo bad...did you like finding out he had a big prick?"

"Ooohh honey...I knew it was big before I looked".

"From dancing?"

"Ooohh yess...it goes from my cunt past my belly button. Honey, I need...oohh God this was the bad thing...to tell you something else. After he looked at all the pictures a second time, he...oohhh god honey keep finger fucking me...he asked me to come sit next to him to...mmmm ...look at them with him...ooohhh god honey I love you."

"So you moved over to sit next to him to look at the pictures. What's bad about that?" I actually pictured them in my mind already seated tight against each other. She unzipped my fly and reached inside to grasp my cock through the hole in my boxers. I very nearly came when she squeezed and stroked for the first time on my bare cock.

"Oohh honey I leaned against him while he...aahh I loved this...pointed out how erect my nipples...he moved me so he could look... aahhh I was so wet...down my blouse...oohh god honey he's so handsome and I love his eyes...uumm he said my nipples were erect in all the pictures. He stroked my...oohh God it made me tingle...tits in the pictures. I know he could see my nipples down my blouse...aaahh mmmm honey they were almost aching...he kept looking down my blouse...oohh god honey that feels soo good...he said I had 'gorgeous tits' while he was looking down my blouse. He asked me if I liked letting him see my tits so close...oohh god honey...his eyes...ummm I told him I liked it when he saw me." Now my mental image was probably very close to what had really happened. I had to stop her hand from moving on my cock to keep from losing it.

"He's seen them already. Lots of times. I love it...uunngg shit I love it...we both like for him to see your tits. You have gorgeous tits and your nipples get erect when he looks. You show off for him in the 'pad' don't you? Admit how much you like him...uunngg damn you have a slick cunt...my best man turns you on doesn't he? You like to show him your tits so he'll come after you." I wanted him to see them, touch them, and suck them. 

"Ooohhh god honey I love his eyes...ummm he's so hot...I'm sorry...I'm always turned on when he watches me...and...ooohh god honey...I love feeling his cock against me."

I wanted to hear the rest of the story, but we were home. Well we were back to the 'pad', the temporary home we shared with Dick. It was about 2:30 and the underground parking garage was quiet. 

"Charna, stay naked. Walk all the way to our door naked. I'm going to fuck you as soon as we get inside anyway." I was prepared to debate, but she just got out and waited for me to gather her clothes from the back. As we walked to the elevator, I again inserted my finger in her cunt. Her signature moan of pleasure told me my request was not one I was ever going to have to debate; and when her hand slipped back inside my open fly, my own groan came from a pleasure center I didn't know I had. We never took our respective hands off each other for the entire 28 floors from the third basement sub-level parking to our floor. Although we didn't see anybody, the anticipation that we might was powerfully erotic. 

As soon as we got inside, both of us attacked my clothes and the urgency to fuck made the bedroom seem too far away. She was on her back before I got the last cuff of my inside-out pants over my foot. I stopped only long enough to position my cock, then plunged up to my balls. 

Even while I was uncoordinatedly stripping in my haste, I thought about where we were on the living room rug. Dick could have opened the door with his key at any time, and the thought that he might see Charna nude and fucking made what we were about to do even more exciting.

"Uuuunnnnggghhh shit uuunnggghh keep telling me about tonight. He was looking at your tits...uuunngg did that turn you on?" I looked down at the tits he had seen and I watched the slight ripple pattern in the tight skin as I bottomed out on each forceful stroke.

"Oohh I love his eyes...oohh god my cunt gets wet when he sees my tits... oohhh god I was so bad aaahh I couldn't help moving on the seat to masturbate myself...then he talked about my pussy...ooohhh god...he told me how he could see I was wet...oohh yess that feels so good...in every picture. He told me my pussy was puffy...is it honey? It is isn't it?" He did know pussies. If he said so, I was sure he was right. I looked down at the object of discussion. It was shaved. It was wet, slick, and shiny from the moisture. It was tight. It was red and swollen, and yes, puffy. And it was active—her hips twisted, rotated, and thrust in concert with my beat, and her muscles contracted on my cock to her own beat. Hers was not the type of cunt built for a long, slow, gentle fuck. 

"Yes, it is. I remember him talking about this at a party once. He said girls with a lot of flesh around their pussy like to fuck more than girls with bony pussies." By that definition, Charna had to have the pussy with the most flesh of any girl I knew. There was no doubt that Charna had the puffiest pussy of any girl I'd ever fucked. And the wettest, tightest, slickest, and most active. 

"Oohh honey fuck my puffy pussy... ooohhh god honey I love to fuck. He talked about my cunt...mmm his voice is so masculine ... oohh keep fucking my cunt honey... oohh god nobody ever talked about my cunt before...oohh god I love your cock in me...he told me how beautiful my cunt was...oohh honey he's so hot...I was drenched. He really liked how my clit...oohh jeez he talked to me about my clit...was so large." I looked down and her clit was sticking out of its sheath by a good half-inch. I reached down to touch it with my thumb, and I pictured Dick touching her there and I was gone. The image of Dick touching my wife's clit while he talked to her about her cunt did it for me.

"Uunngg...I love being in your cunt. I'll bet he wanted to fuck you...uunngg...right then...uunngg I'm sorry Charna I just lost it ... uuunnngg." The involuntary contractions signaling my orgasm were more powerful than I could ever remember, and there were more of them. I decided that I loved my orgasms after talking about her being with Dick. 

"Ooohhh god shoot in me ooohhh yess I'mmm coming too oohh god you fuck me so great." I wondered what her mental image was when she came. I had a feeling she would have the chance to have many mental images when she came tonight.

I softened some but my recovery time was great. "Then what happened?"

"Mmmm thank you old repeater. I love how you can get so hard so fast, honey. This was so hot. He used his fuck finger...mmnnng I imagined him doing it for real...to stroke my cunt on each picture. He asked me several questions about the...oohh god I love having you fuck me when I talk about this...about the last picture. It was the one where I was coming as I...oohhh god oohh...finger fucked myself...ooohhh god honey you love this as much as I do...mmmm I can see it in your eyes. He started asking me questions about it, and I admitted I was coming...oohh god I was turned on...while you took the picture." It was a great photo. Her face was strained with pleasure and two fingers were fully inserted in her cunt with her left hand while all four fingers on her right hand were rubbing her clit.

"It is one of my favorites. That was the first time you masturbated while I watched...uunngg it was so hot I stuck my cock in your cunt before you quit coming...uunngg do it again now...rub yourself while I fuck you." Charna was so compliant. The picture was taken the first time I asked her to masturbate in front of me, and she didn't resist in any way. I'm sure she would have done nothing different had she been alone. Her compliance continued as I watched two fingers on her right hand move in gentle circles around her large clit.

"Oooohhh honey, the next thing he said set me off...oohh god fuck me hard...He looked at me and said he wanted to...oooh god...he wanted to finger fuck my cunt...oohh god I thought he was going to do it right then...mmm his eyes...I wanted him to... he talked about my cunt and then wanted to finger it...he's so good looking...oohh god I said ok honey...but he said not tonight...oohhh god honey I can't believe he said this...he said I should ask you if it was ok." I was stunned. I expected the sex to escalate, and I even had images of Dick fucking my wife, but I didn't expect to have to condone it. I could see her hand moving faster and I knew she was on the brink of another powerful climax. 

"Unngg I can't believe he said that. He wants permission?" As it sunk home, the eroticism began to bubble up. I stroked faster and deeper as the hidden sexual connotations emerged from my id.

"Ooohhh god...oohh yes...he made me promise to ask you if he could finger fuck me...ooohhh god then he said I had to tell you he was feeling my tits when I came tonight...oohh I'm almost there...oohh god fuck me hard honey...ooohh god he put his hands under my halter and felt my tits...ooohh god I couldn't help it honey...oohh it felt so good rubbing my cunt on the seat...ooohh god...ohh I knew he knew I was masturbating this way on the seat and when he felt my tits...Don't you think that's about the nastiest thing ever?...oohh god..oohh honey it was so mental...mmmm my husband's best friend asking me to ask my husband...oohh for permission to finger fuck me while he was feeling my tits...ooohhh god honey you like this don't you...I can see it in your eyes...ummm...you'll love this then...he untied my halter and took it off so he could see my nipples...then he bent over to suck them...oohhh god oohhh god ooohhh honey oohh I'm coming oohh god I love oooh your cock oohhh god...ooohh I loved his mouth ...then I came while he sucked them...ooohh god it felt good...ooohh...ooohh...he's so bold...ahhh yessss suck my tits." I bent down to suck one of her nipples as she gasped out her story. Too many images stacked upon each other, and each of them was great. He had her top off. He was feeling her tits. She came while she was topless and Dick was talking to her. He asked if it would be ok if he finger fucked my wife. He wanted me to know everything he had already done to her. Along with the dominant eroticism, a submerged ethics also emerged. He was my best friend, and he wouldn't do anything that I didn't want him to do. Another image I was incapable of stacking right then was sent to my subconscious mind, but it was one of those I knew I would remember later.




Best Man



"Uunngg damn, that's so hot. Did you like him ...uunngg...feeling you up and sucking your tits?" Feeling her up was not the sexiest image, but I was at a loss as to which one to ask about first. 

"I loved it...oohh god I'm sorry honey. I liked him looking and touching...oohh yess aah honey I love having his eyes on me...and when we dance he always gets a hard on, and I love feeling it...mmm it's always soo hard...against my pussy...oohh god I love your big cock in my twat...I loved feeling his hands and lips on me when I came." The images were obviously stacking in her brain too.

"Uunngg my best friend. I'm glad you like Dick's hands on your tits...uunngg...you're right, I do love it...I love his hands on your tits too." Back to a single image. I thought I could fight the urge to come for a little while longer.

"He did say one other thing...oohh god honey this was so hot...when we were coming back in." I felt her pussy muscles throb around my cock as she said it. The anticipation was short-lived but very intense.

"What?" I didn't know if I could fight another image. 

"He said to tell you your Polaroid sucked. He said he would be happy to take some...oohh honey what do you think...he asked if he could take some nudes of me...oohh god honey he said the quality would be so much better ...oohhh god oohhh ohhhh god oooohh honey oohhh I'm coming again ooohhh it's sooo good...do we want him to take naked pictures of me?" That was it. She came and the image of her lying naked while he took photographs set me off again.

"Uunngg shit I'm there too." It was the most powerful orgasm of my life, and the stacked images kept cycling through my mind as I disappeared from sanity for a long time. Troughs of moderate pleasure intermittently spelled the peaks of extreme pleasure one half wavelength away, and the waves just kept washing over me again and again and again.

During the next couple of weeks we made her experience in the car the subject while we fucked. I found out that she let Dick keep the photographs, and I knew he would show them around to our friends. I found out that she experienced an orgasm while she was rubbing her cunt against his hard on while dancing. I watched them kiss and hunch while they danced, and already suspected that she had become so aroused she climaxed. Dick was only 5'8", and when Charna wore high heels her pussy matched exactly with his cock—her clit contacted his cock perfectly. When I danced with her, my hard on poked her belly button. And I found out that when she scooted over next to him in the car she let her short skirt ride up so high that she could see her panties when she looked down. She said he looked at her panties a lot but that he didn't say anything about them. I think this was the time in our marriage when I realized that her verbalizations while I fucked her could be as stimulating as watching. I resonated throughout my body when she made each of these revelations, and each caused an intense climax. She seemed to intuitively know that if she held some of the information back, she could tell me something new each time I fucked her and that I would enjoy it more than if she disclosed everything the first time 

We also talked about what she would do the next time. I decided to let him see those photos where there were people in the background, but not those where she was facing guys while I photographed her from the back. I also decided she should wear very sheer panties and she should let him look as much as he wanted. And I decided that she should French kiss him as much as he wanted, that she should let him see and feel her tits all he wanted, and that he could see and feel her cunt until she came while he finger fucked her. Each of these decisions were also acutely arousing to me, and the thought of what they were going to do made what I was doing to her much more pleasurable.

Before we went to the next party Don and Scott came to me separately and told me Dick had some great pictures of Charna. They each said Dick gave them a couple to keep. I kind of passed it off by saying he must have been going through stuff in our bedroom, but I knew he would have told them that she gave them to him. When we were fucking and I told her that, she went off like a rocket. She liked having her nude pictures floating around, and she liked knowing the people who had them. She knew she was beautiful and that guys would probably masturbate staring at her cunt in the picture. She knew they would be imagining they were fucking her. I knew she would be imagining they were fucking her. 

Sure enough, all our fantasizing together turned into unbelievably stimulating reality. I selected a skin-tight bright red miniskirt, really a micro length, a cheesecloth blouse with an elastic band on the bottom and a low-cut scoop on top, and the sheerest, briefest pair of white bikini panties she owned. Charna was nearly giddy as she dressed for Don's party, and it was clear my choice of scandalously exposing attire turned her on. 

"Sit down and keep your knees together. I want to see how much you're showing."

"Uumm...Is it too short? It shows so much."

"I can see your panties. If you sit down tonight, men are going to see them. It's perfect. Move your legs apart so I can see your panties." Her eyes followed mine. "God that looks sexy. I can see your cunt right through them."

'Ooohh honey...I'm already wet. Are you sure you want me to wear this? It shows so much." The inflection in her voice left no doubt she wanted me to say yes.

"When you get wet like that I can see your cunt even better. I love the top too. It's so stretchy and thin—I can see your nipples and it molds to your skin. It's almost like a second skin." Her gauzy blouse transmitted the color difference around her aureole and the mesh stretched so much on her tits that the incredibly small open holes were enough to give the appearance I was seeing bare skin. The stretch band around her upper thighs on her nude thigh-highs wasn't completely hidden by her skirt, and her four-inch spike heels completed her apparel. Every element in her attire reeked with sexuality.

"Uuumm honey...so you want me to?"

"You know I do Charna. I love showing off your gorgeous body. I can't wait for Dick to dance with you. He'll love it—he always loves it when his dates dress to show off. He won't be able to keep his hands off you."

"Oohhh god honey...I want him to see me...I want him to touch me tonight like we talked about."

"He will. He's going to finger fuck your cunt tonight Charna."

She was primed when we got to Don's party, and Dick kept my bride's lust powerfully high all night. He didn't have a date so he spent the entire night with Charna and me—although I didn't talk to him much. We each danced with Charna, but he danced with her five or six dances for every one of mine. He escorted her back to me every so often, and each time he got her a glass of wine. He was obvious in his intent, and she eagerly drank each glass, thus encouraging him to continue as she submissively yielded to his boldness. It was exciting to watch him seduce my wife in front of me, and he must have figured out how much I liked what he was doing to her.

Charna drank her wine quickly because she was immediately asked to dance every time she returned to me. She didn't refuse anybody, so she spent almost all her time at Don's party on the dance floor, and a vast majority of that time with Dick. I knew what was coming when he escorted her back the last time. I was throbbing from what I'd seen between them, and Charna noticed it as they approached. She smiled, acknowledging that she recognized the reason. I inspected her in the same manner, and every one of her arousal signals was activated too.

"Honey, Dick wants to see the Polaroids in our car."

"Enjoy yourselves. No hurry". 

Waiting is the hardest thing, and I was hard the entire time I waited. The anticipation when they were gone was delicious. I couldn't keep my cock down regardless of what I thought about or did. I noticed that Walt and Jerry were missing too, so a party that was at one time seventeen people was down to thirteen. Charna noticed my throbbing hard on when Dick brought her back to me from their 45 minutes in our car. She smiled again at my condition, but wanted to leave, so we all left together. Walt and Jerry were on their way in as we left, and we stopped for a second to tell them we were leaving. I saw the smiles and eye contact they made with Dick and the hunger in their eyes when they looked at Charna. 

She held both my arm and Dick's as we walked. We reached Dick's car first, but ours was just a few cars down the street.

"Charna, I want to touch your naked body on the drive home".

She rarely misses sexual innuendo, and she caught on immediately. She watched our eyes as she slowly removed her blouse and skirt, and her eyes twinkled with mischief when I saw she didn't have any panties on. Dick smiled at me when I looked at him and he was gently twirling her panties in his hand. Charna stood for at least 30 seconds as we did a street light inspection of her gorgeous body, with special attention to her erect nipples and her swollen wet cunt. Dick looked thoughtfully at me before he spoke.

"Charna, are you going to say goodbye the same way you always do?" 

I smiled. Dick had truly discovered my magic button. I took her hand and pulled her toward him, then let her go as she put both arms around his neck and gave him an animated French kiss. It was the most visually exciting thing I had ever seen, and it lasted so long it was damn near a make out session. Charna was naked and she was rubbing herself all over him while they kissed with passion and romance. I was so turned on that I wasn't going to be the one to stop it. Dick had his hands on her naked ass but finally removed them. His intent was to hand her back to me, but he almost had to wrestle Charna's arms off his neck. 

Dick watched Charna's naked strut from his car to ours. He watched me open her door and I knew he would see how spread she was for my eyes as she got in. My god, her thighs were soaked, and her cunt was as puffy as I had ever seen. She held her spread for at least ten seconds. I was so turned on my cock ached.

When I got in, I didn't drive. I squeezed her tits. "Dick did this already tonight, didn't he?"

"Ooohh god yes honey."

"And this?" I bent over to suck one of her nipples as I squeezed the other one.

"Ooohhh god yes I loved it."

I removed my mouth and looked up at her. "And what about this?" I began to suck again as I touched her clit.

"Ooohhh god honey yes...ooohh god yes...ooohhh I'm coming... ooohh god yes it felt so good." She exploded in orgasm instantaneously. I hadn't even put my finger inside her pussy when she went off.

It didn't feel like her cunt was full of anything except her own juices, but I wanted to hear the story. As soon as she was able to talk after her quick orgasm, I began her catechism.

"Uuunngg damn Charna...Tell me everything. I've never seen you come so fast." The mental images were already enough, but I wanted the audio input. She unzipped my fly and reached inside to pull my cock out.

"Oh, honey, it was so...uunngg god your cock is so hard...it was so hot. It started before we even went outside. He was whispering in my ear...oohh yes please finger fuck me hard...while we danced. He asked if I brought some more pictures. Ooohh, I was so turned on when I said yes. He asked if I knew...oohhh honey that's it keep stroking my clit...that he let our friends have some of the ones he had. Mmmm, I could feel how wet I was. I answered yes, that you...oohh god...told me." I didn't know how many of our friends had them, but I was so proud that she was my wife that I wanted them all to see what I got to fuck.

"Did he know you liked it when he gave them away?" I pushed her toward the passenger door so I could move away from the steering wheel. I didn't want to come from a hand job, so I bent down to suck her tit as I continued to finger fuck her sloppy cunt. She couldn't reach my cock anymore, so she used her hands to unbutton my shirt.

"I think so. He asked if it turned me on knowing he was showing... aaahh oohh god finger me as hard as you can honey...the photos of my shaved twat to other guys...oohh, I want to be fucked honey. I need your cock Kirk." She loved to come and come and come, but her best orgasms were when I was moving inside her. She pushed my unbuttoned shirt over my shoulders and I got the message. She wanted me to strip also.

I kicked off my shoes and carelessly pushed my pants and boxers down to my ankles, then kicked them off too. She finished removing my shirt, so except for my socks I was as naked as she was.

"Let's get in the back". She jumped over the seat and was on her back almost before I turned around. She held my cock as soon as she could reach it, and pulled it toward her cunt. Her moan when I sank it home conveyed pure pleasure.

"Uuunnnngghh god damn this is hot...What did you say when he asked you about showing your pictures around?"

"Oohh god honey...I don't know if you saw it but I took his hand and...oohh this was so wrong to do it where everybody could see... put it on my tit...uuumm I held it there and I told him I was glad...oohh shit I told him I liked knowing they had my pictures...uummm and I told him you wanted to see him feel me up...ooohh I'm sorry honey...I didn't know if it was ok to tell him that...but as soon as I did...ooohhh god he's so hot honey... he was very bold and brought his other hand to my other tit...aaahh that's it...mmmm that feels so good...he pushed me back so there was a gap of about a foot between us...oohh god honey he looked at my tits while he felt them...mmmm that's it pinch my nipples hard oooohhh yesss." Her nipples were always sensitive, but her expression was almost a grimace when I pinched them hard. I had no doubt it was a grimace of pleasure. 

I had almost ejaculated when I saw her take his hand and place it on her tit. He already knew how they felt from their time in the car, but when Dick openly felt up my wife while they danced in front of my friends, it moved me to a higher plateau of arousal.

"Of course I saw it...uunngg I told you I wanted to see him feel you up...uuunnngg damn it was so hot...I'm glad you told him...I was so turned on." I'm still not sure why watching her with Dick sent me to the moon, but it did.

"Mmmm me too. He whispered in my ear while we sort of danced...I love how he talks to me honey...oohh god he's such a hunk...I'm always soaked...he said he pointed out to everybody he showed the pictures to how wet... aahh just a little more...how wet my pussy was and how much my nipples stood out...ooohh honey oohh that's it ooohhh god oohh I'mmm coming oohh that feels so goood...ooohhh... ooohhh...yessss...ooohhh god." Her motions when she came used the hardness of the cock inside her to maximize her pleasure. She moved left and right and forward and backward to ride it for total gratification. The in and out was important, but a cock needed to be fully rigid for the sideways movement to provide the full bliss her best orgasms gave her. I always tried to wait until she came for exactly this reason.

As soon as she peaked, I went right with her. I was amazed and proud I'd been able to maintain as long as I had. It is great staying right on the edge for as long as I can, and I was absolutely on the brink since even before I had first entered her pussy. 

It was no time before I was hard inside her sloppy cunt again. "Uunngg Charna, I saw him feeling your tits. I saw some of the our friends...Uunngg damn they all think you are so beautiful...I saw them look over at me after that. What was Dick...uunnngg... whispering after that?" Our friends probably didn't understand, but I knew they would still be friends. We all embraced unusual hobbies, and we encouraged each other to be independent thinkers. Ignoring social conventions and 'normal behavior' engendered pride, and what Charna, Dick and I were exploring was well outside the norm. It was exciting to let my friends share in the pleasure my best friend was giving my wife.

"Honey, he said he told...oohh I loved him using the nasty words... he told them I had the prettiest pussy he'd ever seen. He said...aahhh oohh keep fucking me honey. I love it after you've already come because you can fuck me hard...he said he made them look at it closely. He whispered that all of them...oohh god...they all thought my twat was gorgeous...uummm he talked to them about my cunt honey...they were all looking at your wife's cunt while they talked about it. Then he asked if my cunt...oohhh god it was the only word he didn't whisper...was wet right then." It was wet before we even arrived at the party. I wondered if it had been dry at all that day.

"I know it was. What did you say?" It was like I was eavesdropping on their conversation, only better. I was fucking her as I overheard their bedroom-type talk.

"I whispered...ooh god honey I was dripping...I admitted it was soaked. He asked if I had thought about him touching it when I shaved...oohh god honey...I said yes. He said he was going to let me...mmm it sounded like he owned me...he said I could come on the dance floor again by rubbing my juicy cunt on his hard prick. He said he was going to put both his hands under my blouse...ooohh honey he did it so openly...so he could pinch my nipples. He said...ooohh god honey ooohh his eyes...he looked in my eyes...I would have done anything...he said I had to tell him...aahh I was almost there when he said it...I had to tell him when I was coming. I didn't know he knew I had come before, but it was so slutty to rub against him and then whisper...ooohh honey I can't help it. I've got to move... that I was coming really hard. I was feeling his hard on directly on my clit... uh-huh ...aahhh I love to fuck... oohhh honey oohh that feels sooo good. Keep fucking me." My mind was matching what I had seen with what she said and what she felt. I loved putting these pieces together.

"I love to fuck you...uunngg shit this is hot. Did you know we were all watching Dick feel you up?" I knew she did. She had seen me watching her intently all night, to the exclusion of doing anything else at the party. I knew she would have seen all the male eyes on her because she always did.

"Ooohh god I'm so bad. I saw them looking... the thought of all your friends watching him feel my tits...ooohhh god honey they watched him ooohhh god they watched him...ooohh god he pushed me back and slid his hands under the elastic... oohh god honey that's it keep fucking that big cock in me... oohhh god oohhh he slid it up until my nipples were uncovered ooohh and he...oohh god I love telling you this...he put both hands on my tits under the elastic before we...ooohh god I was so hot... started dancing again...ooohhh god I French kissed him and...oohhh god honey you fuck great...I dry fucked him and he felt my naked tits... ooohhh god I'm almost there... and then he put his hands on my ass and pulled me tight against his cock...ooohhh god I came so hard...ooohhh god honey he was so bold." 

She loved bold, and just thinking about all he had done to her on the dance floor set me off. I wasn't bold like she wanted, but Dick had enough bold for both of us. I couldn't help it. I lost control. "Uuunnnnngg damn uunng I lost it Charna uunnngg I'm sorry."

When she first felt it coming, she started moving like crazy and she was able to get off again before I got totally soft. She never really liked it this way though. She liked a hard, hard cock in her when she came. I felt bad for having my second orgasm too soon, and I knew it would be a while before I could go again. I crawled into the front seat and got dressed enough to drive home. She was asleep when we got back to the 'pad', so I dressed her and carried her to the elevator and up to bed. Our apartment was finally vacant and we were going to move in gradually during the next week. I was going to miss the nightly exhibition of Charna that Dick and I both got to see. 




Best Man



"You're not my type," he said, not meeting my eyes.

I scowled at him, trying to discern whether he was truly lying or just being ignorant. At 5'3, blonde, and curvy, I'm EVERYONE's type. "What do you mean?" I asked, confused and insulted.

"You're not my type. Plain and simple." 

Uh-oh, I thought. He sounded more resolute with that one. "And what IS your type, then?" I probed further.

"You're the 'my best friend's girlfriend' type, a type that I avoid like the plague," he responded sounding 100 percent sure of himself this time.

"We've been through that already." I was getting tired of that argument. "Your best friend and I are swingers. Get it? Non-monogamous. WE FUCK OTHER PEOPLE!" I punctuated this last line by wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing up against him. 

"And does he know that the other person in this case is me?" he asked, incredulous still.

"For the last time, YES. We've discussed it, and we've decided that it would be okay for you and me to fuck. Just once, you know, for the fun of it." I smiled up at him, pressing closer. Considering my point made, I stretched up to kiss him, pulling his face down to meet mine. At the very last possible second, though, he pulled away, much to my chagrin. 

"I just can't. For God's sake, I'm going to be the best man in your wedding!" His eyes were pleading, and I felt a moment's pity for him, but then my lust rose again, and I remained firm in my resolve. 

"How long have we said that we've wanted to fuck each other? Since the beginning, right? Remember 'if we'd met each other first,' and all that? Aren't you the least bit curious?" My voice became huskier as I spoke, resolving in a purr, "Don't you ever wonder what it would be like with me?" 

"All the time, but goddamnit, I just can't, okay? Lay off!" He pushed my hands away from their position around his neck, and stomped away from me, back inside, back to my engagement party, from which I had been conspicuously absent for almost half an hour. 

I lit another cigarette, and took my usual place at the banister of the porch, shivering in the cool February breeze. I took a deep drag and tapped the ash away, watching the sparks scatter out into the night air. I decided that I had pushed him too far, been too insistent. 

The fact was that I had been lusting after my fiancé's best friend for almost the whole of our year-and-a-half courtship. Wandering eyes had never been cause for concern between us; my lover had been more than accepting of my lustfulness. We regularly engaged in three- and foursomes, and even occasional trysts. In fact, his acceptance of my multiplicitious bisexuality had been one of the many reasons that I had fallen for him. 

Not that the sex between the two of us was lackluster; on the contrary, he was the most outstanding lover I had ever had. He fulfilled me in ways that no man or woman ever had before or since. Ours was a relationship that included swinging, but did not depend on it. It was a source of great pride between us that we knew we could leave the lifestyle any day and still be just as sexually fulfilled by one another. No, the problem wasn't with my love, but with his counterpart.

From the first moment I met him, I had been deeply repelled by my lover's best friend and former roommate. This beast of a man was loud, obnoxious, and coarse—everything that my sweet, gentle lover was not. He was an animal that reeked of sexual prowess, boastful of his many conquests, and yet still able to capture the attentions of any female he came in contact with. In short, he was a tall, hairy, more masculine version of myself, and I wanted to conquer him the way he had conquered so many women. I shudder to say that a deeper part of me wanted to be conquered BY him, to surrender to his virility and manliness. But the great conquering lion had turned into a simpering pussycat the moment that I had finally voiced the idea of our having sex, and that made me mad as hell.

Who the hell was he to turn me down, I wondered bitterly, as I drew sharp tobacco smoke into my lungs then released it with a sigh. I had seen some of the girls that he had fucked before. He claimed to have standards, but apparently those standards included just about everything that even looked like it might have a pussy. I was prettier, trimmer, and far more lively than most (if not all) of those bitches. Furthermore, I was just as sexually charged as he, if not more so. I could more than keep up with his sexual appetite. What did I care for his supposed friendly fidelity? It wasn't as if I wanted to go off and marry the fucker.

I wouldn't be hung up on him if it weren't for his own words, I reasoned further. After all, it had been he who first admitted our mutual attraction, he who had held me a little too closely when we hugged, he who had kissed my neck, sighing over the perfume that he smelled there, right? I shivered, remembering the soft warmth of his lips as they parted to caress my sensitive flesh, and the orgasmic flash of his teeth scraping against my skin in one small, but intensely sharp bite. Hadn't he even told me that, finding the aroma of my perfume on his jacket, he had been forced to masturbation, driven mad by my scent? 

And if I had myself been driven to self-pleasuring at the thought of him, so what? I was committing no crime. My lover knew full well of my fascination with his friend, deigning even to sit in the room with me when I first propositioned the beast. So why did I try to push thoughts of him away whenever I spoke to his friend, feeling like I was committing treason all the while? 

Having found that my musings had outlasted my cigarette (as I held only an empty filter), I had just decided to go back inside when I became aware of a presence behind me. I turned around, and was startled to discover that the subject of my yearning had rejoined me on the porch. 

"Come to yell at me some more?" I asked, only half joking.

"No, and I'm sorry about that," he replied, "it's just that...I gotta know. Why do you want to sleep with me so much, if you're in love with my best friend? If you guys are swingers, doesn't that mean you could have anyone? Why do want me?"

Faced with such a bold question, I do not have time to think of something coy, and I blurted out the truth before I could even think of what I was saying.

"Because you're not him! Because he is everything I have ever wanted, and you are exactly what I don't need! You are crass, and jealous, and thoroughly disgusting sometimes. You're spontaneous, and stupid, and fucking shallow. You're...you're the exact sort of person that I am, and I have no idea why he loves me." I stood there, open and vulnerable, and on the verge of tears and continued. 

"I'm just a nymphomaniac with charisma. Look at me! It's my engagement party, and all I can think about is boning the best man! By all rights, I should be with someone like you, but I have him...and that just doesn't make any sense at all." I wiped away the tears that were rolling down my cheeks, and he took me into his arms, comforting me. His embrace soothed me, but suddenly I was very aware of the arms that were around me, and I was lost in lust once more. 

I looked up at my love's best friend, and was surprised when he suddenly kissed me, deeply. When we were finished, I looked up into his eyes. 

"And then there's the fact that I just want to fuck you," I said roughly. 

"Yes, there is that," he replied, his voice as thick as my own. I felt his sex harden against me, and I groaned, pressing further into his embrace. His hands slid down my back, cupping my ass, bringing me closer still. I wrapped my arms around his neck and met his kiss again, and this time we didn't break it. 

Instead, we were feverish, moving down the porch steps into the back yard, and around to the side of the house, where we pawed at each other's clothes like animals. Suddenly, he pulled up my skirt and leaned hard against me on the wall, and as I fumbled with his pants zipper, his fingers found my dripping pussy. I almost cried out in pleasure, but he mashed his lips against mine with ferocity, and I was silenced. I freed his stiff cock and guided it into my wetness, barely stifling a scream as he entered me in one thrust. Despite my dripping cunt, I was not ready for his thickness, and the sudden feeling of fullness within me was almost enough to make me faint.

He slid his hands beneath my ass cheeks and lifted me up, propping me against the side of the house that I shared with my fiancé, and began to fuck me in long, deep strokes. Our mingled scent was permeating the air, heady and sweet like my perfume, and musky and warm like his cologne. I could feel his cock becoming drenched in my juices, and knew that I was ready to come at any moment.

"I'm so fucking close!" I whisper-screamed into his ear, "You're going to make me come on your big cock!"

"Not yet," came his hoarse reply. "If you come, I'll come, and I'm enjoying your tight little cunt too much to let that happen!"

"Are you, then? Do you like the feeling of my sweet little pussy wrapped around your dick?" I teased, trying to distract myself from the delicious ache in my loins.

"You have a filthy mouth, bitch," he replied, breathless, "I don't know if I should let my best friend marry such a dirty whore!" 

"If I'm such a whore, why don't you fuck me like one?" I challenged, enjoying the kinky turn our fuck had taken.

"I think I will then, you slut. Hands on the wall!" He dropped my legs, and I had just enough time to do as I was told before he shoved his cock into my pussy once again, pushing me roughly into the house's dirty vinyl siding as he fucked me hard from behind. 

"Oh, fuck, I'm going to come! Your cock is too much!" I didn't realize how loud I was getting until he slapped my ass and told me to shut the fuck up. "but your big cock is making my pussy so hot and wet," I pleaded, more quietly.

"Then come for me, you fucking whore!" He whispered fiercely, "Squeeze your little cunt around my cock and make me come inside you! Come for me right now!" I obeyed, moaning as quietly as I could, despite the ripples of pleasure that were coursing through my body. I felt him shuddering within me, riding the waves of his own orgasm, until we both leaned against the house, him on top of me, his cum already leaking out of my swollen pussy. 

We were putting our clothes back to rights when we heard a soft chuckle from the direction of the porch. My fiancé appeared from around the corner, clapping his hands in mock praise of our performance. 

"Well, now that the two of you have got that out of your system, will you please return to the party? The 'stepped outside for a cigarette or two' excuse only works for a little while, and you guys have been missing for almost an hour!" He smiled good-naturedly, and I remembered once again that I was marrying the most wonderful man in the world. 

Grinning sheepishly, his best man close behind me, I took my place as bride-to-be at my lover's side, and turned to face our future, secure in my resolve once more. 

After all, things always look better after a good lay.



Best Man



Author's note: This story is based on a report my wife claims to have seen on one of those "weird news" websites. I don't know if it really happened, since I didn't see it myself, but I'll take her word for it that it did happen.

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Nancy DiMarco lay back on the bed naked, trying to regain her wits, trying without success to push their hands and faces away from her body, trying to ignore the stabbing sensations of lust that were swirling through her body.

"Please, don't," she begged in a soft, hesitant voice.

"Relax, we can make you feel so good," whispered the man lying next to her on the bed, as he gently took her right hand and guided it to his throbbing-hard cock.

"Yes, let the feelings flow. You know you need this," said the soft feminine voice from her other side, the owner of which took Nancy's left hand and put it squarely on her dripping, clean-shaved pussy.

As if they had minds of their own, Nancy's hands began to subtly stroke the sex of the couple who bracketed her on the bed, even as they each worked a hand in her own bubbling pussy and as each had their mouths clamped on one of her breasts.

She knew she had to make one last-ditch effort to bring this to an end, to extricate herself from this before it was too late, and she lost complete control.

Nancy vaguely remembered lying down on the bed much earlier that night, seconds before she passed out drunk, but she didn't remember taking off her clothes and she had no idea when or how the couple on the bed with her had entered the room.

"Gary, please, what about Tom?" Nancy said in a pleading voice. "Isn't he your best friend? What if he finds out?"

"He's not here, is he?" Gary Meadows said. "What he doesn't know can't hurt him now, can it?"

"It'll just be our little secret," Tina Meadows said. "Maybe if he wasn't gone so much, you wouldn't be so frustrated. Come on, baby, let us give you what you need, what you want."

And before Nancy could object, Tina pulled her mouth off Nancy's left breast and kissed her fully on the lips, sliding her tongue into Nancy's mouth, and she felt a surge of lust when Nancy responded.

Nancy would never be able to remember the exact point when she surrendered to Gary and Tina, and her mind began to shut down.

But she was reasonably sure it was before the moment when Gary got up on his knees and fed his hard cock into her mouth, and Tina crawled between her legs and got her mouth on Nancy's hot pussy.

It had all started much earlier in the day, when Tina had called Nancy to invite her daughter Julie over to swim in their pool with the Meadows' daughter Mandy. The girls were both 6-years-old and best friends, and the couples were also quite tight.

Nancy didn't have anything else to do on a hot Saturday, especially with her husband Tom overseas on business. She'd felt her mood deteriorating into one of the deep funks that periodically plagued her, and she thought a day by the pool might lift her spirits.

So she'd gathered some things for Julie, a swimsuit and a change of clothes, and her own fairly skimpy bikini and had they had walked over to the Meadows' house.

While the girls frolicked in the shallow end, the adults – especially Nancy – sucked down several pitchers of mimosas, going through two bottles of champagne in the process. Tina then got Nancy to switch to bourbon, while Gary grilled hamburgers.

The drunker Nancy got, the more she expressed her frustration with Tom's lengthy absences. After a 12-year career as a cop, Tom DiMarco had decided to start his own security company, specializing in corporate protection and information gathering.

The company had begun to prosper in the previous 18 months, and that meant more work and more travel for the workaholic Tom.

Nancy loved her husband, but as a stay-at-home mom, she was lonely and bored, and soon began to take refuge in the bottle, as she was doing that day.

Tom had given Nancy the go-ahead to find a job, now that Julie – their only child – had started school. But she couldn't get motivated to get out of the house and actually look for one.

Nancy had done some swimming, then had sat around the house drinking and unburdening herself in a way she'd never done before.

Gary and Tom had been best friends since high school, they had been best man at each other's wedding and Gary's company had become one of Tom's biggest and most important clients.

A few years earlier, Tom and Nancy had moved into the same neighborhood, and the couples had grown even closer.

Tom had met Nancy while he was still on the city police force, before he'd made detective. He'd investigated an armed robbery at the store where she worked, and her big brown eyes had mesmerized him from the beginning.

Nancy was quite pretty, with smooth olive-tinged skin, a slender body and dark brown hair that she wore right at shoulder length. She and Tom had been married now for 11 years, and until recently there hadn't been any real trouble in their marriage.

In fact, trouble had been brewing under the surface for some time. Tom's only complaint about his wife had always been that she was somewhat fragile emotionally. Her moods often ran the gamut from unusually happy and energetic to deeply morose and despondent.

As a result, she'd always required a lot of attention, a lot of positive reinforcement from her husband, who had learned to read her mood swings and how to act accordingly.

But with Tom gone like he was, she wasn't getting that, so she'd been drifting into depression, taking refuge in liquor, and, on this night succumbing to a skillful seduction - bordering on rape - by the couple who were supposed to be their best friends.

Unlike the other three – Gary, Tom and Nancy – Tina Meadows wasn't from the city where they lived, but was from a well-moneyed family Back East. In fact, it was her father's money that had allowed Gary to start his successful brokerage.

Tina had a ravenous sexual appetite, she was very bisexual and very amoral. As a result, they had a very open marriage that included membership in a swing club.

And she had the sultry looks that attracted a lot of attention whenever she went. She had thick, rich blonde hair, a curvy body with fat tits that men had drooled over for years. Gary was also quite handsome, a little over six feet tall, and fit, with dark brown hair.

Gary and Tina had long cast a greedy eye at Nancy, and to a lesser degree, at Tom, who wasn't quite as tall as Gary, but was possessed of dark, curly hair and a winning smile that lit up his Italian good looks. His easy-going personality had been a boon to his business, as clients seemed comfortable with him, especially when his reputation started to spread.

It had taken a long time, and a lot of work, but when Nancy had started getting drunk that afternoon and complained tearfully about her loneliness, they saw their opportunity and jumped on it.

After dinner, Nancy had kept right on drinking, and Gary obliged by making her drinks doubles. At length, she decided to let Julie spend the night with Mandy, since she was really too drunk to get home.

With the room spinning, she had accepted Tina's offer to lie down on the bed in their guestroom. She'd been dressed in her shorts and T-shirt when she lay down, she was sure of it, but now she was naked, with Gary and Tina in full seduction mode.

Nancy closed her eyes and tried not to think about what was happening, what her friends were doing to her. She couldn't understand why they were doing this, why they were trying to get her to do something she really and truly didn't want to do.

But she couldn't seem to get her limbs to work, couldn't seem to gather her thoughts enough to mount a credible defense. As the lustful sensations kept rising in her body, her mind seemed to go blank and she seemed to give in to the feeling.

Gary turned Nancy's mouth to his and pressed his lips to hers, giving her a deep open-mouthed kiss that Nancy seemed to get into. Her hands seemed to pick up the pace, stroking Gary's rock-hard cock and caressing Tina's bald, dripping pussy.

Breaking the embrace, Gary looked over at Tina, and they nodded. They could sense the surrender in Nancy's demeanor, could sense that she was theirs to do with as they pleased, and they were ready to take their innocent friend on a trip to sensual depravity.

Gary got up on his knees on Nancy's right side until he was hovering over her head. He turned her face toward him, pressed the head of his cock to her lips and groaned lustfully when she drew him into her mouth.

As Gary began to work his cock slowly back in forth in Nancy's mouth, Tina lay down between Nancy's legs, opened them up as wide as possible and brought her mouth down onto the dark-framed cunt.

Tina clamped her mouth fully onto Nancy's sex, sucking the labia into her mouth, then slashing her tongue up the juicy slot. Nancy writhed under the skilled work of Tina's mouth on her excited pussy.

Nancy's mind may not have been willing to accept what was happening to her, but her body was on full alert, and she was on a fast track to a tremendous climax, in spite of her unconscious desire to not respond to what they were doing.

Her right hand slowly curled around Gary's butt, holding him to her as he worked his cock back and forth in her hot mouth. Gary had his hand on the back of her head guiding her mouth on his hot throbbing rod.

He had been anticipating this for a long time, ever since Tom had introduced them over 11 years earlier, when she'd still been Tom's fiancée.

He'd always wanted to show Tom's little bitch who the best man really was. It wasn't that he necessarily disliked Tom; actually he still liked his old friend. But he had a pathological need to have an edge over friends and acquaintances – in everything – and that was especially true with sex.

As he often put it, "a hard cock has no conscience," and he was convinced that he had the best cock in town.

Gary did have a little bit more cock than Tom, but not enough to really make a huge difference. However, he figured his experience – and the cocaine he and Tina had ingested earlier that night – gave him a decided edge over Tom.

That cock was getting close to meltdown from the wet softness of Nancy's mouth, while Tina's mouth was working harder and faster in Nancy's pussy, slurping up the welling flow of arousal that seeped from her hole.

Nancy was rolling and writhing on the bed as the sensations built in her body, fueling her subconscious desire for release. Her mind was a kaleidoscope of swirling emotions as the climax built to a white-hot intensity from Tina's lips, tongue and fingers in her soupy slit.

Gary was panting hard, Nancy was whimpering and Tina was humming as they approached the finish.

As Nancy tumbled over the edge in a flashing orgasm, Gary ripped his cock from her mouth, squeezed it hard a couple of times and exploded all over Nancy's face.

He hosed the brunette's eyes, nose, cheeks and mouth, painting his thick, white cum in hard ropes that streaked over Nancy's face. Nancy squealed in surprise and disgust at the hot discharge from Gary's cock, and an intense feeling of shame washed through her body as her climax abated.

But Gary and Tina weren't finished with her. Before she could even move her hands up to wipe the slimy cum from her face, Tina crawled up the bed, onto Nancy's sweaty body and methodically licked every bit of it off.

Tina filled her mouth with her husband's hot, tasty cream, until Nancy's face was relatively clean, then she lifted her head up, squeezed Nancy's jaw so that her mouth was forced open and snowballed all of the collected cum into Nancy's mouth.

Nancy whined in disgust as Tina fed the bitter concoction of Gary's cum and her spittle into Nancy's mouth. As soon as her own mouth was empty, Tina clamped her mouth onto Nancy's mouth and kissed her forcefully, compelling Nancy to swallow the mouthful of stuff.

Gary just knelt back on the bed, idly stroking his cock as he drank in the scene playing out in front of him. Watching Tina transfer his cum to Nancy was getting him hard again. He was ready to fuck his best friend's wife, and he knew his own lewd wife would be a huge help in that regard.

Nancy's mind was reeling from the perversion she was being forced to endure at the hands of this couple, but from her view, it was about to get worse.

Tina threw her blonde hair back as she climbed up onto her knees, straddled Nancy's head and lowered her dripping cunt onto Nancy's face. Nancy gave a startled sound of disapproval as Tina ground her crotch on the hapless woman's mouth.

Nancy had no choice but to lick and suck on Tina's red, swollen pussy, if she wanted to breathe. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she worked her lips and tongue on the hairless cunt that slithered over her mouth.

Tina leaned over the headboard, closed her eyes and reveled in the wickedness of the act. Certainly, she'd had better, from a strictly technical standpoint. But the mere act of forcing her friend and neighbor to suck her cunt lit the fuse on a powerful climax.

She squeezed her large tits hard and pinched her nipples as he orgasm rolled to the surface. She looked over through lust-lidded eyes at Gary, whose cock was already back to a throbbing, purple missile.

"Go on, fuck her," Tina hissed. "Give her your long fat cock. Take her like you've wanted to for so long. Show this prissy bitch who the best man is."

And Gary was ready. He crawled in between Nancy's legs, which closed instinctively in a futile effort to keep him out.

But Gary simply laughed as he forced them open again. His coke-lit eyes sparkled devilishly as he gazed down at the red gash at the junction of Nancy's legs, framed by the dewy black pubic bush. He held his cock at the base, fit the head to her opening and rammed it home in one deep plunge.

Nancy squirmed as she tried to get away from the assault. But she was firmly held to the bed, both by Gary's body – with his cock firmly embedded in her pussy – and Tina's legs. All she could do now was lie back and let it happen.

She thought she was going to get a respite when Tina pulled her pussy off her face. But it didn't last long, because Tina merely flipped her body around and re-established her position on Nancy's face.

Tina could feel a gargantuan climax welling to the surface from the whole experience, and she was ready. Gasping frantically, she shuddered hard as her orgasm ripped her from head to toe, covering Nancy's face with the juice of her climax.

Nancy's mind was a void by now, but her body was back on the track of another climax from Gary's cock sluicing back and forth in her trembling body. Little mewling sounds escaped her lips as Tina lifted her crotch off Nancy's face.

Gary was working in a slow, steady rhythm in Nancy's tight, creamy cunt. He placed his hands on Nancy's thighs, and Tina did the rest, grabbing Nancy's ankles and pulling her legs back to widen the target for Gary.

Tina's eyes shone with an unnatural light as she watched her husband plow his cock in Nancy's pliant pussy. A wicked thought occurred to her then, and she leaned back, planting her wet asshole squarely on Nancy's mouth.

"That's it, lick it, bitch, lick that hole," Tina snarled, her arousal mounting again as she held onto Nancy's ankles for dear life.

In spite of her revulsion, Nancy's tongue instinctively licked the pink, puckered hole that lay between Tina's butt cheeks, and her body was wracked with the spasms of imminent orgasm. Conscious thought was a thing of the past as Gary and Tina worked her sweat-covered body.

With a deep shudder, Nancy's climax hit her like a ton of bricks, ripping through her body in waves of sensation. Tina released Nancy's legs then as another hard orgasm exploded through her own body.

Watching the two women writhe in climax was more than Gary could stand. With a roar, he plunged his painfully hard cock as deep as he could and spewed another rocky cumload deep in Nancy's womb, filling her deep.

At last, it was over. Tina rolled off Nancy's body and slid down the bed to lie next to her. Gary's cock slithered out of Nancy's dilated pussy followed by a silver stream of semen.

Tina kissed Nancy's lips tenderly, and she whispered sweet words of encouragement, a far cry from the sounds of the sexual predator she'd been a few minutes earlier.

Nancy just lay there unspeaking and unmoving, her eyes closed as her mind tried without success to process what had just happened. Thinking she was asleep, Tina and Gary slipped out of the bed and left the bedroom quietly.

But just before they closed the door, Nancy clearly heard Tina laughing.

"Next time, I want you to fuck her ass," Tina said as they walked down the hall to their own bedroom.

------

Hours later, Nancy just stared at the ceiling as she lay on the bed in the Meadows' guest bedroom. Shame, guilt and revulsion coursed through her mind like a tidal wave at what she'd done with Gary and Tina.

Sure, they had taken her over her objections, but in some dim corner of her conscious brain, she knew she'd enjoyed it. That she could do that to Tom, the most loving husband a woman could have, well, it was too much.

She couldn't think about it, shouldn't think about it, and with each passing moment, her mind slowly, inexorably, shut the memory off, along with many of her other emotions.

As dawn filtered through the curtains in the room, signaling the arrival of Sunday, Nancy methodically got up off the bed. Carefully, she dressed in the shorts and T-shirt she'd worn the previous day, then slowly walked out the door, gathered up the bag she'd brought with her, and trudged back to her own house.

Once inside, she laid the bag containing her and Julie's things on the kitchen floor, methodically walked to the refrigerator, pulled out a bottle of water, opened it, took a big gulp, then sat down carefully on one of the kitchen chairs.

"My God, what have I done?" she whispered, and a few minutes later, she whispered it again, and again.

After she polished off the bottle, she trudged upstairs, took off her clothes and climbed in the shower. She didn't bother to wash her hair, but spent the whole time soaping her body, over and over and over, especially between her legs, trying to wash away the shame of what she had done.

It wasn't until the water turned ice cold that she shut the water off and got out. After drying off in a desultory fashion, Nancy dressed in a pair of shorts, T-shirt, ankle socks and her running shoes.

She didn't even brush her hair, but simply plodded back downstairs and sat back down at the kitchen table, staring at the wall.

She was still sitting there when Julie came in around noon. Tina and Gary had become concerned when Nancy wasn't in the bedroom that morning, more so when they called and got no answer. So Tina had finally walked Julie home and looked in to see if Nancy was all right.

She was relieved to see Nancy sitting at the table when she peeked in after Julie had gone in.

Tina was going to say something to Nancy, perhaps offer an apology for getting carried away the previous night, even though she really wasn't sorry it had happened at all.

Now that they had gotten to her once, she was anticipating drawing Nancy, and then Tom, into their circle of swingers.

But when Nancy looked up, and she saw the vacant look in Nancy's eyes, she was stunned into silence.

"Uh, I walked Julie home," was all she said, and she shuddered when all Nancy did was just nod her head absently. She turned then and fled the DiMarco home. Something wasn't right at all, but she had no clue yet what it was.

A few minutes later, Julie came in and said she was hungry. Nancy nodded, stood up mechanically and fixed her daughter a ham and cheese sandwich, with ketchup. She set the sandwich on a plate, scooted Julie's chair under the table and plodded to the bathroom.




Best Man



She sat on the stool for a long time after completing her business, just staring, and occasionally whispering, "My God, what have I done?"

Eventually, she got up and walked into her bedroom, lay down and dozed off for a little while. She woke up to the sound of Julie's voice next to her.

"Mommy?" Julie said softly. "Are you all right?"

That seemed to penetrate her conscious, because she held her arms out to her little girl, Julie climbed up into the bed and held her mother while Nancy cried hard, bitter tears.

Julie was way too young to understand fully what was going on, but she sensed that something was wrong with her mommy. She seemed so sad, so quiet, and Julie knew she needed comforting.

Eventually, Nancy cried herself to sleep, so Julie tiptoed out of the room and went back to her own room to play quietly.

It was still daylight, but getting late, when Nancy woke up. She lay on the bed, just staring, trying to get her mind to work. It was almost like she was drowning, and she was fighting to reach the water's surface, but she couldn't seem to quite get there.

Finally, in the crevasses of her brain, something seemed to give, and she could sense that she was falling into a mental void. And as she did, she seemed to come to some kind of decision.

With the last remaining shreds of her sanity, she picked up the telephone and dialed a familiar number.

Nancy's younger sister Rose Matthews was sitting on her front porch swing enjoying a tall glass of lemonade as dusk was falling, when her husband walked out the front door with the phone in his hand.

"It's Nancy," he said softly.

"Hey, girl, what's happening?" Rose said breezily into the phone.

"Rosie, could you come tonight and keep Julie for a little while," Nancy said in a robotic tone. "I have to go out."

"Well, uh, sure," Rose said. "But, I mean, where have you got to go on a Sunday night that's so important. Why do you need me? I mean, it's two hours to your place."

"I have to go out," Nancy said again. "Please?"

"Uh, sure, I'll be there as soon as I can," Rose said, as a five-alarm sense of dread roared through her brain.

"I'll wait for you," Nancy said dully, then hung up the phone without further comment.

Rose just held the phone, her mouth agape.

"What was that all about?" said her husband.

"I don't know," Rose said. "Something's wrong, something's bad wrong."

Suddenly, Rose was in a panic. She flew into the house, went up to her bedroom, grabbed a small overnight bag, threw some things in it, and headed downstairs to grab her keys.

Along the way, she explained to her husband about the strange nature of the call she'd just gotten, and that she had a bad feeling about her sister.

"OK, call me as soon as you get there," he said. "Rose, look, it's two hours to their place. I know you want to get there as quickly as you can, but you won't do her or Julie any good if you get in a wreck because you're speeding. Take a deep breath, try to stay calm and drive extra carefully. OK?"

"I will," Rose said. She kissed her husband goodbye, then gave her kids a hug. Then she was out the door and gone.

Nancy peeked in on Julie, who had managed to fix herself a bowl of cereal for supper and was back in her room working on a coloring book. Julie was so intent on her work that she didn't notice Nancy staring at her, a single tear rolling down her cheek.

Then Nancy walked heavily down the stairs and sat down at the kitchen table again. Her stomach grumbled, so she idly picked up a loaf of bread, opened it and methodically ate three slices, then carefully tied the bag up and set it in front of her.

An hour passed. Julie came down to show her mom what she'd been working on, and Nancy looked at it casually, nodded her head and resumed staring at the far wall.

"Mommy?" Julie said hesitantly.

Nancy looked over at her daughter with tear-filled eyes. She was trying so very hard to hang onto the one small shred of sanity that was left in her tortured mind, because her baby still needed her. With a supreme effort, she looked at Julie again and spoke.

"Sweetheart, go up and get ready for your bath," she said slowly and deliberately.

"Yes ma'am," Julie answered, relieved that her mother had finally spoken to her for the first time all day. She went upstairs, got her clothes off, and heard Nancy plodding up the stairs and into the bathroom.

Nancy managed to get Julie's bathwater fixed, laid her towel out on the commode and her night clothes out on her bed, then sat down on Julie's bed. She was still there when Julie came out, and she watched silently as the girl dressed herself for bed.

When Julie was dressed and had climbed in bed, Nancy stood up woodenly, then knelt down and gave her daughter a hug.

"I ... love you, pumpkin," she whispered.

"I love you too, Mommy," Julie said.

Nancy turned out the light, and trudged back down the stairs. Satisfied that her daughter was comfortable and would be taken care of, Nancy DiMarco let go of that last shred of her sanity.

She walked back into the kitchen, pulled another bottle of water out of the fridge, sat back down at the table, stared at the front window and waited for her sister.

As soon as she saw the lights from Rose's car and heard the sound of the car pulling up the drive, Nancy stood up, picked up the loaf of bread and the bottle of water, walked out the back door and vanished into the night.

------

It was Thursday, and a tropical depression had moved through the area, bringing heavy rain and moderately high winds.

Billy Smith, known on the street as Billy the Kid, had taken refuge in the public restroom that sat at the far end of the city park that snaked along a portion of the river which ran through the heart of the city.

He had managed to panhandle enough change to buy a bottle of Thunderbird, and the liquor store owner, who knew him well, had given him a second bottle for free in light of the weather conditions.

What little change he had left he'd used at the Korean's corner market across from the park on a couple of cans of Vienna sausages and some crackers.

He'd taken his meager provisions to the park to hunker down in a reasonably dry spot as nightfall had descended and the weather had worsened.

Billy wasn't a young man, and his leathery brown skin and rheumy eyes had seen much better days. He was sitting Indian-style in the doorway of his shelter, watching the weather and the flickering lights of the buildings across the river, while carrying on a conversation with the wind.

Suddenly, a figure trudged into his line of sight. It was a person, a smallish person who looked to be utterly unprepared for the weather. This person, who appeared to be a woman, was wearing a T-shirt and shorts; no raingear or any other protection from the elements.

As he watched, the person walked heavily against the wind until reaching the bench that overlooked the river. Then she sat down hard and her head slumped forward.

Billy felt a cold trickle of fear run up his spine as he watched the person on the bench. The only movement was from the head, which seemed to bob slowly up and down, like she was fighting for consciousness.

Something wasn't right here at all. It wasn't normal for a person, a woman no less, to be out in this weather in shorts and a T-shirt.

He hated the thought of getting out in the rain, but he couldn't just leave that person out there in this kind of weather.

Pulling the hood of his old Army fatigue coat over his sparse kinky gray hair, Billy walked into the rain to check on the person on the bench.

When he reached it, he saw that it was indeed a woman, perhaps in her mid-30s, and quite pretty, with dark hair plastered in wet strings over her face and down to her shoulders.

"Lady?" he said, putting his hand on her shoulder. "You OK?"

It was only then that the woman seemed to become aware of his presence, and he realized that she was shivering badly. And when she turned her head slowly and looked up at him, Billy recoiled as if he'd been shot.

The look in the woman's eyes was one he'd seen before, a long time ago, in the swamps and jungles of Vietnam. It was a look he'd even seen staring back at him from a mirror at points in his life, back when he had some place to live that came with mirrors.


The thousand-yard stare, they'd called it, and Billy could see that this woman didn't have just a thousand-yard stare, but a thousand-mile stare. She seemed to be mumbling something, but her teeth were chattering so badly, he couldn't make it out, and it didn't matter anyway.

Billy shook himself and did the only thing he could do. He unzipped his jacket, pulled it off, wrapped it around the woman's shoulders and led her up off the bench and over to his shelter. The woman seemed to just let him take her wherever he wanted, as if she had no free will of her own.

Once in the dry shelter, Billy had the woman sit down on the concrete floor against a wall. He gave her a couple of sips of his wine, which made her cough, then he insisted on giving her some sausages and crackers, which she ate ravenously.

She washed it down with a couple of gulps of the wine, and that seemed to bring a little color back to her skin. Again, the woman mumbled something, and Billy put his ear up close to her mouth to make out what it was she was saying.

But all he heard was, "my God, my God."

On closer inspection, he saw that the woman's skin was covered with scratches, scrapes, little cuts and insect bites, and that her clothes were torn and dirty.

"OK, lady, you gonna be all right now, ain't you?" Billy said. "You stay here, and I'm gonna go get some help. You just sit tight now, and I'll get somebody to come take care of you."

He hated to go back out in the rain, especially without his jacket, but he reasoned that the woman needed it more than he did. He walked as briskly as he could through the park, and had just reached the street that ran alongside the park when he saw a police car cruising slowly.

Billy waved his arms to flag the patrol car down, and the car stopped at the deserted curb. The driver's window came down, and Billy recognized the middle-aged officer as Burt Riley.

Most of the cops on the beat in this area knew Billy the Kid. He was relatively harmless, just another homeless wino that they occasionally had to run in for public drunk and-or loitering.

"Billy, are you drunk?" Burt said genially. "You oughta know better'n to be out in this kind of weather, especially with no coat. What's wrong with you?"

"Y'all gotta come," Billy said. "There's a lady, over where I done took shelter. She looks bad, fellas. She just wandered over to the bench by the river. She ain't right; I'm tellin' ya. Y'all come on."

"A woman?" Burt said, and he looked over at his partner, Yolanda Mitchell, who fished in the report book for the picture they'd been given two days earlier. "What's she look like?"

"White lady, kinda young, but not too young, dark hair," Billy answered.

Burt and Yolanda looked at the picture, nodded, then motioned for Billy to get in the back.

"Look, Billy, we're not gonna cuff you, so you'd better behave back there," said Yolanda, a 30-year-old black woman with stern eyes and a formidable build.

"How long y'all been knowin' me?" Billy said. "I ain't no criminal."

"Never mind that," Yolanda said, holding up a picture to show Billy as Burt put the unit in gear, flipped the lights on and headed quickly into the park. "Is this the woman?"

Billy looked at the picture of Nancy DiMarco, who had gone missing four days earlier from her suburban home.

"Yep, that's her," Billy said. "Only she don't look like that right now."

"I wouldn't imagine that she would," Burt said.

Nancy was still sitting on the floor where Billy had left her, her head bobbing and her eyes closed. The trio got out of the patrol car and walked up to her. As they approached, Nancy lifted her head, looked up at them, and the two officers had the same reaction Billy had had earlier at the look in her eyes.

"Mrs. DiMarco?" Burt said softly, as he knelt down and approached her gently.

Nancy just nodded her head slowly, and didn't resist in any way when Burt picked her up gingerly. Yolanda had produced a blanket from the back of the patrol car, and wrapped it around Nancy's shoulders. She escorted Nancy to the car while Burt asked Billy a few questions.

Satisfied by his response, Burt thanked Billy for his help, got in the car and they drove off to the hospital.

Nancy was treated for hypothermia, exhaustion, dehydration and malnourishment, and the worst of her skin injuries were treated. She was dressed in some scrubs, rather than a hospital gown, and placed under a blanket. She was sedated and given IV fluids, then taken to ICU for observation.

Tom had been in England, and was just waking up to begin what he'd hoped would be one of the last few days of his business there, when Rose had called in a panic.

She told him that Nancy had called her the night before, sounding very strange, and when she'd gotten to the house, Julie was in bed, still not quite asleep, and Nancy was gone. Julie had told her Aunt Rose how Nancy had been acting that day, and alarm bells had gone off in her mind.

Tom had immediately cut his business trip short, flown home and had been searching for his wife ever since. After the mandatory two days, the police had gotten involved, and cops from every precinct in the city and every sheriff's department within a 50-mile radius had been looking for her.

The doctors told Tom and Rose when they arrived at the emergency room that if she'd been out much longer, she may well have died of exposure.

It was three days later when the doctor treating her case called Tom aside and gave him a blunt assessment of his wife's condition. By then, Tom had figured out that something was very wrong with Nancy. She was all but unresponsive, and totally uncommunicative.

"Physically, she's fine," the doctor said. "As far as that goes, she can go home right now. But there is something profoundly wrong in her mind. She's in the grips of a very severe psychosis that is way beyond my expertise. I think something has happened to trigger this episode, but we won't know until she comes around."

He gave Tom a referral to one of the city's leading psychiatrists, shook Tom's hand, wished him the best and moved on to his next case.

Tom looked in on his wife, lying peacefully on the bed asleep, an IV still attached to her arm. He felt the room spinning and he had to sit down, and when he did, the strain of the past few days hit him then and he burst into tears.

He didn't know it yet, but he was about walk into a six-year long battle with Nancy's mental illness. She would be in and out of mental institutions on a regular basis, while the psychiatrists tried to find the key to unlock the closed door to her mind.

Along the way, she would be diagnosed as severely manic-depressive, which had heightened her condition. She would seem to level out for awhile and appear sane, only to give up on her medication, fall right back into madness and land back in the hospital.

It took four years for the doctors to get to the cause of her initial psychosis and it wasn't until another two years passed before Nancy finally accepted the need for the medications that would keep her condition under control that she came home for good.

But Nancy DiMarco was an emotionally scarred woman, and she would be a virtual recluse for many years, only going out when in the company of Tom or Julie.

During this time, Tom divested himself of his overseas business and concentrated on his domestic clients, and he devoted as much time as he could to the care of his wife and the raising of his daughter.

Julie grew to be a good girl, quiet, studious and very smart, and his friends Gary and Tina Meadows were willing to let Julie stay with them whenever necessary. They felt like Julie was a good influence on Mandy, who was a little rambunctious, and the two girls remained best friends.

But even the best of friends can differ when it comes to love and lust.

------

Mandy Meadows stood in the front room of her plush townhouse in a quiet section of the city. She was looking intently out the window into the night, waiting for her lover.

She was dressed in a sheer one-piece negligee, blue to match her eyes. It covered, but didn't hide her plump breasts, with the fat areolas and the long hard nipples that jutted into the silky material.

Her fiancé, Brad Hayes, had bought it for her at Frederick's of Hollywood to wear on their honeymoon, but she couldn't resist showing it off for her lover, Todd Bellows.

Mandy felt her pussy creaming at the wickedly delicious thought of Todd's big fat cock, his rough hands and his hard body. But what turned her on even more so was the fact that Todd and Brad were supposedly best friends, and Todd was going to be the best man in their upcoming wedding.

Now 23, Mandy was supposed to marry Brad in a couple of weeks, but that wasn't enough to prevent her from having a late-night tryst with Todd.

For Mandy, fucking her fiancé's best friend was just business as usual. She'd been breaking hearts since she'd gotten her first boyfriend way back in sixth grade.

As she'd matured and become a sexual predator like her mother, she'd taken a special delight in stealing boyfriends – and later, husbands – away from other women. Her allure was hard to resist, and if she set her sights on a man, forget it, he was hers.

It had been that way with Brad. She'd met him at a social event her parents were hosting, and he'd taken a liking to her. She hadn't really been all that interested until she learned that he was head of his division at a computer software company, with a portfolio that was already in six figures.

She had come to like him, perhaps even love him – as much as it was in her capacity to love someone other than herself – so she'd said yes when he'd asked her to marry him.

Brad was a decent enough lover, with a nice thick cock, and the ability to use it, but when she'd met his best friend Todd a few months earlier, they both knew it was just a matter of time before she had him.

Mandy could never resist a man with Todd's bad-boy charm, not to mention his well-muscled physique. Just a few days after their first meeting, they had had a secret rendezvous at Todd's apartment, and had gotten together as often as they could.

Todd drove a delivery truck for a mailing company, and had opportunities to slip away during the day, as did Mandy, who worked in sales for the largest advertising agency in the city. When they couldn't get together during the day, they would meet at night, late, like they were on this night.

Earlier that night, Mandy had sent Brad home early, claiming she wasn't feeling well because it was her time of the month. Then she had showered, trimmed her pubic bush, slipped on the negligee and was waiting for Todd.

A few minutes later, she heard the roar of his motorcycle as he pulled into the parking lot. He strutted to her door, she let him in and they embraced.

"Hey, lover," she cooed when they broke. "Did you bring my favorite cock?"

"Absolutely, sweetcheeks," Todd answered. 

He held her at arm's length while his eyes drank in the vision of loveliness that was Mandy Meadows in near-naked fashion. She walked seductively into her bedroom and Todd followed like a bloodhound in pursuit of his quarry.

Mandy stood at the foot of her bed and ran her hands softly over her swelling breasts, then rolled her nipples between her fingers through the gauzy material of her negligee. Her pussy was gushing from anticipation as she watched Todd pull off his leather jacket, revealing his tank-top shirt, under which his muscular chest rippled.




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He pulled off his boots, then his socks and stripped off his jeans. His hard cock was already poking out the hole in his boxers. He pulled off the rest of his clothes and stood before her naked, a cocky smile on his face.

Closing to Mandy again, he kissed her again, fiercely, and ran his hands over her body, feeling her nipples respond, hearing the moan of desire in her voice. He ran his hand between her legs and fingered the dripping cunt he found there.

Without a word, he pulled the filmy negligee off Mandy's body, then pushed her back onto the bed. Mandy scooted back onto the unmade bed, staring up at Todd with the fire of lust in her eyes.

"Play with yourself," Todd said. "I want to see you work that pussy and get it ready for my cock."

Todd gazed down as Mandy worked her fingers up and down and in and out of her bubbling pussy, her hot pink lips framed by a well-trimmed patch of hair.

"Umm-humm," she panted as she stroked herself. She stared hotly as Todd stripped off his clothes, and felt the crackles of lust as he revealed his hard body to her.

His chest was well defined, and covered with a thick carpet of hair. His stomach was flat, leading down to an equally flat abdomen, which led to ... one of the finest cocks she could have ever imagined.

It was long and thick, but not grossly fat, and it stood straight out from a thick forest of dark curls. She propped herself up on her elbows as she stared at him in naked lust.

"You want this, don't you," Todd said as he climbed on the bed.

"Oh yes," Mandy said.

"You've wanted it from the very start, haven't you," he continued. "Tell me what you want, Mandy, tell me what you need."

"I want you to ... fuck me," she said. "I ... need it."

Todd lay down on top of her then, and kissed her hard. He slid his tongue down her jawline, down to her neck before moving down to her breasts. He slid Mandy's taut nipples into his mouth and nipped at each one with his teeth.

Mandy's aroma was powerful, and she was dripping wet from her cunt. He licked his way from one knee down her thigh and back up the other thigh to her other knee, as she squirmed and writhed in mounting passion. His cock was like a nuclear weapon, hard and throbbing, but he was in complete control.

Mandy could feel the waves of her incipient climax radiating through her body, if only he would just do something with her pussy. She was wild in her desire, frantic in her need, but Todd knew what he wanted, and soon he got it.

"Please, pleeeeeeze!" she cried. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard; fuck me like a slut! Fuuuuuuuuuck meeeeee!"

That was his cue. He got up on his knees between Mandy's widely splayed legs. He held his cock firmly at the base, but he wasn't quite ready.

"Show me how much you want it," he said thickly.

"Unnn, oh God!" Mandy wailed as she reached down and spread herself open, so that her angry pink insides were exposed.

Satisfied with her response, Todd pressed the head of his cock to her burning hole and slid it in all the way, slowly, but steadily. She wailed in ecstasy as he kept pushing his meat beyond the point where Brad usually bottomed out.

Todd fucked Mandy with long, powerful strokes, hitting her G spot with every full thrust of his cock. She was wailing and writhing under him as another strong climax began to build with the intensity of a volcano.

Todd hooked her knees with his elbows and leaned forward, so that her ankles were over her head, and let her have the full force of his long dick.

Mandy was close to a mind-blowing orgasm, and Todd could feel his control finally slipping away. Mandy felt her body go rigid for just a second, then she felt it hit her like a ton of bricks, a full-blown, full-body climax. Her body twitched and thrashed as it swept through her body like an avalanche.

And Todd was right there, seconds behind her. With a growl, he pushed forward one last time and spewed an ungodly load of cum deep in Mandy's womb. It was thick and hot and he filled her pussy to the brim.

He released her legs, and she instinctively wrapped them around his waist, trying to milk as much of his cum as she could. They kissed, hot and hard, the glow of hot sex still enveloping them.

At last, Todd's sated cock slithered from her pussy, and he got up on his knees. He looked down at Mandy, at her sweaty body, her sweat-covered chest heaving, her legs splayed open and her well-fucked pussy dilated from his cock.

Todd stepped off the bed, walked to the window and looked out, just musing, then turned back to Mandy.

"You think your friend – what's her name?" Todd began. "You know, the girl who's gonna be your maid of honor."

"Julie?" Mandy said. "What about her?"

"You think she suspected anything when she came over that day and saw me here?" he said.

"Nah," Mandy said. "And even if she did, she's not going to do anything. She's too much of a mouse to do anything like that; especially something that she knows would piss me off. We've been best friends all our lives, and without me ... well, she'd have no social life. I mean, honestly, would you go out with a shy little mouse like her?"

"I guess not," Todd said. "She's not bad looking, but you're right, I've seen doors with more personality than her."

"Oh, all the girls at the sorority used to laugh at her because she was so serious, about everything," Mandy said. "And I mean you couldn't carry on a conversation with her, because all she'd talk about would be crime and boring legal stuff. And you know her mom's crazy, don't you?"

"Really?" Todd said.

"Yeah, she just wigged out one night, walked out of the house and they didn't find her for four days," Mandy said. "It was almost funny, except that she spent a lot of time in the nuthouse. You hardly ever see her out. Which is just as well."

Mandy got up then to use the bathroom, and when she returned to the bedroom she found Todd on his knees with his legs slightly spread. He beckoned her to join him. She came and knelt on the bed in front of him.

Her eyes were expectant as he kissed her and cupped her left breast with his hand. He squeezed her tit flesh like he was working a big rubber ball, and she felt the sparks of pleasure from his skilled hands.

Todd broke the embrace and leaned over, so that he was propped up on his elbows, with his butt in the air. His semi-hard cock dangled between his legs. He looked up at Mandy with a triumphant air. She knew exactly what he wanted.

"Kneel behind me and lick my ass," he said. "Lick my hole until I tell you to stop."

Mandy eagerly knelt behind him and pressed her face in between Todd's butt cheeks. There was a musky aroma, a slightly sweatiness, but otherwise it was tolerable, and Mandy pursed her lips over his puckered hole and slithered her tongue over the tart flesh.

Quickly, she was laving his butt like a pro, and she was rewarded by a low groan from Todd as his anus relaxed and opened up to her ministrations. She could feel her pussy lurching and drooling from the lewdness of the act she was performing.

Mandy tongued Todd's butt for a very long time, 10 minutes at least, until Todd's cock was iron hard and pre-cum was pouring from the tip as Mandy stroked it slowly. Her own crotch was a lake of fluid from her pussy, and it covered her hands as she rolled her clit between her thumb and forefinger.

At last, Todd abruptly moved forward and rolled onto his back, his throbbing cock pointing to the ceiling. Mandy was panting as her arousal climbed ever higher, and she looked up at Todd with gleaming eyes.

"Suck me," Todd said, and she bent down and slid his meat between her lips. She took a little over half of him into her mouth and began to work her head up and down, swirling her tongue around the shaft as she sucked eagerly.

Todd placed his hand on the back of Mandy's head and gently, but firmly forced more of his cock past her lips. Mandy thought she was going to choke, but she was an old hand at this, and slowly the head of Todd's cock passed into her throat. She felt the wiry hair at the base of his cock tickle her nose as he held her there with all of his cock in her mouth, then he let her up for air.

Mandy gulped air in the brief seconds she was free of Todd's cock, then he pushed her head back onto his cock. This time he went all the way in much easier, and quickly she was taking all of his considerable length.

"God, you are the best," Todd said. "Swing around and straddle my head. I want to taste of your pussy."

Mandy complied eagerly, and she swiveled her body around so that her knees were on either side of his head. Todd reached up and grabbed Mandy's hips and brought her pussy down onto his mouth. He ran his tongue up her flooded gash then speared her angry red pussy.

His lips sucked her clit almost like a small cock, and Mandy shivered as her climax began to head up. She bent down and inhaled Todd's cock, sucking him to the root, and she worked her mouth up and down in obvious relish.

Just then, she felt Todd's tongue slide up over her pink asshole, and that sent her arousal climbing even higher. Todd licked all over her rosebud, and he lightly rimmed the hole with his middle finger, not penetrating, but just working the anal ring open slightly.

About the time she felt her orgasm coming to a head, Todd pushed her off his face. He positioned her over his hips, and instructed her to get her feet planted on the bed, so that she was squatting over his cock. He held his cock up at the base, and Mandy didn't need any instructions. She opened her labia, fit the head of Todd's cock to her hole and slid down the shaft, all the way.

Again, she didn't even get all of his cock in her before she exploded in a huge climax. Her body shook and shimmied from the waves of lust that roared through her body. She worked her pussy up and down on Todd's pole, meeting his upthrusts, while she clutched her breasts hard and threw her head back in passion.

Todd worked his cock up and down in Mandy's churning box, feeling the clutching and twitching of her steaming hot walls. He looked down and could see her pink asshole winking up at him, and he knew what he had to do.

He reached over and began to slide his finger over Mandy's anus, and slowly, easily, pushed it in.

Mandy was on a fast track to another huge orgasm when Todd abruptly lifted her off his cock and pushed her forward, onto her knees. He slid out from under her body and got up on his knees. He spread open Mandy's butt cheeks and dropped a big dollop of spit right on the pink starfish, then slid a finger right into her rectum.

Mandy clutched fistfuls of the sheet as she felt Todd fingering her ass. There wasn't the slightest hesitation in letting him have her ass, never had been. It was what he wanted, and what he wanted, she wanted.

Todd pulled his finger out and scooped up a generous amount of fluid from her dripping cunt, smeared that around the opening to her ass, then pushed two fingers in. With one hand, he worked two fingers in Mandy's ass, with the other he stroked his cock, getting it ready.

When he felt like she was opened up enough, he got up high on his knees, pressed the head of his cock to her opening and pushed. Slowly, but steadily, he pushed his cock into Mandy's pliant ass.

The scream of pain/pleasure that was ripped from her mouth as Todd thrust his cock up her ass was enough to wake up the dead.

The climax that ripped through Mandy's body from the feeling of Todd's cock invading her ass was beyond comprehension. Her body was covered in sweat as she hurled her hips back onto Todd's pistoning cock.

Todd looked through hooded eyes at the sweaty body under him, and the sight spurred his lust to new heights, and almost without thinking, he brought his hand down hard on Mandy's butt.

WHACK! WHACK! He spanked each of her butt cheeks hard, then did it again, and was gratified by the orgasmic squeal that was ripped from Mandy's lips.

"Who owns your ass, slut?" Todd said.

"Oh, God, you do," Mandy answered with a pant.

"And Bradley Boy won't getting any of it, will he," Todd said.

"No, God, no. Only for you. It's all yours," Mandy cried. "Fuck me, fuck my asssss!"

Mandy felt yet another orgasm crash through her body from the deep thrusts of Todd's cock in her ass and the hot pain of his spanks. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she felt him pick up the pace of his pounding thrusts.

Todd could feel the hot sizzle of his own incipient orgasm as it began to boil over in his scrotum. He gripped Todd's hips hard as he churned his cock viciously back and forth in her buttery ass. Sweat dripped from his nose onto her back as he felt his control finally desert him.

As Mandy felt a third climax fire off in her loins, Todd gasped and groaned as a white-hot explosion of cum burst out the end of his cock. He fired bullets of semen deep in Mandy's bowels in a staccato of hot cream.

Once his balls were drained of their load, Todd abruptly pulled his cock from her ass, and felt a thrill race through him at the sight of her gaping hole, from which a river of cum was flowing. He rolled Mandy onto her back, straddled her chest and forced his still half-hard cock into her mouth.

"Clean it!" he snarled.

Mandy didn't even have time to think about where his cock had just been. She just took it in her hands and licked all of the pungent juice from his cock, then sucked it all into her mouth, until it was as clean as it was going to get.

Her chest was heaving from the multiple orgasms, her mind completely blown, as Todd climbed off her body, and began fishing around for his clothes.

"You like this, don't you," Todd hissed. "You love being a slut, you get off on the thrill of fucking your fiancé's best man."

"Oh, baby, you are the best man," Mandy said. "You can fuck me any time you want."

"Might be a good idea if we cool it until after the wedding, though," Todd said as he dressed. "We don't want anyone getting suspicious, now do we?"

"Oh, Brad would never suspect a thing," Mandy said. "As long as I suck his cock and let him fuck me whenever he wants, he's happy."

"But not in the ass, right?" Todd said.

"Oh no," she said. "That's only for you."

Grinning broadly, he leaned down and gave her a deep soul kiss then headed for the door. Mandy just sighed contentedly as she heard the roar of his motorcycle as he drove away.

She couldn't wait to get back from her honeymoon so she could do this again.

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Brad Hayes stood on the rostrum in front of the altar, with his groomsmen fanned out behind him, watching the bridesmaids as they walked slowly up the aisle to the accompaniment of the pianist playing "Canon in D," by Pachelbel.

They were all gorgeous, mostly sorority sisters of Mandy's from the university. Well, no one had ever used the word gorgeous to describe Julie DiMarco, the maid of honor, but she was pretty enough, with sleek, dark hair that fell straight to her shoulders, luminous brown eyes and a slender figure.

Unlike the other girls who were standing with Mandy, she had stayed in school, going first for a master's in her chosen field of criminology and she was now currently a second-year graduate student working on a Ph.D. The others were either working or married.

There had been a time when Julie would have felt inferior around the caliber of beauties that stood in front of the altar, but she had learned from experience that what made a woman truly desirable was what was in her heart, not what was on the outside.

As she watched the procession file up the aisle, a small sad smile played across her face.

After Julie had reached her position, the flower girls came down the aisle, then the ring bearer. Finally, came the pounding chords from the great organ that rose high above the altar, the opening notes of the processional, and Mandy Meadows appeared at the back of the church on the arm of her father.

Brad just stared, a small smile on his face, as he watched his bride walk down the aisle. If the bridesmaids were gorgeous, then Mandy was simply spectacular. Her crystal blue eyes sparkled, her blonde hair was coifed majestically atop her head, her makeup was done perfectly.

And the dress was an absolute work of art. Some of the guys from her college days who were there had to stifle snickers at the fact that she was wearing a snow-white dress, but even they had to admit that it was beautiful.

It was made of the finest material, and the bodice was studded with inlays of real mother-of-pearl, revealing enough of her ample breasts to be enticing without being showy. The train trailed behind her a good five feet and the veil was of the most exquisite lace available.

Gary Meadows was doing some quick math as he escorted his daughter down the aisle. The dress alone had set him back over $7,000, because Mandy and Tina had insisted on having it tailored in Italy. The church, the reception, the limousine, the honeymoon – by the time it was all done, Gary was looking at a bill of somewhere just short of $35,000.

But if it made his darling daughter happy and kept his wife at bay, then it was all worth it.

At last, Mandy reached the altar, and stood next to Brad. She gave him her hottest look and he beamed broadly. He was the luckiest guy in town on this day, he thought with some amusement. It hadn't always been that way.

Brad had been an undersized linebacker in high school, a teammate of Todd's, where they had become close friends. He probably could have gotten a small-school scholarship to play football, but he tore up his knee midway through his senior year.

He'd landed on his feet, however, by using his natural smarts to get through junior college at the top of his class, which earned him a scholarship to the university. There he'd met a girl that he'd fallen in love with and thought he had a chance to marry.

But she'd ditched him unexpectedly midway through his senior year.

Undaunted, he'd finished with high honors, and went to work for a software company, developing and selling new programs. Not very glamorous, but it paid quite well, and he'd moved up the ladder nicely.

At age 30, Brad was already head of his division and on the fast track to the top of his company, and one of his clients was Gary Meadows. He'd gotten friendly with Gary, met Mandy at a social gathering at Gary's home and had asked her for a date.

They'd dated about eight months, during which time Brad fell quite deeply under Mandy's spell, and when he asked her to marry him, she said yes. They had now been together for 18 months, leading up to that moment when the minister read the vows, and they repeated them.

Brad then took the ring from Todd, and everyone who could see sort of oohed and ahhed at the size of the rock that Brad placed on Mandy's finger. Mandy then took the solid gold band from Julie and placed it on Brad's finger.

The minister then pronounced them man and wife, they kissed, then walked arm-in-arm down the aisle to the thundering sounds of the recessional and the applause of the assembled family and guests.

The reception was a catered affair, with a fully stocked, open bar. Everyone was mixing and mingling, hitting the bar and dancing to the band, one of the top club bands in the city.

Everyone was there. All the members of Gary's and Tina's families, their friends, Gary's top employees, civic leaders, ladies from the city's high society who were Tina's buddies, the upper echelon from the company Mandy worked for, certain members of Brad's family and the people in his company.

It was going to be one of the highlights of the summer's social calendar.

While the band performed, and guests danced, the photographer mingled with the guests and the wedding party, snapping photos of everyone there. As the day wore on, and the drinks flowed, everyone was getting into the festive spirit.




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Brad seemed especially happy, and he danced with his bride, then his mother, then the mother of the bride, who dry-humped his leg when she had him turned away from the crowd. As she did, she looked provocatively at her new son, a subtle look that suggested an invitation.

Brad just smiled, and gave Tina a wink when the dance ended. He shook his head in amusement as she walked off after their dance. Tina was still pretty, but the 25-30 pounds she had added over the years, and her tendency to drink too much, had given her figure a little puffiness that wasn't all that attractive any more.

At the second break, Mandy went up to the microphone, quieted the crowd and asked for the guests to sit in their seats for a few minutes. When the crowd was quiet, she spoke, and there was emotion in her voice.

"I just want to thank everyone for coming today," she said. "This has been the happiest day of my life, and it's all because of the love and kindness you have shown by your attendance here today. We love you and cherish you. Thank you so much."

The guests applauded, then went quiet as Brad walked up to the stand. Hardly anyone noticed the slight nod he gave to the left, nor did they see a figure slip quietly and unseen out the side door in response. Then he whispered in Mandy's ear.

"Would you mind going back to the bar and fetching me a beer while I thank our guests, please?" he said softly.

"Sure, baby, whatever you want," Mandy said seductively. When she'd walked out into the entry hall where the bar was located, he began his little speech.

"I second what Mandy has said here," Brad said. "I want to thank all of you for coming today and standing with me here. I'm sure this is a day we will all remember forever. As a token of my appreciation, and to let all of you know how I feel about today, I've left each of you a surprise gift. Everyone has an envelope taped to the underside of the chair on which they are sitting. If you would, please, I think now is the time to reach under your chairs and see what I've left for you. Thank you."

While the guests were preoccupied with looking under the chairs and pulling the envelopes free, Brad quietly slipped out the stage door, but not before nodding to the man operating the band's soundboard.

Just outside the door, the chauffeur waited with the back door of the limousine open, and his parents were standing beside the vehicle. Brad quickly hugged his mother and kissed her, shook his father's hand and climbed in the back seat, joining the person who had slipped out a few minutes earlier. The driver shut the door, got behind the wheel and the limo pulled away, headed for the airport.

Brad left behind sheer pandemonium. As the sounds of Mandy and Todd having sex filled the reception hall, guests were staring either in lust or disgust at the contents of the envelopes they'd found under each seat.

Each envelope contained a printout of a very clear and very explicit picture of Mandy and Todd – the bride and the best man – in a variety of positions. There was Mandy on her knees with Todd's cock in her ass, Mandy with her face buried in Todd's ass, Mandy on her back with Todd's cock slamming her pussy.

The date and time on the images, which indicated when the photos were taken, were from the night two weeks earlier, the most recent rendezvous between the illicit lovers. 

At first, Mandy didn't quite know what was going on, but when she walked in the hall with Brad's beer, heard the sounds from the PA system and was confronted with either outright laughter or embarrassed gasps, she knew.

The cup of beer fell from her suddenly lifeless hand, spilling all over her expensive wedding gown, her hands went to her face and the blood completely drained from her face.

Then she saw a Keystone Kops routine unfold before her eyes. Her father was dashing frantically to get to the soundboard to turn off the tape that had been playing. She saw Todd racing down the hall and out the door, only a couple of steps ahead of her mother, who was screaming a steady stream of drunken invectives at him. And she saw Tom DiMarco standing in the corner laughing his ass off.

It was too much. She fainted away, and only quick thinking by one of her bridesmaids who happened to be walking up to her kept Mandy from injuring herself. She and another bridesmaid managed to get Mandy to the changing room, where they laid her down on the couch. Then they walked out laughing.

Twenty minutes later, it was all over, and everyone had decided that leaving would be a prudent gesture. Tina Meadows had stalked back to the changing room to confront her daughter, and the band began quietly packing their gear, the members shaking their heads in bemusement.

Brad had been right. No one would ever forget this wedding reception.

Gary Meadows just sat in a chair, staring at the floor, stunned by this turn of events. He could hear Tina screaming at Mandy in the changing room, even over the clatter of the band as it was getting its stuff pulled together to make a quick getaway.

Suddenly, he sensed a presence standing in front of him. It was his oldest and best friend, Tom DiMarco. Only Tom had the most gleeful grin on his face that he'd ever seen on a person.

"What the fuck is so funny?" he said in a low voice. "This is no laughing matter. I just shelled out $35,000 for ... nothing."

"I think it's hilarious," Tom said. He was still smiling, but his tone and his countenance weren't the least bit mirthful. "What goes around, comes around, old buddy."

"What are you talking about?" Gary said.

"Come on, Gary, you can't be that dense," Tom said. "Who do you think snuck into your daughter's townhouse and planted hidden cameras in every room, stuck mini-microphones all over? Who do you think went through the tapes and culled out the very best images, and the juiciest sounds of them in action? Who do you think took the time to stick the printouts in envelopes and tape them to the chairs? Who do you think gave the sound tech the tape and told him when to play it? Who do you think did all of that? The Tooth Fairy?"

"But..." Gary said softly. Then he shuddered as he saw the look of sheer hate on Tom's face.

"Did you and Tina think I'd never find out about what you two did to Nancy that night?" Tom spat venomously. "Six years. Six fucking years of mental hospitals and psychiatrists, trying to unlock my wife's mind because of what you did to her. Do you have any concept of what it's like to have the woman you love stare right through you like she doesn't know you? Do you? Shit, it took a month before she could even say anything except, 'my God, my God.' She was so traumatized and felt so much guilt that it triggered a mental psychosis. It was four years – four years – before they finally broke through the walls she'd built up, before she finally remembered what happened and could tell them about it. She'd repressed it that deeply. The doctors all agree that what you did to her, and her reaction to it, sent her into a frighteningly deep depressive state. You raped her, you betrayed me, and my family paid the price. She's well now, and medication keeps her condition stable, but she'll never be the same."

"You've known, all this time, and you never said anything?" Gary said incredulously. "You've always been so friendly toward us. I don't get it."

"Gary, there is an old saying," Tom said. "Always keep your friends close, but your enemies closer. At that time, Nancy needed me, and Julie needed Mandy. And, I will admit, you were good to her, and kept her whenever I asked. So I bided my time, waited for the right moment, and when Julie told me what Mandy was doing with this clown behind her fiancé's back, well, I knew my time had come. Revenge, old boy, is a dish best served cold."

Gary just stared at Tom, who turned to walk out of the hall. But suddenly he turned back toward Gary. The best was yet to come.

"Don't worry, my friend," he said, grinning again as he looked at his watch. "Your slut daughter is about to be the least of your worries. Even as we speak, the FBI is executing a search warrant of your office building and your home."

"What!!" Gary jumped up, staring wildly at Tom.

"Of course, security is under strict orders to cooperate with the agents in every way and give them access to anything and everything that want," Tom said, knowing full well that Gary's company had contracted with him many years ago to provide the security for his building. Gary was just beginning to grasp the impact of that contract, but Tom cheerfully spelled it out for him.

"Yeah, I was amazed at how much evidence of wrong-doing can be accumulated from years worth of intercepted memos and e-mails, videotaped conversations in private offices, wiretapped telephones and mimeographed copies of letters and contracts," Tom said. "Of course, it always helps to have an undercover agent working in the upper echelon of your company, funneling information straight to the authorities. And it was very nice of you and your people to oblige by relentlessly cooking your books, laundering money to avoid taxes, engaging in insider trades, using dirty tricks on your competitors, and, of course, artificially inflating the stock of companies you were doing business with. By the time the FBI, the IRS and the SEC get through with you, it'll make Arthur Andersen look like jaywalking. Oh, here they come now. Well, I'm off. Can't have too much fun in one day. I'll give the missus your regards. You know, she really is a sexy little thing, even after all she's been through."

Tom was laughing insanely as he passed the two FBI agents who had come in the reception hall. They nodded at him as he passed and they approached Gary. As Tom reached the door, he just heard them as they bracketed Gary and slapped the handcuffs on him.

"Gary Meadows, you are under arrest..."

------

The cell phone rang in the beach bag that lay at the foot of the blanket where Brad Hayes lay on his back tanning on the beach. He raised up, reached in for the phone, saw the number of the caller and flipped the phone open.

"Yeah," he said. He listened for a few seconds, spoke a few words, then shut the phone after thanking the party on the other end. He looked down at the woman lying on her stomach next to him, who was tanned and oiled and clad only in a thong.

"Done deal?" Julie DiMarco said as she looked up at Brad.

"Yep, it's done," Brad said. "The annulment was filed when the courthouse opened this morning. Given the evidence that was presented with it, my attorney's sure it'll be a slam dunk."

Brad lay back down on the blanket, brought his face close to Julie's and they kissed, slowly and softly, but with an underlying passion.

"So what about the ring?" Julie said when they broke the kiss. "How are you going to get that back?"

"Oh, she can keep it," Brad said. "Cubic zirconium doesn't bring much at pawn these days. I had the stone changed last week, and sold the diamond back to the jeweler. And I'm going to sell my ring. I don't want anything that will remind me of that devious bitch. Still, I have one regret."

"What's that?" Julie said after taking a sip of water.

"That we left before all the shit hit the fan," Brad said. "I'll bet it was some show."

"Oh, don't worry," Julie said with a chuckle. "I talked to Daddy last night, and he said he got the whole thing on video. He was going to burn us a copy of it on a DVD and send it to us FedEx. Should be here sometime tomorrow afternoon."

"Wonderful," Brad said. "So how's your mom?"

"Daddy said she was as buoyant as he's seen her in a long time," Julie said.

"I'll bet. After all this time, to see justice done must have made her day," Brad said. "Did you know what they did to her?"

"Not for a long time," Julie said. "I kind of suspected something once I went to college. I thought it was odd that Mom never went with us to their house when they had parties that we were invited to. Never. And Dad never went over there alone. It was only for parties, or to take me back and forth to visit. I started to sense that he was putting up a front where they were concerned, making nice for their benefit. And that's pretty much the way it was."

"When did you find out?" Brad said.

"After I saw Mandy and Todd together, I told Daddy," Julie said. "I had to tell him. I just couldn't let them continue to make a fool out of you. That's when he sat me down and told me the whole story. I can only imagine how much strength it took for him to hide his feelings all these years, pretending to be their friend, not knowing if he'd ever have a chance to make things right."

"It must be hard for him to have to take care of a wife who is constantly battling mental illness, while at the same time raising a child," Brad said.

"You know something?" Julie said. "Daddy has never once complained about having to take care of her. He loves her so much, and I think when Mom realized that he still loved her after he found out about what happened, it really started her on the road to recovery."

Brad just looked out at the blue water of the Atlantic, listened to the sounds of the surf and shook his head at the twists and turns life had thrown him. He'd been in love with Mandy, until Julie and Tom had confronted him with the evidence they'd gathered about her relationship with Todd.

But out of the seeds of disaster, he'd finally found a woman who truly wanted him, for him, and not for what she could get out of him. Once they had gotten to know each other, it hadn't taken long for them to realize that they were about as compatible as two people could be, to realize that they could love each other. 

He'd never met a woman as real and as down to earth as Julie, and he'd been ecstatic when she agreed to come to the Caymans and share his "honeymoon."

As for Julie, she still had trouble believing that Mandy had cheated on a man like Brad. He was so nice and easy-going – just like her – and he was the most honest man she'd ever met.

She and Mandy had been lifelong friends, but they'd drifted apart just a little, as Julie saw more and more of what Mandy was like. Then when she listened to the tape, and heard the things Mandy had said about her, that was the last straw.

After what she'd seen and heard them doing, she had no qualms at all about stealing Brad away from Mandy. It served her right, and it was payback for all the guys Mandy had stolen from other girls during her high school and college days.

"Speaking of recovery..." Julie said as she raised herself up off the blanket, reached over and squeezed Brad's rapidly stiffening cock.

Brad just looked over at the beauty next to him, the enticing lips, the perky nose and the small, but delectable A-cups that sat on her chest, the brown nipples jutting out stiff and inviting.

They kissed again, harder and with more urgency this time, their tongues doing a dance in each other's mouth. As they kissed, Brad gathered her in his arms and they embraced, feeling the now-familiar feelings of lust swelling between them.

They were panting when they broke the embrace. No words were needed. They quickly stood up, gathered their things and headed back to the nearby beach cottage where they were staying – courtesy of Gary Meadows, who had paid for the house in advance.

Those from high school and college who thought they knew Julie DiMarco would have been struck dumb by the casual way she walked back to the cottage topless, her little titties jiggling invitingly. But then there were a lot of things that people – especially Mandy – didn't know about Julie.

Behind her quiet, conservative outside was a passionate woman who knew a thing or two about how to love a man. She'd had a couple of serious relationships in her past, and, yes, her heart had been broken before.

That's why she empathized with Brad, why they'd hit it off so well. After waiting long enough to be pretty certain about their feelings for each other, they had finally consummated their relationship at the hotel near the Miami airport Saturday night, and had spent much of the day Sunday at the cottage in the bedroom making love.

This time, they didn't even make it inside the house. As soon as they entered the gate to the fenced-in patio that led to the beach, they gave themselves a quick spritzing with the outdoor shower to clean the sand off their bodies.

They were standing under the tepid water, kissing hard with their bodies sliding together. Brad ran his hands up and down Julie's tight little body, and she caressed his back with her hands.

Quickly, Julie slipped her hands under the waist of Brad's swim trunks and slid them to the ground. His cock flipped out hard and ready, and she stroked it softly. Seconds later, Brad slid the thong off Julie's delightful little butt, squeezing her cheeks as she stepped out of her scrap of clothing.

Brad shut the water off, then maneuvered Julie back to the heavy wooden table that sat in the middle of the patio, their mouths working together in swelling passion.

Julie climbed up on the table, propped her feet up under her, leaned back slightly so that her dripping-wet pussy was on display for her lover. Brad sat in the cushioned chair, leaned in, spread open Julie legs and plunged his face into her crotch.

Julie laughed lustfully as Brad got his whole mouth on her sex, sliding his tongue up the groove of her pussy before ending with a flourish at her clit, which was starting to peek out of its little hood.

"God, you've got such a pretty pussy," Brad said, and he wasn't just flattering his lover. Julie had a nicely defined set of lips with a dark, well-trimmed bush that matched the hair on her head.

Brad took a couple of gulps of air, then went back to work between Julie's legs. He licked, kissed, sucked and fingered her gushing gash, and Julie was laid back writhing on the table in swelling lust.

She looked down her body, with the sun gleaming off her still-oily body, staring at Brad as he worked his mouth on her cunt. Brad stared back, and felt a thrill run through his body at the smoky look she was giving him.

Julie was gasping at the waves of pleasure that were mounting in her body, the sensations radiating from her pussy from Brad's skilled work with his mouth. But she wanted more. Why it had been 12 whole hours since Brad had last fucked her, she thought with amusement.

"Fuck me, Brad," Julie panted. "Fuck me right here under the sun."

Brad was ready. He pulled his face away from Julie's crotch, stood up, lined the head of his cock up with the opening to Julie's pussy and slid past her gates. They both groaned in pleasure as Brad slowly pushed his cock in to the hilt.

In seconds, he was working his cock back and forth in a steady rhythm, leaning over slightly, so Julie could get her hands on his back to work with him.

As if it wasn't enough that they were compatible in every other way, they had both been astounded the first time they'd fucked to discover that Brad was a perfect fit in Julie's pussy. He bottomed out right at the point where their pubic patches commingled.

And Brad was blown away be just how tight and muscular Julie's cunt was, far more so than Mandy. Of course, he knew now that other cocks besides his were stretching Mandy's pussy out.

Nevertheless, he'd quickly learned that Julie had amazing muscle control of her lower abdomen, which she jokingly attributed to lots of sit-ups. But she also ran three miles almost every day, so she was in tremendous condition, and she brought that fitness to her lovemaking.

Brad was happily churning his cock in Julie's pussy, and she was just as happily working her hips up to meet his incoming thrusts. She couldn't get enough of Brad's hot hard cock, and the sensual way he used it to maximum effect.

She was on a fast track to a furious climax, one that had been brewing all morning. She'd taken her morning run on the beach, then they had gone down to get some sun and enjoy the day, and all of that had gotten her fires stoked to a white-hot pitch.




Best Man



Gasping and mewling quietly, Julie felt the sensations coming to a head, building more and more intensity as Brad kept his cock working at an even pace.

"Oh, Brad, I'm c-c-coming," she cried, and as she did she felt it burst through her like fireworks. She clutched at Brad's back while he kept his cock still as she gripped him tightly in her passion.

As soon as Julie's shuddering subsided, Brad slid his rock-hard, throbbing cock from her cunt. He shivered as he saw the shine of their dripping lust that basted his shaft. He sat back on the chair, and Julie jumped off the table to join him.

Brad held his cock tightly in his fist, aiming it at the sky, while she straddled his hips. Julie gripped his shoulders while she slid her pussy down his cock, her eyes closed in reverent lust.

"Oh baby, you are the best," Julie whispered, and she meant it. She'd never had a man who had loved her like this, who made her feel the things he was making her feel.

They were getting electric jolts from the way Julie's sweaty, oily body was slithering over Brad's equally sweaty, oily body, from the way they kissed deeply, ravenously, as she worked herself up and down on his cock.

Brad's hips were working up and down, driving his cock deep into Julie's womb, as sparks of pleasure crackled between them. Their arms were wrapped tightly around each other's backs as they hurtled toward a huge mutual climax.

Soft gasps of pleasure escaped Julie's lips and hard grunts of exertion were ripped from Brad's mouth as the couple fucked themselves in to a frenzy of lust.

Up and down, up and down, Brad and Julie could feel the sizzle that told them they were getting close.

Brad was gritting his teeth trying to hold back the climax that was boiling over in his scrotum, and Julie's eyes were squeezed shut as another climax built up steam in her hard core.

At last, Brad hit that one stroke that pushed him over the edge. With a choking cry, he lurched upward hard one final time before spewing a volcano of cum deep in Julie's cunt.

At the same moment, Julie slammed her hips down hard on Brad's midsection as her orgasm flowed like hot lava.

"Oh, baby, give it to me, give it all to me," she cried softly. "Fill me up, baby."

For long minutes, Brad and Julie clutched each other as their passion ran its course, as they kissed tenderly in the warm afterglow of their sex. Finally, Brad's cock wilted to the point where it slid out of Julie's pussy, followed by a hot stream of spent cum.

Julie laughed suddenly as a thought crossed her mind.

"I wonder if I should send a thank you card to Mandy," she said. "You know, tell her thanks for being such a slut that you threw away the best man around so I could grab him."

"Yeah, or how about just send her a post card," Brad said, chuckling. "Write on there, 'wish you were here.' I'll bet she'd piss her pants if she got something like that."

"Oh well, enough about her," Julie said. "I've got better things to think about. Come on, let's get cleaned up and go explore this island."

Getting up stiffly from the chair, Brad and Julie wrapped their arms around each other's shoulders as they strolled inside for a much-needed shower.

It was going to be a wonderful week.

------

Tom and Nancy DiMarco were relaxing in the sunroom of their home, watching the sun set at the end of a glorious spring day.

Nancy was curled up on the sofa next to her husband, who had his arm around her shoulder and was playing idly with her short hair, which was now mostly silver with just a few dark flecks remaining.

"Your baby was a beautiful bride today, Thomas," Nancy said, looking up into Tom's eyes.

"Yeah, so much love there," Tom said. "We're very lucky. She's turned out to be a fine young lady, and I think she chose well."

"He reminds me of you," Nancy said softly. "Same inner strength, same loving nature. I think they're going to have a long, productive marriage."

Nancy laid her head on Tom's chest as she thought back over the 29 years she and Tom had been married – the heartaches, the tragedies, the difficulties and the triumphs.

This day had been one of their victories, the day their only child married the man she loved, and who truly loved her.

In stark contrast to the excess that had been the hallmark of his abortive first wedding, almost exactly a year earlier, Brad's wedding with Julie was an understated affair, held in the small Catholic church adjacent to the university where Julie was working while she completed work on her doctorate.

Julie had worn a tasteful, modestly priced dress, Brad had worn his best suit, and the reception had been held in the church's fellowship hall, with light hors d'oeurves, beer and champagne.

And the rings they had exchanged were a matching set of white-gold bands with their name and the date of their wedding etched on the inside. Brad had been willing to buy Julie a ring with a diamond like Mandy's – a real one – but Julie had said no. She wanted something simple.

Afterward, the happy couple had taken off in Brad's convertible for a small honeymoon trip, with no plans, no set itinerary and no cares in the world.

As the sun slid into the horizon and darkness began to fall, Nancy felt the swell of lust rising in her belly. She knew how very lucky she was to have a man like Tom, who had endured so much on her behalf.

He had stayed loyal to her through her six-year battle with mental illness, he had helped her maintain her equilibrium – which wasn't easy – and he had stayed true to her through the years following her final return home, when sex between them was very sporadic.

Nancy had actually been afraid of sex at first. The images of that night with Gary and Tina caused her to awaken some nights in a weeping fit of emotion. 

Once she finally got over her fear, she wasn't very responsive, giving her body to Tom because he was her husband and she loved him, but without much enthusiasm.

Slowly, ever so slowly, over the years that followed her final discharge from the hospital, Tom had patiently rekindled her desire. Although it was difficult, Tom finally got Nancy to an orgasm, got her to give herself to him as much as he was giving to her.

But up until the night after Mandy Meadows' disastrous wedding, when Tom had finally settled the score with Gary, there had been one thing she still wouldn't do with Tom. She still had a deep-seated distaste for oral sex, both giving and receiving.

The thought of sucking Tom brought back the awful memories of Gary pushing his cock into her mouth, then shooting his cum on her face. And the thought of Tom sucking her dredged up images of Tina putting her mouth to her pussy, then tasting herself on Tina's lips.

However, the night of the debacle at Mandy's reception, after Tom returned home in an ebullient mood, she had let him go down on her, and he had rewarded her with four spectacular orgasms before he finally mounted her and fucked her to another screaming climax.

Somehow, that seemed to bring Nancy a kind of serenity. She had not had a manic episode since that time, and the previous year's sex had been better than it been in decades. Now she was ready to go a step further.

Excusing herself, she left Tom sitting on the sofa watching the last dregs of daylight fade into darkness. He thought then about the day he'd learned about the betrayal he'd suffered at the hands of Gary and Tina, and everything that had followed.

His initial reaction had been homicidal, and he'd have cheerfully killed both of them without a moment's remorse. But Nancy's doctor had seen the look in his eye, and had sternly told him that his family needed him at home, not in jail.

So he had done nothing then, but he had vowed that day that he would utterly destroy them both, and anyone who got in the way, no matter how long it took. And he had succeeded beyond his fondest hopes.

Gary had bonded out of jail and was still awaiting trial on the charges facing him. His attorney was claiming entrapment and putting forth the Enron defense, arguing that Gary had been a figurehead who didn't know what his subordinates were doing.

But Tom had seen the evidence, and he knew Gary had always been in it up to his eyeballs. The man was guilty as sin, and he faced lengthy prison time if convicted. Regardless of how the trial turned out, however, he would be facing it alone.

Tina had left him two months after the wedding fiasco, they had divorced and she had moved back to her home in the East, essentially tucking her tail and running to escape the scorn of her acquaintances.

Tom had caught a glimpse of Tina six months earlier at a mall, not long before she left for good, and he got a grim satisfaction out of the fact that she'd packed on at least 30 more pounds and was now almost obese.

She'd have a hard time slutting around in the big city with a body like that, Tom thought gleefully.

Mandy had lost her job, and she had fled the area quietly for parts unknown. Her company's rationale for firing her had less to do with moral turpitude and more to do with the fact that her sullied reputation made her an ineffective salesperson.

Tom had heard rumors that she had shown up recently in some porn videos, but he didn't know if that was true or just malicious gossip. He almost felt sorry for her, since being raised by Gary and Tina had given her almost no chance of growing up to be a decent person.

But then he remembered the way she'd ridiculed his daughter, the way she'd used Brad, the way she'd broken up more than one marriage, and his sympathy pretty much evaporated.

Even Todd Bellows didn't escape justice. Six weeks after the wedding, he had picked up a strange woman at a bar he frequented and took her back to his apartment, where she spent the night.

The next morning, she turned up at a nearby police station with a bruise on the side of her face, bite marks on her neck, breasts and thighs, ligature marks on her wrists and ankles, and evidence that she'd been assaulted both vaginally and anally.

When police searched his apartment after his arrest for sexual battery, they found a sizable quantity of crystal methamphetamine, two stolen pistols and a large wad of bills, mostly 10s and 20s.

Todd insisted that the sex play was consensual, that he'd never hit the woman, and that the drugs, guns and cash had been planted. Indeed, the woman's background was a little sketchy, and Todd had tested clean for meth.

But the prosecution turned up a couple who claimed to have bought drugs from Todd, Brad and others had testified to his deceitful nature, and the physical evidence proved damning.

In the end, it was enough, and Todd was convicted of possession of a controlled substance with intent to distribute and sexual battery. He was sentenced to 15 years to life on the drug charge and 5-10 years on the battery conviction.

Yes, it couldn't have worked out any better, Tom thought to himself.

Suddenly Tom was jolted back to the present by Nancy's return from upstairs, and when he saw her, his eyes nearly bugged out of his head. It was his wife, all right, but not the wife he'd grown accustomed to seeing.

Nancy was dressed in a white peignoir, skimpy panties and high heels. She was quite well made up, including bright red lipstick. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she slowly turned her body to show herself for her husband.

"Wow!" Tom exclaimed. "What brought this on?"

"You," Nancy said. "This is just part of my way of thanking you for being you. Not many men would have stood behind me all these years, putting up with what you had to endure. I love you so much, Tom, and I want to thank you properly. Julie went with me to pick this out. She said you would like it."

"She was right," Tom said. "I do, very much. You are still the sexiest woman I know."

Smiling broadly, Nancy knelt on the floor, spread Tom's legs, and moved in to unbuckle his belt and unfasten his pants. She pulled his pants down and off, and gave a lustful hiss as his cock bounced up hard and ready.

As Nancy softly fondled his dick, Tom unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, then lay back on the sofa naked. He looked down at his wife, and saw that her eyes were closed in near-reverence as she brought her face close to her husband's cock and inhaled his aroma.

Grasping his cock at the base, Nancy tentatively licked at the shaft, getting more and more with each swipe of her tongue. Finally, she painted Tom's cock from the base to the underside of his crown with her wet tongue, then pressed her lips to his shaft and worked them up and down.

"You didn't forget how to do that, did you," Tom said softly.

"Like riding a bicycle," Nancy answered, seconds before opening her mouth and sliding her lips over the head of Tom's cock.

She took about half of him in her mouth, then pressed her lips on that spot. She bobbed her head up and down a few times, swirling her tongue around the head, then pulled her face away to admire her work.

Their eyes met and they laughed softly as they gazed at the red ring of lipstick on Tom's now-rock-hard dick. Nancy's hands softly hefted his balls with one hand while lightly stroking his shaft with the other.

"I want to taste you," Nancy whispered.

It had been 18 years since she'd given her husband a blowjob, since the day she had sucked him off on the ride to the airport for the fateful trip that would end with him flying home desperately after her disappearance. She now realized how much she missed it.

She didn't want to waste any more time. Opening her mouth wide, she engulfed Tom's cock, sinking fully two-thirds of his length into her throat, deeper than she had ever taken him before.

As she used one hand to hold his cock upright, she slid the other hand to her skimpy panties, pulled the gusset away from her pussy and began to stroke herself in a hard rhythmic fashion.

Nancy hummed as her climax began to build quickly, far quicker than any she'd had in years. She was working her mouth briskly up and down on Tom's cock, working, working, working for the creamy reward she was now almost obsessed with getting.

Her hands were working in tandem with her mouth, one hand gently squeezing the base of her husband's cock, and the other sliding and plunging in and over her drooling cunt.

"Ohhhh, Nance," Tom panted as he gently thrust his hips up to drive just a little more of his cock into her mouth with each downward plunge.

He could feel his orgasm gaining strength, and he was filled with a boundless joy at the unbridled passion that was flowing from Nancy's mouth to his cock. Finally, this was the woman he'd married, the woman he'd loved for so long, the woman who had struggled so mightily to return his love.

Nancy's eyes were closed as if she was in a trance, concentrating all of her energy on giving her man ultimate pleasure. She was close, very close, and she reveled in the groans and gasps that were ripped from Tom's mouth.

As she shuddered with one of the most powerful orgasms she could ever remember having, Tom jerked his hips upward and let go with a king cumshot.

Nancy gave a muffled groan as the first hard shot hit the back of her throat, and she hummed in satisfaction as she drank every drop of cum that spewed out of Tom's dick. She savored the slightly salty taste of her husband's semen, a taste she had thought she would never want again.

At last, she had milked every drop of cum that Tom had to give her, and her own climax had bubbled over and was now subsiding.

Nancy smacked her lips and ran her tongue lustfully over those lips, smiling broadly as she climbed back on the sofa and melded herself to her husband's side.

"I love you, Thomas," Nancy said, as tears of joy filled her eyes. "I'd have never made it without you."

"Oh, I think you're made of a little stronger stuff than you think," Tom said. "But, I did it because I love you."

They sat there in silence for a few minutes thinking about how life had taken them on a harrowing journey through the wilderness, how it had tested them, occasionally tortured them, and how it had ultimately made them stronger, both as individuals and as a couple.

They knew they had to be ever-vigilant, because a condition like Nancy's never really goes away, but together – and with the help of their loving daughter and the new son they'd just added to their family – they fully expected to live rich, happy lives.

"Come on, sexy," Tom said then. "I think it's time I get you upstairs and get that thing off of you so I can fuck you proper."

"How about doing it with your mouth," Nancy said, with a sparkle in her eyes. "No hands allowed."

Tom growled as he stood up, bent down and picked his wife up from the sofa. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her upstairs to their bed.

You see, sometimes the best man does win.



Best Man



"Oh, my God!" Trace could barely contain himself, whistling at the leggy blonde strutting off the stage and toward their group. "She's fucking fine! I'll see you boys later!" He held out a couple bills, and the obviously enhanced stripper sauntered over to him, grinding her purple thong-clad pelvis against his knee as she took the money he proffered with her ample tits, smiling suggestively before whirling to present her rock hard ass and shapely legs. He got to his feet, following her toward one of the partitioned-off areas for a private couch dance. The matching purple heels were a nice touch, and most of the bachelor party was momentarily distracted by Trace's exuberance and the stripper's playfully provocative attitude before they disappeared.

"We picked a perfect night to come." Jared's grin was infectious, his eyes on the pair of girls intertwined near the catwalk. An unusually curvy Asian doll clung to a statuesque redhead, their bare breasts pressed against each other as their tongues mingled and hands roamed and caressed with abandon. "Avery? That brunette in the white thong is pretty hot. You'd better act now before that guy in the suit lures her away." With that, he got to his feet and hurried toward the kissing girls, waving a twenty at them and beckoning to one of the private dance areas. They paused, offering Jared a pair of sultry smiles as they clasped hands, then hurried off the stage to join him.

With a long sigh, Avery lit a cigarette. It was only a perfect night to come because he'd been warned by Trace, Jared's little brother, that the girls working the Sunday night shift weren't nearly as aesthetically pleasing. A Monday wedding seemed rather unusual, but Jared and Michelle planned to travel during the less popular days of the week to save a bit of money they could put toward having a stress-free honeymoon.

The trip back to Chicago had been filled with contemplation. Since returning to his hometown and best friend, Avery was dismayed with always seeming just on the edge of conversations with Jared and his crew, never quite able to ease into the rapid-fire, colorful discussion topics they bounced back and forth. They were young and smarmy, like a lot of guys their age in this area, and the differences between him and Jared brought about by simple geography were quite staggering. Ten years of California living had taught Avery a lot of patience, determination, and most of all, acceptance.

Somehow, Jared had made a life and name for himself without losing his impish charm along the way. Working for an IT upstart fresh out of high school and during college insured he was well positioned for a prime job offer once he graduated. The romance with Michelle surprised everyone who knew Jared, if the truth be told. It was clear he was a man well on his way to happiness and success that would undoubtedly support the All American Dream with ease. But the whirlwind courtship and announcement of their engagement only caused more curiosity among his family and friends.

Avery hadn't met the lady in question yet. He'd only arrived at O'Hare a few hours ago with just enough time to shower and change before catching a cab to Club Silk, one of the best strip clubs in town, according to Trace, and the reunion between the old friends had been as warm and exuberant as they dared with other young men looking on.

Avery had no cause to doubt Jared's rakish kid brother when it came to selecting a venue, given his age and level of nightlife prowess. Hell, the drop-dead gorgeous young man planned most of the bachelor party arrangements since Avery hadn't lived here for twelve years. Good and bad parts of town can change drastically, and he wasn't sure which place would suit their needs.

Trace was nearly physically identical to his older brother, with the same dark brown hair and startlingly pale blue eyes. But while Jared had a bit of poise and polish from a few years living on his own, Trace was wild and untamed. The general consensus was that Trace wouldn't make it through his freshman year of college because sitting in labs or classes all day was "way fucking boring."

The DJ switched up the tracks and "Fergilicious" began as the pretty brunette made another trip down the catwalk. She was tanned and toned, and Avery had to admit she was certainly one of the more realistic-looking and attractive girls he'd seen tonight.

"Man, you lost your chance!" Jared flopped onto the suede-upholstered chair beside his friend, leaning an elbow on the glass and iron edged table as the strippers he'd bought a dance from breezed past in a giggling cloud of glittering skin and perfume. "Those guys in the suits just bought her for like an hour."

"So are you ready for the rehearsal tomorrow?" Avery inquired, sipping his watered down soda. "I can't believe it. You're going to be married in thirty-six hours. God, where does the time go?" Avery smiled, a distant light in his eyes.

"She's so perfect, Avery. I can't wait for you to meet her. I feel bad you haven't already, but with our school schedules and all, we don't have the money or time to get out there for a visit, as much as we'd love to."

Avery nodded, brushing his unruly blond bangs from his eyes. "The real question you've got to answer is this: is she hotter than Brooke?"

With a comic groan and hand to his crotch, Jared fell back in his chair, laughing as he recalled his almost obsessive high school crush on Brook Nash, the cutest girl in their class.

"Oh, my God! Brooke is in a class all her own. Michelle's pretty in that old-fashioned porcelain doll kind of way. Brooke was a fucking goddess!"

A couple more girls paraded down the steps to circulate through the crowd. One of them, a delicate little thing with sandy blonde hair and big brown eyes, approached their table. Her breasts were small but perky, tipped with pale pink nipples that made Jared's mouth water.

"Hi," she chirped in a little voice that struggled to be heard over the music. "You guys want a couch dance?"

Avery pulled out his wallet and gave her a twenty, gesturing to Jared. "It's on me. Give him a great time, sweetie. On Monday, he'll be a married man."

Jared's eyes widened, then he grinned and got to his feet.

"... Oh, all the comrades e'er I had, they're sorry for my going away, and all the sweethearts e'er I had, they'd wish me one more day to stay, but since it falls unto my lot, that I should rise and you should not, I gently rise and softly call,good night and joy be with you all." The men at Timothy's finished in a boisterous chorus, then cheered, many coming over to clap Jared on his back or put another shot of whiskey before him. Timothy, tending bar tonight, smiled and handed Jared one last shot then announced it was time to clear out.

"Your parents must be so proud, Jared." Mr. O'Donnell smiled, coming over to shake Jared's hand with a vigor that belied his years. "Congratulations, lad, and we'll see you on Monday then." The old Irishman gave a nod to Tim behind the bar, then turned on a heel and sauntered out of the small pub.

"Church is off tomorrow, right?" Trace slurred the question as he slumped against Keith, one of his friends. "'Cause I'm going to have a wicked hangover in the morning."

"I think we'll be fine as long as we're there on time for the rehearsal." With a sigh, Avery finished his beer then slid off his stool to settle up before leaving. "You ready to go, Jared?" All but falling off the stool, Jared reached out to steady himself on the bar, struggling to retrieve his wallet from his pants.

"Forget it, Jared." Tim grinned, gathering up empty glasses. "On the house. But you boys best be on your way. Eve will have a right temper if you're late for rehearsal tomorrow."

"Thanks..." Jared's gratitude came out a bit slurred as Avery helped him toward the door, not too tipsy to realize the extreme danger of a pissed off mother to be.

Trace and company had been stealing sips here and there, but mutually agreed that they weren't tired and would go looking for some scary goth girls at a nearby twenty-four-hour coffee house.

A couple of Jared's friends made a point of emphasizing the lateness of the hour. In the end, Avery and Jared stood at a street corner, waiting for the cab Avery had called to show up.

"I don't know why Michelle wants to be all traditional about not sleeping together the last couple nights before we get married," Jared mumbled as warm summer wind swept his hair into dark tendrils. "I mean, my bed's more comfortable than any hotel."

"Well, it's her big day, too." Avery sighed, watching the cars whiz past with a pang of nostalgia. If things weren't going so well as in Cali, he'd be tempted to consider moving back here in a heartbeat. "And you know how big a deal this is to women. Just think about the honeymoon. It's going to be awesome."

He and Jared used to walk the neighborhood streets at night, sneaking cigarettes or the odd beer disguised in a fast food soda cup as they complained about school, pined for certain girls, and speculated where they'd be ten years from now.

Never in his wildest imaginings had Avery ever considered that Jared would settle down and get married. Even as they stayed in close touch over the years and shared victories and losses, there had been a youthful thread binding them that would soon be tangled in knots by the silk ribbons of love and matrimony.

"I got a really nice room," Avery reassured as their cab approached. "We can go get your things tomorrow. Will Michelle be around?"

"She's got a few last minute things to finish. I'm sure she'll be able to bring my stuff if I call and ask her..." he trailed off, lids heavy.

They offered a curt wave to the cab driver, and then slid into the back seat, giving him the name of Avery's hotel. The car lurched forward with a jolt, and Avery wished he could have driven instead.

The warm summer night was filled with college kids and club goers trying to walk off a bit of the last call overindulgence, homeless people looking for a spare bit of change, and some of the darker and more mysterious element, all of whom didn't seem to mind the lateness of the hour.

After seven years of conventional working hours, Avery wasn't able to handle the old nocturnal schedule he used to keep, and apparently Jared wasn't either. He was slumped against the door.

With the soft squeak of breaks, the cabbie pulled up in front of the luxury hotel, checking the navigation system to total up their fare. Avery handed him his card, then got out to catch Jared before he collapsed onto the elegant flagstone drive.

"Have a good night," the cabbie said in heavily accented English, gliding back out into traffic. Avery frowned, slipping an arm around Jared's waist. Jared was very solid, and though he was in perfect shape, there was still a lot of bulk to manage as he tried to help his friend stagger toward the revolving lobby doors.

"A few more steps, Jare. Come on. The elevator's right over here..."

"Man..." Jared choked back a bark of laughter. "People are going to get the wrong impression about us, Avery. Just so we're cool, I don't let anyone shove anything up my ass."

"Shut up!" Avery bristled, surrounded by polished brass, marble, and Vivaldi at a gentle volume as he tried to haul a softly sniggering Jared toward the brass doors. He winced as a pair of businessmen click-clacked up behind them in their obviously expensive suits and shoes, lifting their brows at Jared's babbling. "Bachelor party," Avery tried to assure. They weren't buying it and took a few steps back as the car's doors slid open. Avery hauled his friend inside just before they shut.

More Vivaldi, mirrored walls, and a padded bench awaited them, and Avery let Jared collapse backward onto the bench, catching his breath from the effort as he studied Jared's slumped form.

As far back as Avery could recall, he and Jared had always been friends. From playing in sand boxes or arguing over who got to go down the slide first, they had been thick as thieves. Their parents got along well, and only lived half a block apart. In fact, they'd met when the boys were still babies. Mrs. Marcus was out taking Avery for a walk in his designer stroller while Jared's mother planted flowers in their front flower bed. Jared was in a baby swing close by.

The Marcuses and McCalls had grown very close over the years. Jared's father owned a chain of successful mensware shops while Avery's father held a high-ranking position in a local bank.

Avery never wanted for anything, and while Jared wasn't quite as indulged, they still managed to be the best of friends.

If only Jared knew how hard this had become for Avery ... Frightened he'd end their friendship, Avery never confessed his confusing feelings of a love deeper than that of average friends, even when those feelings intensified during their last couple remaining years living moments away from each other. But it was a constant whenever they were together—a stabbing pain of both lust and shame he could never ignore.

When his father was offered a promotion in the form of bank president in Santa Barbara, the Marcus family packed their things, said farewell to their beloved Chicago, and Avery's life got a whole lot better, and a whole lot worse, all at once.

"All right." Avery heaved Jared to his feet, practically carrying his friend down the posh and silent corridor until they arrived at his room. Carefully, he propped Jared against the entryway, retrieved his key card from his wallet and unlocked the door.

"Okay, Jared. We're here. Can you get yourself to the bathroom and whatever else alone?" A mumbled slur was his only acknowledgement. Please don't make me do this for you, Avery thought as he closed the door behind them and turned on the lamp beside his bed.

Jared's T-shirt was rumpled, and his jeans hung low on his narrow hips. Avery let him fall back onto a bed. He fervently hoped a cool cloth would bring him around enough so he could get to the toilet and back to bed on his own.

Seeing Jared in person for the first time in two years had been hard. But seeing him sprawled out in all his nearly unconscious beauty was worse. Though Avery had taken a handful of lovers over the years, standing up at Jared's wedding would be one of the hardest and most heartbreaking things he'd ever have to do.

Returning from the bathroom with a cloth soaked in cold water, Avery hovered over Jared just for a moment to watch the soft lighting play upon his friend's face. His eyes were closed, long lashes making shadows on his cheeks. Lips slightly parted, he looked as if he were waiting for a kiss, not incapacitated by alcohol.

Every plane and angle of Jared's face was forever etched into his mind, but as Avery knelt beside the bed, one hand poised with the cloth, he studied the handsome man Jared had become.

"She's so lucky," he whispered, hesitating only a second before running the folded cloth across Jared's brow, watching intently as his friend's lashes fluttered. Even as he longed to lie beside him and just talk as they had once done, Avery got to his feet as Jared stirred. "I thought you'd be better off hitting the john before you totally passed out. You only rent beer, after all, and I wouldn't want you wetting the bed again."

Jared managed a weak smile, hoisting himself up to sit on the edge of the bed. "I'll never live that one down, will I?"

Avery went to his suitcases in the corner to find a T-shirt.

"Probably not. Night."

"Night," Jared mumbled, closing the bathroom door as Avery turned out the light.

Do you know how to tie a fucking Windsor knot?" Jared stood at the bureau, scrutinizing himself in the bright Sunday sunshine pouring through their room's window. "I hate ties. You'd think having a father who sold these damned things would make me get it by now. Seriously, ties fucking suck."

Handsomely tousled, Jared cut a stark contrast to Avery's pressed as a pin visage. While Jared's dark bangs fought to obscure his eyes, Avery's hair had been successfully tamed with comb and gel into a very professional arrangement, not one golden hair out of place. His own navy suit and tie were flawlessly arranged, and his shoes shone from being freshly polished.

"Here." He smirked, putting down the bagel he'd been nibbling. "Stand still and pay attention, dumbass. God, if your dad knew you couldn't tie a Windsor."

"Shut up. I'm under a lot of stress," Jared complained, looking a bit sleepy around the eyes despite the Bloody Mary he'd chugged for breakfast, hoping the hair of the dog would make him feel better. "Tracey can't tie these fucking things, either."

Avery took another bite of his bagel, sitting at the table and flipping through the paper. Jared sucked the last bit of tomato juice and vodka clinging to the ice, pickle, and celery stalk, swaying to the alt-rock song tuned in on the clock radio as he jingled the ice in his glass. "I can't believe I'm doing this." He put the glass down on the table and started to pace. "Am I batshit insane, Avery? I mean I totally love Michelle and can't imagine life without her, but getting married? Damn—"

The brisk tonal warble of the room's phone interrupted his tangent and he reached for it. A mumbled "okay" and he dropped the receiver back into the cradle, his eyes lowered. "The car's here. Ready to go?"

Don't worry about me being ready to go, Avery thought as he got to his feet, pitching the remains of his breakfast into the nearby trash. Worry about you being ready to go.

"Let's go."

St. Matthew's Cathedral was unusually quiet as Jared and Avery stepped inside. Jared was pretty much a Christmas and Easter Catholic, while Avery's faith lapsed more with each passing year. Father Patrick offered them a welcoming wave from the dais.

"Jared." He nodded, stepping down and toward the hall leading back to the family room. "Avery Marcus! Great to see you again, son."

"Father," Avery returned, standing in a kaleidoscope of colored sunlight pouring in from a nearby stained-glass window.

"I've got coffee going if you two would like to help yourselves. Give me a few minutes and I'll meet you back here to run through the rehearsal." The priest offered a warm smile then disappeared from sight.

"Coffee. Hell yes," Jared sighed, hurrying toward the back of the church. "Maybe that will help my head."

Moving through the space that would be filled with friends and family tomorrow, both men grew lost in their own thoughts. Surrounded by the quiet, Avery wondered why last night's sleep had been so unsatisfactory and poor, afraid of the answer hidden deep within his heart.

The room they entered would serve as the dressing room for Michelle and her bridesmaids tomorrow. But for now, it was cozy and calm, filled with the rich aroma of coffee and vanilla creamer. Avery paused in the doorway as Jared hurried in, preparing a cup of coffee for himself and pacing anxiously back and forth across the room.

"You okay?" The question escaped his lips before Avery could stop himself. Jared sipped his coffee, eyes not leaving the floor.

"Yeah. Just a little overwhelmed, I guess. It's a huge step, man. No more one-night flings, no more flirting with waitresses, and no more porn. At least no porn kept in obvious places. Michelle doesn't like it much."

Avery let go of the doorframe, his steps muffled as he entered the room decorated in creams and accented with earth tones. The effect was very soothing, and he suspected this had been the intent from the start.

Tentatively, he put a hand on Jared's shoulder, his heart pounding in his chest so fiercely he could feel it in his ears.

"Are you all right, Jare? Did something happen between you and Michelle? A fight?"

Jared shook his head, putting his coffee down and heaving a sigh as he turned to face his best friend. Jared closely studied Avery's eyes. Avery knew he still possessed his angelic good looks, and his eyes were still a warm and reassuring hazel, he'd been told so by more than one lover. But what did Jared see? He wasn't keen on Jared's scrutiny. Desperate for a distraction, he reached out to offer his friend a macho hug, careful not to get too close.




Best Man



From a million miles away, there came the squeak of distant hinges accompanied by the warm laughter of women. Jared's mother's voice among them and he squeezed his eyes shut, his grip on Avery tightening as reality attempted to penetrate his trembling emotional barriers.

Theirs was a tense embrace. Jared betrayed his inner turmoil with the slightest tremor. Avery didn't acknowledge his friend's shudder, his eyes closed as his heart began to race. They were close enough for him to smell the shampoo he'd let Jared use and the lingering sandalwood of his aftershave. His breath ruffled Jared's hair, and he determinedly tuned out the increasingly excited babble of family members that echoed down the hall in jovial bursts.

"You'll be a wonderful husband, Jared. It's a huge decision, but I think it's the right one for you and Michelle." Bright eyes pleading, Jared looked up into Avery's face, blinking at the obvious emotion in Avery's eyes.

The room's stillness was amplified as the pair stood near the door, the weight of the moment crushing them both into blatant amazement. How could he have been so oblivious to Avery's feelings? All this time, he'd assumed their conversation topics never included girlfriends on Avery's end due to some sort of catastrophic disintegration of an amazing relationship Avery couldn't bring himself to discuss. Ever since their childhood, he'd always kept his feelings to himself, his stoic manner sometimes expressing volumes beyond a more obvious show of emotion.

Jared thought it likely Avery seemed more pensive due to a white-hot affair with a blonde bombshell that fizzled before it truly began under those faultlessly blue California skies. Not some inner turmoil deeper than he could ever fathom. What else could have caused an outpouring of such intense emotions? Surely not a love for Jared brought to full fruition by the rapid advance of his wedding day? He had to be wrong. "Avery?"

Avery's eyes dropped and as always, he made a great show of keeping his feelings under wraps. One slender arm slipped from around Jared's waist, long pale fingers brushing back his hair before he let his hand fall tentatively to the lapel of Jared's suit coat.

"It's nothing." The tone was filled with pleading and implications Jared couldn't ignore. Fragility was an emotion he wasn't used to witnessing, and seeing it lurking just below the surface of his brooding friend was both shocking and endearing. "We should get back there before Eve gets suspicious."

"I don't even think Michelle's here yet," Jared replied, very aware of the firm pressure of Avery's hand. His fiancée and mother were far from his thoughts. Those were usurped by the unspoken revelation between him and his best friend. "I'm sorry, Avery. I never knew..."

A sun-dappled afternoon surfaced in Jared's mind. A time of dirty magazines and pure hopes for the future. The soft hum of a distant lawn mower and twittering of birds the only accompaniment to the introspection of two awkward teenaged boys.

Avery stood, hands in his pockets, furtively snatching glances at his best friend as golden rays danced in his hair. It was their last afternoon together, and neither boy knew what to say that wouldn't sound ridiculously cheesy and girlish. So under the wavering branches of a young maple, they simply offered each other an awkward embrace, Jared laughing with embarrassment as he stepped back, invisible fingertips of an afternoon breeze rifling his hair.

"I'll be back for Christmas," Avery began, shifting his feet in the soft soil. "And I might be back next summer to stay with Grandma for a couple weeks. We can hang out then, okay?"

Jared nodded, sensing the sadness Avery tried to hide. "Well have a good time, man. Grab some LA pussy for me, huh?" The memory faded with the melody of their mutual laughter carried on the breeze, accompanying Avery as he turned, slowly walking away from his best friend with a faulty smile and heavy heart.

"Do you remember when you told me to get some California ass for you?" Avery murmured, getting lost in the smooth fabric and hard muscle beneath his fingertips. "Well it's my turn. Enjoy some honeymoon sex for me, bro."

Jared laughed, an effervescent sound that brought some light back to his eyes. "I'll be the first one at your wedding, Avery. Just don't throw the bouquet to my sister. She's already running on that damned biological clock and cooing over every baby she sees."

If there were a way to bottle the moment, Avery would do so. Their love was genuine and strong, and though he couldn't express the extent of his feelings toward Jared, he didn't feel as if a barrier had been erected between them. Confirmation was given when Jared reached up to take the hand resting on his shoulder and squeeze. "You and Trace are my best men and best friends, Avery. You think I'm going to stop talking to you because you're not into girls?"

Avery's smile was warm and wistful. "I was into a girl once. It just didn't feel nearly as good as being into a guy."

With a wry smile, Jared gave Avery a squeeze, surprised at his own acceptance of Avery's lifestyle. Their friendship had been true and deep.

Wind shifted the leaves of an oak outside the open window. Avery felt his cheeks warming under Jared's scrutiny. The tension in the room grew as Avery looked away. "This is so awkward ... I hadn't meant for you to find out like this."

"No." Jared smiled, shrugging. "The time I slept over for your seventh birthday and wet the bed was awkward. I love you, Avery. You aren't the first gay guy I've ever met. Don't flatter yourself."

A snort of laughter preceded Avery slugging Jared in the shoulder. He retaliated with a punch to Avery's gut, and soon they were exchanging brotherly blows. "If you leave bruises, Michelle's going to have some questions for you!" Jared smirked, elbowing Avery in the chest. A surprised guffaw burst from his lips as he stumbled, landing against the wall by the door, the decorative wainscoting pressing into his lower back. But as he went, he caught a handful of Jared's suit coat, dragging him along.

The impact made the open door rattle in its frame and they laughed, Avery's fingertips still wrapped around Jared's jacket. In a moment planned by fate, their eyes met. Avery's grip did not slacken. His breath slowed and he knew without a doubt he could pick Jared's eyes out of a random sampling of blue every time. Those long lashes and straight brows that lent him a bit of melancholy were that familiar. The sculpted cheekbones only added to his fragile features, and a swell of love for him poured over Avery when he realized his childhood friend would be someone's husband, and then in the not too distant future, someone's father.

"Oh, here she is!" a girl called and footsteps raced across the sanctuary.

"I wonder where Jared is," an older woman's voice added and Jared recognized it as one of Michelle's aunts. So far, Nancy, Michelle's older and extremely bossy sister, had yet to arrive.

Avery tried to swallow but his mouth was dry. Hands shaking, he buried them in his pockets, releasing Jared, who only stared back with an indeterminate emotion settling his features. They stood inches apart, neither wanting to be the first to move.

"Jared?" His mother's voice advanced up the hall toward them, curious and a little concerned. Avery hurriedly stepped back, turning to fix a cup of coffee for himself.

"In here, Mom. Avery and I were just catching up." Jared moved close to Avery, picked up his cup, then turned and left without a backward glance.

The last golden rays of a glorious June sunset spread out across the long, linen-draped table, bathing those before the window in a golden halo as they sipped drinks, savored desserts, and eagerly discussed plans for tomorrow.

Michelle and Jared sat at the head of the table, smiling and whispering to each other as the waiter brought them each a dish of crème brulee topped with fresh raspberries. Avery sat across from them beside Jared's mother, her familial and loving attentions welcomed by his frazzled heart. Trace sat on Michelle's other side, having an animated conversation with one of Michelle's younger brothers.

Finally, after all the desserts were brought out, Trace got to his feet. Relishing his glass of contraband champagne, he picked up his spoon and tapped the rim of his glass, assuming a theatrically dramatic pose as he surveyed the table.

"So I'm supposed to make the speech, I guess," he began, smiling that heart-breaking smile that all the McCall boys possessed. "I'd go into all that happy couple stuff, but I don't want to be all cliché.

"Instead, I want to talk about what a great brother Jared has been. He's really smart. Sometimes too smart for his own good. And when he says something, he means it and never forgets it. Good luck with that, Michelle." The group laughed softly and Trace only fed off the energy, turning his gaze to Jared and Michelle. The young woman was radiant in a pale blue Chanel dress, her auburn hair swept back into a glamorous up-do and her make-up flawless. "Anyway, he's fun, smart, loyal, tough, and even nice most of the time. I don't know since I'm not marrying him, but all those attributes seem like they'd make for a great husband. Oh, yeah. One more thing. If he won't give you what you want, just hide the remote to the TV. He should just get those damn things grafted to his hands, and revert back to a caveman if he can't find them. I'm just sayin' if you ever need a bargaining chip. Seriously, good luck, you guys, and Michelle, don't say I didn't warn you." He grinned and the table erupted into applause as Jared leaned over to kiss Michelle's cheek.

"Just wait until you get married, Tracey," Jared admonished as his little brother chugged half the glass of champagne. "I've got all sorts of dirt on you."

Trace only shrugged, tossing his hair out of his eyes. "Whatever." His smile was genuine as he snatched a cherry off a cousin's ice cream.

Night drew in thick and heavy around them as Avery started toward Michelle's car. It was a new SUV, and he was glad to see the liberal stickers plastered over the back bumper. Jared and Michelle were standing off under the French restaurant's awning, kissing and nuzzling each other's cheeks as they whispered and smiled at one another. It wasn't terribly late, but Avery just wanted to get back to his room and sleep.

More relatives were arriving, local family getting updates via cell phones as the night progressed. Finally, at nearly eleven, the dinner began to break up, and Avery went willingly out to the lot, doing his best to give Jared some privacy.

Yet here in the back of the car, he couldn't help thinking about the day. The understanding in Jared's eyes followed by acceptance and love, not disgust or wariness as he'd feared. There had been no insistence in getting separate rooms. On the contrary, Jared wanted to stop and get a bottle of vodka, some orange juice, and settle in to reminisce one last time before the big day. Michelle smiled and said she'd be doing the same with Nancy, if she could get a word in edgewise.

A pizza had been ordered and last minute details concerning tomorrow were ironed out as the families stood in a knot just outside the establishment's doors. There was a definite energy of anticipation veiling everyone, even Trace, who amped up the jokes, sarcastic ribbing, and general obnoxious little brother behavior just to get a rise out of Jared.

Avery tried to feel the celebratory joy of the night. It wasn't every day one's best friend gets married. Let alone to such a pretty and sweet young lady. But worse than that, he felt the telltale twinges of jealousy trying to weigh him down. He longed to be happy for Jared. And yet, he couldn't help watching them from afar and longing to know what it felt like to run his fingers through Jared's hair...

Stop it, he admonished himself. This was one of the happiest moments in Jared's life, and as his best friend, Avery would be there and support him any way he needed.

One final kiss was exchanged, and then the couple started toward her car, hand in hand and steps light. Avery sat back, rubbing his thumb over the five o'clock stubble on his chin. He would be convivial and supportive. It was neither of their faults this trip had awakened old feelings and new hungers. Once he got back home, things would settle back to normal, and they could be long-distance friends once more.

"So are you two going to see who can be the most hung over in the morning?" Michelle's voice was radiant with humor and joy. "I know you're getting the tuxes for free, Jared, but I don't want any technicolor yawns going on as we walk up the aisle."

Jared's laugh was low and conspiratorial. "That all depends on how much the sexy Asian escorts and Playboy Bunnies want to drink," he replied as they left the parking lot with a friendly beep. "Of course we'll need some to wash down all the coke, but I suspect Avery and I will knock back a bottle or two between us."

Michelle giggled. "Avery? You're probably one of those power drinkers, aren't you? The small build is just a ruse and you're a competitive drinking champion."

"You've got me, Michelle. But I promise not to let Jared get too drunk. Scout's honor." They slowed and turned into the cracked lot of a twenty-four-hour party supply store. "If that means taking one or two for the team and finishing the bottle so Jared can't, you can count on me." Michelle laughed and slid out of the car, holding the door for Avery to follow.

Stocked with alcohol and appetizers, they drove to the hotel, Avery thanking Michelle for the ride and hurrying into the lobby to give them more private time. Tonight it was Chopin, and the lush piano piece soothed his overwhelmed nerves. The young woman at the desk glanced up briefly from filing her nails, noted him, and then returned to her at-work manicure.

A couple minutes later, Jared came in, smelling like ozone and perfume, and still looking like a million bucks in his suit, the plastic bag and clinking bottles in his hand grossly out of place with his proper dress and the posh hotel.

"Come on. Let's go celebrate." He gestured for Avery to follow as he approached the elevator. "Twelve hours and counting."

Back at their room, Avery went in search of ice and Jared poured them each a drink. He went to the window to gaze out over the city, the lake a dark strip off in the distance. He wondered what Michelle was doing, and if she was missing him in their queen sized bed. Closing his eyes, he sipped his drink, conjuring her face in his mind's eye. She'd looked so beautiful tonight.

But just as he focused on the exact shade of brown in her eyes or recalled the texture of her hair, his mind began to wander back to a quiet moment in the cathedral. Avery's hair that still carried with it the radiance of California sun and his tentative expression of both eagerness and fear when he realized Jared understood what he'd been struggling with since they met once again in person. Dismayed, he tried to return his train of thoughts to the proper track, but they just seemed hell bent on Avery.

"Fuck this." He stormed over to the television, picked up the remote, and surfed through the channels. Unable to find a suitable distraction there, he settled on the radio, tuning in some modern rock station as he sipped his drink.

To kill time, he started thinking about the logistics involved for his honeymoon to go off without a hitch. Their papers were in order, finances had been worked out, and Nancy was going to stop by, water their plants, feed Aspen, Michelle's four-year-old Persian cat, and check their mail. They would leave directly after the wedding reception, as would Avery, who'd take a cab back to the airport so the happy couple could bask in their first official moments together as man and wife.

The door opened with a soft click and Avery entered, carrying two buckets full of ice.

"You never know how much will be enough," he explained, heading into the bathroom to put the ice in the tub. "Why don't you bring the juice and vodka in here, and we'll keep them cold."

Minutes later, drinks cooling on ice, they moved back into the bedroom.

"So are you still worried about tomorrow? Michelle is so sweet and damn cute, too." Avery reclined in a gray upholstered chair, kicking his feet up on the matching ottoman and wondering when their pizza would arrive. He truly missed a good old Chicago-style slice.

"Yeah, she is, and yeah, I am. Mom says it's totally normal to get cold feet, but I don't know ... my feet are more like frozen. But I'm glad you like her. She said she thinks you're cute."

Avery smiled as he took a sip of his drink. "If you two have any free time this fall, we should get together."

Jared sat down on the edge of the closer bed, staring into the orange depths of his drink.

"Cool. Don't worry. I'm not trying to imply anything, but I wondered if it's hard for you to be here. I mean after this afternoon, you know?"

Avery felt an emotional vice start to squeeze his heart. His first instinct was to lie, but Jared would know he lied before all the words were out of his mouth. With a long, careful pause he answered.

"Well, yes and no. It's hard because you're the only one who knows me so well. But I know you're straight so nothing would happen."

Jared's eyes went distant with thought. "Well, then I want to ask you something else. Do you remember when we used to climb that tree in your yard to our tree house, and we'd just lie there and watch the leaves?"

"Yes."

"It was so peaceful up there. Not just because of the leaves and birds, but because I knew I wasn't alone. We didn't even need to talk to each other, but we just knew the other one was there.

"Will you crash with me, Avery? I swear I'm not trying to be a tease or anything. It's just that I'm quite frankly terrified of tomorrow, and you always made me feel calm and safe."

For an instant, suspicion flared in Avery's eyes, and he went tense in his chair. "I don't do sympathy fucks."

Jared flinched. "No. That's not what I'm saying. I just want to feel like I'll get through this. And I'm doing a pretty shitty job of it alone."

Avery abruptly got to his feet, making a bee-line toward the alcohol, grabbing and unwrapping a plastic cup as he went. Jared frowned, heat rising in his cheeks. Silence stretched into a few minutes, and just when Jared couldn't take any more and decided to go confront Avery in the bathroom, a brisk knock startled him out of his brooding.

"About goddamned time," he muttered, skulking toward the door to get the pizza.

Avery took another deep swallow of the fiery booze. How could this be happening? He was totally honest with Jared. He loved him. But there was no way he could lay beside him and act like they were just friends. If he told Jared, he fully expected his best friend to walk out the door. But if he said nothing, the torture of sharing a bed with only innocent intentions would be beyond agony.

He stood in front of the mirror, staring into his own eyes, hoping his sadness wouldn't be as visible for Jared as it was to him. The arrival of their pizza startled him out of his own contemplation, and he reluctantly took the ninety-degree turn that led him out of the bathroom.

Wrapped in tense silence, they sat at the table, each nibbling on a thick slice of pizza as they listened to generic rock music. Jared looked pale and as if he had no taste for the food he was eating. Avery tried to look everywhere but Jared's direction.

"Look. I'm sorry."

The declaration surprised Avery into dropping the slice of pizza he was about to pick up.

"If I made you feel uncomfortable, I didn't mean to."

"No. It's okay. I'm the one who needs to apologize. You need a friend right now and that's what I am. If there's anything else I can do to help, Jare, just ask."




Best Man



As the hours passed, they recalled past moments with ever-increasing ease thanks to good food, good drinks, and good company. The gentle patter of raindrops against their window was soothing, but Jared prayed it stopped in time for the wedding.

"Michelle will be so upset if it rains. I bet her twenty bucks it would be sunny."

Avery was clearing the paper napkins and glasses, throwing them in the trash as he and Jared finished the last of the vodka. "I hope it's sunny, too. I hate traveling in the rain."

They left the radio on as each took turns getting ready for bed. While Jared used the toilet, brushed his teeth, and stumbled about in the bathroom, Avery changed into boxers and a T-shirt, dead set against sleeping under the blankets with Jared no matter how chilly he might get.

Jared emerged from the bathroom, pausing to turn out the lights as he went. The room was plunged into darkness and a distant flicker of lightning lit up the black sky.

Somewhere, Stone Temple Pilots were singing "Big Empty" and, stranger still, Avery felt really cold. He struggled with the heavy veil of sleep enough to recall that he was in bed with Jared. But his skin was covered with gooseflesh and he longed for warmth. With only the instincts of the mostly asleep, he slid out of bed long enough to slip beneath the blankets, then let his head fall back against the pillow. Comfortable and grateful for the warmth, he blurrily wondered what had awakened him. While he didn't like being cold, there were plenty of nights he left the air conditioning running when it wasn't necessary in his own apartment and woke up shivering. Then, save for the music, the perfect silence unfolded and his breath caught.

Jared always snored. From the instant his head hit the pillow, he only mumbled something about the wedding, then settled into a rhythmic pattern of lusty snoring. Now he was still, and the lighting was too poor for Avery to clearly see his face. An intake of breath followed by a long sigh sounded loud as a shout, and Jared reached over, one hand resting against his shoulder.

"I knew you were awake. Is everything okay, Jared?"

"I can't do this." Jared's response was a choked whisper, and in a moment of shock, Avery realized he was crying. "I love her, but I can't make her happy forever. What about when I get gray hair and wrinkles ... what if I lose this job and we have to live in a crappy neighborhood? Fuck," he cursed, his hand falling away.

Without a second thought, Avery slid closer to his friend, offering an embrace before Jared had to ask. His hurt was so raw and hot Avery imagined he could feel it rolling off him in waves.

"You're okay," he whispered as Jared shook in his arms. "I promise, Jare. It's going to be okay."

Jared was a dichotomy in Avery's arms. A well-muscled and solidly built young man with a confidence born of personal strength and loyalty he didn't need to assert. And yet, alongside this athletic and analytical bravado, there existed an uncertain man still trying to find his way. Avery understood. He'd been there. But unlike his own often painful and lonely journey of self-discovery, Jared would make his way in the arms of a loving wife and with the support of a treasured and proud family. It would just fall upon Avery's shoulders this night to remind him of this.

"I love you." Avery's words were barely a whisper, slipping through Jared's thoughts like silk. He moved in closer, tucking his head beneath Jared's chin as rain began to beat against the panes. Every cell in Avery's body screamed for this, but he would do what went against his nature. He would remain passive and let Jared lead. There was no doubt now that this was what he wanted and needed; he had just been too frightened and uncertain to put it into words. A gentle shift of the hips or sigh carries so much more weight than even the most sacrosanct of declarations, and this was a lesson Avery enjoyed learning again and again.

Jared's embrace tightened and Avery shivered, though from the cold or anticipation he could not say. He could visualize the pure unblemished skin of Jared's back. He'd seen it so many times before when they went to the swanky neighborhood pool in the summer or contemplated where they'd get a tattoo someday.

Heart beating frantically in his chest, Avery dared move a hand down Jared's spine, waiting to be rebuffed. Nothing happened. With great slowness, he drew his hand back up to join his other and Jared sighed but said nothing.

"Oh, God..." Avery's whisper was awestruck as one of Jared's hands traced the span of his ribs to his waist where it lingered. "You have to tell me to stop, Jared. Please. I love you and don't want to fuck things up. Please tell me to stop."

"If I need to, I will." Each word fell into the warm pool of Avery's soul, glittering there like gold.

Seized by years of concealed desire, Avery lifted his lips to Jared's jaw, gently brushing along his friend's chin as his grip tightened for a moment, then relaxed with an influx of euphoria. He just wanted to rest his ear against Jared's chest, listening to the echo of his beating heart as both men realized the magnitude of the situation.

Avery's flesh was warmed and finely tuned to pick up even the most minute of sensations. The weight of the blankets atop them made him feel secure, but the high-pitched need spilling into his hardening cock was on the verge of being a distraction. With a sigh, he let his lips linger on Jared's throat, and at the same moment, felt a tentative stroking upon the nape of his neck by Jared's large fingertips.

"I love you too." Jared's words were breathy and woven through with a thin silvery thread of panic. "Avery ... I don't—"

"Shhhh."

The guitar-heavy music they'd put on was a mere droning in the background. Here, there was only Avery's certain hands and Jared's unsteady breaths. Avery longed to kiss his friend's sensual lips, but couldn't bring himself to cross that boundary of intimacy for fear of things going where they dared not go.

Avery groaned softly as Jared's knee shifted, pressing momentarily against his groin. With a start, Jared drew back, his touch growing hesitant. "No. That was fine," Avery reassured. "Don't worry, Jared. You won't hurt me."

Desperation made their gestures tense. Avery wanted the most of this moment, honored that he would likely be the only man to know this aspect of Jared's personality. Jared moved out of confusion and desire, his mind still fogged with sleep and alcohol. With the decision that he was in for a pound and way beyond the penny, he drew lingering fingers down over Avery's chest. There was no conflict as his instincts took over, his fingertips seeking then finding the elastic band of his friend's boxers. Diving past that, he sought the hot velvety shaft of Avery's cock and the blond winced and let out a long, shuddering breath.

In the near pitch darkness, Avery let his hands seek Jared under his clothes as well, his ability to think becoming more blurred with desire as Jared began to jerk his cock with a modicum of roughness. The sensation was almost painful, but still he was overwhelmed by the consuming flame of forbidden pleasure.

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"Fuck," Jared hissed through gritted teeth, tightening his grip on Avery as they both drew nearer to climax. "Oh, my God, Avery..."

Avery moved in to kiss Jared's neck and they both tensed, one another's cocks throbbing and spilling hot bursts of semen against their palms. The earnestness in Avery's eyes was concealed by darkness, emboldening him to move up Jared's body and give him a soft kiss on the lips. "I love you so much, Jared. I want you to remember that. No matter how you feel in the morning."

Jared reached for Avery, taking him in his arms and pulling him close, his voice already low with exhaustion.

"I love you too, Avery. More than I can say."

"You look good," Trace reassured. "Michelle's going to cream her—" Jared gave him a warning look. "She's going to be really glad she picked you."

The two men stood before the bureau in their black tuxedos and boutonnières, both obviously nervous.

In the commotion of putting on shoes, taking one last look at their hair, and taking a swig of liquid courage to take the edge off, neither noticed Avery's silent exit from the bathroom until he stood directly behind them. An arrestingly handsome figure in the same suit, his looks made him look like a Greek god in his Lauren tux. "Well, are we ready to go?"

They all offered each other reassuring pats on the back, and then Avery picked up his suitcase and took one last glance around his room to make sure he had everything.

How different things seemed in the stark morning light. All professional and business like. Trace and Jared were waiting by the door as Avery followed, flicking off the last light as he stepped into the hall. Dressed in half shadow, the room where he and Jared had shared touches most friends never know would forever be frozen in time through the lens of his mind's eye. Yes, in an hour he was going to give away his best friend and the love of his life, but there was a piece of him that would always be held in his fragile and cautious embrace.



Best Man?



One of the men to stand up in our wedding was my husband's ex-roommate Mark. As the years passed we grew closer. He and his wife Sue were Godparents to our firstborn. We often visited in each other's homes throughout the years. We would adjourn to the living room and they to the den to discuss our jobs, relationships and life in general.

During one particular visit, as we were gabbing, I mentioned I had told my husband I thought sex would be better if he lost weight (he was five feet ten inches tall and about two hundred sixty pounds). Sue thought on this a bit and said she really couldn't say. She went on to explain she didn't find sex fun. She found it not only uncomfortable but painful as well. She engaged in sex because as a dutiful wife it was expected. She would lie on the bed, hands clenched firmly at her sides, as he screwed her trying to block out the pain. She didn't make a sound, except to winch occasionally. They had no children and probably never would. Now it was my turn to reflect.

That night as my husband and I lay in bed I related Mark's dilemma to him. He was sympathetic to his plight but didn't think it was his place to bring it up with Mark and I agreed. Lord knows Sue and I had never gotten along well, this would be a capper. Some weeks passed and Mark's problem weighed heavy on my mind. Sue had been his first great love and the only girl he had ever been with. He loved her dearly and she was frigid. To top it off Mark believed he was at fault for having such carnal desires.

One evening after my husband and I engaged in intercourse I brought up the weight issue again. It occurred to me that Mark's problem and mine might be mutually resolvable. If Mark (who was five feet eight inches tall and approximately one hundred and forty pounds) engaged in sex with me, I might realize weight was not such an important issue and Mark would learn he wasn't a sexual deviant. This appeared to be the perfect solution, if both my husband and he agreed to it. I presented my case to my husband and after some thought he agreed to be a participant, if Mark would. On our next visit to their place he presented my idea to Mark and they spoke, at great length, about the pros and cons of this proposed course of action. Mark after some thought agreed but Sue must never know. They began to work on a cover story to explain his need to be, a) away from home for the entire night and b) without Sue. Mark explained to Sue that he and my husband would be doing "astrological observations" the majority of the night at a tented campground in the northern tip of the state, where light pollution was greatly reduced. Being late in the fall of the year it would be a "brisk" (temperature wise) at best. Sue told him she thought it best she stay home, so he could have "a boy's night out." The stage was set, now all we had to do was wait for the weather to cooperate (a clear night). Several weeks later it did.

He called me that Saturday at work to inform me conditions were ideal for our venture. I explained to him I was working and wouldn't be home until eleven-thirty in the evening. He said he would arrive about eleven. I called my husband, at work, to let him know Mark would be there when he arrived home. Mark told me he would stop by the liquor store on the way there and pick up a bottle of Asti Spumonte (my favorite) to ease a probably uncomfortable situation. Mark arrived at eleven and had the house all to himself. He proceeded to the master bedroom where he could put his things, took a shower donned his favorite terrycloth robe before emerging from the bedroom ready for action. Mark went into the living room closed the drapes, lit the fireplace, dimmed the lights and put on some appropriate mood music. He seated himself on the coach to await my arrival.

My first thoughts as I walked in the door were; "Does he really want to do this, with me?" I assured myself he did. I went to the bedroom and changed out of my nurse's uniform and into a green negligee I had purchased for this occasion. I dabbed the perfume under my breasts and on my inner thighs. I stood before the mirror modeling my ensample and thought it might work better without the panties. As I slid them down my legs I glanced at my shaved and trimmed pubic region, which now formed the shape of a small heart. I rubbed my moist vagina and shuddered, I was ready. I put on my light blue bathrobe and walked to the living room where Mark waited. I could see Mark was visibly uncomfortable as I walked in the room. Could he think something was amiss? I untied my bathrobe allowing it to slip from my shoulders unveiling my near naked beauty to him. Mark's eyes widened as his face lit up with a smile. I walked to the couch and sat next to him. He popped the cork on the chilled Asti and filled our glasses (nearly spilling it as his eyes never left my breasts) than handed me one. I tipped my head to him and asked him if he liked the view with a broad smile.

Mark and I made small talk for a while sipping the bubbly, exchanging glances. I noticed his eyes kept drifting down to my breasts (Sue is ½ A-cup while I filled C-cup). I glanced down at his crotch and noticed something stirring under his robe and I knew he was becoming aroused by just the sight of me (which I found quite flattering, actually). I took his glass and set it on the tray and turned toward him grasping his hands, placing them on my breasts. He eagerly explored their fullness and wondered at my nipples as they rose to meet his caresses. I placed my hand on his knee and ran it between the folds of his robe and up to grasp his cock. It began to swell in my embrace and soon surpassed my husband's in size and still it continued to grow. Mark, made eager by his arousal, was trying to remove my top so that he might touch my naked form. I arose from the couch and led him to the area in of front of the fireplace. I slowly removed my negligee; my skin lit only by the dim light from the flickering fire and was pleased to see the fire in his eyes, as I stood naked before him. I reached for the knotted sash on the front of his robe untying it and running my hands under its folds and up to his shoulders, stepping forward to peel it over his shoulders and down his arms to fall in a heap on the floor behind him. We embraced our naked bodies meshing against each other. I felt something brush along my leg, as we did so, and stop just above my kneecap. As our embrace ended and I stepped back to admire his form my eyes drank in his physique. Broad shoulders, a flat chiseled chest and stomach and to my astonishment one of the largest cocks I had ever seen. This monster had to be at least twelve inches long and six inches in diameter. My husband had never mentioned this.

No wonder his wife had issues. I looked back at Mark's face to see his head down turned, 

In shame? I reached out one hand to grasp his cock and pull him toward me while my other lifted his head, that I might kiss him again. As our kiss ended I squeezed his cock while whispering in his ear; "I love it!" This time when our eyes met I saw them sparkle with lustful joy.

I motioned for him to take a seat on the floor and went to retrieve our glasses and returned handing him his drink. As his hand reached out to take it I marveled how like some ancient Greek statue he appeared in the firelight. I sank to the floor next to him as we sipped from our glasses. We again made small talk while our eyes explored each other's naked form. We finished our drinks and our hands began to retrace the paths our eyes had taken. His touch was firm but gentle as he ran his hands from my neck, down my shoulders along my arms and than my legs, only to return along the inner side of my legs and thighs lightly brushing across my vagina and bush, my stomach and abdomen to finally grasp my breasts. His head bent forward, to lightly use his tongue to trace the outline of my areolas before his lips sank around my nipple. I gasped; the heat in my belly was becoming unbearable. I could feel the moisture that had formed deep within me oozing out my cervix and along the crack of my ass. I raised his face to mine and kissed him, deeply. Than ran a trail of kisses down his neck and chest. I grasped his cock and licked it; a huge shudder ran through his body. I placed my mouth around this monster and sucked it as deep in my throat as I could and heard him gasp and groan in ecstatic pleasure. 

I began to slowly bob my head so that my lips could travel up and down his heavily veined shaft and was rewarded by an even louder groan escaping his lips. I soon felt his hands on either side of my head, not to pull my head further on, but to push it off. I could see he was breathing hard as he pulled my face to his and kissed me. As the kiss ended and our heads parted and I could see his face was red and he had an embarrassed look in his eyes, his head turned downward and he stammered; "No one has ever done that to me, I almost..." Right at that moment I could not have wanted him more, I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him so hard we fell over. We both laughed. He rolled me on my back and I spread my legs to welcome him. He positioned his body over mine and kissed me again. He than positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to my cervix. He rubbed his cock along the length of my vulva from just below my rectum over my cervix to circle my now distended clitoris, I shuddered and groaned. He did this several times before seating the tip of his cock in my love canal. Ever so slowly, he pushed his rock hard cock further into me. Its girth stretched me beyond almost anything I had previously known. Being careful to hide my discomfort I placed my arms around his neck and pulled my face up to his kissing him hungrily. He stopped when he had about four inches in me and began to withdraw it, only to plunge it back in but only to the point it was before. He repeated this over and over. I looked up at him to see his face intensely concentrating on what he was doing. I puzzled for a moment and than it hit me, my husband had said Mark told him Sue would complain about how he hurt her when he fucked her. He must have learned to restrain himself from using his entire tool.

I grabbed his face and turned it till his eyes met mine, he stopped and began to get off murmuring an apology. I put a serious look on my face, smiled and stated quite firmly "Fuck Me!" He looked startled; I wrapped my legs around his back and pulled him toward me with all my might. He responded with a stronger thrust, again I moaned as felt

six inches drive into me (farther than my husband ever had). He withdrew and I begged; "More!" His hips surged forward again driving his cock in further than before and he withdrew again to lunge forward driving further. I pleaded with him; "I want it all!" I looked up to see his face twisted in lustful passion as he drove his cock harder and deeper into my now passion inflamed pussy. Just as I felt the head of his dick press against the back of my uterus I felt pubic hairs mesh against my vulva. I loved every inch of this pussy splitting tool. He paused again and I smiled broadly at him and kissed him deeply. "Now, Fuck Me Hard!" I breathlessly ordered. He began to pump his cock in and out of me as hard as he could and to his surprise I bent my legs at the knee and planted my feet flat on the floor and began pushing my pelvis up to meet his. He gasped and worked all that much harder to meet my body's urgent demands. I felt the muscles in my cervix milking his cock with every stroke; the knot in the pit of my stomach became a fist. A new feeling began to take form deep inside me. We were both gasping for air and sweating like pigs, driven by a passion that neither of us had previously experienced. I noticed that with each successive stroke his ball sac seemed to be shrinking as less and less of it slapped my ass with each piston stroke. I could feel the head of his cock swelling deep inside my body. Just as I thought my over-taught muscles could take no more, he paused, groaned and exploded inside me triggering an orgasm more powerful than I had known for a long time. My entire body writhed in one orgasmic spasm after another, lights exploded behind my eyes and the world floated away. The next thing I remember his arms were around me and we were on our sides, his now shrinking manhood still buried deep within me. He was brushing the hair back from my sweat-drenched face kissing it with tender passion and saying; "Thank you!" over and over again. 

For a time we laid there locked in each other's arms, savoring our fading passions afterglow. Finally, we separated and arose to adjourn to the bedroom. Mark collapsed on the bed and fell into a deep sleep. I thought I should check up on my husband before joining Mark. I found my husband sitting on the closed toilet seat in the hallway bathroom, his head buried in his hands. I asked if he was feeling all right and could sense he was in some distress. His arms reached out to me and I stepped forward to his embrace. He wrapped his arms around my hips and drew me forward to rest his head against my stomach. He lightly kissed my abdomen and asked; "How was it?" "Wonderful!" I blurted out. I felt a hand leave my backside and run along the inner side of my leg. I stepped back to see him staring at a glob of semen that covered the fingertips of his hand. "Very well, I see" he replied. I turned and left him there to ponder its implications. I returned to the bedroom and laid my body next to Mark's slumbering form. As I drifted off to sleep I realized not only had something been gained but something had been lost as well and drifted off to sleep.

I don't know how long I rested before I awoke to the touch of Mark's hand gently stroking my clitoris. My breathing was already raspy and my newly awakened sex drive was leaping at the opportunity to perform with him again. He climbed aboard, this time assured he would get as good as he gave. This time it lasted over an hour changing up positions every ten minutes or so. I found he loved doing it "doggy-style," ramming his cock into with such force that I found it difficult to remain upright and had to grab the headboard to steady myself. Before each inward plunge he would slap my ass and grunt: "Oh, yeah!" We ended this session on our side's; arms wrapped about each other his cock making small piston strokes, which rubbed my clitoris with every move. We came together and fell asleep in each others arms exhausted from our efforts.

I was next awakened by the dawn's light shining in my face as it peaked through the window frame. We were still locked in each other's arms. My inner legs and thighs felt sticky with the previous nights now dried juices. That is when I noticed something odd; the shriveled head of his cock was still lodged in the entrance to my womanhood. I thought of the Kegeling lessons I taught to pregnant women at the OB. clinic and decided to try to flex those muscles. Concentrating I squeezed my vaginal muscles and was rewarded by a responding thump from his cock. Gingerly at first, I flexed my new found muscles attempting to arise his sleeping giant. I could feel it swell and grow inside me. With practice I found I could ripple my cervical muscles along the length of his ever-growing cock. I was careful not to move the rest of my body lest I wake him. As his cock grew and spread to fill me I felt my heart racing so hard in my chest I thought it might wake him. I opened my mouth to take shallow gasps of much needed air. My lower back ached as I fought the desire to swivel my hips. Ever so slowly, gently I milked his now blood engorged cock with the muscles lining my cervical canal, manipulating them so that I might feel him empty his load into me one more time. It took almost ninety minutes before he came, blasting his life essence into my yearning womanhood. His eyes fluttered open as he did. He smiled at me and I grinned madly back at him. We kissed, a long, deep, moist exchange of tongues and saliva.

Mark got up and went into the bathroom. I heard the water run in the tub and knew he was about to shower. I joined him in the shower and asked him to allow me to wash him. He nodded his approval and I took the soap and lathered the washcloth. I began the slow lovingly laborious task of washing ever-square inch of his body. As I finished he took me his arms and we kissed again. I could feel his throbbing cock against my body and as I reached to grasp it he stepped away shaking his head no and got out of the shower to dry himself and dress to leave. I emerged several minutes later to dry myself and stepped in the hallway to see his back receding down it toward the door. Naked I ran after him, catching up and turning him to face me. I embraced him tightly and whispered; "Please don't let it end here?" I looked at his face and he kissed me again. "I won't," he replied and left.

I went to bed and lay naked on the still warm, damp, cum stained sheets pulling the covers over me and reveling in his body odor drifting slowly back to sleep.



Best Man



The wedding had been nice, but the reception was a real blast. Drink flowed freely, and a large number of the attendees were a little over the top before the night ended. You could spot the designated drivers by their sour looks, but most people had arranged for taxis or were staying overnight at the hotel. I was overnighting myself.

I was the best man. I suppose I could have joined in and got plastered with the rest, but I'd promised to keep an eye on things and make sure that everyone got away safely. Not drinking didn't worry me. For some reason I can't stand the taste of beer, and as far as I'm concerned, wine is just a drink you have with your dinner. I have been known to overdo the whiskey, but only rarely.

With all the people there I'd figured that the ones I'd have least concern for were the bride and groom. They had a suite booked in the hotel and were leaving bright and early for their honeymoon. I was actually a little surprised as the night wore on to see that Mike and Cecelia were still at the reception. 

It seemed to me that Cecelia had a rather frozen look on her face, but Mike was still knocking them back and being the life of the party. We'd promised the hotel that we'd all be gone by eleven, so shortly before that I started chasing out the stragglers. With them gone I found I was left with two late stayers – the bride and groom.

I moved over to give them some final congratulations. Cecelia just gave me a helpless look and Mike was just lolling in his chair, a big smirk on his face. He was plastered. If we could get him to stand I'd have laid odds that he'd just fall flat on his face.

I felt tempted to let him, but an unspoken plea from Cecelia had me behaving and offering some proper help. I levered Mike to his feet and guided his staggering way towards the elevators. Once in one, I propped him against a wall and we sailed up to the bridal suite. By the time we reached it, Mike was out cold.

I'm quite a hefty lad, so when the lift reached the right floor I just bent down and lifted Mike in a fireman's carry, following Cecelia down the hall to their suite. Entering the suite, I dumped Mike on the couch. Damned if I was carrying him to the bedroom. I helped Cecelia take off his shoes and outer clothes and we just left him there, snoring as though he invented it. He was out of action until the morning.

I said goodnight to Cecelia and was about to depart when I noticed she was biting her lip. Something was troubling her besides Mike getting blotto, and she didn't know how to mention it. I've always had a very soft spot for Cecelia. If Mike hadn't come along with his flamboyant style there was a good chance I might have made a determined play for her myself.

Anyway, considering her carefully as I prepared to depart, it suddenly dawned on me what her problem was. She was still in her wedding dress, and it was big and heavy and Cecelia had had two bridesmaids to help her put it on. It had been assumed by everyone that the groom would help her remove it, but the groom was out cold on the couch.

"You can't take your dress off by yourself," I guessed. "Do you want me to ring up Shirley and Kit to come and help? They're overnighting in the hotel."

Cecelia bit her lip and shook her head.

"They left earlier and they're probably both in bed. I don't want to drag them out just because Mike had a couple too many."

"A couple?" I thought. I mean, the man was plastered.

Still chewing on her lip Cecelia finally said what she wanted.

"Um, I know it's a lot to ask, Frank, but could you come in, unzip me and help me place the dress on its stand. It'll only take a minute."

What could I say? I didn't really have a choice. I gestured for her to lead the way.

"Why does it need to be on a stand?" I asked.

"We're leaving it here when we go in the morning," Cecelia informed me. "The hotel are going to pack it properly and send it to mum's place. That means that when we get up we can just dress, grab out bags and jump in the taxi and it's Hamilton Island, here we come."

Standing next to the bed Cecelia turned her back to me. She'd chosen to wear a family dress, handed down through several generations. Quite a lovely gown, but a trifle old fashioned in the making of it. That was the problem. No zip. Just a long row of little cunningly positioned hooks and eyes, each one having to be undone separately.

Starting at the top I went slowly down that long row, undoing every hook and eye I encountered. Every bloody one of them. What happened after that was not my fault. 

Cecelia had been holding the dress to her so it wouldn't sag and it turned out that the idea was that as soon as all the hooks were unhooked I had to lift the dress up and over her head and drop it on the stand. That was no problem, lift dress, turn and lower dress onto stand, turn back to Cecelia to see her bra falling away, exposing a lovely pair of white breasts, tipped with an exquisite pink bud, leaving Cecelia standing there in a pair of white satin panties, panties that were supposed to stimulate the groom into action.

It seems that a pair of the hooks I'd unhooked were the hooks on the bra, and I deny that I undid them deliberately.

Cecelia promptly slapped her hands over her breasts, blushing. Too late, as I had already seen and admired, and an error of strategy as that wasn't what she should have been defending.

It wasn't premeditated. I just seemed to go on auto-pilot, kneeling in front of her, taking the wisp of white she still had on and removing it, even lightly slapping Cecelia's ankle to get her to lift it so I could peel it right off.

Then I rose to my feet, gently pulled Cecelia's hands away from her breasts and admired her nudity. 

"You've been looking forward to this night for months," I said, my voice a silken murmur. "You're still a virgin and you've psyched yourself up for it. It would be crime to send you to a virginal bed looking like that."

The bed had already been turned down. All the occupants had to do was lie down and flick the blankets over themselves. I just eased Cecelia over to it and pushed her gently down.

She watched as I undressed, shaking her head, telling me I couldn't, she was married now, Mike was in the next room. Then it was my turn to shake my head.

"I don't care," I said, and settled onto the bed beside her.

She was still softly protesting as my hand settled on her breast, not shutting up until I closed her mouth with mine. Her protests I had noticed had all been verbal. Physically, she hadn't tried to resist in any manner whatsoever, nor did she start doing so when I started to caress her.

I took it slowly, building up excitement within her by my lips and gentle stroking hands, starting with her face, moving on to her breasts, touching and kissing, building up tactile sensations over her entire body, until finally my hand was resting on her mound, coaxing yet further excitement out of her.

I could feel the heat and dampness within her, and it wasn't long before I was rolling on top of her, nestling between her thighs and easing them further apart. Then I eased my erection against her, feeling her lips yield to the steady pressure, giving way and granting admission to her body.

Once I had started to penetrate her I just moved steadily forward, brushing past her hymen with barely a wince from her, sinking deeper into her hot moist passage.

Once we were both comfortable with my penetration of her body I started to move. For some reason I didn't want to perform any sexual gymnastics, no hard hammering of her tender young pussy, no changing of position, just a gentle and tender loving. 

We moved together softly, pleasure invading us, but slowly, increasing in intensity, but slowly. We stayed together, rocking together, enjoying this first ever encounter with each others body, slowly going on and on.

It took a while, but it was still too soon when Cecelia stiffened, her eyes opening wide. "Frank?" she called as she started to shudder. I gave a hurried thrust, releasing the climax that I'd been fighting off for so long, letting it tear into me while Cecelia shuddered and clung to me.

We lay together, me just holding Cecelia while she snuggled next to me. Then she slept.

Watching her sleep, I sighed, but eventually I rose, dressed and retired to my own room, setting my alarm for early in the morning. I had to see Mike and Cecelia on their way.

I was asleep as soon as I hit the pillow, not stirring until the alarm sounded. I groaned at that, got up, dressed and headed back to the bridal suite.

I knocked at the door but, receiving no answer, I used the spare key I had and let myself in. Mike was still asleep on the couch, snoring lustily. I shook him and tried to rouse him but he didn't so much as budge. Shrugging, I left him there and went into the bedroom.

Cecelia must have heard me trying to wake Mike, as she was stirring when I walked in. She sat up, the sheet falling from her, showing her breasts were as fine this morning as I remembered from last night. She blinked at me a couple of times, and then memory surfaced. She blushed and looked down. Found she was sitting there with her breasts on display and grabbed the sheet with a strangled cry.

I said the hell with it, walked over to the bed and twitched the sheet out from her fingers, tossing it back so I could admire her. Sitting down next to her I pushed her around so she was lying on her stomach. She was starting to protest again, but I ignored that. Once she was flat on her tummy I grabbed her hips and lifted, encouraging her to bend her knees and take a kneeling position.

Cecelia was looking back at me, horrified, knowing that the way she was she was totally exposed to my gaze. I just smiled back at her. I undid my trousers and dropped them, showing I had an erection just as extreme as the one from the previous night.

"One of the first things a new bride needs to know is how to handle a morning glory," I told her, and then I was coming into her from behind, hard and fast. 

The previous night had defined gentleness. This morning was the opposite. I slammed into Cecelia forcefully, driving her before me. It was quickly evident from the way she entered into the battle that she was a willing partner, and together we slammed ourselves towards a climax.

It wasn't all that long before I heard Cecelia give a strangled cry and I saw her bury her head in the pillow. I could hear muffled screams coming from her. I felt like shouting myself as I let myself go, pounding my climax into her with all the energy I could muster.

After that little effort I rushed Cecelia into the shower, harrying her to get out and dressed as she had a taxi coming. Another attempt to rouse Mike had proved futile, so I left him there.

Checking myself out of the hotel, I also settled the account for the bridal suite, although I told them that it would probably be occupied until about twelve. They were very understanding.

Shortly after that Cecelia was in her taxi, heading for the airport and her Hamilton Island honeymoon. It wasn't her fault that we couldn't wake Mike in time to make the taxi, and it would have been no fun for her to honeymoon alone. It was far too late to cancel the holiday and it had already been paid for.

I just naturally went with her.



Best Man



This is my first attempt in writing in this genre. 

I realize it needs some "polish". Critiques and criticism is welcome!

*****

It was the night before my friend Brandon was to marry his pregnant girl-friend, Michelle. He had come over to my house because he had nothing to do. Michelle was staying the night at her parents' house to get things ready for the wedding and because the wedding was rather sudden on the account of her pregnancy, nobody had planned on having a bachelor party. He came over in the evening with a case of beer; this was not an uncommon occurrence. We had spent many nights drinking until the sun came up, so this night didn't seem like it would be any different. 

We cracked the case open and started drinking the beer while smoking on the back porch of my house. Our conversations were usually topical events, world news, politics, and such. This night was following the same pattern as most of the others. After about two hours we were both getting pretty tipsy. We changed subjects, began to discuss his thoughts about his upcoming marriage and his disappointment in not having a bachelor party. I felt like I should have done something about that, but I had never orchestrated such a thing, and what could I do on such short notice? Then I had the thought,

"My wife is home. Maybe she'd be up for some fun tonight?" 

Now, I realize this is an odd thing to think of right off, but we had actually experimented sexually with both Brandon and Michelle before she was pregnant. One night, my wife Amanda sucked Brandon's cock while Michelle feverishly licked at Amanda's pussy. I had drank too much and could not get a proper erection that night, so I limited myself to watching and fingering Michelle's tight little slit, which was dripping from watching her friend swallow a load of her boyfriend's cum. But that was really the extent of that night.

I figured that she sucked him off before, so there really couldn't be any harm in her doing it again. 

I went inside the house and told Amanda I would like her to give Brandon a blow-job for his bachelor party. She immediately declined. I was befuddled. I thought this would be something she'd want to do. 

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because it's just a blow-job. I've already done that." She replied.

"Well, what if I join in?" I suggestively asked.

"Mmm, maybe. Let's see where this goes."

Brandon had come inside to use the bathroom while I was discussing with Amanda my plans for him. He washed up and came out into the living-room which was barely lit by a small lamp. Amanda and I were already making out on the couch. She was sucking my tongue as I fondled her incredible tits. Brandon awkwardly said, 

"Oh, I'll meet you back outside." And he began to pivot to walk out.

Amanda reached out and grabbed his belt around his left hip and pulled him back to the couch. He let her lead him without protest. She got up, spun him around, and sat him down right next to me. She got on her knees and skillfully undid his belt with her hands. She pulled his belt off of his pants like she was starting a lawnmower, and then put her face into his crotch. I could see her bite at the fly of his jeans. She tilted her head and the button popped open. She pulled back and the zipper went down with ease. She put her hand on his hips and gently lifted to signal to him to rise up a little bit. He follower her unspoken instruction perfectly as she slid his pants. His throbbing dick popped up out of his boxers as she pulled them down next. She didn't waste any time as she licked the palm of her hand, grabbed the shaft of his cock, and with an expert twist, plunged him deep into her mouth.

Brandon gasped with pleasure as my wife took him all the way to the back of her throat. I sat and watched with a bit of pride knowing how good she was at sucking a cock. Her head bobbed up and down as she slurped him to the edge of ecstasy, but right as he was about to cum, she pulled his eager cock from her lips and she gave his balls a little slap. 

"Not yet." She demanded.

She leaned over to me, slid her hand onto the bulge of my pants and grabbed at me. She quickly unbuttoned my pants and enthusiastically pulled them off. Amanda grabbed my swelled cock with her hand and pulled. I was not expecting this. She pulled hard with purpose. I got up off of the couch as she guided me by my cock. I stood in the living-room and removed my shirt. She turned to face me as she quickly removed hers. I took a step forward, wrapped my arms around her and unhooked her bra, which effortlessly fell revealing her perfectly shaped tits with her nipples standing erect. I put one hand on her breast and kissed her deeply, trying not to think about the pre-cum that was probably all over her tongue, but failing. Brandon sat motionless, watching me undress my wife; he most likely feared interrupting might stop the process. 

I unbuttoned Amanda's pants and slid my other hand into her panties while my other hand fondled her tit, and rolled her pink nipple between my fingers. I maneuvered my hand lower and was met with an incredible flood of pussy juice. I pulled my lips away from her and looked into her eyes. She seductively smiled as she pulled my hand by the wrist out of her pants. She pointed my fingers at her mouth and licked her pussy cream off of my fingers. I could smell her flowery, yet spicy, pussy scent on my fingers, which made my cock swell even more. As soon as she had them completely clean, she dropped my hand, then dropper her pants. She stepped out of them then kicked her soaked panties off across the room. Amanda stood in front of Brandon, who was still seated on the couch, then parted her legs. She reached in-between her legs and behind her, grasping Brandon's cock in her hand. My wife then bent her knees and slowly positioned his cock at the opening of her dripping cunt. She swirled the head around her labia, getting the top of his cock nice and wet. 

Amanda looked up at me for approval; we had experimented a couple times in the past, but nothing like this. I could tell she was beyond excited and Brandon's eyes were wide with anticipation. I simply said, 

"Yes." 

She smiled as her legs buckled and his cock was thrust deeply into her tight wet hole. Amanda gasped as if she had been holding her breath for several minutes. He immediately clutched his hands onto her amazingly shaped ass and began to fuck her vigorously. He grunted as he pounded upwards off of the couch, trying to keep her from flying off. She was bucking hard as his thighs slapped loudly against my wife's ass with ever push and pull. I stood massaging my cock with my hand, watching this spectacular act of lasciviousness. While I knew it was taboo, I did not care. I was enjoying the sight of my wife getting fucked hard by my friend. Amanda was moaning with uncontrollable passion. She wanted more though. 

Amanda leaned forward, while still getting properly fucked and she put her hands around my ass and pulled me closer to her. I released my firm grip around my cock, and grabbed a handful of her hair. I pulled her head back to look up at me. She tried, but her eyes were rolling back from sheer excitement. Amanda reached down and grabbed Brandon's shaft as it was still pounding at her like a piston in an engine, she lubed up her hand with her flowing pussy juice, and then let him go again unimpeded. She then reached for my cock with her slicked up palm, and with her signature twist, plunged my dick into her mouth. She worked the shaft skillfully with her mouth, making sure she licked all the pussy juice for maximum flavor. I wanted to cum immediately, but resisted. I tried to concentrate on other thoughts in an attempt to calm down. The sounds of Brandon grunting like a beast as he wildly fucked Amanda from behind, the muffled moaning and slurping of my cock being expertly pleasured, and my own uncontrolled lustful vocalizations were almost too much. I had to stop. I pulled her hair hard to get her off my cock. She pulled back, taking me all the way into her throat. I was almost too late as I bent my hips in retreat.

"What's the matter, honey?" She coyly asked as she wiped drool and pre-cum from her lips.

I grabbed her arm and pulled her off of Brandon. He whimpered in protest. His cock hopped up and down with each heart beat desperately wanting to cum. I pulled her into the bedroom and tossed her onto the bed. Brandon quickly followed. He got on his knees on the bed, and my wife crawled up onto all fours. She put his cock back into her mouth, again with her signature twist. She sucked him hard, almost angrily. She spread her thighs open pointing her ass at me. Her cunt, still beyond excitement from being fucked, was dripping pussy juice, and possibly cum. I couldn't be sure he had already had an orgasm or not, but at this point, I didn't care either. I positioned her in front of me and buried my cock into her. Her pussy was hot. I mean, physically hot, like she was running a fever. I had never felt her so worked up before. I fucked her as hard as I could, with no regard for the cock in her mouth. Teeth would just have to be a hazard he would have to deal with.

For a few hours Brandon and I took turns fucking her pussy and mouth. I took a break for a bit to get a glass of water. My mouth was dry from the heavy breathing. I went back into the bedroom and she was straddling him cowgirl style. 

"Come on baby." She slyly suggested. I went to the front of the bed and presented her with my cock for the untold time that night. 

"Huh uh." She shook her head no and pulled me by my dick again as if it was a leash. She led me to her ass. 

"Here." She said pulling at the shaft of my cock so the head pushed into her asshole. I was excited. We had never tried a double penetration before. Brandon stayed still in her pussy as I lubed up the head of my cock with all the excess fuck juice that was all over the edge of her pussy. She seductively moaned pushing her hips back as my cock lined up with Brandon's. It was strange to me. I had never done this before, and I wasn't sure if he was cool with my cock rubbing on his cock as we both fucked my wife's pussy at the same time. So, instead I repositioned and slid my cock into her ass. I could feel Brandon's cock inside of her pussy. The head of my cock and the ridge of the bottom of his collided, only the wall of my wife's pussy and ass separated them. He began to fuck her again, and I got too excited. I pushed deep into her ass.

"NOPE! You need to get out!" She commanded. I did not argue. She was in total control of this situation. I left the bedroom and let them get back to fucking as I rinsed off in the shower. I wanted to be clean for when she would inevitably swallow my cum. I took my time and allowed them to really enjoy themselves. I could hear them while I was in the shower, it was right next door. They were talking about fantasy situations, then more moaning, grunting, position changes, and then more fucking. 

I dried off and went back into the bed room. Brandon was back on his knees and had my wife in the doggy-style position. The mattress was soaked with her fragrant sex juice. She asked,

"Are you guys ready to cum?" 

"Oh god yes. Can I cum in your pussy?" Brandon begged.

"I don't know, can he?" Amanda diverted to me.

"Yes. Fuck her hard though." I said.

He did. He positioned himself with one knee down and one leg up so he could get a good angle on her pussy. He wrapped his hands around each of her hips and because to thrust over and over. She yelled out, 

"Oh my god! Fuck yes, fill my cunt with your cum!"

I watched in anticipation stroking my own cock eagerly. He moaned loudly as his grip tightened on her hip with one hand, leaned forward and grabbed her tit with the other. He was going to cum hard. His whole body gyrated and convulsed. The tendons in his neck pulled taut, and he released a flood of orgasmic fluids from his cock filling her entire pussy. He fell away from her, collapsing on the bed huffing, panting, and glistening with sweat. He was completely spent. More than satisfied by my wife's body, he was completely drained.

"You're next." She beckoned. 

I put my cock in her face so she could suck me off, but she refused. 

"No. Here." She said pointing at her freshly used pussy. Cum was slowly dripping out. I debated for a moment if I was ready for this. I had never touched another man's cum, let alone covered my dick in it.

I didn't argue though. I went behind her; she was back in the doggy position. She lowered her tits to the bed with her ass raised high in the air like a cat that needed attention.I pushed my cock back inside, but went slowly, not knowing really what to expect. I began to speed up. Her pussy felt so different. She was normally very wet, even a gusher, but this was something I had not expected. I sped up, using my friends cum to fuck my wife's pussy even harder. I found a rhythm with my pounding. I reached for her tits, she was going wild.

"Yes! YES! FUCK YES!" She said, then her voice muffled as she surprised Brandon by gobbling up his mostly flaccid cock. His eyes bugged out in pain as he had no more to offer her. She didn't care. She swallowed up the cum that was leaking out and hungrily licked all the fuck juice from the base of his cock, as I pushed my own cock deep into her cunt causing his cum to pour out of her and onto the bed.

This kinky act sent me over the edge. I took a deep breath and began pumping cum into her already filled love hole. My cum was gushing out around my shaft, mixing with Brandon's, overflowing her cunt's ability to hold it all in. I shuddered as I finished one of the most intense orgasms I have ever experienced before in my life. I pulled out of her pussy. My cock was covered in Brandon's cum, and my own. It was a mess. I flopped down onto the bed. Amanda followed. She laid spread eagle between us, fingering her pussy, and savoring the feeling of two men's cum inside of her.

"Oh my god. I want to do this again." She said

"I agree" Brandon said.

"Okay." I puffed totally exhausted. 

The sun was beginning to come up. Brandon got dressed, then left to go get married to Michelle with my wife's dried pussy juice all over his cock and in the crack of his ass. It was a small wedding, just them with the Justice of the Peace, so he didn't have to worry about being formal. After he left, Amanda rolled onto her side and began to masturbate. This is her favorite position for making herself climax. I watched her as she furiously rubbed her pussy lips, randomly shoving her fingers into her double-cum filled hole, then rubbing the cum onto her clit. She did this several times until her body began to shake. She convulsed several times in pure ecstasy, finally allowing her lust to be satisfied. 

We fell asleep in each other's arms for a few hours, before waking back up in the afternoon. We talked about the event of the night, we smelled of sweat and sex already, and soon we were both turned on again. Amanda rolled over onto her side, and I scooted in behind her spooning her. We were both still sore, so I took it easy. I slid my cock into her incredibly sloppy pussy and fucked her again at a nice gentle pace, this time she started to orgasm before me. Her pussy contracted so tightly from the orgasm, it pushed my cock out as I was also cumming. There were now three loads of cum all over and inside of my wife. 

"Okay. Yeah... I need a shower now." She said maneuvering out of bed.

"Me too!"



Best Man



I walked along the South Bank in London, a popular walk along the river Thames. All sorts of cultural events and street artist perform there; it is very entertaining anytime, any day.

My mobile rang; it was Tom, a friend of mine from New York. I hadn't seen or heard from him in over a year. Tom and I studied together and graduated together. We both qualified in mechanical engineering here in Oxford, England. 

Tom moved to the States soon after we graduated twelve years ago. He got a job in an engineering company and made his way up to a position in management. 

I stayed back in England; got a job and studied further to get my doctorate. My name is Kevin. I'm thirty five, six foot one inch tall and slim. I'm not married nor have a girlfriend. I have my own house, a three bedroom detached property in Oxford.

Tom got married to Natasha, a very petite lady, who is thirty years old and has her own business - a little shop selling hand crafted items.

I was best man at their wedding six years ago, that's when I first met Natasha. Natasha and I got on very well together. We enjoyed each other's company and sense of humour. I had only been able to visit them for the wedding period, which was around ten days, and during that time we got on very well. When I got back home, we would all talk on the phone or Skype. But with one thing and another that all petered away, and our contacts became less and less frequent. I was the one who would call, but got the distinct feeling that I was intruding - especially from Tom. 

Back to the call, Tom had called because he had seen my name as a presenting author for a paper to be presented in New York. A conference he planned to attend. He said that he would take a few days off work so that we could catch up on things. He also said he would meet me at the airport to pick me up - I agreed and two weeks later I landed in New York, where Tom true to his word picked me up.

He saw me immediately, and I heard him shout out my name as I came out of customs. We greeted each other and he then drove me to his place in Manhattan. I knew his place was a one bedroom flat, so I had already booked a nearby hotel for me. 

Natasha was at work, so Tom and I spent some time together, we chatted and he took me around Central Park. It was around six in the evening, when Tom suggested we have a few drinks for old times' sake.

Tom said that Nat would be home soon, around seven, and we could all go out for a meal. I didn't mind a late night as the conference wasn't due to start for a couple of days. I had come early just to make sure I recovered from the jet-lag. 

Natasha got home and we greeted each other, I was so glad to see her again. Natasha's a very pretty woman, as I have mentioned a petite frame, had long red hair and green eyes.

We went out that evening and had a really nice meal which I insisted on paying for, as a thank you for picking me up. I had noticed that Tom drank quite a lot, but thought not to mention it.

The conference went on for four days, I had told Tom that I would be in town till the conference had finished and then move on to do some site-seeing for another week.

My presentation was on the second day, and it went well. I was congratulated by all attendees and especially by Tom.

That night Tom insisted that the meal was on him. He seemed to drink quite a lot of the champagne we had ordered. I was asked to go back to their place by Tom, it was around ten.

Tom broke open a bottle of Jack D, and we sat, drank and chatted over a lot of things. Tom drank a lot his speech started to slur. Natasha was on red wine, but only drank moderate amounts. She kept looking over to Tom, and I could tell she was not happy with the amount he was putting away.

I saw her stand up at a comment Tom made, not to her directly, but it must have touched a nerve on Nat. She shot up and said, "I'll leave you two together, I'm going to take a shower."

Nat went for her shower while Tom and I chatted. Me mostly, as Tom just drank and drank. Nat came back down half an hour later, in a dressing gown. I noticed she looked at Tom and was very unhappy with his drinking, especially with me there as a guest. 

It was close to midnight and Tom had fallen asleep, he was dead to the world. Natasha and I carried on and talked for another half an hour, I looked over to Tom and asked Nat, "What are we going to do with him?"

Natasha said, "Oh leave him, I'll get a blanket and he'll sleep there."

I said, "No, that's not fair. I'll take him to his bed."

Natasha turned her back to him and waved her arm and said, "He always gets like this, I just leave him there. It's his favourite spot, has been in over a year now, next to the JD bottle."

I walked up to Tom and put my arms under him, and picked him up. 

"If you're sure Kev?" said Nat with a queried look on her face.

Tom was a bit over weight but I was sure I could still carry him to his bed. Natasha led the way and I placed him on the bed. He never stirred, opened his eyes or anything.

I asked, "Are you sure he's okay?"

Natasha placed a hand on my shoulder looked at me and said, "When he's out like this, he's out for hours. Nothing will wake him now, just time, something like six or seven in the morning. Good thing he's off work for a few days because of you."

I said, "I suppose he's just in a very merry mood seeing me again."

She looked sad and said, "I wish that were so, but sadly no... he's been drinking a lot for over a year now. And I'm just so tired of him being this way. He's changed a lot."

I said to Natasha, "I'm sorry to hear that. If there is anything I can help with please don't think twice. Just ask me, please."

I lay Tom down and Natasha started to undress him, I said, "Okay then, you sure you'll be fine now?"

Natasha looked very withdrawn, sad; I was concerned for the both of them. I turned to the door and said, "Can I use the bathroom before I call for a taxi."

Natasha pointed the way saying, "Yes of course, second door on the left."

I walked out and had to pee. I did not think Natasha would come to the bathroom so I didn't bother closing the door fully.

I did my bit, washed, and then I needed to look for the hotel name on a card in my wallet so I could tell the taxi driver where I deeded to go.

I looked through my wallet and could not see it in there, I was sure I had put it in there. I fumbled around, I pulled out different cards. Then I saw it, and as I took it out - it slipped from my fingers and went through a gap of a laundry hamper's lid besides the wash basin.

Shit! I opened the lid and could not see it, so I had to dig deeper. Just then I had a massive shock and jumped out of my skin as Natasha was at the door and said, "Well, well, well, I see, you're a dirty little kicker sniffer."

I went as red as a beetroot; and could not think how to explain, I said, "No, please, no, it's not what you think, please, let me show you. I dropped a card in here. Look from my wallet."

I had the wallet in my hand which I held open towards her. I then looked back at the hamper and said, "Please it's in there let me show you."

Natasha walked slowly in and towards me, 'Tut tuting,' her tongue, her arms folded.

I dug back into the hamper and with relief I saw it near the bottom. I reached down and retrieved it. I held it up to Natasha and said, "Here look."

She shook her head and said, "How do I know you didn't put that in there as an excuse?"

I was dumfounded; how does one prove one's innocents with a statement like that?

I was still embarrassed and said, "Please, you have to believe me I'm not like that."

She turned around and started to walk back out and said, "Come with me I need a hand."

I followed her back into her bedroom, she went to Tom's trousers, and she had already undone the belt and zipper. She said, "Lift him up so I can pull these down."

I went across and did what she asked me to do. She slipped them off, folded them and placed them on a chair. 

I asked, "Is that it, can I call for my taxi now?"

She came towards me, said nothing, looked up and stared into my eyes, made me feel really small and inadequate.

As we both looked at each other, she stepped onto the bed and faced me. She kissed me softly on the lips and to my utter dismay said, "Would you like to do more than just sniff my knickers?"

I was at a loss for words; I stared back into her eyes, with a look of fright in them, I said, "Really, I wasn't... knickers... you know."

She said, "It's been a long time since he's been interested in anything, it's been a long time since he's been interested in me. And it's been a very long time since he's made love to me, he's always drunk."

She grabbed my head in both hands and kissed me deeply. It was after a little while I responded to her and we kissed passionately for quite some time.

My cock got hard as she pushed and wiggled herself on it. I was sure she felt my 'nine incher.'

She let go of my head and as we still kissed she moved away a little and started to undo the buttons of my shirt. I helped a bit and then froze. I had not really thought of Natasha in a sexual way before, mainly because she was my best friend's wife. 

If she hadn't been, and in any other situation, Natasha was just so nice a character and we really did get on well, she was just my type of woman that I would never say no to. No red blooded male would say no to her, fuck, just look at her. 

I took a step back and said, "No, I can't."

My shirt was fully open from the front; Natasha took hold of her gown's tie and undid the knot. She opened up the front and slowly let the gown fall off from her shoulders. She was absolutely naked underneath. 

She flicked her long red hair behind her. She had tattoos on her pussy. There was a small tuft of red trimmed hair above her pussy shaped in a triangle, which pointed down. Even from that angle I could see she had long dangly pussy lips.

The tattoos ran up her stomach and on both sides of her ribcage, very vibrant colours, mainly red and green, which matched her hair and eyes, but some yellow and black pieces of artwork as well.

Her tits were small but beautifully pert and also had tattoos of lightning bolts, stars and a little red devil between her tits. Her nipples pointed straight out at me, fuck I wanted to suck on those so desperately. 

She looked stunning, my heart melted, and thought that if she were my wife, I would not be drunk out of my senses, flat on the bed; I'd be fucking her right then and forever. I could not understand what had gone wrong in their relationship; that he had to turn to drink.

Nat stood up straight, placed her hands onto her hips, and swung slowly from side to side, she said, "Well, you like?" 

I stepped forward and took hold of both her hands in mine. She was warm, soft and she held my hands with a very tender touch. 

I held and gently squeezed her hands, I closed my eyes and said, "Nat you're beautiful, but you're married to my best friend."

Nat then used language I had never heard from her, she said, "Fuckin' get your clothes off and fuck me. You would like to fuck this thing in front of you wouldn't you?" 

She asked the most stupid questions; of course I wanted to fuck her, who wouldn't! I said, "Not here surely."

She looked down towards Tom and kicked him in the ribs; he never moved, and he was truly as drunk as a skunk and dead to the entire world.

She looked back up to me and said, "I'm not putting anything on and going anywhere. You fuck me here and now."

She gripped my hands tighter and pulled me towards her and we started to kiss again. I hugged her and she placed her hands on my cotton covered arse. She moved her hands to my belt and started to undo it. I thought I should help, mainly so I could be as naked as her, as quickly as possible.

I stepped back as she went and lay on her back besides Tom. I got rid of all my clothes in record time and I walked over to the light switch, she must have noticed what I was going to do, she said, "Leave it on, dim it if you like."

I left it on, bright, and walked back to the bed. 

I stopped at her feet and placed a hand on her foot, I slowly ran it up her leg, to her thighs, and I gently squeezed her thigh. I went higher and mingled my fingers in her red patch of hair on her pussy. I ran my fingers up the tattoos on her stomach to her tits. I licked a finger and went back to her nipple; I slowly ran circles around her areola, I gently squeezed and pulled on it. 

I wet my finger again, for her other nipple, I did the same; I ran circles around her pimpled areola. My cock was as stiff as a lamp-post. And as I got close enough she grabbed my 'nine incher,' and squeezed it. I gently covered one tit with a hand, one tit fitted fully and neatly into the palm of my hand. I squeezed and massaged it. 

She looked up and said, "Nice cock Kev."

I replied in kind and said, "Thanks', but you have me beat with that fuckin' body."

I looked across to Tom and he was flat on his back and his head faced towards us. Nat looked at me as I looked at him; she stroked my cock and said, "He'll never know."

She pulled on my cock - she wanted me to move onto the bed. I got up and she never let go of my cock. I was afraid I was too heavy for her and said in a whisper, "You get on top."

She got up and let me lay down; she leant across to Tom's ear and said in a slightly louder than her normal speaking tone, "You don't have to whisper." 

I was shocked that Tom could have been in such a deep state of sleep. I'm sure I've never ever been that drunk, not to wake up to a loud voice or sound in the house, let alone right next to my ear-hole. 

She turned around and placed her pussy at my mouth. She grabbed my cock and started to blow me off. Fuck it felt good. 

Before I started to eat her out, I had to look at her pussy. There were already a couple of small beads of her pussy juice which hung off her obviously wet pussy. I licked them off and I pushed each pussy lip to one side with my tongue. I separated her beautiful pink petals. Her pussy looked so fucking incredible. A young woman's intimate flower, no better sight gets a cock hard. 

It had been a while even for me to have been blown or fucked. I started to look forward to the next couple of hours. I felt her hand as it twisted and stroked on my cock, her mouth sucked with great enthusiasm. My cock-head tingled as she glided her tongue across it.

I sucked and licked her clit; I poked my tongue as deep into her hole as I could get it. She tasted of pure sex. I had both my hands on her arse and pulled her in as I sucked, licked and poked. She was so good with my cock it felt fantastic, I felt fantastic.

I noticed her hips had slowed from her hurried movements; she ground her pussy onto my mouth. She took my cock out and shouted, "Fuck that's so fuckin' nice."

She was so loud, I looked sharply over to Tom, but he was in another land.

Nat got up and came and lay on top of me, she started to kiss me again. We kissed passionately with a hunger for each other. I felt her slid lower - I felt she tried to get my cock in. 

She lowered one hand and got hold of my cock and rubbed it on her slit. I pushed up and my cock-head engaged into her flowery pussy. We still kissed as she lowered herself down and in one smooth movement she got me fully in. 

And just at that point she lifted her head off me, looked straight into my eyes and said, "Fuck that's deep."

She wiggled her hips around, as we both savoured the coupling. She looked over to Tom and said, "He's fully pumped extension is five inches."

She looked back at me, kissed me softly on the forehead and got up straight. She started to ride me nice and slowly. I felt every bit of my nine inches, inch by fucking inch going in and out of her beautiful, wet, tight pussy.

She moved sensually up and down and said, "Jesus fuck, you're nearly twice his length, and fuck it's so thick." 

I looked down and saw her pussy lips as they clung onto my stiff hard cock. I had my hands on her hips as we slow fucked together.

She closed her eyes, looked up and said, "Now that feels like a cock in me, not a finger." 

She lowered her body down slightly, her tits hung firmly as they swayed together, apart and back together with the movements of our fucking. 

She looked at me and winked as she took hold of Tom's hand and brought it up to her tit. She made his hand cup her tit and placed her hand over his. She made his hand squeeze her tit. She moved his hand over to her other tit and did the same.

She rubbed his hand on her stomach, then back over her tits and to her mouth, where she kissed his palm.

She stopped fucking and took my cock out so that it was just outside her pussy. She looked up to me and said, "Even if he doesn't know it, I want him to have at least felt a stiff nine inch cock." 

She then placed his hand on my cock and folded his fingers round it. She moved it up and down, about a dozen strokes, got his hand smeared with her juices. She guided my cock back into her pussy with his hand and said, "There, we have his consent."

She lowered herself back onto my cock, and took his pussy juiced hand and rubbed her tit with it. She began to ride harder and faster as she placed Tom's hand back down to the bed.

I grabbed her tits, held and squeezed them firmly, and then I too began to fuck her.

Moments later she ground her pussy onto my groin, her thighs trembled and I saw her hips vibrate. Her eyes closed tight and her hips flicked to and fore as her orgasm hit home, she said, "God that's fucking nice, fucking nice, fucking hell." With each forward lunge.

I felt her relax and I started to fuck her again. We again built up a nice pace and fucked and fucked. I was so amazed and pleased that I had lasted that long in her tight wet pussy. 

Suddenly I froze; I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. I looked across to Tom and he had turned his head away from us. I looked back up to Nat and she laughed and said, "You chicken, you got scared. You thought you were caught in the act of fucking his wife. Best man fucking his wife."

She laughed so much she nearly fell off. I grabbed and pinched her hips and pushed my cock hard up her, several times as she calmed down from her fit of laughter. 

She was calmer as she looked down to me and said, "You certainly are the best man for this job."

She slapped my chest, still laughed and said, "Dog me for a bit, you little chicken shit."

She got off and we swapped places; she pulled out a pillow from under Tom's head and placed it onto the other one. She rested her arms on them and stuck her arse out to me, she spread her knees apart and looked back towards me and said, "You can sure fuck with that thing can't you!"

I moved forwards and placed my cock at her pussy, I rubbed it up and down her slit and I pushed my cock-head hard against her clit before I entered her. 

I slipped in all the way, fully, deeply into her - she didn't turn round as she said, "I want at least two more orgasms before you blow your load; you think you can manage that?" 

I said nothing as I held onto her hips and started to fuck her doggy. 

She had tattoos on her back, two red devils, slightly larger than the one she had on her front. Both were just above her arse, one on each cheek. And from each of the arrows of the tridents, flames rose up, which covered her back, again deep vibrant reds, greens and yellows.

I grabbed the flesh on her hips and fucked away. She gave out small low tones of pleasure as she looked over to Tom who had turned his face back towards us. Nat combed the hair off his face. She kissed her fingers and then laid the fingers on his forehead.

She looked back towards me and said, "I do love him, but he just won't stop drinking. He's not fucked me in over six months."




Best Man



I leant forwards and grabbed a tit and massaged it. I twisted and pinched her nipple as I fucked her sweet pussy. With one hand she brushed her hair so that it was in one long plume and said to me, "Take it."

I let go of her tit and grabbed the bunched up hair - I pulled on it and her head rose up. I started to fuck her harder and she said, "Pull it harder, yank it off."

I pulled and she pulled against me, I fucked and fucked her. She bounced off my thighs and pounded back into me. It was an amazing fuck. It was just like what a 'Man's cock' is supposed to do to a 'Woman's body.'

She placed both her hands behind her head, I loosened my grip on her hair but did not let go. She lowered her head to the pillows and cried out as I felt her cunt, arse, back and her whole body shake, vibrate and shudder, "Jesus fuckin' fuck, fuck me, fuck me, fuck meee."

I was really hot, her cunt felt like a hot furnace made to measure around my cock. She released her beautiful, sweet, quenching cunt juices; they ran down my cock and dripped off my balls.

I felt her cunt contract around my cock, god that felt so incredible. I saw her as she gasped for air; she came up from the pillows. She shook her head and made me release her hair, and she said, "Oh my fuckin' god, that was two orgasms in one. How on earth did you do that, fuck."

I still pumped away and she started to join in and we again built up a nice fucking rhythm. I grabbed both her arse cheeks and mauled them. The fire on her back was truly the situation in the room, I felt like the whole place was on fire. The body heat from her was incredible.

I saw Tom stir again, but that time I paid no attention and didn't lose my concentration or rhythm. 

As I fucked, I let go of her arse and ran my hands down the sides of her thighs. Down slowly and then back up, I reached down and grabbed her tits; they were amazingly firm and the nipples made my venture very worthwhile. I pinched and prodded them as Nat moaned out.

A massive cheer went up in my body as Nat shook her head, and I felt her body spasm. She shouted out, "Fuck, I'm there again. Harder, oh yes, fuck yesss."

Her body shook for a longer period that time; I continued and increased my pounding on that pussy. After she had regained some control. She stopped and slumped forwards off my cock.

I stood there on my knees on the bed with a hot, sticky, stiff cock. She turned around and started to suck me off. She twisted her fist on my cock and she stroked it hard. She wanted me to cum, I was sure.

She sucked me off for another three or four minutes, she let it go and said, "You don't cum easy do you!"

She turned to Tom and looked at his boxers. She reached in through the front opening and took out his limp dick. 

Nat turned to me and said, "He doesn't often let me do this."

She leant down and sucked him. She then placed her head on his stomach, sideways, so that she was then ninety degrees to his body. She looked down towards his feet. She brought her knees up and widened them. 

She said, "Get in."

As I got in-between her legs, she started to suck on Tom's limp dick again.

I pointed my cock at her hot pussy and with one smooth movement I entered her hot, slippery cunt. She wrapped her legs around my back and encouraged me to go fast and hard. We fucked and fucked for what must have been another twelve to fifteen minutes. 

She took his dick out and looked at me and said, "You're cock makes me feel like I'm being fucked."

She pushed her hips harder up at me, encouraged me to really fuck her. I did, I enjoyed fucking Nat - her cunt was so nice and tight. Being a very petite woman also I suppose made her cunt a real nice small, tight environment for my more manly cock than Tom's dick. 

I was close to cumming; my movements became more deliberate, I slowed down and stuck my cock in deep with every measured thrust. She pulled me in hard with her legs as I went in deep. 

I looked at her face as she let go of Tom's, still limp dick. Her face grimaced, and she shouted out, "Jesus fuck! That's so fucking nice."

I thought I should pull out, she must have sensed that. She looked towards me and shook her head. Her legs pulled me in and held me there while she went through her orgasm. I felt my load coming, and I blew, I blew a hell of a load. I thought my knob had exploded in her. 

I withdrew as much as she allowed me to and I re-entered her deep again and blew again. I blew five or six loads and with each release my cock was held tight by her cunt as it convulsed.

I had my eyes closed and heard Nat say, "Oh my god that felt so good."

I was shattered; I remained still with my cock buried deep. I felt her cunt as it milked my cock, she really did that well, fuck she was good with her cunt as it dealt with my spent cock.

I leant down and kissed her lips softly and then rolled off her. She lowered and stretched her legs out straight. 

She lay there for a minute, then came round and lay between Tom and me. She faced me; she placed an arm and a leg across my body. She kissed me on the cheek and said, "Thanks' Kev. You don't know how long I've waited for this."

I wondered in my head, what did she mean? Did she mean a fucking or did she mean a fucking from me? I thought it best not to ask. I felt so contented, why spoil it!

Her pussy was against my thigh, I felt its wetness, it must have been my cum as it dribbled out of her. We drifted off to sleep.

I was awakened by a noise, and as I opened my eyes, ever so slowly, and ever so slightly, I saw Nat as she walked out the door. Fuck she looked good. I glanced over to a clock and noticed it was nearly four in the morning. 

An alarm rang loudly in my head and I quickly looked at Tom. Thank fuck, he looked to be as dead then as he was hours ago.

I thought I should get up and go, I felt so tiered and to be honest I felt completely fucked. 

As I went through the events of last night in my head, I felt no guilt. I was overjoyed to have had sex with Natasha. She was fucking great, given the chance and I hope it's soon; I'd fuck her again and again.

I must have drifted off again, because the next thing that woke me up was a hardening sensation of my cock. I opened my eyes just enough and faintly saw an out of focus head, as it bobbed up and down on my morning wood. 

I propped myself up onto my elbows; Natasha glanced up but carried on with her work on my cock, her eyes smiled at me - she knew I was awake. She started to work harder, she switched hands, and she sucked harder. She twisted her fist on my shaft as she stroked me. She was so good at that, she seemed to be more forceful than last night.

I knew I was going to cum soon, and I was pretty sure that was her idea. My cock started to burn, but I so desperately wanted to fuck her. I placed a hand on her head and she looked up, I said, "I want to fuck you."

She shook her head, looked back down and carried on and continued to blow me off. I shut my eyes tight and thought 'fuck,' to myself.

And it wasn't long as my cum boiled up and blasted straight into Nat's mouth. She swallowed and continued to suck and stroke. I blew another four loads, which Nat never spilt a drop of. My cock-head burned, as it exploded and erupted. 

Nat still sucked and stroked, she stroked slowly, she gripped tight at the base and drew cum up to the head. She milked my cock till it went as limp as Tom's dick.

She let go of my cock and came back up as I dropped back down onto the bed. I looked across and said, "I wanted to fuck you."

She smiled, she looked so fucking gorgeous, and she said, "I know you did, and you'll get plenty more opportunities to do just that." 

I wondered when, I was due to leave New York the next day, and then leave for London after a week.

I had to leave before Tom woke. I kissed Natasha on the forehead and said, "I'll go now. I'll come and see you and Tom tomorrow before I leave."

I got dressed and called for a taxi. 

It was the final day at the conference and I didn't see Tom there. I called him at home and he had a massive hangover, I could tell from his speech. I said, "I'm on my way back to the hotel, I'm going to check out then come over to you before I leave town."

During that conversation I felt a bit guilty, but not remorse. I went back to the hotel, I packed and checked out; I got a taxi to Tom's place.

It was around seven and Natasha was due to return home from work. Tom offered me a drink, I declined, but he foolishly had a glass. I could also tell it was not his first of the evening. I felt sorry for Natasha.

We chatted as the front door opened and in came Natasha, looked stunning as ever. My cock stirred in my pants just from the thought of knowing what that body looked like naked.

She came over and gave me and Tom, a kiss hello. She smiled at me and said, "I hope you enjoyed last night's entertainment."

I coughed, as Natasha looked over to Tom and said, "Kevin went to the club next to his hotel after he left here." 

Tom looked at me and I said, "Oh... yes... very nice, very enjoyable." 

I looked back at Natasha and frowned, Tom could only see the back of my head. I got up and said, "Thanks for everything. I'll get in touch with you soon."

Tom stood and hugged me as he said, "I know the last few days have been work, but am sure you'll have great fun site seeing."

I turned to Natasha and she sweetly kissed and hugged me and said, "My shop assistant is looking after the shop next week as I am on a trip myself. I'm looking to stock up with new things for the shop."

She looked over to Tom and said, "Sorry love, I didn't tell you earlier."

She turned back to me and hugged me again as she turned me around so that her back was to Tom and winked.

I left them with a sorry heart for the relationship that had broken down between them. I felt pain and sorrow for Natasha, and just pity for what Tom had done, not just to himself but to Natasha and to their lives.

I was in the taxi which took me to a hotel further out of town, a text came through to my mobile, and it was Natasha. It read, 'Address of hotel you are staying at.'

I had the address card on me, I texted her right back. She returned with another text saying, 'I'll be there tonight.'

Needless to say, I didn't do any site seeing that week. But the site's I did see will live with me forever.



Best Man



I drive to the airport with the windows rolled down and Bob Dylan playing softly in the background. It's hot - California hot - and my thighs are sticking to the leather seat before I've even hit the freeway.

The last time I saw Liam was four years ago at our high school graduation. When I tell people I'm from Cali they usually assume I'm some city-slicker from Los Angeles or San Francisco, but the reality is that I grew up in a small town upstate, where there's only one high school and you attend it with the same people you went to kindergarten with. Liam was one of those people. We were close as kids because our moms were, and we were both part of the same circle of friends in high school. I always had a bit of a crush on him. He was cute and funny, and besides that he was on the soccer team and won the math award every year. He moved to New York after graduation, but now he's back in town to be Best Man at the wedding of two of our friends from high school. My job, as Maid of Honor, is to provide transport from the airport to my apartment, where he'll be staying on my pull-out couch for a few days. I don't mind the inconvenience so much as I do the awkwardness. Liam was never anything but nice to me, but the fifteen-year-old girl inside of me is still nervous to see him after all this time.

I pull into the airport parking lot ten minutes early, and am just checking my makeup in the rearview mirror when a tall man approaches my car and taps on the glass beside the passenger seat. As I roll down the window he says,

"Hey, Hales!"

"Liam?!"

Liam is unrecognizable. Tall and toned with ashy blond hair, his clear blue eyes are the only reminiscence of the teenage boy I once knew.

Damn, is all I can think.

Fortunately, he climbs in the car and begins to talk before I have time to look too speechless.

"Sorry to startle you like that - my flight landed a half hour early. But how've you been? How's the old town? You have to tell me everything!"

"Good — I'm good," I stutter. "How're you?"

"I'm great!" he says. "New York is amazing - you'll have to come out sometime - but good ol' California will always be home."

"That's great," I say weakly. 

I'm pathetic.

*

The drive home is long, and Liam and I cover every topic in an attempt to keep the silence from weighing too heavily; school, work, our moms... until the conversation eventually makes its way 'round to the inevitable subject of relationships.

"So... are you seeing anyone?" he asks.

"No," I answer too quickly. "Are you?"

"No."

We're home. As I pull into the driveway and put the car in park, my hand accidentally brushes against his, and I feel a rush of heat move through my body.

*

"Oof," I exhale as I fall against cushions, trying to stretch a fitted sheet across the mattress of my pull-out couch. I'm so involved in my task that I don't hear the shower turn off until I turn around and see Liam standing awkwardly in the doorway... in a towel.

"Hey," he says.

"Hey," I reply, brushing a strand of hair off my forehead, sweaty from the exertion of making the bed. "Sorry, I'll just, uh, get out of your way."

I'm in the kitchen before I realize I don't have anything to do there, but in order to get to my bedroom I have to walk back through the living room, and I can't very well do that when Liam's in there in nothing but a thin towel. I lean against the sink, the image of water droplets dripping down the crevices of his muscular chest burned in my mind. It's been so long for me.

When I re-enter the living room he's in pyjama pants and a grey t-shirt, finishing the bed-making job I left behind.

"Do you have everything you need?"

"Oh, yeah," he says. "Thanks again for everything."

"Sure," I shrug. "What are friends for?"

I turn and am just about to leave the room when he says,

"Haley?"

"Yeah?"

"Come here for a sec."

I go over and perch beside him on the edge of the bed, our knees just barely touching.

"How are you?" he asks.

"Good," I say again. I thought we already covered this.

"How are you really?"

Something must show in my face because he reaches up and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. Then he tilts my chin so that I can't help but look into his eyes. I open my mouth to answer, but before I can say a word he presses his lips against mine.

I freeze for a moment, unsure what to do but sure as Hell not moving away. Liam must take my hesitation for reluctance, because he quickly pulls away and begins to apologize. Just as quickly, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him against me. He grabs my waist and, as our lips begin to find a rhythm of motion, I move my hands to his hair and run my fingers through it, pulling gently. Our bodies are already pushed against each other, but I want to be closer, closer. His tongue pushes gently against my teeth, parting my lips and finding its way deep inside my mouth. He lays me down against the pillows, lifting my legs onto the bed and holding himself above me with his forearms. I wrap my legs around his torso and use his t-shirt to pull him closer to me. I can feel through his pants how much he wants to eliminate what little distance there is left between us. I reach down and lift his t-shirt over his head, and while he kisses my lips, my face, my neck, I trace the contours of his chest with my fingertips, running my hands over his broad back and tickling his sides until I can feel him smile against me. Before I know it my blouse and bra are on the floor and he's caressing my breasts with his hands and his lips, kissing, sucking, biting gently. He gasps as I reach down and grab his growing bulge in my hand, so I pull him up from my chest and begin rocking my hips against his. As we find our rhythm he begins to move faster and kiss me harder, and I think, I could finish him like this. 

But Liam evidently has other plans because he unbuttons my jeans and pulls them and my undies down in one swift motion, tossing them onto the floor beside us. He positions himself between my legs, spreading my thighs with his knees, and all of a sudden his mouth is on me and I'm gasping because not only has it been a long time, but no one has ever done this before.

It's unbelievable.

I grasp blindly at the bed sheets, arching my back and trying in vain to keep myself from moaning. Meanwhile, Liam probes deeper and deeper, igniting parts of my body I didn't even know had nerve-endings. Heat rushes through my body, my heart pounds wildly, and my legs begin to quiver - I know I'm about to come.

Suddenly, Liam lifts himself up and brings his face to mine. He looks into my eyes for a moment that feels like a lifetime - and plunges his length as far as it will go into my body.

I'm so taken aback at first that my orgasm subsides, but as soon as he starts to move around inside me I feel it begin to build up again. I clutch his back and slowly slide my hands down, grabbing his ass and pushing him even deeper inside me. His breath quickens with his pace and I lift my hips to meet his with every thrust.

"I'm gonna come," Liam gasps. It's the first thing either of us have said since he kissed me.

I tell him it's okay, that I'm on the pill, and moments later he gives a great shudder, crying out my name while he fills me with his seed. He continues thrusting just long enough for me to come crashing down on the greatest orgasm I've ever had. Still inside me, he collapses on the bed, and the two of us lie there panting for a few minutes, too exhausted to even disentangle ourselves from each other.

"Why," he asks finally, "did we never do that in high school?"



Best Man and the Bride



Let me start this story by saying this story is 100% true, but the names have been changed to protect the guilty. My name is "Andrew" and I have known "Rick" for 27 years. We have known each other since we were kids and we were roommates, too. "Rick" had met this gorgeous blonde with a great body named Crissy. After about 6 months of dating they decided to get married. Now, I knew that Crissy cheated on Rick a few times. Rick would have me call up Crissy to see what time they could get together, and there was usually heavy breathing on the other end of the line. Anyways the wedding day arrived and I was in for the time of my life

Rick had asked me to be his best man for his wedding and I happily agreed, hey the closer to that hot piece of slut the better. I wasn't excepting anything to happen but I'm a voyeur kind of guy. Crissy was wearing this beautiful white gown with a little cleavage visible if you looked close enough. The ceremony was wonderful and there were a lot of pictures, but the fun started at the reception afterwards.

After, a few hours of dancing and eating and the like, I had to use the bathroom. After using it, I saw Crissy walking towards me on the way to the ladies room or so I thought. Instead she walked right up to me and asked me if she could ask a question. I thought what the hell and asked what was on her mind. She said do you know that I have cheated on Rick before more than once. I said I knew and she said what will it take to keep your silence. I would have kept my silence anyway, but it dawned on me I could fuck her right here right now. I told here what it would take and she probably knew what was coming and happily agreed. And I had an instant hard-on.

We went into the ladies room (no way Rick would find us there) and I immediately pressed up against notifying here of the bulge in my pants. She felt it and was turned on right away. See my cock is ten inches in length and plenty thick. She started by giving me a hand job and just the situation made me cum right away, her dress was now covered in cum. I said we weren't done and she cleaned up my cock and sucked and licked my balls for a good 15 minutes. She was just like a porn star her tongue was flying over my shaft and balls and her sucking was top notch. She was able to get it all in her mouth, the first time anyway had been able to do that. I again cam right into her mouth and she swallowed it all, but we weren't done yet.

I told her to get on all 4 and I started ass reaming her for 20 minutes. She screamed so loud I thought everyone could hear us, but no one came to her rescue. She came for a good 30 seconds and she was as horny as before. She wanted more so I fucked her other hole for a good 15 minutes before she came again. We were both still hot and horny and wanted to go at it again.

We got into a 69 position and she sucked my cock, while I ate her out. I could feel, taste, and smell her pussy juice and cum everywhere. I was ready to cum about 10 minutes later and judging by her trembling she was about to, too. We came at the same time and we just stayed like that regaining our composure. After we finished cleaning each other up, we were ready to go back to the party, when one of the bridesmaids came in.

This girl was only 17, but she was Crissy's cousin Megan. She was probably as hot if not hotter the Crissy. She had brown hair was about 5' 5" and already had c-cups. I thought we were in big trouble, but she said she heard everything that happened and after getting herself off she wanted I piece of the real meat. She also said no one else had heard them, there had been an accident or something outside and everyone was watching that or watching the game on television. Crissy and I were extremely relieved and I was hard again and so was Crissy judging by her hard nipples.

I walked over the Crissy and sucked her nipples dry, while Megan sucked my cock. She was really good at it and she said Crissy had taught her. After a while we changed positions while I fucked Megan and licked Crissy's pussy. Both were extremely horny and came at least 3 times between time before I shot my final load of the day into Megan's pussy. By than we were all tired out and ready to rejoin the ceremony. After cleaning each other up with our tongues of course, we rejoined the party. I had to give a speech and so did Megan, but I can't remember what I said or anything.

After their honeymoon Rick came up to me and told me he thought Crissy had cheated on him at the party, because he recognized some cum on her dress when they were going to their honeymoon. He said she said she spilled something, but he didn't believe her. Since, Rick went away on business once or twice a month she asked me to look after Crissy and made sure she wasn't fucking other guys. By this time Megan was 18 and we were dating each other and I happily agreed hoping for some more 3 way action. Crissy put on a show for Rick saying she didn't need supervision that she wasn't a slut but that was just a front so he wouldn't be suspicious. Every time he goes away on business we have 3-some action for as long as possible. Rick hasn't suspected us of a thing and has even given me some money saying how grateful he is. If only he knew it was to fuck his wife. 



Best Man Ch. 02



"He has a what? He did WHAT?!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It was my worst nightmare come true.

"He has a girlfriend, sweetheart. And he told her that ya'll fucked. I didn't stutter." My fiancé's tone said that he wasn't taking this nearly as seriously as I was.

It had been less than a month since I had slept with his best friend (the best man for our wedding) at our engagement party. No big deal, my lover and I are swingers and he knew my intentions long before anything had ever happened. But that his friend was involved with someone else...well this was news to me. That he'd had a girlfriend at the time we slept together, and he had neglected to tell me...that was unforgivable. 

"You KNOW I never would have helped him cheat! He knows that I'd never...FUCK! Where is he? I'm gonna kill him!" I grabbed my keys off the dresser and headed for the door. 

"Babe? Just a thought..."

"WHAT?" I turned around, sending daggers with my eyes.

"I think it would be counter-productive for him to see you, er, dressed like that," my fiancé replied, trying to stifle a laugh.

I looked down, and had to laugh at my own stupidity, as I had been ready to go scream at his best friend while completely in the nude. My sweet lover had chosen to first fuck me, and then tell me of his friend's indiscretions. Giggling, I climbed back into bed. 

I took a moment to collect myself, and then said, "But seriously, though. What happened? When did he get a girlfriend? Why would he cheat on her, and then tell her about it?"

"It's kind of a long story. He met Sarah four months ago when he was visiting his parents. They hit it off, blah, blah, blah. Anyway, about this time, you told me that you wanted to fuck him. I didn't know he was involved, so I said sure. He came home, and we approached him about the fucking. He said no—"

"Yeah, yeah, I know that part, silly!"

"Fine. Blah, blah, blah, ya'll fuck. Meanwhile, Sarah is getting pretty lonely up there in Illinois—"

"His parents live in Illinois?"

"Can I finish? Sarah was getting lonely in Illinois, so she decided to give him a call. This was about a week ago. During the call, she said he seemed really distant, and he said she was crazy. She was like, 'What's that supposed to mean?' And he said something like 'It means you're crazy.' So she said he was lousy in bed, and he said, 'Oh, yeah? My best friend's fiancé doesn't think so!'"

"HE SAID WHAT?!"

"Yeah, that was kind of her reaction, too. So anyway, she's coming down here, because she doesn't think they should break up over the phone."

"Oh...oh my god. He's nuts. And she's nuts. Oh my god! Does she know where I live? Fuck! FUCK! This is very, very bad." I tried to wrap my head around the situation, but I couldn't. "I have to go talk to him." I got up to leave again, and almost walked out naked again, but my lover called me back and set me right before I got out the door.

**************

I stood on my fiancé's friend's porch, banging on the door. 

"Open up, you schmuck! I know you're in there!" 

He opened the front door, but left the screen door locked. "Don't kill me. It was an accident!" he stammered.

"Let me in, buddy. You and me need to have a talk NOW." After some additional gentle coaxing on my part, he finally let me in. 

His house was a mess, as usual, and he was no better, clad only in a pair of boxers. Against my better judgment, I let my eyes roam over his body, which was so different from my lover's. Where the latter was tall and lean, with only a dusting of strawberry hair covering his upper torso and head, this one was big and furry, with dark black hair covering his chest, a perfect match to the jet-colored mop on his head. Still, his broad frame wasn't unpleasing, and I knew oh so well how it felt to be held by those strong, burly arms...not that that was an experience I'd like to repeat, mind you. Of course not.

"Who's this Sarah? Does she know where I live? Why are you such a moron?" My questions were rapid fire, as I was so flustered...by the situation, of course. 

"Look, I wasn't thinking about Sarah when we...were together," he started. "I was more worried about your upcoming wedding, know what I mean? And then, when she called me, I panicked. We started fighting, and I just blurted it out. I'm sorry."

"Look, it's not like...what we did...was any big secret, okay? It wasn't cheating, it was swinging, as far as I'm concerned. I never would have knowingly done anything that could be considered cheating! I...I don't do that anymore," I said, alluding to my dubious past.

"And I wouldn't want you to," his tender tone surprised me, and I looked up into his eyes, realizing that he'd come close to me, and that he had his hand on my arm. Suddenly, my arms were around his neck, and I pressed my lips against his, our bodies colliding together. But almost as soon as it had started, we broke off the kiss, each of us backing away as if struck by lightning. 

"I didn't mean to—"

"I'm so sorry—"

We looked at each other and blushed, our excuses trailing off. 

"I think I'm in love with Sarah." His words were so soft, I almost didn't hear him. 

"Yes, and I'm going to marry the man I love next August." My reply was so casual! Did I really sound like that?

"So why do we..."

"...always end up like this?" I finished. "I don't know. I can't stand you most of the time. You're arrogant and obnoxious, and you make the worst mistakes with women..."

"Hey, sister, you're no picnic yourself! You're so bold and forward, and you're such a fucking tease..."

"And yet?" I smiled at him, and drew closer once more. 

"And yet, if I don't fuck you right now, I think I'm going to explode." 

And there it was. Our central conflict, practically spelled out in blaring letters that neither of us could deny. This sexual tension between us, this constant, burning need to just shut up and start fucking...well, it was why we were here in the first place.

I let him reach out and pull me closer, let him lean down to kiss me. And when his tongue pushed past my lips, I didn't hesitate to massage it with my own. 

We went into his bedroom, and he laid me down on the bed. His touch was so different from our first encounter, it was almost like being with another person. He pulled off the shirt I had hastily thrown on to come to his place, and his lips closed around one exposed nipple. I was just about to make a smart-ass comment about his soft caresses when his teeth closed around the little bud and trapped it in a sharp embrace. The words died on my lips as I moaned in ecstasy.

"Oh, that's right. Now I remember," he leaned up to whisper in my ear, "You're a masochistic little slut, aren't you?" When I moaned my assent, he bent down and bit the other nipple, harder, making me squeal. "I thought that our little tryst was just supposed to be a one-time deal, slut. But you just had to have more of my cock, didn't you?" He punctuated these words by unzipping my jeans and pulling them off, exposing my shaved cunt. "You know, I didn't have time to appreciate your pretty little pussy last time. I think I'll have to make up for that grievous mistake."

He leaned down and spread my legs with both hands, leaning down to bury his face in my cunt, which was already soaking wet. He parted my engorged lips with his tongue, and found my hard clit quickly, teasing the little nub with a few gentle strokes before closing his lips around it, sucking hard. I bucked up against his mouth, my legs shaking involuntarily with the force of my impending orgasm. He pushed a finger inside me, fucking me quickly and hard. I came in rush, crying out something incomprehensible that might have been his name. 

When I came down, he sat up, licking my juices off of his fingers with a sly look in his eyes. "Better?" He asked, smug as ever.

I rolled my eyes. "Dear heart, in the words of Tori Amos, 'So you can make me come, does that make you Jesus?'"

"I'm hurt! Who's Jesus? Is he bigger than me?" 

"You are going to Hell!" I tackled him, almost knocking us both off the bed, laughing the whole time. I quickly recovered, however, and mashed my lips against his, tasting myself on his tongue. I trailed the fingers of both hands down his stomach until I came to the hem of his boxers, and then I removed that article, freeing his stiff cock. I wrapped my hand around him and began to jerk him, slowly. "So, what to do? Should I suck your cock like a good little slut, or should I skip the pleasantries and just let you fuck me?"

"My dear, while the thought of your lips on my manhood is certainly stimulating, let us take a rain check, shall we? After all, somehow, I think there's definitely going to be a next time, and right now, I want to be back inside your tight little cunt, if it's all the same to you." Before I could respond, he flipped me over on my back and shoved his dick deep inside my pussy, filling me once again with his unfamiliar girth.

"Oh, god! Fuck me hard!" As soon as he began to fulfill my request, I came again, this time in waves that rippled through my body like electricity. His cock moved within me, fucking me in deep strokes in a rhythm that I quickly fell into step with, bucking to meet his every thrust. 

I wrapped my legs around him, crossing my ankles at his back, bringing him ever further inside my pussy, which was clamping down on his cock with the ebb and flow of my orgasm, which seemed to last forever. 

Suddenly, I felt his thrusts take on a harder, more frantic pace, and he cried out, "Oh, fuck, I'm coming! I'm coming in your pussy!" His orgasm brought new life to my own, and I screamed, clutching him to me as he came hard.

When we were done, we lay panting, spent, almost too exhausted to un-entwine ourselves. 

"Tori Amos, huh? I didn't know you liked her," he looked up from his position on my breast where he had fallen.

"What's wrong with Tori Amos?" I asked, almost too tired to care.

"Yeah, what's wrong with Tori Amos?" asked a voice from the doorway.

I leaned up, and he turned around. There stood a woman a little older than myself. She was petite and round, her curly red hair pulled into a messy ponytail, with tendrils falling to frame her face, which would have been pretty if it weren't for the frown that marred it.

"So. You must be Sarah," I said, not really knowing what else to say. 



Best Man: The Epilogue



Fucking a black man's bare cock had been a small compromise in exchange for accomplishing my plan.

Rick had watched me riding "cowgirl" on Tyrone's huge cock. It was the biggest cock I had ever had and when he flooded my womb with his black baby sperm I gave Rick the "O" face as I told Tyrone I loved him.

Knowing Brad's baby was already growing inside of me I prolonged the evening with my black lover. Rick jerked-off like a madman as he watched me slobbering with his buddy's cock fucking my face. I even let Tyrone blow his load of crud into my hungry mouth.

With Tyrone's cum dribbling done my chin I gave Rick a nice big French kiss with my tongue and teeth coated with his friends sperm. I was really enjoying watching my husband delighting in watching the black man ravish me.

Of course I told Brad how I had fucked Tyrone to appease my husband's determination to have me conceive a half-breed baby. Brad laughed when I told him how I had made Rick taste Tyrone's cum when I kidded him.

My brother and I continued to fuck as my belly got bigger and bigger with his baby. As Rick had given Tyrone carte blanche rights to fuck me whenever he wished he didn't know it was Brad's cum making my pussy sloppy when I told him had been fucked that day. 

Tyrone did continue to fuck me often. He had an insatiable appetite for my white pussy and couldn't pump enough of his color jism into me. I took every drop he gave me moaning with every orgasm his ten inches of pleasure gave to me.

Between Brad, Rick and Tyrone I was getting fucked more than ten times a week and enjoying every minute of it.

"I think it's time!" I said.

Tyrone had just pumped another mega load of cum into me when my contractions started.

"Are you sure?" he said nervously.

I called Rick on his cell phone and told his we were on our way to St. Joseph's Hospital.

I was rushed into the delivery room with Tyrone following me. When they placed me on the table and opened my legs they could see Tyrone's cum running out of me. The nurses looked at each other in shock as Tyrone just smiled.

By the time Rick arrived Jessica had been born. 

"Would you like to see your daughter Mr. Greene?" the nurse asked Rick.

I smiled at the look on Rick's face when the nurse showed him our beautiful white baby, the image of my brother!

Once my husband got over the shock and some grumbling he accepted our little girl.

When I returned home Rick and I had a heart to heart talk. I told him how I had deceived him by fucking Brad but said I had grown fond of Tyrone and would like to continue fucking him. I told Rick that maybe my next baby could be Tyrone's?

I am now fucking all three guys unprotected, may be "best man" win! 



Best Man



"Mike tells me you're married, Sam." She said out of nowhere.

Honesty is the best policy, I thought to myself. "Yes," I replied. "Happily married to a beautiful woman for two years now. How about you Bonnie?"

"I'm single, and before you ask, no boyfriend either."

"I like being married," I offered. "Especially when you're spouse is as sweet and understanding as Julie. Why just tonight, she specifically told me to have fun, even though she didn't feel up to joining us."

"Wow, that's encouraging," Bonnie said demurely.

The band had started and they sounded pretty good. I offered my hand to Bonnie, and asked, "Care to dance milady?" She accepted coyly and rose from her seat. Soon the rest of the dance party had joined us. Bonnie looked even better out on the dance floor that she did sitting down. What moves she had! She smiled approvingly as she watched me dancing in front of her. Her eyes slid up and down my body as I moved to the music. From the time we stepped onto the dance floor until the band took their first break more than an hour later, we danced. The slow ones toward the end of the first set were the most enjoyable for me. Bonnie moved in close and draped her arms over my shoulders. My hands were interlaced at the small of her back. My splayed fingers barely reaching the top of her curvaceous ass. I was determined to be a gentleman, but this girl was so sexy, my dick began to get plump of its own accord.

She felt the slow but insistent swelling and pulled herself closer, softly grinding against my captive cock. This girl knew exactly what she was doing. "You like me don't you, Sam?" she whispered in my ear. I nuzzled her neck and breathed into it, "I could dance with you all night."

When the band stopped, everyone returned to the table and fresh drinks were ordered all around. When the waitress brought them over, she asked Mike, "So which couple is getting married? Every one of you looks like they're on their honeymoon!" Nervous giggles and knowing looks passed between us all. Nancy cast a suspicious glare at each of her bridesmaids. She gave a knowing smile to Bonnie, leaned toward her and said, "Best Man and Maid of Honor meet - then fireworks!" Bonnie looked embarrassed, but pleased, and turned back to me with a shy smile. The more bashful this girl acted, the hotter for her I felt, but I resisted the temptation to kiss her as she looked up at me. Instead I inhaled her fresh fragrance, mingled ever so slightly with the scent of womanly sweat and asked her, "I'll bet you break a lot of hearts, don't you Bonnie?"

"Actually," she replied, "I'm usually much more aloof with men, but with you, I feel different." She leaned closer to me and placed a hand on my thigh, directly over the head of my plump cock. She stared into my eyes, began to lightly rub my hardening rod through my pants, and continued, "First of all, you're a great dancer. Very sexy," and she squeezed my cock. "Next, you're a perfect gentleman. Most guys would have been groping me from head to toe by now. You have shown great respect and restraint." While she talked, I moved one hand to her breast and lightly rubbed it through her dress, feeling the nipple spring to life. We continued to gaze into each other's eyes and rub each other softly, lost to the outside world, until we felt everyone around us leaping to their feet and the band kicking off the second set.

The next hour was filled with hot and dirty dancing. The girls were feeling very comfortable with their partners. Led by their ring leader, Nancy, they proceeded to do everything they could to turn on their men, short of fucking them right then and there, or dropping to their knees, pulling out their raging hard-ons and sucking their cocks in public. They backed into their male playthings and ground their asses into the guys' crotches. They straddled the guys' thighs and rocked in time with the music over their straining cocks. Everyone was sweating and their eyes were glazed over with lust. Nancy's sexuality overflowed and infected her girlfriends.

When the second set ended, we were all exhausted, yet invigorated with the anticipation of release from the sexual tension we were all feeling. Nancy suggested that everyone join her and Mike in their room for a nightcap, and we all agreed. 

In their room, the women flopped onto the large bed, while the men poured drinks and toasted an exceptional night. As we were clinking glasses, Nancy called out to Mike, "Darling, you boys absolutely wore us out tonight. I think we could all use a good foot massage."

"Excellent idea, darling," Mike exclaimed. "Boys, what do you say?" We clinked glasses again, downed our scotches and moved to our respective partners. We removed the ladies' shoes and went to work on their tiny but sore feet. The girls squirmed and moaned in pleasure as each man knelt before his lass, kneading the tender foot he held. Bonnie looked down past her pointing breasts, past her flat stomach, to my eyes as I gently but firmly massaged her aching feet. "Ooooh Sam," she cooed, "This is getting me hot," and hiked up her dress just a little, exposing half of her thighs.

From the time were little kids, I was a leader to Mike. Our early experiences with women were no different. I always showed him the ropes as we grew up together. Jim and Mark were younger and looked up to Mike and I to show them the ways of the world. This situation, I realized, was no different. 

"Bonnie," I said, "your panty hose in getting in the way here. Can you take them off please?" The women exchange glances with each other and giggled, then simultaneously lifted their asses off the bed and rolled their stocking down their legs and off. The unmistakable scent of wet pussy immediately permeated the tiny hotel room.

I lean forward and nibble your exquisite toes as I continue to massage your heels and ankles in my strong hands. You writhe with pleasure as your luscious red hair blends with the blond, brunette, and auburn heads near you in the center of the bed. You rest your feet on my shoulders as I move in closer, breathing your woman-scent. You shiver as I kiss the insides of your calves, knees, and then your creamy white thighs. My hands trail behind, massaging your firm calves. You press down on my shoulders with your ankles and raise your knees drawing me closer to heaven. You spread your thighs and hike up your dress further to expose your beautiful pussy. The bright red hair above your clit is neatly trimmed into the shape of a heart and I am about to make love to it.

I breathe in your scent deeply as I approach your sweet pussy. I slowly part your swelling pussy lips and lick the full length of your slit. You arch your back and drive your hot mound into my face. Your moans mingle with other cries of ecstasy, telling us that similar activity is taking place all around us, but we are lost in each other. You swoon to near unconsciousness as my mouth covers your entire snatch and my tongue dives in deeply, drinking your sweet cream. One hand massages your clit while strong fingers enter your pussy beneath my hungrily licking tongue. Your passion heats up and you cry out, "Oh Sam, you're eating my pussy so good. Lick it baby!" Similar testimony can be vaguely heard from your girlfriends but your attention is on your hot dripping snatch and my darting tongue. You raise you ass high into their air in ecstasy as I drill into your cunt with my fingers and roll my tongue around your swollen clit. Your first orgasm builds, then explodes, causing your sweet juice to flood over my face and hand. Your ass drops back to the bed as you return to reality once again and the sound of rushing wind in your ears is replaced by the sounds of grunting and moaning all around you.

"Oh Sammy," you cry hoarsely, "You are the best! Now it's your turn! Do you want to want to fuck my hot little pussy right now or would you prefer I suck your big hard cock first and swallow every drop of your hot cum?"

You respond by pulling me toward you to where my ass is hanging off the edge of the bed. You lean over me and rip open my sundress exposing my lace bra. You quickly unsnap it and through it across the room. You hungrily gaze at my tits as you move between my thighs and place your massive cock against the opening of my tight little pussy. I open my legs wide for you as you poke the head past its swollen lips. You ease yourself down toward my hard nipples and aching breasts and begin to suckle my sensitive tits. Meanwhile, each slow thrust puts another inch of your fabulous cock in my steaming cunt. You gently bite my nipples, causing me to cry out. My screams meld with those of my girlfriends all around me. The other couples have all followed your lead and are fucking in various positions all around us.

Slap! Your hard cock buries itself fully in my steaming box and I constrict my muscles around it. I want to hold it in me, it feels so good, filling me completely. But you have other ideas. Your kisses and nibbles move to my neck as you slowly draw you hard rod out of me. Now just the big head is inside my pussy lips. "Put it back, Sam! Fuck me hard!" And you comply by slamming its full length back into me. You get into a hot and sexy rhythm now. Your balls slap again my ass over and over for what feels like hours. You are massaging my tits, tweaking my hard nipples. I rise to the heights of eternal pleasure again, seeing fireworks crackle behind my eyelids, then ride back down like a feather floating on air at least twice more, but one orgasm blends into the next so I am neither sure nor am I keeping track. I'm just savoring every hard thrust of your powerful cock. I begin to feel your cock swelling even more and I know you are close to cumming, too.

"I want you to come in my mouth, Sam," I tell you and you nod as your sweat drips off you forehead and chest onto my tits and belly. "Here I cum," you cry as you whip your hard cock out my hot cunt and jump onto the bed. I engulf your huge cock in my mouth and hang onto the base of it with my hands. I pump it a few times and suck on the head. You jerk and spasm, then let go. Your seed shoots deep into my throat. I lick and swallow greedily to keep it all for myself. I pump every last drop of your cum onto my tongue and suck your cock until I feel it softening. Even then I don't want to let you go.

You ease away, pulling your limp cock out of my mouth with a pop. We both look around and see our smiling friends are all watching us and applauding. We seem to have been keeping them entertained long after they were spent. I stand on shaky legs and walk up to you, my tattered dress hanging off each shoulder. I bite your nipple and kiss you chest. I reach around behind you and squeeze your tight ass. I reach up and kiss your lips, tasting my own scent. I whisper in your ear, "Damn, Sam, in my opinion, you are definitely the Best Man!"



Best Melissa



May 25th, 1998

It was the last day of classes during my senior year of high school. I loved my time here. I had entered as a mousy freshman, and was leaving one of the most popular girls in school. I hit a growth spurt during my sophomore year, shooting me up to around 5'8". My blemish ridden complexion cleared up, and my breasts grew to a D cup. I started taking the time to actually style my long fiery red hair. I started receiving lots of attention from both boys and girls. This bolstered my confidence considerably and I started being more active in my school's student council and drama departments.

I was standing on the stage of the school's empty auditorium. The stage was still set for the last production. The cast and crew were getting together this weekend to strike the set and have a farewell party. I looked out into the empty auditorium and thought about being on that stage through the years, captivating the audience. I took a seat on a prop bed, swung my legs around, and laid back with my hands behind my head. My mind wandered to other things I was going to miss about high school: Certain teachers, football games, cast parties, all my friends, Melissa... 

When Melissa crossed my mind, my spirits dropped. Melissa had moved to our small Nebraska town our junior year. Something captivated me about her from the start but I could never put my finger on it. She had shoulder length straight brown hair, cold gray eyes, and always dressed in open flannel shirts over tshirts and baggy pants. She had attractive features, but they seemed to always be arranged in a scowl. The first time I noticed her, I was walking out to my car between classes to grab a notebook. Melissa was parked nearby. She was leaning against her old Ford truck smoking a joint. Our eyes locked for a second, but I quickly turned away and didn't glance her way again while I rooted around for my notebook.

After that, I noticed her a lot. She was nearly always alone. Sometimes I'd catch myself staring at her for several seconds at a time. My friends have had to break me out of my trance several times. I'm sure she caught me staring, too. As soon as I saw her turning her head I'd snap my eyes down. I realized how much I was going to miss seeing her around, but I didn't understand why.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of the bolt turning on the heavy stage doors. I shot up and turned around. It was Melissa! She had one hand on the lock, and one hand carrying a duffle. She was wearing a thin waffle cut black shirt and olive green cargo pants with small chains adorning the pockets. 

"Last chance, Allie. Are you going to talk to me or not?" she demanded.

Her words caught me off guard, and I felt my face flush. I couldn't think of a response. She sighed and walked over to the bed, sitting next to me. She produced a bottle of Zima, opened it, and handed it to me.

"Oh...I don't...I don't drink" I stammered.

"You just started. Drink it and relax" Melissa said as she opened a bottle for herself. She extended her bottle toward me. "Cheers to getting the fuck out of this shithole."

Her choice of words made me blush even more, but I clinked my bottle to hers. She took a long pull from her bottle and I sipped mine. I didn't really know what to make of the taste. It was like a Sprite, but not as sweet. Beside me, Melissa sighed again.

"Look, I see you staring at me all the time. Are you judging me? The way I look? Because I smoke pot? Do you think you're better than me or something?"

I was mortified.

"No! Melissa no! That's not it at all. I just...I...please don't take this the wrong way but I think you're really pretty and I like...I like the way you carry yourself I guess" I said quickly. Melissa flinched and for a brief second a smile hinted at her lips.

"Well I'll be damned. Prom queen's got a crush on me" she sneered.

"God no! I didn't say that! That's totally not what I meant! I'm not a...a..."

"Dyke?" Melissa offered.

"Lesbian. Yes. I mean no, I'm not like that or anything" I said, feeling my face flush again. Melissa started laughing, and it startled me. In two years I had never seen her smile, let alone laugh.

"Well, I am a dyke. And now I know why you've been honed in on me. Gaydar. You have gaydar because you're a big lezzie just like me" she chuckled.

"Am not! I'm going with Tyler Powers!" I said defiantly. My mouth was getting dry so I took a bigger drink from my bottle. Melissa took another big swig from her bottle.

"Tell me, how far have you gone with Tyler Powers?" Melissa prodded, clearly amused.

"What??" I gasped. "I don't have to tell you that! That's none of your business!"

"Humor me, Allie. Tell me how it went and how it made you feel" Melissa said, gentler this time. I furrowed my brow. That was the 2nd time she used my name, and hearing her say it filled me with a feeling I couldn't describe. I started thinking about Tyler and our make out sessions.

"We've kissed lots...and he's felt me up. He tried fingering me once but I had him stop after a few seconds. It felt weird. Kissing him is weird too. He always tries jamming his tongue in my mouth. It makes me think of snakes and grosses me out" I recalled.

The feel of Melissa's hand brushing my cheek gave me a start. When I looked at her, she was smiling. Her whole look was transformed. Her cold gray eyes had a playful twinkle, her hard features were softer. I thought she was pretty before...but now I was practically mesmerized, especially since she had moved her hand from my cheek and was stroking my hair.

"It's not supposed to feel weird or gross, Allie" she said softly. "It's supposed to feel like this."

Before I knew it she had scooted close to me, put her hand behind my head, and pulled our lips together. Our first kiss was brief. She pulled away slightly to gauge my reaction. I was too shocked to protest, and she went in for another kiss. It was very different than kissing Tyler. Whereas Tyler would mash our faces together and try to force his tongue into my mouth, Melissa caressed my lips with hers using light suction, her tongue occasionally finding mine. It felt great, and was met by a sudden pang of arousal, something I rarely felt with Tyler unless I happened to be horny already. But, those feelings would actually diminish some once we started messing around.

Before I even realized it, I was kissing Melissa back. I mimicked her movements and hope I got it right. Melissa responded by sliding her hands around my waist and slipping them under my shirt, unhooking my bra. I gasped and broke the kiss.

"I'll stop if you want me to" she said breathily. "But I really don't think that's what you want."

I studied her face. Her look had changed again. The twinkle in her eye was more urgent than playful. Her lips were bright pink from the kisses. I realized at that moment that I had never been more attracted to someone than I was to Melissa at this moment. If that made me a lesbian, then so be it. All I knew was that I most certainly didn't want her to stop. I pulled away from her and pulled my top over my head and shimmied out of my bra. Melissa's eyes widened.

"Wow...you're stunning!" Melissa mused. She took a breast in each hand and gently started rubbing and squeezing them. Again, this felt worlds better than the grabbing and pulling I was used to with Tyler. Her hand brushed my nipple and I cooed in response. She began nibbling around my collarbone and made her way onto my breast, finding my nipple. Shivers raced through my body as she rolled her tongue over my hard nub. I looked down at her, and suddenly felt quite exposed since she was still completely dressed. I took her by the shoulders and gently pushed her away. She briefly looked confused until I pushed her shirt up and over her head. My hands fumbled with her bra but had it off within seconds. Melissa grinned, a hint of a blush forming on her cheeks.

I took in the sight of her small but perky breasts with small pink nipples. She had the build of an athlete, but as far as I knew she hadn't been on any of the school sports teams. "Lay back" she instructed. I did as she told, and she positioned herself beside me. We started kissing again, each toying with the other's nipples. I became aware that I had been gently thrusting my hips, and I felt Melissa's hand on my inner thigh over the thin material of my cotton shorts. "May I?" she whispered in my ear.

"Please!" I pleaded. She slowly slid her hand beneath the waistband of my shorts. She brushed my trim mound with her fingertips. As she continued toward my pussy she began planting soft kisses on my neck. I felt her brush my outer lips, circling as she closed in on my opening. She slowly pushed one finger inside me, slowly working it in and out along my inner walls. My breathing became heavy and involuntary sighs and whimpers escaped from my mouth. Melissa continued nuzzling my neck, and stealthily slipped another finger inside of me. I moaned and clutched her shoulders, hips now bucking in time with her thrusts. I thought my heart was going to burst out of my chest when I felt her thumb push my hood up and work circles around my clit. I was practically panting, hoping to God she wouldn't stop. Soon I felt a tickle start to rise deep within me. The tickle turned to a white hot ball and started spreading. I got scared and was about to yank her hand away when it dawned on me that I was about to have my first orgasm.

"Oh God, Melissa! I'm about to come!" I howled. My nails dug deeper into her shoulders. She gave my neck another kiss and then raised her head above mine. What I once thought were cold gray eyes now burned into mine with a fiery passion. My muscles tensed as the ball of heat spilled over and took hold of my body. I cried out in a voice that didn't even sound like my own. As my orgasm subsided, Melissa slowed her movements, withdrew her hand, and cradled me in her arms. She kissed my forehead that had become slick with sweat.

"I bet that never happened with ol' Tyler Whatshisname" she chuckled.

I was still in a state of bliss from my orgasm. I couldn't seem to form words, so instead I just shook my head. We laid there in silence and then suddenly Melissa sat up with a start.

"Shit! I need to get home. I'm still under my parents' reign of terror for another two weeks until I move out of their place and start my job. It took me a few seconds to register what was going on. I sat up slowly.

"Wait, your leaving? But I wanted to...you didn't get to..."

"Don't worry about it" she cut me off. "Two short weeks and I'll have my own place. We can have a little house warming with just the two of us. I'll make you dinner and we can get...uh...properly acquainted" she giggled as she put her bra and shirt on, and handed me my clothes. "We can talk about our likes, dislikes, goals, aspirations, your obligatory coming out parade down main street" she hit my arm, and I gave her a sheepish grin. "Do you have email?"

I nodded and searched my backpack for a pen and something to write on. I found the perfect thing.

"Sign my yearbook?" I asked innocently. She laughed and took the yearbook and pen I offered her. She handed them back when she was done, put the empty Zima bottles in her duffle, kissed me briefly, and then she was gone.

I sat there dumbstruck for several minutes. I had even began to convince myself what had happened was all in my head. Hadn't I just been thinking about her? Then I took note of the yearbook in my lap. Hesitantly, I opened the cover. There it was, her email address along with the words "Allie - Good luck in life! I hope all your dreams come true. Please keep in touch after graduation. Oh, and it was a pleasure fucking you. Best, Melissa"



Best Mom in the World



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I received a lot of angry feedback from my last story. I decided to try and show you guys that I have a lighter side too. 

All characters are of course over 18. All your comments are welcome. Please vote.

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Tommy lazily woke up to the gentle nudging of his mom Sandra. 

"Wake up, sleepy head." She cajoled in her sweet voice. He drowsily turned his head to see his mom standing beside the bed looking down at him. Apparently freshly showered, she was wearing a bathrobe that although tied at the waist, was threatening to burst open because of her enormous tits.

"I can afford to sleep in today." he yawned and turned to face away from his mom and go back to sleep.

"Oh no you can't young man." She said as she pulled open the sheets; her son wearing nothing but a pair of pajamas. "I see what the problem is." She giggled as she brazenly grabbed her son's morning wood, squeezing it in her hand.

"Mom!" Tommy cried out.

"Oh don't you "Mom" me young man," She said in mock seriousness. "You were probably going to jack off weren't you?"

"Oh Mom!" Tommy replied in mock exasperation.

"C'mon, sit up and let mommy wake you up." Sandra didn't even bother to wait for a reply. She bent over at the waist, making the tops of her breasts spill out of her robe. She brushed her large tits against her son's face and proceeded to cup his head with one hand and bury his face in her cleavage. She then sat him up easily, her son glued to her tits and offering no resistance. When he was finally sitting on the edge of the bed, she pried her son's face away and knelt down in front of him.

She struggled to free his hard cock from his pajamas but finally managed to pull it out. "Well, would you look at that! Looks like this head isn’t sleepy at all!" She exclaimed as she stared at his purplish, angry looking cockhead.

"Maybe you don't need waking up as much as I thought, baby." She teased.

"Don't be a cocktease mom." Tommy groaned with impatience.

"Tommy! I can't believe you'd call me a cocktease. You should know your mom better than that." She chided him before lowering her face to his cock, licking the head all around and giving it a kiss.

Tommy just groaned and grabbed her by her brown hair and pushed her face into his groin. Sandra immediately placed her left hand on his lower abdomen to prevent being fed a mouthful of cockmeat while gripping his cock with her right hand and pushing it sideways to prevent him from pushing it against her face.

"Now, now Tommy, don't be rude. What did I tell you about cramming your cock in a woman's mouth?"

"Sorry, Mom. I just got a little excited." Tommy apologized. "Suck my cock!" He then commanded in a firm voice.

Sandra smiled but didn't remove her hands just yet. "There, that wasn't so hard was it? Such a turn on too. Besides I'm not even naked yet." and she stood up and unceremoniously removed her robe and threw it on the bed. She gave her son a few minutes to stare at her voluptuous body, as she squeezed her big tits and rubbed her clit.

Sandra then went down on her knees, and took her son's hands. She placed a hand on one of her large tits which her son immediately began kneading. The other hand she placed at the back of her hand, making sure he was grabbing a fistful of hair and would be able to control her bobbing head when he wanted.

Sandra slowly but steadily sucked her son's cock. Inch by inch she lowered her head until she had swallowed his entire length and felt his throbbing cockhead at the back of her throat. She looked up to find her son looking down art her with a lustful grin, enjoying the warm wetness of her skilled mouth. Encouraged by her son's obvious pleasure, she began a slow up and down rhythm, her tongue licking the underside of his cock all the while. Before long her son was vigorously bobbing her head for her. She placed her hands on his thighs just in case he got a little too excited but let him use her mouth like a pussy.

Sandra's well-practiced mouth had no trouble taking the rough assault on her mouth. She simply sealed her lips tightly around her son's throbbing cock, relaxed her throat and let Tommy use her as he pleased. Before long she felt his excitement about to burst. Before she could react, Tommy buried his cock in her mouth and down her throat. Sandra had just enough to brace herself before her son's hot, sticky jizz exploded in her throat. She expertly swallowed every spurt, down to the last drop. 

After blowing his load, Tommy finally eased his hold but did not let go. His Mom, without being told, started cleaning his cock. She licked and sucked at his for-now limp cock until it looked like it was freshly washed. To Tommy's delight, she even tried to coax a few more drops of cum out of his cock.

"There, all clean. I'm just gonna go over to the other room and check on your cousin Bobby okay?" She said, standing up.

"You know, I haven't fucked you yet Mom." Tommy reminded her.

Sandra smiled and said "Don't worry baby, mommy didn't forget. Why don't you brush your teeth, wash your face and get some breakfast. Then mommy's going to take a shower with you and take of you real good, okay?"

"Okay mom. Maybe I'll fuck you in the tub." He boldly suggested.

She preferred being bent over and fucked from behind but decided not to say anything. "Hmm... We'll see." as she headed for the door. She didn't even bother to get her robe.

***

Sandra, stark naked, walked into her nephew's room. Bobby was still asleep, which was no surprise, but just as she hoped his cock was already very much awake. She pulled down the sheets and discovered that he was naked underneath.

"That's so sweet! He's probably excited for his mom to get back from work." She mused. "Don't worry Bobby, Auntie Sandra's going to keep you company."

Sandra, for the second time that morning, went down on her knees and started sucking on morning wood.

It didn't take long for Bobby to wake up and find his gorgeous, busty aunt busily sucking his cock. He laid there and just enjoyed the feeling of his aunt's skilled mouth. When he shifted to feed more of his cock to his aunt Sandra, she immediately let go of his cock.

"I'm sorry, Bobby. Did I wake you?" She teased.

"It's okay Auntie. You can keep sucking my cock, I don't mind." He joked.

Sandra made a face and stuck her tongue out at her nephew, and then proceeded to suck her nephew's cock.

*

Meanwhile, Tommy was eating breakfast downstairs. He had on just a pair of boxers, knowing his Aunt Jane would be home soon. He was busy eating pancakes and daydreaming what he would do to her when a taxi cab parked at the front of the house. Tommy knew it would be his Aunt Jane, but didn't bother getting up; he knew better.

He just watched as the cab started to rock and sway violently. It looked like the backseat had malfunctioning hydraulics. After good ten minutes, the car finally stopped rocking and his aunt emerged from the backseat wearing a long overcoat. Tommy stood up to open the door and greet her.

He was a little surprised to see her staggering towards the front door. He was used to seeing her walk a little bowlegged every morning, but nothing like this. He guessed Raul must've done a heck of a job on her. He helped her into the house as the taxi sped away.

Tommy took her hand bag and helped her to the couch. Aunt Jane immediately slumped into the couch, her coat opening in the process and revealing that she was completely naked underneath. Tommy's rock hard cock got even harder.

He sat beside her and began fondling her big, firm tits. She just laid back and enjoyed her son's groping hands, too tired to do anything else.

"Wow Aunt Jane, you look so wasted. Did Raul fuck you up good?"

"Not more than usual." She tiredly replied, resting her head on her nephew's shoulders.

"So why are you so tired?" 

"You know better than to ask, Tommy. You know how Bobby wants to be the first to hear all the fucking I did on the job."

"Well, you can jus just tell how it went and leave out all the details. Those are what Bobby really wants anyway. Besides, you're my fuckslut remember?" 

"Hmm..." She smiled, suddenly finding the strength to rub his erection thru his boxers. "I am your fuckslut aren't I?"

"So?" 

"I got gangbanged 3 times last night. Well actually once last night, the other two in the early morning." 

"Three times?!? You really are a slut aren't you, Aunt Jane?" he teased her.

"Hey, it had nothing to do with being a slut! I was well-paid for it." She said defensively.

"Sorry, my bad. You're such whore then." He playfully chided her.

"You know very well I am. I'm only a slut to you and Bobby." She proudly declared.

"Yeah," he smilingly agreed as he tweaked her nipple. "So how about a nice, hard fuck Aunt Jane?"

"But, Tommy." She whined, "I'm so tired!"

"Oh c'mon Aunt Jane, you've never turned down a fuck in your whole life. Besides, you're my slut remember?" He reminded her once again. Jane just whimpered a protest and pouted.

"C'mon Aunt Jane, we both know you want it." His hand snaked downwards to rub her already wet pussy.

Aunt Jane pouted and said, "Promise you won't be as rough as usual?"

"I promise." 

"Ok" she agreed with a smile, "You better mount me. I don't really have the strength to ride that hard cock of yours." She said as she lay on her back and spread her legs, resting one leg on top of the couch the other on the floor. Tommy pulled out his rock-hard cock and crawled on top of her. As his Aunt Jane guided his cock to her pussy, "Are you ready for this, Aunt Jane?"

"I'm always ready for my favorite nephew." She cooed, but suddenly remembered Tommy's rough tendencies. "Just be gentle like you promised, okay?"

"Sure Auntie." Tommy replied, not really thinking of anything but getting cock in her tight, hot pussy.

Jane moaned as her nephew slowly inserted his cock in her. He looked directly into her as he steadily buried his throbbing cock in her. Jane gave a satisfied whimper when he was finally fully inside her.

"Oh yeah! That's it, baby, fuck your auntie." She moaned.

Tommy suddenly pulled out and thrust his entire length back in one swift, powerful stroke.

"Ugh!" Jane groaned. "Tommy, you promised!" she almost wailed.

"Sorry Aunt Jane, I just had to give you one good poke."

"Just go slower!" She hissed.

Tommy complied and began a slow, circular rhythm.

"Mmmm... Oh yeah, just like that. Fuck me, Tommy. Fuck me good!" She moaned as her nephew worked her pussy. "Oh baby, you're so good."

"You like that Aunt Jane?" he teased, using long, deep strokes.

"Oh god yes, Tommy! Fuck me with your hard cock!"

"Like this auntie?" as he changed to short and shallow but vigorous strokes.

"Oh Fuck! Make me cum, Tommy. Make your slutty aunty cum!" she begged.

Tommy just grunted and alternated his strokes, making his aunt go wild. She began writhing and humping against him; the soreness of her pussy forgotten as she focused on the pleasure her nephew was giving her.

"Fuck, Fuck, FUCK!! Make me cum Tommy, make me CUM!!" She screamed.

Tommy, sensing her orgasm drawing near, began fucking her faster. Using long, sharp strokes his hard cock pistoned in and out of his aunt's dripping pussy. Within minutes his aunt was screaming and bucking wildly.

"Oh Fuck! FUCK! You fucking motherfucker, I'm CUMMING!!!" 

Tommy had to hold on for his dear life as she bucked and thrashed like a woman possessed. Tommy did his best to ride her thru her orgasm. When she finally calmed down, Jane had a silly, starry-eyed look on her face.

"You ok, Aunt Jane?" he asked.

"Mhmm..." She could only moan as she stared at her nephew.

"Good, 'coz I'm still hard. Maybe you could suck me off." He ordered, rather than asked, as he brought his pussy-juice-covered-cock to her lips.

Jane just smiled at him and said "Anything for my darling stud." And she happily sucked cock like it was the most delicious lollipop she ever tasted.

*

Upstairs, Sandra was still busy sucking Bobby's cock.

As much as she enjoyed her son's enthusiastic and vigorous approach to sex, there were times when she welcomed a more laid back pace. She loved sucking cock. She loved kissing, licking sucking, deep throating and doing just about everything as she worshipped a hard cock. With Tommy, it was always just a matter of time before he began using her mouth as a substitute pussy. Even though she welcomed it, it was still a treat for her to be able to just kneel down and keep sucking on a rock-hard cock without being face-fucked.

She had been sucking her nephew's morning wood for a good twenty minutes at least when they both a loud scream from downstairs.

"Well, looks like your mom is home."

"Yeah." He simply said as he pulled her head back to his cock.

"Mfghm Fmhm Dmwn mm Tmfth" She mumbled around his cock.

"What was that Aunt Sandra?" He asked as he released her head to allow her to talk.

"I said would you like to cum on my face or down my throat?" 

"Oh... hmm... Well, you haven't had breakfast yet so I guess I better feed you, huh?" He replied naughtily.

Sandra smiled and gulped down his cock, sucking him like a vampire that fed on cum. She had worked him up so good for the past twenty minutes or so that he was ready to blow. In less than a minute, he was hosing down her throat with hot spunk.

When she finally swallowed the entire load he deposited in her mouth, she licked his cock and balls; making sure he was completely clean.

"There, all clean. Now, just wait for your mommy ok?"

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-Forsaken One



Best Morning Ever!!!



Here I am sitting alone at home wishing you were here with me, I have this deep feeling of missing you, wanting you. We have not seen each other much lately as we both work a lot and I have growing erotic desires that need to be released. Lately all I have had are the memories of us, a recent sexual encounter with you and even though this was not a lot of sex for us lately, it still feels good to recall the memory of it. The thought of being with you, inside you is constantly on my mind and I do want you so much, to please you and hear you moan.

Just then you walk in the room, you have a beer in one hand a smile and nothing on but a sexy small g-string. I didn't realize you were home already and am taken back from the sight standing before me. I am mesmerized by your body and entranced by your long flowing brown hair as it moves while you walk. The small patch of fabric covering you is very erotic. The Slight bounce of your breasts and the side to side movement your hips make with your curvy ass as you walk towards me is truly turning up the heat. You always easily turn me on and I love you for it. You always please me and it makes me want you more and more.

As you reach me on the couch you say nothing but just smile your sly sexy smile. You set down the beer, tilt your head as you lean into me and flick your hair to one side. One leg moves onto the couch to straddle me as your hand supports you on the couch you hover over me.... your flat stomach in front of me but as I look up slightly, your amazing round breasts are lingering in front of my face. You move your shoulders slightly, jiggling your chest, inviting me to touch your breasts and I eagerly submit. I slowly bring my hands to your thighs and lightly caress your soft skin over your hips, past your waste and then cup your beautiful breasts in my hands.

You then sit on top of me grinding yourself against my hardening cock, with your back arched you are pushing your firm tits in my face. Rubbing them into me, allowing me to bury myself into you and as I come up for air I softly hold them and suck each nipple slightly. Then soft kisses, all around your nipples and my tongue in guides through your cleavage. This is amazing, you are amazing and I am starting to drip cum from my cock as I have wanted this so badly. I have wanted you so much this week and hunger for your sex...

You undo my pants and help pull them off, boxers too and then you straddle me again. This time I feel your hot wet pussy rubbing hard against my now aching cock. Your small g-string feels drenched with your juices and I am loving the feeling of you grinding, stroking my cock with your wet pussy. You know I love this, you know how to turn me on and you are sooooo good at it baby.

I reach down and pull the front of the g-string aside, exposing your trimmed wet pussy. You moan as you go back to grinding me and this further intensifies the feelings we have and desire for each other. I can feel your pussy lips on either side of my cock as you stroke me up and down. I can even feel your engorged clit rubbing against me and I know you are ready to slide my cock inside of you.

As I reach around to grab your ass firmly I hear a noise... "Beep Beep Beep...."

At that moment you say, "sorry baby I didn't know that the alarm was set"... 

Slightly, awake I feel disoriented and quickly disappointed as I recall the last few seconds of what sadly has turned out to be a dream.

But to my surprise, you come back to me once the morning alarm is shut off. I quickly realize I am naked in bed and your hand is wrapped around my thick, hard... cock. 

"Can I continue baby", you say, as you lightly stroke me. "We have not had much time together for this so when I woke up early I felt like playing with your cock, teasing you ... I've missed your big cock this week baby". You smile as your eyes meet mine and you move over me and slowly take the head of my cock in your mouth.

I am instantly rock hard again and any disappointment of my lost dream is now gone, just a memory replaced by your firm hold of my cock and slow sucking motion you are doing to me. Your hand is holding me at the base and as I look at you I see my cock disappear past your sexy lips and deep into your mouth. I love the slow way you suck my cock. How you moan and twist your head, switching your tongue around and around the head of my cock.

As great as this feels, I recall just moments ago in my dream you were about to fuck me and that is what I am wanting now. You see in my eyes that I want you and I reach down to comb my fingers through your hair and move some of your long brown hair to one side of your face, touch your cheek and I invite you to come on top of me. You slowly release my cock from your mouth and crawl on top of me... ever so slowly with your big round tits hovering over my body, your nipples touching my thigh, mmmm my cock, then stomach and chest as you come to rest on top of me.

You slowly sit up now, grinding your pussy on my throbbing cock and you are so wet I slide right into you. I can't believe how wet you are and wonder how long you were playing with my cock, sucking it and massaging my balls before the alarm went off.

You are very turned on as you go straight to bouncing up and down on my hard cock, vigorously. I am in heaven watching your tits bounce, seeing you lean back and letting my big cock explore your tight pussy. God you feel amazing as I hear you moan and say my name. I love feeling your tight pussy wrapped around my cock. I wrap my hands around you, firmly holding your ass and begin to fuck you in rhythm as you continue to ride me.

You are moaning louder now but seem to be slowing your speed. I then pull you down on me, wrap my arms around you, your tits now tight against my chest. I want you, want the fast rhythm to stay. While you are tiring from riding me, fucking me .. I take over.. I hold you tight and with your legs spread wide over me I start fucking you fast and hard. I move my hands down to your ass and hold it tight allowing me to go deeper in your pussy and can feel big cock slamming against your pussy and hammering your clit in each thrust. As you kiss my neck, moan loudly into the pillow I can feel your pussy becoming more wet around my cock... I hold you tighter and keep my fast, hard rhythm and you continue to moan in my ear. 

"I'm cumming baby, oh god I am cumming for you" you say... " please cum inside me now I want you ... please cum in my pussy", 'Cum.... cumm... cummmmm" you shudder as I feel your release. At the same time I feel myself deep inside you and I am shooting hot cum with every thrust. Filling you with my cum and not wanting this amazing feeling to end. I continue to slide in and out of you ... slowly now... as we both enjoy the end of our orgasm... xoxox

... Best Morning EVER!!