12 comments/ 100229 views/ 19 favorites A Crazy Wedding Day By: Stargaze This is a continuation of "A Crazy...." series. I suggest you read my previous work before this one, to help you out though the story does catch you up. I have many fans of this series, and I would like to ask if you do like this and the other stories it follows, that you please leave me a friendly comment. These comments make writing these stories worth it. Thank you, and enjoy this latest installment. * The sun shined brightly in the morning sky, and I knew it was going to be a perfect day. There were still many hectic hours of last minute preparations to be handled, but I was confident the day would be flawless. It was a day I had been looking forward to for three years, the day that would make things change forever, for I was going to have a new mother. And I couldn't think of anyone better in the world for the job, than my father's gorgeous fiancée Renee. Since my father started dating her we had shared many incredible times together, more so than possibly imaginable to most people. It all started years back on a crazy summer day by the pool when my best-friend Kristen and I decided to get a little wild with my father, whom we had both been dreaming about for some time. Since that incredible day, we had enjoyed countless experiences together sexually; at home, on a cruise and even on a sailboat in the middle of the ocean. On occasion I would enjoy time alone at home with my father, and when he met Renee I feared it would all end, but it only got better. When we quickly discovered that Renee was bi-sexual, it didn't take long before I tried something with her. And when she discovered the relationship between me and my father, her acceptance made her a definite keeper. She was always more like a sister to me, or a lover, but I still looked to her in times of need, and she had motherly qualities about her that my biological mother never did. With my biological mother finally in another relationship with some resort big-wig in Puerto Rico, I knew she would be out of my life for the most part, and that's exactly the way I wanted it. She would never approve of our lifestyle, because the fact was most of the world didn't. We ran into some trouble on the beach a few summers ago when my father's students had witnessed us kissing on the beach. I was topless as well, which didn't make it any better. With rumors flying around my father's high school, he had put a stop to the sexual encounters between us. I was devastated for months, until it finally ended on New Year's Eve later that year. Since then things definitely have improved, but they never fully returned to the way they were during that first year with Renee. And when I finally met someone I had feelings for months after that, my insistence on being with my father regularly stopped. I met Brad at a college party. Kristen had been going strong with her boyfriend Cory for about five months already when we attended the party together, with me tagging along as the third wheel. Cory didn't mind, in fact he had constantly hoped for another encounter he was so lucky to have one night when Kristen offered to let her boyfriend have sex with me. The threesome was a lot of fun, but Cory's behavior afterwards had led to a rift between Kristen and I, and I never allowed it to happen again, despite even Kristen's requests. Brad and I hit it off quickly, and unlike the random guys I had slept with for a while just to have a man in my bed, Brad actually gave me pleasure. He was a pretty good conversationalist too, and I quickly became interested in him for more than just sex. My father and Renee were overjoyed when they heard I had a boyfriend, and despite the feelings they both shared for me, and the fun we had together, they knew this was definitely healthier for me. What made me happy was knowing that even though my sexual encounters with my father and his fiancée were probably stopping, I knew that they would never come to an end entirely. Renee enjoyed being with another woman from time to time, and who better to share her bed with than her fiancé's daughter? After the last time when my father tried to put an end to things out of morality issues and fear of losing his job among many other problems, he finally came to realize that the world couldn't tell him how to love his daughter. We agreed that it was best not to do anything in public ever again, like we did when we made out on the beach that time, and not to be together as often. So over the past few years as I have been seeing Brad, my mind didn't worry about my father, nor did I think of him when I was having sex with Brad, for I knew I would always have Daddy if I needed him. So here I was, in my room, looking out at the beautiful morning just outside my window. It was my father's wedding day, and Renee was going to officially become my mother. I could hardly contain my excitement. Everything was ready for the big event; the flowers, the escort, the cake, and the incredible venue my father and Renee agreed on, a private beach off a large and beautiful resort on Key Largo. In a few hours my father would be standing at the alter with the sun setting on the bay in the background and kissing his new wife, with me at her side as her maid of honor. Kristen would be over shortly, for she too was in the bridal party and we still had to go to the hair salon as well as get our nails done. As I stood there nude in my room and peering out the window at the palm tree in our front yard, I felt a hint of sadness. I knew my father had promised me what we had would never end, but with his marriage to Renee upon us, would he change his mind? Now that I thought about it, it had been quite some time since I had been with my father. Having a steady thing with Brad these past few years, I guess I felt awkward fooling around with my father behind his back. I knew I shouldn't be cheating, as I was sure Brad was faithful, but something told me if it was with my father it wasn't cheating, because it was more about love. I knew I was probably wrong, but I didn't care. I had only been with my father about a dozen times over the past three years though, so I guess I was trying to be a good girlfriend. But as I stood there I realized I hadn't been with my father in almost a year, and even though I felt confident his marriage to Renee wouldn't change things, I felt I needed to remind him. Suddenly I heard the bathroom door open down the hall and I looked out of my doorway to see my father coming out with a towel around his waste. Renee wasn't home this morning, for the traditional rules of the groom seeing his bride before the altar couldn't be broken. Renee was superstitious, so she slept at her sister's house last night. I stood in the doorway, completely exposed and smiled at my father. "Excited Daddy?" He was surprised to see me there, and the smile was wide on his face, "More than you can imagine." His eyes surveyed my body for the millionth time, and it still sent shivers down my spine as it did the first day I let my father see me naked. "She's amazing Daddy, you're going to be the happiest man in the world." "I'm already the happiest man in the world," he said with a huge grin. With that I let the smile fade from my face for a moment and I approached him. "Daddy?" I said with a concerned face. "What's wrong hunny?" "I know you said many times that nothing will ever change, but..." "Don't worry about that sweetheart," he jumped in, knowing exactly what I was going to ask before I did. "I promised things wouldn't, and I never intend on breaking my promise hunny." As he said this, he wrapped his arms around me, and held me against him in the hallway. My breasts felt wonderful against his bare chest. I felt relieved, but at the same time I had another thought cross my mind, and I jumped to ask him. "Daddy, could you make love to me?" "Hunny, you know I would love to, but I don't think today..." "PLEASE Daddy!" I begged him, pushing my body against him further. "I know once you get dressed you're going to be very busy today, and I know today is your special day, but Daddy, before you marry Renee, could you please, please make love to me one last time?" I don't know what it was, but for some reason I wanted my dad's last time making love as a "bachelor" to be with me, his daughter. "PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE..." I nagged him, until he smiled. "Okay love, but as strange as it may sound, don't tell Renee." "Why not?" I asked surprised. "Oh, only because it's our wedding day and she might want to know that she has me to herself today." "Oh Okay Daddy, I understand," I said with a smile. I knew it wasn't common for a man to have sex the morning of his wedding, especially with another woman. With that said I gave him a flirtatious grin and pulled his towel off. His large cock rose to attention and he smiled and said, "Come here sweetie." I squealed in delight as he grabbed my bare ass and lifted me up. Our lips came together and my tongue found his as he carried me into his bedroom. Throwing me onto the bed, I giggled as he climbed on top of me. He wasn't as slow and romantic as he usually was when we were alone, but this time I didn't care. Maybe it was the excitement of the day, or the fact that he was getting to fuck his daughter for the first time in almost a year, but suddenly he was a wild boy. He entered me quickly and his hands found my breasts as he took each one into his mouth and sucked on my nipples. I wrapped my arms around him as he pumped himself hard into me, slamming the bed frame against the headboard. "OH YESSSSS!" I screamed. "FUCK ME DADDY!! FUCK ME HARD!!!!" He continued to pound me, mashing his face into my tits before coming up to slip his tongue back into my mouth. The sex with my father that morning was amazing, and even though it didn't last as long as most times when we're together, the memory stuck with me all day. So there I was, hours later standing by the alter, wearing a stunning merlot red bridesmaid dress, my long blonde hair twisted above my head and pinned to perfection and looking out on the crowd of onlookers; some of our closest family and friends, and all I could think about was that morning, when I had my father, the groom to my left, all to myself. I hadn't told a soul about our morning adventure, in fear it would get back to Renee, as my father wished. It killed me not to tell Kristen, who stood beside me looking as beautiful as I'd ever seen her, and it also was difficult to keep it from Brad, who stood on the other side of the aisle, as one of my father's ushers. His reaction would be much, much different. Since we had been dating, Brad and my father had become good friends, and my father was very pleased with the choice I had made in a boyfriend. Brad was a man's man, about six feet tall and rather toned, he looked like my father, just about twenty five years younger. My father had definite concerns about our relationship once I started getting serious with Brad. As promised, he told me our relationship would not change, but he suggested we cool things off a lot, which we did. Unlike Kristen, I planned on telling Brad about my unique relationship with my father, but I just could never build up the courage, in fear he would not only leave me, but announce it to the world, which is exactly what my father's biggest fears were. So as I smiled at my boyfriend who looked really sexy in his tuxedo, oblivious that I had cheated on him that very morning, with my father. I felt naughty. I felt bad. But at the same time I felt wonderful. This was the relationship I shared with my dad, and I wouldn't want it any other way. So as I looked on at the crowd, I knew I had a tremendous secret to guard, and I cherished it. Suddenly the soft music stopped and I heard the familiar tune Here comes the bride; and as everyone rose to their feet, I saw Renee walk down the aisle with her father. She looked utterly amazing in her rather skimpy wedding dress. It was a simple white gown that was held up at the shoulders. The front revealed enough of her amazing cleavage to draw attention and it was completely backless. In fact the back plunged so low it revealed the tattoo that Renee had on the small of her back. I thought it was amazingly sexy, and I knew, beside her shoes and small white floral pins in her hair, that it was the only piece of clothing she was wearing. Renee like me wasn't a fan of underwear, so we chose to wear it only when necessary. This wasn't one of those times. I wondered how hot it would be if you could see the top of her ass crack with that dress. It wasn't that low however. As she approached the altar she smiled at my father with beaming eyes, and then looked at me and winked. She was amazingly gorgeous, and I never wanted to fuck her more than that moment. When her father kissed her before heading to his seat , I quickly wondered what kind of relationship she had with him, and if it could possibly ever have been as amazing as the one I had with my father. She had never admitted having any relations with her father, but I had never asked her. Come to think of it, she had taken to the fact that I was involved with my father rather easily when she first found out, I wondered. As the ceremony continued my father and Renee recited their vows and kissed in an embrace as they were announced to the crowd. I smiled widely; Renee was now my mother. The reception started quickly after, and it was the most beautiful wedding I had ever attended. As imagined the sun was setting on the calm waters of the gulf, and the party was going on underneath strings of white lights all over the open grass field adjacent to the beach. I danced with Brad for a while, before he sat down to chat with Cory. and Kristen and I shared a fast dance. Everyone was having a great time and Kristen and I didn't hide our emotions as we grinded our bodies together drawing some whistling from the men in the crowd. My mother would have been appalled at my behavior, my biological one anyway. But now I had a new mother, and she was very much in approval, especially because I started grinding with her next. "Congratulations!!!" I shouted over the music as I danced with Renee, "You look fucking radiant!!!" "Thanks!" she yelled back smiling widely. "My dad is a lucky man!!" I replied. "I know!!" she yelled back. "And I heard he got lucky again this morning!" Her words shocked me, but based on the smile still on her face I knew things we ok. Unable to hold in my wide smile, I yelled, "Who told you??" "Who else knows?" she joked. "Guess he was nervous I'd freak out, wanted to get it off his chest!" "You're cool with it??" I yelled back, unable to believe we were actually shouting this conversation among our family and friends. "Of course I'm cool babe, you wanted to be his last, it's understandable!" she shouted just as her brother, another one of the ushers came to borrow her to dance with. After a while my feet were hurting me despite losing my shoes a long time ago so I sat down. Brad was deep into conversation about a baseball game and seemed to ignore my requests for him to rub my feet. Suddenly Kristen came back from dancing with my father and asked me if I wanted to take a walk on the beach with her. I agreed despite the pain, hoping the sand and the cool water would sooth them. As we walked down the beach, with the music getting lower in the distance behind us, Kristen and I talked about the day, and I told her about my morning sex with my dad. "Oh my God you lucky bitch!" she screamed as I laughed. "That's so fucking hot, you got to fuck the groom before the bride!" "Well no, they weren't married yet," I corrected her. "Big fucking deal, that's still hot, and she was cool with it too??" "Yeah, said everything was fine." "You have one fucking awesomely cool step-mother sweetie," she said with a grin. "Call her my mother, I don't want to call her my step-mother." And with good reason, Kristen understood. As we walked further we talked about lots of things and then Kristen brought up the time when we were on a beach in the Bahamas, very secluded like this one, and we made love on the sand, before some guys swam in from a sailboat to try and score with us. "Yeah that was funny," I laughed. "Wanna do it again?" she said with that familiar flirtation. "What? Here?" "Fuck yeah, who's gonna know?" She had a point. I saw some people walking on the beach earlier, but this area seemed quite deserted. "What about our dresses?" I asked. "Try not to get them dirty, like this," and suddenly Kristen pulled her dress over her head revealing that she too, like me and Renee, was wearing absolutely nothing under her dress. Laying the dress softly in the sand, Kristen stood there completely naked, and still within view, though about a good two hundred yards from the reception. The section of the beach wasn't lit well, and with the sun down a few hours now, I decided to go for it. In an instant I let my dress fall to my feet and I stepped out of it completely nude. Together we held hands as we raced into the water and embraced in it, our wet bodies pressed against each other. As we made out I felt her hands fall on my breasts, and her fingers play with my nipples. As our feet found the soft sand below the calm water, I took her nipples in my mouth one by one, and sucked the droplets of salt water off each one. "Oh my God fuck me!" she exhaled and she threw me on the sand. I lain on top of her as our fingers found each others wet and waiting clams, and we fucked by the light of the moon, and the stars beyond. It was incredibly hot, and when we both reached an amazing climax moments later, I collapsed in her arms and kissed her passionately. Sand was everywhere, even in my mouth, which was annoying, but I didn't complain. "You know, I wish there was a way I could make you my sister," I said. "I wish so too Melis, cause you have one fucking awesome family!" she laughed. "Hey, you know what I meant!" "Yea, I know babe, but consider me your sister." "I already do," I said. As we made our way back up the beach toward the party, we played a little game seeing who would put on their dress last. I knew it was a daring game, and I didn't trust Kristen fearing she'd walk back to the dance area fully nude. My heart raced as we came close enough to make out faces in the crowd when we were still completely naked, holding our dresses in our hands. Finally I gave in and slipped into my dress, with sand still falling out of my little corners. Kristen laughed and told me I lost, which I was fine with and she put her dress back on too, and I was relieved. "Where'd you go?" Brad said as I came to the table. "For a walk, I told you but you didn't hear me," I said. "Why is your hair wet?" he asked. "Um...because I went for a swim silly," I said with a smile. "In what?" he asked before realizing. "You swam naked??" "What's the big deal?" "Someone could have seen!" "Oh please Brad, we were all the way down the beach," I said getting annoyed with him. "Who's we??" "Me and Kristen." "Are you fucking crazy?" he said looking cross. "Oh c'mon Brad, it's not like I was with a guy." "This is your father's wedding," he said as if to remind me. "You're right, I'll ask him if he wants to come next time," I joked. "How much have you had to drink?" he asked. "Not too much," which was the truth. I was kind of shocked Brad was being such an asshole about the whole thing. And when I met Kristen in the bathroom later on, she said Cory was jealous as hell and wished he had come with us. "Did you tell him we had sex?" "Yeah!" she laughed. A Crazy Wedding Day "I wish Brad was more like Cory," I shrugged. "Don't worry, maybe later we can ask him to join us for a swim and he'll be cool with it." During the years Brad and I dated, he had no idea how much of a nudist I had become. I tried very hard to keep my secret life to myself, in fear of his reaction. Asking him to skinny dip with me and my girlfriend would be a leap in the right direction, and I considered it. Brad knew that Kristen and I had been lovers, and he was cool with that so it was one of the main reasons I started dating him. At one point in our relationship I suggested to him if he wanted to have Kristen join us for a threesome, as she had done for me when I needed a man desperately a few years back. But to my surprise he declined the offer and shot back asking me if I'd sleep with Cory if Kristen asked me to join them. I told her I wouldn't, which now was technically the truth since I had turned Kristen down on that very offer multiple times now. But what Brad didn't know was that I had already been with them, and Cory was a great fuck. Kristen told me not to worry about Brad and enjoy the party, which I intended to do. Back on the dance floor I found my dad for a slow dance, and he too asked me about my wet hair. He laughed when I told him and told me we were crazy. "Wish ya coulda joined us don't ya?" I asked as we turned slowly. "You bet I do," he beamed. "Did you get to fuck your bride yet?" I asked him. He chuckled and said, "Unfortunately not yet." "Well you better hurry up, before some beats you to it," I joked, referring to myself. He just laughed and we continued to dance. When it was over I told him I loved him and gave him a soft and rather long kiss on the lips. I didn't care who noticed, though I withheld my tongue this time. After a few more songs I joined Kristen at another table talking to her younger sister Lindsey. I had met Lindsey on occasion, but never got to know her too well. She was eighteen now and was going to attend the same college Kristen and I just graduated. Lindsey was a young hottie, with short wavy brown hair and knock-out hazel eyes, she was definitely a gorgeous girl. And her breasts had developed nicely over the past few years and were now bigger than my own. They were displayed wonderfully in her gown which squeezed them together to reveal a lot of cleavage. "Where's your boyfriend?" I asked her. "He had to go on a family trip," she said shrugging her shoulders. "Ah, that sucks....why didn't you go with him?" "Nah...they're going hunting and fishing with his brothers, I don't want any part of that," she said. She was really a cutie, and it was at that moment that I remembered Kristen telling me years ago that she used to fool around with her sister when they were younger. I wondered if her sister was still into girls. "Beautiful night isn't it?" I said trying to keep conversation. "Oh my God, it's breathtaking!" she replied. "Isn't the water gorgeous?" Kristen added catching my drift. "It looks so calm," she said. "Melissa and I went for a swim earlier," Kristen shot out unexpectedly. "What?" Lindsey laughed. "Yep," I smiled and nodded my head. "You have bikini's on?" "No silly, we skinny-dipped," Kristen said to her sister. "Get the fuck outta here," she said smiling, "you're kidding right?" "Feel my hair," I said taking her hand in mine and holding it to my still rather moist hair. "Holy shit!" she gasped, "how the fuck did you get away with that?" "We went down the beach," I said. "Wanna come?" Kristen added. Lindsey laughed and gave it some quick thought before saying she didn't think she was brave enough. Kristen and I tried to convince her to try it, but she decided she was too cowardly to attempt it, to my disappointment. As the evening wined down my father and Renee cut their cake and smeared it all over each other as everyone laughed. Renee got some of the cake on her dress, though she didn't seem to care. As the music started up again, I found Renee off in the distance coming back from the bathroom. Some guests were leaving and she was just saying goodbye to them as I walked up to her. "Hey there mom," I said with a smile. Renee laughed, "That sounds so weird!" "Get used to it," I joked. "So what you up to sexy, having a good time?" she asked. "Definitely!" I said and I told her about my adventure on the beach with Kristen. "WOW!" she said and smiled, " That sounds fucking awesome!" "Wanna come with us?" I asked. "Gosh, I would love to, but I think people would notice if they saw the bride walking down the beach." She had a point, but then I thought of something. "What about after the party?" "That could be fun," she hinted. Changing the topic I looked at the stain on her dress, "Couldn't get it out?" "Nah, it's ok, I'll wash it later." Suddenly something came over me, and I pulled her close to me and kissed her. Our lips met and my tongue slipped into her mouth to find hers. It was a surreal moment. We just stood there in the path leading to the hotel, just around the bend from the reception, and I was making out with the bride, my new mother. I don't know what came over me, but seeing her in her white dress had made me incredibly horny. I put my hands on her shoulders and slipped the dress slowly off them and opened my eyes to watch it fall to the ground. I now had the bride completely naked with her gown around her ankles. I caressed her breasts and took each one in my mouth. As I did I let my own dress fall to the floor as I pressed my naked body against hers and kissed her again. Suddenly she stopped and quickly bent down for her dress. With a smile on her face she laughed and said, "Sweetie you're gonna get me in a lot of trouble!" I laughed too, knowing what we had just done was beyond daring. Any of the guests could have walked around the bend at any moment on their way out, and seen us there naked, embraced and kissing passionately. I lifted my dress and put it back on just before one of the many couples came down the walkway. "There you are," the woman in blue said to Renee. "We had a wonderful time but we have to get going, babysitter needs to get home," she said. As Renee gave them each a kiss on the cheek as did I, they departed. We both started roaring in laughter. That was definitely a close one. As I found Kristen again I started to wonder if I was the first person to make out with the bride. And later on found out that I was, which jubilated me. I think Renee was the first bride to make out with a female before her new husband. We never told my father about the dresses coming off, but I did tell him about the kiss, and he joked that I was for real about getting to her first. As the party drew to a close I was looking forward to taking another stroll down the beach, but after the last person left the area was flooded with bright lights so the caterers could clean the area and put all the chairs and tables away. My father and Renee didn't seem ready to jump into the dark ocean with us, exciting as it sounded, so instead Brad and I went to our hotel room on the tenth floor. He had apologized for his reaction to my beach walk with Kristen and admitted thinking of the two of us jumping into the surf with nothing on seemed amazingly hot to imagine. I told him he wouldn't have had to imagine it if he wasn't so stupid. Knowing my father was in his suite with his new bride, and probably christening every corner of it, I didn't expect to be getting any action from the bride or groom that night, though how amazing that would be. Instead, I had my boyfriend. As drunk as he was, he was still ready to go, and I was so horny from the encounters with Kristen and Renee, that I needed to have sex. Within seconds of walking in the door of our ocean view junior suite, my shoes were kicked to the corner and my dress was on the floor. I jumped on Brad like a wild animal and tore what remained of his tuxedo off his toned and rather tan body. Impaling his cock into me, I rode him like a cowgirl in a rodeo. "Whoooooooo!" I screamed, having quite a few drinks in me as well. He just moaned as he knocked me up and down, my tits waving in the air before he put a hand on each one and sucked them like they were his mothers. "Ohhhhh, right there!!!" I moaned louder, "YESSSSS!" He came rather quickly, and luckily I was already reaching an orgasm from all the excitement outside, I didn't need to fake it. After he shot his load into me he collapsed on the bed in exhaustion, and despite my requests for another round, he passed out within minutes. Disappointed despite my orgasm, I wanted more. I didn't know if I should bother Kristen, and I certainly didn't want to go knocking on my father's door on his wedding night. Not that he would mind me joining them, but I wanted to give them some privacy on their first night together, at least for now. Unsure what to do, I had a naughty idea and decided to open the sliding glass door behind the curtains and step out on the balcony. Completely nude, the gentle breeze coming in off the sound sent shivers through every corner of my body. The balcony was a decent size, with a small table out there and two chairs. Without hesitation I walked out to the railing, a good three feet or so from the doorway, and leaned against it and looked around. From my vantage point I could see the grassy area where some employees were still folding up tables. What an amazing evening it was, and as I watched them close the remainder, I reminisced about the days events, and how amazing my life had been up to this point. After staring out at the calm waters beyond the beach and the brightly lit stars in the sky, I decided to head back inside and was startled when I turned around. "Um....hi," said the man who was sitting in the dark on the balcony adjacent to mine. He took me by so much surprised that I jumped. "Oh I'm sorry, didn't mean to scare you," he said. I was going to jolt for the door, but that's what the old me would have done, the Melissa who was self-conscious and cautious. Then again the old me wouldn't have been out on this balcony naked at all. Years ago I wouldn't have dared to come out here wrapped in a towel, or a bathrobe even. Now here I was stark naked on a not so private balcony, with the outside light on! "Hi," I said with a little tension in my voice, fighting the automatic will to cover myself. "Enjoying the evening?" he said softly. It was difficult to make out his features because of the light on my balcony and the darkness on his, but he appeared to be about forty years old or so. "It's been pretty nice," I said, now leaning with my back against the railing, and my arms at my sides, giving him a full frontal view of my naked body. "Sounds to me like you were having a pretty good time a few minutes ago," he chuckled. It just hit me that he heard my screaming. "Yeah," I laughed, "pretty good so far." "Where's your boyfriend now? Can we expect him?" "He fell asleep," I sighed automatically. I knew this man couldn't attack me, for there was about a two foot gap between his balcony and mine, not to mention the three foot high railing. "Ahhh, some guys just don't have what it takes," he said with a grin, his eyes surveying my body constantly. "Excuse me?" I laughed. "For your information my boyfriend is very good in bed." "I'm not saying he isn't darling, but you need a man that can take you all night." I wanted to tell him I have a man that could take me all night. A man that could take me, and two other woman all night and more, but I didn't want to talk about my father. "Oh really?" I snorted, "and you can do this?" "Girl, you need to let me teach you a thing or two," he said with a cocky grin. "Hahahahahahaha," I laughed so hard I almost had to wipe my nose. "Think that's funny do you?" he replied. I moved from my position against the wide railing, and leaned into the railing facing his balcony, my breasts were now about four feet from him. "You men are all alike, you talk the talk but can't walk the walk." "Why don't you let me hop that railing and we'll see who can walk." "That's not such a great idea," I said. "I don't think my boyfriend would take to kindly to finding his girlfriend getting nailed on the balcony by some intruder." "Come over here then, let the little boy sleep," he said calmly. "That's ok, thanks but I think I'll pass." I said. With my eyes adjusting to the darkness on his side, I could now see that he was wearing only boxers, and his hand was apparently stroking his cock inside them as he talked to me. "You apparently seem to be half way there anyway, you don't need any help." "Oh I could always use some help," he said standing up suddenly and approaching his railing. I was able to see him much better now that he was out of the shadows. He was definitely above forty, but was well toned for his age, and was pretty decent looking too. I had no intentions on letting this go any further, but I knew I was still horny, and part of my mind was actually considering it. With the man only two feet or so from my body now, my heart raced. I was used to being nude in front of others now, after frequenting the topless and sometimes nude beaches with Kristen, but I wasn't used to having conversations with complete strangers in the nude. The feeling excited me. "Where's your wife?" I asked him, suddenly noticing the ring on his finger. "Sleepin, same as your beau," he said without a second thought. "Mmm hmm," I said, "and you don't think your wife is going to mind you fucking some young hottie on her balcony?" "We're swingers," he said,"if she were awake she'd probably be excited to join us". "Is that so?" I asked wondering if he was telling the truth. The conversation was exciting me, but the actual plan seemed too risky to consider. Should Brad wake up and find me, he would sure explode in a rage of jealousy, and I wasn't sure how far that rage could go. One of my friends who knew Brad once told me he was arrested years ago for attempting to kill a man who slept with his ex-girlfriend. Brad since has always denied he ever got that crazy saying he got into a fight with him and made a mild threat, and because there was no evidence, he wasn't convicted. I never knew the entire truth, and it was the major reason I never told him about my father. Brad doesn't mind if I fool around with girls, it's only the men he has a problem with. I wasn't sure I wanted to risk an amazingly awesome day on this man just because I was horny and wanted to be fucked again. I didn't need the police showing up on my father's wedding night. With some sense crawling back into me, I smiled and interrupted him as he was going on about a wild threesome he and his wife apparently had one time. "You know, it sounds a lot of fun, but seriously, I can't." "You're afraid," he said sternly, losing the smile slightly in his boyish face. "Yes, I am, and it's not fear of doing anything with you," I said. "It's fear of what would happen to you, me, and your wife should my boyfriend wake up, because trust me, he would get in your room and kill you, me and anyone else in the room." "Relax baby, I'm not worried about your little boyfriend, I can handle myself," he said. "No, I'm sorry, this isn't happening," I said suddenly, and then said, "it was nice chatting with you, I hope you had a really good look so you can use it to get yourself off in a few minutes, but I'm going to bed." I turned quickly despite his pleas for me to wait and I went back into the bedroom, closing and bolting the door, hoping he wasn't crazy enough to climb over and attempt to come in my room. With my heart racing and my nerves a little irritated, I knew sleeping was going to be impossible. Brad was out cold on the bed, and breathing heavily. FUCK I thought to myself. I was SO horny, and I was seriously reconsidering going back out onto the balcony, telling him to be quiet and letting him come on over and fuck the shit out of me. But I knew I couldn't risk it. Plus I didn't have any protection, and I didn't want to mess with a swinger, if he was indeed one, without a condom. I sat there in the room silently for a good twenty minutes, still naked with the TV on low. There was some guy on TV trying to sell me a mop, and suddenly the phone rang. "Fuck!" I shouted under my breath, hoping the guy next door wasn't calling my room now. It began to ring a second time as I grabbed the headset and whispered, "Look, I said no!" "Um...who do you think this is?" said Kristen's voice on the other line. I was so happy to hear her voice, I quickly said, "Um...nothing, no one, err...I'll explain later, what's up?" "We're going down to the pool if you wanna join us," she said. "Who's we?" I asked with some excitement. "Me and Cory, who else?" "Oh," I said, slightly disappointed, hoping she heard from my dad. But then I realized my father would call me before Kristen if he needed anything. And tonight I was pretty sure Renee was giving him everything he needed, and more. "Sure, you going down now?" "Yep, Brad coming?" "You kiddin? He's out like a light!" "Geez," Kristen said. "Wait, isn't the pool closed now?" Glancing at the alarm clock on the night stand I said, "it's nearly twelve thirty." "Yeah it's closed but the guy at the desk said he'll let us use it if we're quiet," she said with a giggle in her voice. "Wait a second," I said, knowing Kristen was very good at getting what she wanted, but that was before she started dating Cory. "What'd you do?" With a laugh, she said, "Showed him my tits." "You're crazy Kriss," I laughed, "and Cory didn't have a problem with it?" "You kiddin? It was his idea when the guy said no!" I was jealous. Cory could be so much cooler than Brad at times, especially when it came to Kristen and I showing off our bodies. Brad flipped out when I told him we went to South Beach topless. I never had the guts to tell him about the nude beach. Maybe it was better he was sleeping, I thought. "I'm coming you crazy girl!" I said. It was very difficult to find my bikini in the suitcase without turning the lamp on, but now that I had a plan, I didn't want Brad to wake up. He might not want me going down to the pool, and I wasn't going to let my boring sleepy boyfriend put an early end to my evening. Changing quickly into my tiny string bikini, I started regretting having to wear it. Swimming nude was SO much more comfortable, but I guess I had no choice tonight. I exited the room extremely quietly hoping my horny neighbor wouldn't hear the door click in the hallway. When I made it down to the pool, I saw Kristen and Cory in the jacuzzi off to the side. It was a gorgeous lagoon shaped pool lighted from underneath, and there wasn't anyone around but the two of them. There were several rooms overlooking the pool, but I was grateful it wasn't mine or my neighbor's, which overlooked the sound on the other side. "Hey guys," I said as I stepped up to the edge of the misty bubbling water. "Thought you were going in the pool." "Too cold," Cory said. "Really?" I said surprised, "I thought this place would have a heated pool." "Yeah, well apparently what they consider heated, I consider cold," he said with a laugh. It didn't matter to me, I just wanted company. So I climbed into the jacuzzi and sat on Cory's left, Kristen on his right. "Ohhh, this feels nice!" I said. We sat there for a while talking about the evening and Kristen brought up our skinny dipping adventure in the ocean earlier. That's when I interrupted and shared my story about the man on the balcony. A Crazy Wedding Day "No shit!" Kristen wailed. "You shoulda fucked him!" "Wait, you're saying you'd do that if it were you?" Cory said to Kristen looking unsure. "No silly, I'm only joking around, you did the right thing Melis, he could have been crazy.....and er, you have a boyfriend." "So you go out on the balcony naked a lot do you?" Cory joked. "It's the first time I've ever tried it silly," I said. "Speaking of naked, I think I wanna take my top off now," Kristen said as she untied her bikini top without hesitation and tossed it aside. "What if someone comes?" I said shocked. "Look who's fucking talking Ms. Naked Balcony talk to a stranger girl!" I laughed, she had a point, and since Cory didn't seem to mind, I decided to lose my top too. As I was pulling it off, I said, "You guys don't mind do you?" Cory smiled widely and said, "Why would I mind?" I tossed my top to the side and smiled at Cory as he got an eyeful of my naked breasts. "Well this is nice," Cory joked. And with our laughter, Kristen suggested we all just get naked. I reminded her that we wouldn't be able to dress in time should someone come, but she told me she didn't know when the last time I cared who saw me naked was. We removed our bottoms, all three of us, and put them on the side of the jacuzzi. It felt wonderful to be free of that bikini, and naked again. The three of us sat there for a while in silence, before Kristen smiled and said, "Know what this reminds me of?" I suddenly shot Kristen a look telling her she couldn't be seriously bringing this up. I knew very well what she was talking about and I wasn't sure this was the right time to talk about it. I could tell both Cory and Kristen had visited the lobby bar before joining me in the pool, and Kristen was obviously not thinking clearly. "Um...about that time at your aunt's?" I joked talking about a time when Kristen and I used her aunt's jacuzzi. "You know what I'm talking about you bad, bad girl!" she said with a flirtatious look. Her gorgeous breasts bobbing up and down out of the suds. "I think you drank too much Kriss, I don't know what you're talking about." "Oh please, you only mention it like EVERY day!" she said laughing. Still playing it off like she was making this up, I said, "You think Brad would join us in the jacuzzi?" I was trying everything to change the subject, but she wouldn't get off it. "What happened?" Cory said with a smile on his face, apparently extremely interested. "Melissa and I were at her house a few summers ago," she started. "Don't Kriss," I said. "There we were, laying out in the sun, and little Melissa was all shy back then and I got her to take her bathing suit off," she went on. "So she gets used to it, and we're enjoying ourselves in the sun, in many ways mind you, and suddenly her dad comes home." "Oh shit!" Cory started laughing. "Wait, wait, so when he sees us all nakie, Melissa tells him to join us!" "Get the fuck outta here!" Cory said shocked, but not looking angry. "So her dad strips off his clothes and jumps in with us!" "Kristen, it didn't happen just like that," I squeezed in. "So then we start playing in the pool, you know splashing and such and her dad starts to throw us!" "Get out!" Cory added. "You shoulda seen this chick, her Daddy's hands all over her boobies and she was having the time of her life!" "You were too!" I laughed a bit now seeing that Cory was actually laughing at this story. "So what happened next?" "Well later on see, we're in the jacuzzi, just like this, and her dad is between us, and Melissa and I wanted to tease him." "Hahaha," Cory laughed, "what'd you do?" "We started making out!" Kristen said. "Sweet!" Cory whistled. "And that's not all, after we kiss, Melissa jumps on ol'Daddy and kisses him!" "Nooooo!" Cory said laughing. "That's not all!" she went on, "she mounts the man in the water, and starts to fuck him!" "No fucking way!!" Cory was amazed and still smiling. "Yes way! They fucked like animals! I was so turned on, I was like 'girl give me a try!' and I hoped on next!" "No fucking shit!!" Cory shouted. "Uh huh, fucking crazy shit right?" Kristen said. "So wait, you had sex with your father?" he said to me stunned. All I could do was nod with a slight smile on my face. "That's so fucking wild!!" he laughed. It took him like a second to realize what Kristen said and then he turned to her, "You had sex with him too??" "I told you it was a wild night," she smiled. Unsure whether he was comfortable with the knowledge that my father has fucked his girlfriend, he sat there for a minute. I feared an argument so I quickly said. "Yeah, we were crazy, want us to demonstrate?" "Yeah, you can pretend to be her dad," Kristen said catching my drift and suddenly our lips were locked. Kissing Kristen in the jacuzzi sent me over the edge, and suddenly all my hormones came raging back to life. Our tongues played with each other for a minute or so and then I let Kristen kiss her boyfriend. I knew I shouldn't let this go further, I had denied them many times on their wishes for another threesome, but I was super horny tonight, and Brad was sleeping and my Dad was probably still going at it with Renee. I made out with Cory next, and over the next few minutes he began sucking my tits and I kissed Kristen again. Kristen climbed on him first, and as they fucked I made sure to touch myself and kiss each one of them as much as I could. Cory pounded her up and down in the water, and to my surprise Kristen got off before he did. When I heard her orgasm, I was quick to push her off and replace her. It felt wonderful to have Cory's cock inside me again. I wasn't sure if it was because he was a better fuck than Brad, or because he was someone I wasn't supposed to be having sex with, but as he grabbed my tits and sucked on them, Kristen lending him a hand, I got off quickly once again, as did he, inside me. As I collapsed on him we kissed again when I saw someone near the pool in the distance. "Shit guys, there's someone coming!" I said. An older man in a hotel uniform came closer and didn't seem all that interested in seeing two hot young girls naked in the jacuzzi with a man. "What are you doing in here!? The pool's closed!" he yelled. Fearing he was going to draw attention from everywhere with his shouting, we apologized as we laughed and grabbed our stuff quickly as we got out. It was just then that I realized I forgot a towel. Kristen let me borrow hers and I wrapped it around myself. Kristen took her time dressing, walking all the way off the pool area completely naked before bothering to put her bikini back on. We all laughed it off and decided to call it a night. When we made it to the elevators I made out with Kristen once more and gave Cory a peck on the lips to thank them for making it a better night. I was confident Kristen wouldn't have any issues this time letting me share her boyfriend with her. When we got to the sixth floor they departed and I went up to the 10th floor alone. Prepared to sneak back into my room still dripping wet and drying off quietly, I was stunned when the doors opened and my father was standing there in gym shorts and nothing else. "Melissa?" he said shocked to see me/ "Dad?" I said surprised as well. "What are you doing up?" we said at the same time. "I was in the pool," I said. "Apparently," my dad said with a smirk. "What about you?" I asked. "Going to find the ice machine, apparently we don't have one on this floor." "Why are you looking for ice at this time of night?" I said as I stepped out of the elevator and lett the doors close behind me. "Thirsty?" "A little," my dad said smirking with a naughty grin. "Hmmm...need it for something else?" I joked. "Maybe that too," he said. "Having fun tonight with your wife?" "You should be in bed young lady," my dad scolded me like I was a little girl sneaking into the living room after bedtime. "You're right Daddy," I said with a naughty smile. "Mind if I join you in yours?" My dad's face glowed with delight from my suggestion. And as I followed him into his room and lost my bikini quickly, I joined my new parents on their bed for our first time together as a family.