by: Jeannie Duncan©
Today I was browsing through our photo albums and came across an old picture of a wedding party. The group was arranged on the fantail of a medium size yacht with Lois and Frank Richardson the central couple. I, as matron of honor, was standing beside Lois while Eric Cranston, who should have been in the position of best man beside Frank, was next to me with an arm around me. Close look reveals that the hand on the end of that arm is holding a tit - my tit. That picture was never made public but Jack managed to get a print. I believe that he and Eric set it up with the photographer. There is also a picture, taken at the reception, of my husband's hand firmly planted on the ass of Eric's wife, Gloria. What memories those two pictures evoke.
This was at a time when Jack and I were not currently into social sex. Our cozy little foursome with David and Millie had ended when we left academia and the daily struggle with getting established in the real world left little opportunity for socializing at any level. Besides, a nightly romp with Jack was still supplying all the physical gratification my young body could use.
Then one day, my childhood friend, Lois, phoned from Florida to tell me she had met the man she had been looking for and ask me if I would be matron of honor at their wedding. I objected to being called 'matron' but when Lois told me that Gloria would be there, I eagerly accepted the invitation.
Gloria, Lois and I had been closest of friends since grade school. We'd shared the wonders of developing titties, first menstruation and teenage sexual fantasies. We lied outrageously to each other about sexual escapades, explored the mysteries of each other's bodies and shared discoveries of gratifying procedures. When Gloria first touched tongue to my little pleasure button, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.
Well, anyway, Jack and I arranged time-off and flew to Tampa where Lois met us and drove us down to Sarasota where she'd reserved rooms. Gloria and Eric arrived later, having driven down from Georgia. Eric grabbed me and gave me a big smooch. I pressed back against him and had the satisfaction of feeling a developing lump between us. I had told Jack about the pact we three girls had long ago sworn - that we would always share and that included husbands if we ever got them. Eric's forward behavior informed me that Gloria had mentioned it to her husband too.
Lois introduced Jack to Gloria who immediately presented her lips for a kiss. Jack's enthusiastic acceptance of the invitation left little doubt that the bride and groom were not the only ones to get laid this weekend.
Frank , the bridegroom, arrived shortly and we went down to an early dinner. He was an enchanting man, rather thin and quiet - almost shy. He objected mildly when Eric informed him that a group of his friends were waiting in the bar and they had planned a bachelor party to celebrate his last day of freedom. He looked a bit apprehensive at vague hints of debaucheries in store for him but Lois laughed, "Go ahead honey but save some for me - and that goes for all three of you."
"And for all three of us." Gladys chipped in.
After the men left, we three girls went back to Lois' room, ordered up a couple of bottles of champagne, got into our teddies and settled down to some old time girlie talk. I reminded Gloria of what a jolt it had been the first time she kissed my puss so she just pushed me over and did it again. Lois joined in and we spent the next ten minutes in the old triangle like in high school days. We broke it up laughing. "And I'm going to hold you to our old pact and screw that Jack of yours before the weekend is over." Gloria informed me.
"Well, I've already had a hand on Eric's jock under the table at dinner." I tossed back at her and turned to Lois. "And what about Frank? Is he privy to our highly improper behavior?"
"We may have a problem there." Gloria cut in. "Eric met him first at work and they had become pretty close buddies by the time I introduced him to Lois. They hit it off together from word go and the next thing I knew they were engaged."
"Before anyone told him that she was a sometime bed-buddy to his best friend?" I suggested.
"More than sometime." Lois put in. "For over a year he had been my sole supplier. I'd had a bad experience and was wary of getting involved with another man. Gloria saved me from depression by having Eric calm my raging hormones at least once a week."
Gloria shrugged. "Well, that's what friends are for isn't it?"
"So Lois has found the man she wants to supply ninety percent of her sex life and is afraid he might be pissed off to find out that she's been playing house with the good friend who introduced her to him - and you can be sure that he will eventually find out."
"Worse that that." Lois said gloomily. "I want him to find out. I want to feel free to spend a little quality time with Eric occasionally - or with your Jack. I'd like to get a bed big enough to hold the six of us where we could all get together every Christmas."
"Well," I said, "The only answer I can see is Gloria will have to seduce Frank before he marries Lois - and that gives us less than twenty four hours."
"That's what Eric said." Gloria shook her head. "But how in hell do I do that without risking severe trauma to the dear boy?"
"Oh poo." Lois exclaimed. "He's a big boy and no stranger to screwing - I can attest to that. He's already commented that your ass really turns him on and I've hinted that sooner or later he just might get a piece of it. - Go for it girl."
It was about two thirty when a knocking on the door announced the return of our menfolk. Gloria and I opened up and allowed Jack and Eric to stagger in but we each put a hand against Frank's chest and pushed him back into the hall.
"Hey, what's up here?" He complained. "I wanna see my bride."
"It's already your wedding day and you can't see the bride until it's time for the ceremony." Gloria told him firmly.
We herded him, protesting and complaining, down to his room. "I just wanted one more sinful lay from her before we become old stick-in-the-mud married people." He grumbled.
"Well you ain't going to get it." I informed him as Gloria and I herded him down to his bedroom.
He continued protesting as we stripped his clothes off and threw back the sheets. "There, you sober up and get some sleep; you have a long day ahead of you." I said as we tipped him over on the bed.
"I can never get to sleep with a hard-on." He complained and rolled onto his back to display that he did indeed have a formidable erection.
"We'll just have to get rid of it then." I wrapped my hand around it and began pumping. He gave me a big sloppy grin.
"Hey, that's no way to treat a man on his wedding day." Gloria spoke up. "He's entitled to come into a real live pussy." She had removed all her clothing and in one smooth move she knocked my hand away, straddled the man and lowered herself onto his magnificent tool.
"Oooh that's nice." I heard him exclaim as I let myself out.
Back in the room, Lois had Jack and Eric stripped naked and was holding an eager cock in each hand. "Damn." She laughed. "I was hoping you would stay with Gloria and Frank so I could have both of these tonight." She pushed Eric toward me and pulled Jack over on top of her. Three seconds later I had my clothes off.
"I've been eager for this moment ever since Lois told me about your pact." Eric breathed in my ear as he slid his friendly weapon in to the hilt. Damn it felt good.
The next day was sunny and not too hot. Gloria and Frank were married on the fore-deck of the yacht Xanadu and no guest was left holding an empty flute of champagne or Mimosa. I usually drink very little but every time my glass dropped below three quarters full, some handsome young steward would drift by and refill it. By the time we gathered on the fantail for photographs, I was flying. When Eric placed an arm around me and firmly cupped my right breast in his strong right hand, my pussy tingled with the memory of his recent visits to my interior. Our attention was drawn to the bride and groom. As I gazed at Frank, so tall and virile, my insides trembled with the sure anticipation that before midnight he too would be added to the short list of lovers I could call on to fulfill my fantasies.
Bride and groom were radiant, as the saying goes, and nobody would suspect that the bride had spent the previous night with an old lover while the groom was enjoying a first-timer with the wife of his best man. Nor would they have guessed that they were both slated to get royally fucked by yet other dear friends before they became literally joined together in marriage.
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