The Wedding

This is part 3 of a series. If you haven't read the first two, this might not make much sense. Read those first.

Kauai was as amazing as I had remembered it. I didn't stay at the Hilton though. That was way too rich for my blood. I got an air B&B a few miles away. Ashly's dad was footing the bill for this thing and there was no expense too great for his girl. I grinned wondering what he would think about what she had been doing over the last month. Daddy's little girl was a cum swilling slut and I was happy to have found her.

"Josh," I said hesitantly. "Here's the thing I was going to ask you about over the phone," as I took a bite of my sandwich. He sat across from me at a nice little café where we were enjoying a good, if not overpriced sandwich.

"Sure man," he said with his normal enthusiasm. "What do you need?"

"Well, If I give you the name of the bride, can you look into the scheduling and see if she has booked a massage or something at the spa?"

His face darkened a little. "Awe man, I don't know. I could lose my job doing that shit," he said shaking his head.

"Dude, I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important," I implored. "Do me a solid, brother?"

He put his sandwich down and said, "Well, what's in it for me man?" looking a little irritated.

"I got you, man. And trust me, it's gonna be worth it," I said, nodding my head and smiling at him. We finished our lunch and agreed to talk later.

Josh got back to me the next day. He said, "As it turns out, man, she booked a massage for Saturday at 10am."

"That's the day after the wedding. Fucking perfect!" I said and slapped my hand on the table. "See you Saturday at 9:30," and almost left it at that. But remembering he was a surfer after all I added, "And don't be late, dude."

Saturday morning, I showed up at the Hilton and found the room where she was getting her massage in the spa area. I told reception I was her husband so they would let me in the back. Then I paid her massage therapist $200 bucks to fuck off, which he did happily. I peered into the room and there was Ashly, face down on the table. A white towel draped over her tight little ass, her tan back exposed, her face in the cradle.

I walked in like I owned the place, strapped on a fake accent and said, "Good morning miss,..." sounding more like Vlad the Impaler than anything. I grimaced.

"Mrs. Buckner," she said without lifting her head but holding up her hand with a finger displaying the Rock of Gibraltar. "Got married yesterday."

"Congratulations," I said, which came out sounding more like "I vant to suck your blood."

"Thanks," she said.

"What kind of pressure do you like?" I asked grabbing a bottle of oil off the table. "I bet you like it deep," I said, waiting for a reaction.

"Uhhmm, well, yeah. But not too deep. I just want to relax and let the stress of the last couple of weeks melt away," she said with a flourish of her fingers out in front of her."

I poured some oil in my hands and rubbed them together. "We can do that," I said, placing my hands at her shoulders and thumbs along her spine I slowly pressed in and worked down along her spine to her ass.

"Ohhh, god," she moaned. "I needed this."

I worked on her back for a few minutes. Then I moved down and took the towel and exposed one of her legs and a tight little butt cheek. I stuffed the towel gently between her legs and pulled the towel up between the crack of her ass. She wiggled a little but didn't protest. I sunk my thumbs into her butt cheek, then ran them down her leg feeling her flesh and enjoying the lack of tan lines. Then I pulled her leg out to the side and said, "I'm going to do a little work on your I - T band." She said nothing and I started running my thumbs up the outside of her leg.

"Oh, that's tight," she moaned.

"It certainly is," I replied smiling. After about the 3rd pass up her leg I let my fingers ease under the towel and brush up along her asshole. That got her attention.

She popped up on her elbows and turned to undoubtedly give me some shit about being more careful. Then she saw my face and she lit up with a broad smile.

"Mother fucker," she said slowly.

"You didn't really think I would miss your wedding did you," I grinned.

"Technically you did," she said, "it was yesterday."

"Details, details," I said running my well-oiled hand up her body.

"This day just keeps getting better," she said.

"So, tell me Ashly, did he fuck you last night?"

"You know he did," she said and smiled at me knowing that would turn me on.

"You know, I've always wanted to get a blow job through one of these face cradles," walking around to the head of the table and not even trying to hide the hardon growing in my shorts.

"Today is your lucky day," she said and placed her face back in the cradle.

I quickly turned and motioned to Josh, waving him into the room and putting my finger to my lips indicating he should be really fucking quiet. I kept talking to mask any sound he might make. "How was the ceremony?" I asked as Josh undid his shorts and sat on the stool at the head of the table.

"You really don't care about that," she said as I got behind Josh and pushed him into place with his erect cock pointing up at her face. She reached in from the sides with her hands and began to stroke and suck on Josh's cock. "Ah fuck," I said, "I've missed your mouth," pretending it was my dick she was sucking.

Pretty soon Josh grabbed the back of her head and two hands full of her hair, his hips rising and I could see on his face he was getting close.

"I'm close," I moaned then trying to time Josh's orgasm. When I could see him start to shake, I cried out. Josh emptied his load into her mouth, and she didn't spill a drop. The look on his face was like the kind of surprise one gets right before they die. He pulled away and ran for the door and I kept my hands on the back of her head until he was gone. I had dropped my shorts while she was sucking Josh, and I sat on the stool. She rose up on her elbows to face me.

"So," she said looking down briefly, head between her shoulders, then back at me with some intensity, "who's cock did I just suck?"

"What?" I said, feigning ignorance.

"Dean, who's cum did I just swallow?"

I sat there slack jawed, and she just shook her head. "Look, I don't mind, Dean. I would do just about anything for you. But that cock was smaller than yours and his cum didn't taste like yours. So, you can ask me to do anything, and I would probably do it," she said smiling. Then her face became serious. "But don't ever treat me like I'm stupid."

"You're right," I said. "I won't ever do that again."

"Well," she said, "never say never," and she shot me a sexy smile. "But as of now, you fucking owe me," and she rolled onto her back and spread her legs. Her pussy had been shaved clean, and it was wet. "Make your pussy cum, Dean," she whispered.

I went around to the bottom of the table and bent down between her perfect thighs. I dove into her pussy. She reflexively clamped her creamy thighs on either side of my face as I stuck my tongue as deep into her as I could. Her pussy was warm, sweet and sticky with her thick juice. I lapped it up and swallowed her. Then I made my way to her clit and started circling it. Her legs relaxed wide, inviting me to continue. "Dean," she groaned. "Don't stop. Please don't stop." And I didn't. I teased her pussy hard with gentle tickles and then firm flicks of my tongue. Then I stuck my thumb in her soaking hole. I could feel her pussy twitch, "Oh Dean, just like that," her thighs quivering. "Just like that," she said louder. I picked up the pace and her body convulsed. She had both hands in my hair pulling my face hard into her pussy as she came. "Fuuuuck, Ahh, Ahh, Ahh, God... Damn..."

After she stopped shaking and relaxed, I stood up, wiped my face off on the towel and roughly pulled her down to the end of the table. I aimed my meat at her and slid it in. "It's been way too long since I've had my pussy, Ashly," I whispered and proceeded to fuck her hard, my hips slapping against her wet ass.

"Don't cum inside me, please," she begged, "he'll know."

"Alright," I said and pulled out. "I promise I won't."

Also, knowing full well that Josh had been trying to hide around the corner of the entryway, but watching me make her cum, I said, "Josh, get over here."

He sheepishly peeked around the corner, then came into the room with his erect cock in his hand. I laughed, "Ashly, you remember Josh, right?" as he moved around the table.

She narrowed her eyes at me, "I recognize his cock for sure," she said with an edge.

I guided her off the table and grabbed the bottle of oil. I greased up my cock till it was dripping and walked back and sat on the end of the table. "Come here, Ashly," I said patting my thighs.

She walked over and I turned her around, reached down and touched the back of her leg. She instantly got what was happening as I raised her leg with my hand. Then I lifted her off the ground and pulled up her other leg till I had her suspended, both knees up at her shoulders and her pussy wide open and exposed.

Her hair was on my face, and she smelled amazing. I whispered in her ear, "put my cock in your ass hole, baby." She obediently reached down, found my tool and placed the head against her ass hole. I eased her down until I was balls deep in her ass.

She threw her head back onto my shoulder, "Ohhhhh, fuck," she moaned.

"Josh, get in that pussy," I ordered.

Without a word, he stepped forward between her legs and entered her soaking cunt. "Ohhh, goddam!" he said excitedly and started fucking her hard. "That is incredibly good pussy, Ashly."

Josh and I worked both her holes, and she was in heaven, moaning and begging to be fucked harder. Then Josh reached down with his thumb and started working her clit, and the whole thing shifted gears.

"Oh fuck," she said after a minute. "Oh, fuck.... Oh FUCK."

I could feel her legs start to shake. Her hands were flailing around trying to find something to grab onto. She found Josh's long hair and pulled him into her as her body wracked and convulsed.

"Fuuuuuuuuck," she screamed cumming hard.

She hung there suspended off our dicks and twitching, chest heaving trying to catch her breath. Then Josh grunted and he pushed deep inside her, "Uhhhggg, fuck yes", he said releasing his load.

"No!" Ashly shouted. "I told you not to."

"And I didn't," I said.

Josh pulled out and her pussy instantly released his load. It ran down to her ass and onto my balls. Then I flipped her over onto the table on her hands and knees and really picked up the pace jackhammering her ass.

"Dean," she cried out. "Fuck my ass." She had apparently gotten over the load that Josh dropped inside her. "Fuck my ass, Dean."

"Yes, ma'am," I said. After a couple minutes, I clenched my ass and sent cum squirting deep into her ass. I shook, my cock pulsing, my hands gripping her little ass. Then I pulled out and stepped back to admire our work.

Cum was running out of both her holes dripping onto the massage table.

"I've missed you, Ashly," I said to her as she panted on the table. "I'll find you later on."

I found my shorts and pulled them on. Josh was already dressed. "Lunch?" I asked and patted him on the back.

"Perfect," he said, "your buying", and we walked out leaving Ashly a cum soaked mess.