All thoughts of Joe, Rachel, Leanne, Skyler, Becky, Cassandra, and Billy had all left my brain. I no longer logged on to the email accounts to tell Joe to do things, I no longer sent fake or real pictures. My plan to get rid of Joe worked.
My life had changed, Molly and I were engaged, and the next year flew by.
A big family wedding, all our friends, neighbors, teachers, and anyone that meant anything to us were there. Molly did wear white. Her twin sister was the maid of honor.
We had plans to honeymoon in the Caribbean. The night before we left was a wild one. Molly was not happy to have me to herself. Lala was with us, fucking, sucking, and doing their best to kill me by draining me of fluids. I licked their pussies. I finger fucked one while I ate the other. One rode my cock while the other rode my face.
We had not planned on Lala going with us to the Caribbean. But after a night like that Molly told me she was coming. I no longer argue. I would always respond, 'Yes my love.' Whether it was the right thing or not was always my answer.
Why was I surprised that Lala was not packed for the trip. She had a small backpack, Molly had two huge bags to check, and a large tote under her arm. I too had two huge bags and a backpack. Lala was not concerned when we questioned her about her lack of luggage. Nor did she explain.
Leaving her to her own devices we boarded the plane, sat in first class, and I was flanked by the twins. Molly in a short tank top, white bra, tan skirt, and huge diamond wedding ring. Lala was in a sundress and flip flops. The stewardess poured us glass after glass of champagne during the flight. Molly, Lala, and I drank as much as we could handle. 5 hours later and we touched down.
The hot air blasted our stress and cares away. Our huge bags loaded on a private black SUV for us exclusively to use. Driven to the monster hotel overlooking the sea. They whisked us in, checked us in, and whisked us up to the honeymoon suite. If it looked odd having identical twins clinging to my arms as we walked through the hotel and up to the honeymoon, then I am not sure what would ever look right.
As soon as we were in the room Molly flopped her huge bags on the bed, began unpacking, hanging up her clothes, and talking about the activities. I looked at Lala. She too put her bag on the bed. But differently.
She upended the bag, poured out two of the fucking tiniest Wicked Weasel bikinis I had ever seen or heard of. Tiny triangles cover her nipples. Tiny micro-G-string bottoms. Would their pussy lips even fit or be covered?
Lala threw the light purple one to Molly while she stripped and pulled on the bright yellow one. The bikinis were the smallest in the whole world. Their tits overflowed. Their nipples were covered but parts of their areola were not. How their pussies were hidden from view I do not know.
Lala stated, "I'm beach ready."
Molly took the hint, she stripped, pulled on the tiny bikini, shrugged her shoulders and stated, "What the fuck. Let's do it."
"Who the hell is this woman?" I thought as I pulled on my swim trunks, grabbed two bottles of suntan lotion, and followed them outside to the beach.
No cover up, no blanket, no towel. They walked proudly, ass jiggling, tits overflowing, right through the hotel, through the lobby and out to the beach. A female employee chased after us and gave us three large beach towels and magazines. Her face was red with embarrassment. I can only imagine that her manager yelled at her to "Help us".
Lala and Molly went to the beach, the towels arranged, and they flopped down. Ass up, dark tan lines showed they normally wore much bigger and more covering bikinis. Not needing to be told what to do I covered their bodies in oil. Toes to neck, cheek to cheek, and every crease. Oiled, massaged, and covered.
The twin's naked bodies shook, they moaned, and they smiled.
Dozens of men and women walked by. Envious, angry, or amazed. Who knew. But I was fucking happy as a clam. I lay between the twins, their asses glowing in the hot sun, their matching spine tattoos, matching tan lines, and me. Always smiling like an idiot while holding a magazine covering my boner.
The same female employee that chased us in the lobby to throw towels at us showed up with a tray of drinks. "Margaritas for the newly married couple...." She stated confused. Looking at the twins, their tiny bikinis, me staring at her like an idiot. 2 drinks. 3 people.
Lala took a drink and so did Molly.
Lala stated, "I'm not the married one. I'm the anal slave one. He bought us both. Fucks me nonstop but loves and married the other one." As she pointed to Molly. Molly sipped her drink while looking at the female employee. She had a stunned look on her face.
Molly now spoke. "Not true. He fucks my asshole as much as he does yours. Maybe more. Just because he married me means he likes my blowjobs more than yours!"
