Author's Note: This story is hard to categorize. Loving wife, group, threesome with a touch of bi. There's not a lot of bisexuality, but there is some, so if this offends you PLEASE don't read. And for God's sake don't sent me a note. On the other hand, if you'd like to see the illustrated version, drop me a line.
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"How exactly did you end up in bed with Jeff on our wedding night?"
"Not just Jeff..." She flashed a mischievous smile in response to the incredulous look on my face.
The idea of Carol sleeping with my college buddy on our honeymoon was inconceivable enough, but the idea that she shared our bed with multiple people was just ludicrous. I was beginning to think she was making the whole thing up, when she took my face in her hands and asked, "Are you sure you want to hear this?"
All morning long she had been light hearted and teasing, but there was a seriousness in her tone that told me whatever was coming next would change our marriage forever.
"Up until now, we've been talking about things that happened before we got married. From here on out, it's uncharted territory."
But it was too late to turn back now. And the truth was the picture of Carol with Jeff's big cock was already beginning to stir my loins.
"Hey! No way you're backing out now. Not after torturing me all morning. The deal was I tell you mine and you tell me yours. I can't wait to hear what that bastard did to get you out of your wedding dress."
Visibly relieved, the smile returned to her face. "Well, the first thing you should know is that Jeff was a complete gentleman." I laughed. "Okay, not a gentleman, but trust me, he wasn't the aggressor that night. In fact, if anyone was, it was you."
"Me!?" The sad, humiliating truth is that I got so drunk at our wedding night, I ended up passing out and didn't remember a thing.
Seeing my distress, Carol pulled me to her lips and kissed me. "It's alright. It all worked out. And now that I know what happened between the three of you before we met, it makes a lot more sense. I just wish you had told me sooner."
Then, giving my face a playful slap she added. "Now, fair is fair. I played with you while you were talking, how about getting down there and returning the favor." Without waiting for my response, she began pushing my head down toward her open legs. "What do ya say? Are you up for some cream pie?"
Her words left me breathless. I was crazy, horny in lust with my wife. With a shit-eating grin I got off the bed and walked to her dresser. "I'll do better that that." Rummaging through her panties, I pulled out a 7" vibrator and walked back to the bed.
"How did you know that was there?"
"We've been married 25 years, you don't think I know where you keep your toys?"
With a laugh, she reached into the headboard behind her. "Baby, you've been looking in the wrong drawer." And, to my shock, she pulled out a huge fake cock, 9" long and a good 6" around. "Trust me, this one is more appropriate to the story I have to tell. But wait to the end, or I'll never get through telling you."
My heart was pounding and I wondered for the umpteen time, who is this woman? And with that, I settled down to eat my first cream pie ever served up by my wife, as she proceed to tell me about her honeymoon infidelity.
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You always talked so much about Jeff and Allie. When I didn't see their name on the guest list, I just thought it was an oversight. I remember how you reacted when they showed up on our wedding day. You kind of skipped a beat. I thought it was odd at the time, but then you and Jeff acted like long lost brothers and I just put it out of my mind.
I'd never met them before that day. The first thing that struck me was what a good looking couple they were. At 6' 1", Jeff could have been an athlete. He had this confident masculine aura that you could sense just by looking at him. From word one, I knew he was a player, all flirty and outgoing.
In contrast, Allie seemed conservative and a little standoffish at first. When Jeff came up to hug us, she hung in the background looking out of place. Even then, I couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was. While not overtly sexual, her hour glass figure and perky breasts gave her a demur sensuality. I noticed more than one guy, including you, checking her out.
As the day progressed, I went off to do my bride thing, while you went off with Jeff to do whatever the hell it is that guys do to get ready. Allie didn't know anybody there, so I invited her to join me. She was hesitant, but Jeff insisted.
Over the course of the afternoon she seemed to loosen up and I found I liked her. She was witty and smart and easy going. My first impression that she might to be a little stuck-up, proved to be wrong. If anything, she was self-effacing, deflecting any comments about how nice she looked. All afternoon she kept telling me how beautiful I looked. And, while everyone says that to a bride on her wedding day, she had a way of making me believe it. She clearly thought the world of you and seemed genuinely happy for us. When the wedding was about to begin, we parted ways and I felt like I had made a friend.
I wasn't too happy when you showed up buzzed, but the ceremony went off without a hitch. By the time the reception started, all was forgiven. I know you've always felt terrible about getting so drunk, but the truth is we were all three sheets to the wind by the time 10 o'clock rolled around. I knew early on that we probably wouldn't be playing honeymoon that night, but it didn't seem like that big a deal. It's not like we'd never slept together before and we had all week to make up for lost time. It didn't really get to be a big deal until later, when it was already too late.
Things started out innocent enough, everyone hugging and kissing and congratulating us. As the evening progressed we found ourselves paired up with Jeff and Allie. We'd dance together and then switch off and dance with them. The champagne was flowing and none of us were feeling any pain. It was probably the second or third dance with Jeff that my thigh brushed against his and I realized that he was sporting a massive hard-on. He pretended not to notice, but I was quite flustered and made some excuse about needing to take a break.
A couple of minutes later I was back on the floor with you, only to realize you were sporting a very nice hard-on of your own. The way the reception was set up, half inside, half outside on the patio, it was easy to move our dance outside where our heavy petting went unobserved. Your hands were all over my ass and I happily let you grind yourself against me as we moved around the floor. By the time we got back to the table I was breathless and more than a little wet.
You wanted to keep going, but I needed a minute. So, you took Allie by the hand and lead her away while I sat with Jeff. If I had been sober, it would have probably been awkward, but the truth was I was drunk and horny and enjoyed knowing that the man flirting with me had a big hard-on in his pants. The conversation was heavy with playful innuendoes, each of us tickling the other's arousal without crossing the line of plausible deniability. A few minutes later, when he asked me to dance, I readily agreed.
I was surprised when he lead me outside. And doubly surprised to find you already out there with Allie. For the next half hour, we followed that routine, switching off partners and going back to the table. My dances with you got to be so heated, they were practically a form of mutual masturbation. I'm not sure when that started extending to Allie and Jeff, but before long I found myself pressed up against his member as we moved across the floor.
That was the first time I realized just how big his cock really was. It kind of brought me back to my senses, but, when I turned to look for you, I saw that I wasn't the only one enjoying themselves. Your hands were on Allie's ass and she was practically humping your leg as you danced. I thought, "fuck it" and gave myself over to Jeff's attentions. I was feeling no pain and I had a massive cock rubbing against my pussy.
When the dance ended I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and told him I thought it was time I got you up to the room. He gave me a knowing smile and I thought that would be that. A little naughty fun - no harm done.
But getting you up to the room proved more problematic than I anticipated. In the end, Jeff and a couple of the other guests had to help take you up to the suite. You were the source of some good natured ribbing and a small group of our friends formed a conga line up to the room with us.
Jeff took you off to the bedroom while I played hostess to a handful of our friends. It would have been pretty easy to get them out of the place, but I was resolved to the fact that, as horny as I was, I wasn't going to be getting any satisfaction that night. It was only 11:00 and the prospect of sitting around the hotel, watching TV next to my unconscious husband, was just depressing.
There was a glimmer of hope when Jeff came back soaking wet and said that you were in the shower trying to sober up. But when I went to check on you 10 minutes later, you were passed out on one of the two beds wearing nothing but a robe. I spent a few minutes trying to wake you but finally gave up and went back into the other room.
It was like a bad joke. The suite's only bathroom was off of the bedroom. Any time someone had to go, they'd come back laughing at the passed out groom. Your friends thought it was hysterical.
I was feeling pretty bummed out, but as we drank and talked and just generally partied, I felt better as the evening went on. By midnight I was buzzed and happy as people said their good-byes and began filtering out. Finally, it was just Jeff, Allie and I. Sensing that I wasn't quite ready to be alone, they sat and talked for a while longer. Mostly about you and things that happened in college. Not the good stuff, as it turns out, but the time went by pretty quick and I felt like I was ending the evening on a high note.