A Most Memorable Wedding Night
For the rest of the week, Robert kept Alice in suspense, telling her only that she would have the most memorable wedding night ever.
"You've found someone, haven't you?
Choosing to remain mute on the subject and let her curiosity soar he only smiled at her.
She returned the smile. "Okay, I'm willing to play that game. No! No I'm not! Come on; tell me who you've got for me."
He threw back his head and laughed while she giggled.
"Robert . . . come on now."
"Be patient darling, please."
"But I want to know! I mean, it isn't fair . . . I can't have your sweet, sweet cock, so at least tell me so I can . . . dream a little.
"Come on, you horny bitch," he whispered, leaning forward and touching her fingers with his. "You know I can't, if I do, you'll blab it the bridesmaids just to make them drool with envy," part of this he felt was true, part of it was to heighten Alice's desire for the moment they entered the wedding suite and began to undress.
This bantering continued for the rest of the week. Finally the wedding took place, and as the large reception began to wane, Robert leaned over to his new wife and said, "Let's go back to our suite. I'm feeling randy. I want to see you get fucked."
Alice who had been thinking about having two, no make that three cocks at her disposal, was Tempted to tell her closest friends what was waiting for her. Still she had to fight off exposing her wet pussy to everyone so heightened was she with sexual tension. Calling on all of her will power she stood and eyes shining with anticipated desire, she bid everyone adieu.
The room burst into applause as the newlyweds left the reception. Robert even thought he felt a twinge of desire run down his spine and hoped fervently this tactic worked.
***
Back in their suite, Alice removed her wedding dress and changed into white gauzy, see-through negligee and six-inch spiked white heels. She wore nothing beneath the negligee. Robert thought she was simply the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on. For her part, Alice was satisfied, thinking she had a beguiling look that her guests would find very enticing. She pirouetted for him, smiling. "Like it?"
"It's . . . terrific."
"Just . . . terrific?"
"Look, Alice darling, you don't have to go through with this . . ."
"You think they'll find it sexy?" She asked ignoring his comment.
"They'd be crazy not to." He realized they were committed and resigned himself to what was to come.
"You mean it?"
"Absolutely," he said picking up his tone.
She swayed up to him and put her arms around his neck. He did not attempt to push her away and she quickened with hope. "And you, Robert? Don't you find me sexy?"
"Yes," he mumbled, "God, yes, I find you irresistible."
"Then fuck me, Robert. Please. I want your cock."
Time stood still. He drowned in her eyes. Her breath was warm and sweet on his face. Her lips fluttered open and gently met his. Robert's heart pounded. His pulse raced. Of their own accord, his lips parted. Alice exulted and quickly slid her tongue into his mouth and, sliding her hand to his crotch, squeezed him through his trousers. He was limp.
Alice stepped back. He was sweating nervously, his eyes wild with a fear she could not understand. He moaned and buried his face in his hands. Alice cupped his face gently and kissed his forehead.
"All right, Robert. Leave it for now. Soon we'll be fine."
There was a sharp rap on the door. For a second, Alice and Robert looked at each other. The knock and call were repeated. Alice took a deep breath and stepped back.
"Will you answer it, please?" she murmured. "I want to meet them inside."
She stepped past him and went into the bedroom. Robert watched her willowy form saunter away then answered the door. A few minutes later, he entered the bedroom with two men behind him. Solemnly he performed the introductions. "Dutch, Marty, my wife, Alice."
"Dutch, of course, we've met before. How are you?" Dutch noticed she towered over both he and Marty by several inches before realizing it was her heels.
"I'm fine and I hope to be even better as the evening wears on."
Alice laughed at this, and said, "I hope we're all feeling good and the sooner the better." Then she cast a quick look at Robert who stood just inside the room fully dressed.
Alice looked at the two men and felt a quick rush of pleasure. Robert had done his homework; they were handsome and exciting, rugged with good, hard bodies. Marty had a nicely trimmed beard, Dutch was clean shaven. She smiled warmly at them. "Marty," she stepped forward and shook his hand They both grinned nervously at her, their hunger evident in their eyes roving over her body.
Flicking a glance to Robert, she nodded imperceptibly in approval. He stifled a grin.
"Okay guys, are you all set?" Robert asked, lightly clapping his hands.
"Sure." Dutch smiled broadly and Marty chuckled. They moved up to her by the bed. Alice stood between the two, Dutch in front and Marty behind her. The bodies closed together. Robert flicked a glance at them and witnessed Dutch slide his hands down her face and neck, stopping to open the neck of her negligee, freeing her breasts. She murmured in pleasure as he cupped her breasts and fondled them gently. Her nipples were swelled, seeming to be almost small breasts on top of her breasts.
"You've got great tits baby," he growled in her ear. Then he kissed her. It was her tongue that first moved, gently passing his lips to seek the tip of his tongue.
She began to unbutton his shirt. Behind her, Marty slid his hands under her negligee, drawing it up around her waist, then Marty's fingers traced a light pathway over the cleft in each ass-cheek, moving from the lowest curve up to her back. He did press just lightly moved his fingers up until he could feel no more indentation beneath his fingers.
Alice shivered with excitement and realized it would not be the last time that night she would do so.
Marty moved his fingers back down. Alice responded by rising up on her toes, and this time Marty's fingers pressed between the cheeks of her ass. She shivered again and felt the early signs of orgasm pending. 'What is this?' She wondered, 'no one's ever paid so much attention to my ass before?' Then it hit her. Actually she'd known all along, but now it became clear to Alice, 'both of them would use her ass that night. Perhaps even Robert might . . .' And with that thought Alice had a mini-orgasm and her knees buckled.
Dutch supported her even as he teased her elongated nipples to further length. Marty dropped his trousers and Alice watched his cock flounce out and smack solidly against his washboard stomach. Her pupils widened as she noted he was already hard, thick and long. Marty saw her staring at it and taking it in his hand, rubbed it against her soft, rounded hip, while Dutch squeezed her breasts and kissed the nape of her neck.
Alice responded by reaching for both their cocks. She reached Marty's first. Dutch gave her some minor difficulty, but she found him behind her and gave him a squeeze equal to the one he had just given her left breast. A brief moment later, she was fondling their cocks lovingly.
"Mmmm, you've got a nice juicy ass," Marty chuckled softly. "I'm gonna get me some of it soon. I like rear ending, do you baby?'
She turned her face to Marty and he kissed her over her shoulder, his hands on her breasts, while Dutch unbuckled his trousers and dropped them.
"Yes," she murmured to Marty. "I like it in the ass."
"Actually, she just likes fucking, period," Robert chuckled nervously from across the room.
Dutch turned to Marty and laughed. "And this is their fucking honeymoon?" Marty chucked as he slid the straps of the negligee from her shoulders and let it rustle around her feet. Now she stood naked between the two men, her body writhing between theirs. Dutch removed his shoes and socks.
Marty's fingers moved across her asshole, Alice almost did a dip trying to press her legs together to heighten the erotic tension between her legs. She shuddered and had another mini-orgasm on feeling two of his fingers spread her ass and a third rub with more and more pressure against her ass. A pleasurable whimper escaped her lips.
She glanced at Dutch. He was throwing his shirt to the floor, but caught her looking. He posed for her benefit, legs apart, his fat prick of about eight inches bobbed up and down in anticipation as he moved to the bed and flopped backward onto it, drawing one knee back and then cupped his testicles briefly before lowering his knee and spreading his thighs apart.
