I didn't have long to wait for the coffee, either, as a very soft hand tapped my bare left should, and I turned to see a gorgeous, but familiar woman holding a tray with some coffee, aspirin, and French toast with plenty of butter and some figs on the side. I had to admit that I'd never eaten figs by themselves, but they were as delicious as the French toast, and the coffee washed down the aspirin very well. I needed the pills, too, as my head was hammering me to death. I smiled as my hostess ate her share of the breakfast platter as well, drinking her coffee before pouring some Maker's Mark in it...wait a second, was she drinking again? Was she a lush? Well, I had no call to judge after last night...wait, what exactly happened last night, anyway? It was rather hazy to me, of course.
"Um...did we...you know?" I asked the olive-skinned beauty who sat next to me in bed, and without asking me, poured some bourbon in my coffee as well.
"A little hair of the dog that bit you, sweetie. And, no, I'm afraid that we didn't...yet. Damn shame, because you look good enough to eat, if I may say so myself, stud," the now very naked hostess informed me with obvious lust.
"So...the plan was to take me home for the night so that you could seduce me later?" I teased her, "if so, it's got more than a decent chance of working, I have to confess."
"Good to know, and, yes, that basically was the plan from the outset. Get you plastered, of course, and then make sure that you went home with me instead of driving while hammered," she laughed at my stunned expression, "oh, don't be so shocked, lover. After all, we are married now."
"Married? How did I get married to a nymph like you and forget it?" I chuckled.
"Two words, of course. Jose Cuervo. Best friend I've ever had, since he landed me you," she winked at me coyly.
"And they allowed a drunken wedding? This isn't Vegas, you know," I continued to drink my doctored coffee, needing the liquor to help me absorb my shock.
"Oh, they took one look at me and knew that, as the chaplain put it, even at your soberest, you'd still marry me in a New York minute. I'm not naïve, you know. I know that I'm gorgeous. We both know that. Doesn't mean that I share my beauty with half of the city. Granted, I'm pretty wild, but not that wild. I chose you, lover. I wanted to be your wife, Ike. Yes, I know your name. Kind of had to for the ceremony. Name's Shiraz, by the way. Like the city or the wine. I'm...Persian. What the hell, I'm Iranian. Yeah, I know that you're Jewish and I don't give a fuck. Love is bigger than hates like that, which I don't share, anyway...and I am already falling in love with you, Ike," Shiraz confessed to me, adding her kisses to reinforce her sentiments.
"Damn, Shiraz! You could have so many men and you'd want to be tied down to a guy like me, give up all other men?" I expressed utter astonishment now.
"Well, I didn't say that, Ike. Remember, I am kinda wild in my own way. Thing is that...well, how do I put this, I was hoping to cut a deal, and for that, I've added a sweetener. Oh, Moira, can you come here, please?" she smiled at me and turned to the lead singer from the Cranberries cover band from the night before, with the reddish brown hair.
"Moira here...well, she was kind of in on it. She's a sort of roommate...with benefits," Shiraz explained to me.
"You're bi, I take it," I chuckled, "but other than watching, how does that sweeten our deal for me?"
I seriously hoped that my new lovely bride wasn't trying to set me up for another double standard kind of deal, even if it was with women instead of men. After being burned by Jane, I was naturally a bit wary. Shiraz looked at me with some concern and Moira blushed a little, which was kind of cute...as she was in a pixie sort of way. That was when Moira whispered to Shiraz, who nodded, and they both kissed in front of me...and then Shiraz kissed me again on the lips...after which Moira gave me a very wet, very sloppy tongue kiss that tasted suspiciously of pussy.
While Moira did that, Shiraz abruptly began bobbing up and down on my cock with her mouth, her lips and tongue taking me further inside her than I would have expected, though she gagged a little at first. Moira took that as her opening and abruptly planted herself on my face, grinding her pussy against my mouth. I took the hint and started licking at her pussy, tentatively at first, but then more enthusiastically, as I realized that she intended to be my lover as well as that of my new wife. The fact that Shiraz didn't stop sucking me and didn't push her off me reinforced that she was very much on board with this, as did the fact that she began stroking my balls as well.
Suddenly, however, I felt the need to piss, but wasn't able to warn Shiraz, because Moira wouldn't get off my face, and when I spanked her cheeks a little...even pinched her slightly, she only ground down on my face a little longer. Naturally, Shiraz managed to force me to cum down her throat, just as Moira came on my face, but there wasn't a chance to warn my wife even then before my piss came out and into her mouth. I froze, expecting Shiraz to be furious and perhaps storm out or worse, but instead she kept licking and sucking my dick.
When Moira came yet again and she finally slid off my face, Shiraz rose to give her a very deep tongue kiss despite still having traces of my piss on her lips. Instead of being disgusted, Moira kissed her back with fervor, and then knelt, as Shiraz unloaded her own pee into her mouth right in front of me. Moira rose, grabbed Shiraz by the face, and kissed her even harder, sharing my cum, my piss, and Shiraz's own piss with her. Then Shiraz knelt and Moira peed into her mouth, at which point they swapped fluids yet again in another lengthy make-out session.
I was afraid that they'd walk over and try to share the piss with me, but instead both women went to the john and started washing out their mouths. They brushed their teeth and used a lot of mouthwash to clean out the taste and smell of piss before returning to join me in the sack. This time, Moira started sucking my cock, while Shiraz began playing with my nipples, of all things, with a feather. I was a little stunned when Shiraz took out a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs and cuffed me to the bedpost, but as long as she didn't try to hurt me, I would assume that it was just another kinky sex game. Then Shiraz wiped herself clean with a sanitized baby wipe and planted her bald pussy on my face. I began licking her in earnest, grasping that she was eager to feed me more than just food. While she did that, Moira abruptly stopped sucking me off and mounted my cock to start riding me. From the way that Shiraz's juices flowed even more as I fucked Moira and licked her, she evidently didn't mind this at all. The two of them rode me for all I was worth and that seemed to take an hour or two, but I didn't mind, except for the cuff on my wrist.
After both of them finally came, and I could feel that as their juices soaked my mouth and my cock respectively, Moira suddenly climbed off my dick. I was a bit frustrated and groaned with it for a second, but I need not have feared, as Shiraz now slid off my face and planted her pussy on my cock. Moira then resumed her old spot there, while Shiraz bounced up and down on my dick, taking my pole as deeply as she could, which was rather deep indeed. I bottomed out inside Shiraz from the bottom, which thought only amused me for a second, as Moira ground my face again and I started actively eating her out once more.
