Can't beat a good wedding right? And getting to enjoy it with friends? Even better!
Blake, who we had known for more than a decade, had attended the day's festivities in honor of our mutual friend. My wife Julie and I had spent most of the night with him and had a blast. As great as the wedding was, it had been an even better reception. The food was awesome. The DJ kept us on the dance floor as much as possible. And I think I lost track after my 5th drink? Point being, it had been an incredible night.
But now, the DJ had played his final song and we had said our goodbyes to the bride and groom. My wife and I were heading back to the hotel. Hopefully for a little more fun before crashing for the night. However, Blake had a bit of a dilemma on his hands. Now despite being pretty drunk, Blake was a smart, mature guy. He had originally intended to drive home that night but now, he knew that just wasn't an option. He said he'd probably just sleep it off in his car but it didn't seem fair to leave a friend out to dry like that. After a quick discussion, Julie and I offered him the extra bed in our hotel room. Anything for a friend, right?
We all hopped in the shuttle bus back to the hotel and that's where things took a turn. Sitting together in the dark, my wife reached over and slid her hand between my legs.
"Oh don't be a tease!" I whispered. "Blake's staying with us. We can't do anything."
"Sure we can," she whispered back, squeezing my hardening member once more.
Julie was usually shy but, given the perfect amount of alcohol, she actually became quite bold.
"I think I can handle the two of you."
My mind stopped, unable to fully process the words my wife had just said to me. Sure, we had discussed our desire to "expand our horizons" and I knew that #1 on her list was a threesome with another man. So while I was surprised, my wife's hand was still on my crotch so I was unable to hide just how excited the idea made me at the same time.
"Are you sure?" I asked after a long pause. "How would we even bring up the idea? Just ask him?"
"We'll figure something out," she said, as the bus pulled up to the hotel.
Once inside, I had quickly excused myself to the bathroom and now, face to face with my own nerves in the mirror, I contemplated the situation at hand. The thought of Blake fucking my wife was a huge turn on but how could we get from here to there? Would we ask him? Should Julie and I start getting intimate and see if he joined in?
I opened the door, still racking my brain for a plan, and came face to face with one already in motion. My wife had seemingly taken matters into her own hands. In this case, "matters" were what lay between Blake's legs.
They stood at the foot of the bed, her body pressed tight against his and lips locked. Julie's right hand slowly rubbed up and down the crotch of Blake's dress pants. Playfully, she pushed him onto the bed and looked over at me.
"Oh, don't let me interrupt," I said as I sat on the other bed and smiled.
"You won't," she smiled back. "But you can help me with something!" She put her back to me and pointed over her shoulder at the zipper on her dress.
"My pleasure," I said standing up. I walked over and tugged the zipper down to just above her ass, allowing her to peel the top of her dress down. The whole thing fell to the floor revealing a set of blood red lingerie with lace detailing. The top had a bit of lift to it, further accentuating her ample bosom. This was an especially good look for her.
Blake sat, dumbfounded, on the bed as Julie crawled towards him. Her ass swayed in the air as she approached. The red panties she was wearing were see-through, offering a bit of a tease of what was to come. Reaching her destination, she straddled his crotch and plunked her cute little butt down on top of it. Her hands went to Blake's chest as she shifted her weight slightly to better position his (presumably) rock hard cock on her own sex.
I sat back down on the other bed and admired my wife's sexy form as she ground her hips on top of our friend. Julie reached back and undid her bra, letting it fall away to reveal her lovely C cups. Still asserting herself, she grabbed Blake's hands and moved them up to her chest. He squeezed with both hands and smiled, clearly enjoying himself.
"OK then," she said, brushing his hands away from her tits. "Lose the clothes."
My cock strained at the material containing it, as hard as I can ever remember it being. Julie stood at the foot of the bed with her hands on her hips as Blake frantically shed his clothes. She looked over at me and smiled sweetly before returning her gaze to her new toy. Blake was just pulling down his boxers, revealing a sizable surprise. It sprang to attention at nearly 8 inches, the tip shiny with precum. Julie looked impressed and expressed her approval by pushing him back onto the bed once more.
She bent over, peeling her panties down her long legs, and stepped out of them, revealing a well trimmed bush. With a cheeky smile, she grabbed her discarded undergarments and tossed them to me before moving towards our friend once more. Taking his cock in hand, she admired it for a second before leaning over and taking the head of it into her mouth.
Blake moaned immediately as Julie swirled her tongue around the tip. She sucked gently and looked up at him with her piercing hazel eyes. Blake's cock inched further into her mouth for a moment before she let it slide out of her lips entirely.
"Actually, I can't wait anymore," she said as she adjusted her position, now straddling a foot or so above Blake. Julie reached down and placed the head of his cock on her soaking wet pussy and rubbed it back and forth before allowing the tip to pass between her labia. My heart seemed to stop as she hovered there, about to impale herself on this monster.
At long last, she lowered herself onto Blake's member. Bit by bit, it disappeared inside and she shuddered as the final inches entered her, clearly feeling the extra length.
"Ohhhh boy," she moaned. "Oh boy. Oh boy." I could see her relax a bit as her body got used to its new visitor. She glanced in my direction.
"Is this what you want me to do?"
I nodded.
"And this?" She rose and fell from her perch slowly.
"Absolutely," I replied. "I want you to enjoy yourself. Are you?"
"I am," said Julie, smiling down at Blake, who smiled back.
"For the record, I'm having a great time," announced Blake, his usual sarcasm shining through. He reached up and cupped both of Julie's tits in his hands. "A really great time," he added.
My wife leaned forward, allowing a bit easier access to her chest. Blake responded by thrusting his hips up and burying his cock deeper in her pussy. I stood up and walked over to the foot of the bed to admire the view. Julie's pussy was spread wide but filled with cock, glistening with her sticky juices. Blake finally started to fuck her and I could see his balls slam into Julie with each long stroke.
Unable to take it anymore, I finally shed my own clothes and sat down. Stroking myself, I was transfixed on the incredibly hot scene unfolding in front of me. Their bodies crashed together with an incredible urgency until, at last, Julie sat up and started grinding her hips on her lover.
"Yes. Fuck me Blake. Ahhhhh yes."
She leaned forward again and the pounding resumed. Both of his hands gripped her ass cheeks tightly now as he thrust himself rapidly into her wetness. For me, time seemed to stand still as I watched my wife get the fucking of her life from another man. After what seemed like forever, the thrusting slowed to a crawl.
