The Wedding

by

Donna M.

 

 

Rachel wanted the perfect wedding.  Didn’t every bride-to-be? 

She fretted over all the details, from the cake to the music to the guest list.  The guest list was turning out to be the hardest part, since her old boyfriend Jay, who was a longtime friend of the family and her brother’s best buddy, had to be invited or war would break out.  However, another war would break out if he was there—the war inside Rachel.  You see, she still loved Jay. 

One thing she didn’t worry about was her dress, since it had already been bought, and was perfect. She knew her fiancé and soon-to-be husband, Abraham, would flip when he sees her walking down the aisle in it. 

Standing naked before her dresser mirror, she pondered these things. She opened the box that held her intimate, snow-white undergarments and admired them.  The bra was an expensive push-up bra that marvelously accentuated what she already had, and looking at her reflection and cupping them, she remembered how Jay would spend forever kissing and fondling her breasts until her nipples were steely hard and she was dripping wet.  Her nipples were hard now from the memory. 

“Stop it,” she whispered to herself.  She lifted from the box the lacy white thong, and then the hose and garter belt that she knew would drive Abe crazy on their wedding night.  She had put them on in front of this same mirror after she bought them, and thought how much she looked like an actress ready for a scene in a tasteful porn movie.  She’d thought of Jay that day, not Abe, when she removed everything, pulled out her vibrator from its hiding place, and masturbated to a heart-stopping orgasm.

“Oh Jay, what am I doing?” she whispered into the empty room.

Jay was on her mind and there was no use for her to try and think of anyone else.  She packed the intimate things back up and put them away for her wedding day.  Abe was a fantastic man and would be a fantastic husband.  He was also a very devout man, telling her he didn’t believe in sex before marriage.  Maybe after they consummated their love on their wedding night, Rachel would stop thinking of Jay; at least that’s what she believed.

It didn’t have the same weight on her heart but she did worry about something else as the wedding day approached.  Her mother, trying desperately to hang onto her youth, parlayed plastic surgery into seducing younger men.  Agnes even made a pass at Abe one time when she’d had a few too many drinks.  Rachel’s fiancé hid his unease well but they did have a long conversation about her mother afterwards.  Rachel knew that a couple of the groomsmen, Eric and Ernesto, had been charmed by Agnes’s obvious sexual advances and  thus were prime candidates for her mother’s libidinous attention, and she feared something would happen at the reception that might embarrass the entire family.  Abe didn’t deserve to begin married life with that kind of embarrassment.

As if reading her mind, Agnes called her the following day and pointedly asked if she was invited to the rehearsal dinner.  “Yes, Mom, of course you’re invited.  We’ve been over everything before.  Since Dad is gone, you’re going to give me away so that means you’re in the wedding party, but even if you weren’t you’d still be invited to dinner after rehearsal,” Rachel said with a finishing sigh.

“I’m just checking, dear.”

“You wouldn’t be ‘just checking’ to make sure Eric and Ernesto would be there?”

“Rachel, sweetheart!  I’m not that gauche, am I?”

“I refuse to answer that question, Mother.”

Agnes gave her daughter a few “Tsk, tsk” rebuffs before steering the conversation in an equally charged direction.  “Will Jay be there?  He’s not in the wedding party.”

“You’re right.  He’s not so he won’t be there.  Besides, that wouldn’t be fair to Abe.  Being a guest at the wedding will be enough.”

Rachel thought not for me.  Ending the call, Rachel was once more lost in thoughts of what might have been with Jay.  It was too late for that now she believed.

 

a

 

During the rehearsal and afterward at the dinner, Agnes made no attempt to hide that she was seducing both men.  The fact that she was openly working on both of them had Rachel briefly imagining a threesome she quickly tried to rid from her mind.  After a few drinks both guys looked like they had taken the bait.

Abe noticed too.  “It’s got nothing to do with you babe, but by now you’d think that your mother would’ve outgrown these adolescent sexual exhibitions.”

“Honey, don’t criticize any older woman for having an active libido.  Someday you may be wishing I still did.”

“It’s not that,” he said.  “It’s the blatant advances outside of marriage with young men half her age or more that bother me.  I so badly want to warn both of them but obviously it wouldn’t do any good.  I’ll love you always, but that mother of yours…”

“Let’s leave her to her own devices, shall we?”

Rachel thought about the ‘outside of marriage’ part of what he said and once more imagined secret trysts with Jay while Abe was away.  How pathetic was she, thinking of cheating on him before she was even married?  The strangest part was that Abe knew about Jay and (mostly) knew she’d been in love with him, and never seemed jealous when Jay was around.  In fact, the few times they’d been together at one family function or another they seemed to hit it off.  How ironic was that?

The big day dawned bright and sunny as Rachel tried to match it with her mood.  Her mother made no secret that she’d gotten “lucky” the night before, and Rachel tried to put that out of her mind as she dressed.  A stickler for tradition, Agnes made sure her daughter wore something old, new, borrowed and blue.  What Rachel cared about weren’t those things but the intimate white hose, garter and underthings she’d have on under the wedding dress.  Her imagining Abe taking them off morphed into Jay doing it and she flushed.

The ceremony went off without a hitch.  At the altar Abe beamed like he was the luckiest man in the world and Rachel’s heart skipped a beat or two looking at him.  One person she didn’t look at was Jay, except for a brief glimpse of him as she walked down the aisle.  Even that quick glance made her catch her breath.  He looked so damned handsome!

At the reception, which was held in the ballroom of the hotel where they had the honeymoon suite reserved for the night, before they embarked on a 10 day cruise of the Caribbean, and following all the obligatory ‘first’ dances Rachel danced with Jay.

As they danced he told her how beautiful she was and how he kicked himself every day for not proposing to her.  “Abe’s a lucky man.  I hope he knows that,” he whispered in her ear.

For Rachel this dance was both poison and an elixir.  Her knees shook and her pussy flooded.  “Why didn’t you?” she asked.  “You know I would’ve said yes.”

“It’s too late for that now.  I love you but I was too stupid to do something about it, except…”

In a hoarse whisper, Rachel said, “Except make love to me like nobody else ever did.”

“But those moments are memories, fond ones but gone nonetheless.”

All impulse now, she whispered, “When I go up to the room to change out of this dress, sneak away and join me…one last time.”  She whispered the suite’s location just as the song ended.

Abe was interested in what they talked about though he didn’t act jealous.  When he said he was going to spend some time with his family she said she was going up to the room to change out of the wedding dress and would be back to the reception in no time, hoping that he didn’t pay attention to elapsed time nor Jay’s lack of presence.

She’d barely slipped off the wedding gown when there was a knock on the door.  She opened it for Jay and he immediately took her into his arms as the door closed behind him.  Their kiss was long and passionate, and for Rachel it opened the floodgates between her legs again.  As she had weeks ago before her mirror, she stood there wearing the lacy bra and thong along with garter belt and hose.  He looked her up and down and once more told her how beautiful she was.  Nothing was said about her new husband.  She hastily helped Jay out of his clothes.  He was hard and ready for her so she wasted no time in pulling him onto the bed and spreading her wet and willing thighs for him.  He pulled the thong aside and easily slid into her sopping wet vagina, and in seconds was banging into her at a manic pace.

Rachel hoped the hotel knew what they were doing and the honeymoon suite was well insulated for sound, since she was making a great amount of noise as her orgasm approached.

She implored her lover to “Go faster…harder!” but really didn’t need to because Jay was fucking her as hard and as fast as he could and was about to himself cum.

“Oh… God… I love… you… Rachel… oh… I’m… gonna… cum!” Jay bellowed, and she was cumming with him, feeling every ejaculatory spasm as her own vaginal contractions pulled the spent semen upward into the promised land.  She’d think about the consequences later but for now there was only bliss.

She was shocked out of her post-orgasmic reverie by a groan from the adjacent sitting area.  Abraham was there watching her, naked, jerking off and presently cumming in long streams that splashed all over his sitting self. 

She jumped from the bed and babbled, “Abe, I’m so sorry… I didn’t… I mean… it just happened…”   Rachel looked at Jay, expecting him to be as embarrassed as she was for getting caught, but instead he smiled first at Abe before turning back to Rachel.

Abe didn’t seem upset at all.  He sat relaxed in the side chair, not the least bit discomfited by being naked and covered by a copious amount of his own semen.  “It’s all okay, my dear wife.  I’ve known all along how you feel about Jay, yet what you didn’t know is that I’m a voyeur at heart… and a realist.”

Jay took Rachel’s shaking hands in his and said, “I didn’t want to trick you or anything so I’ll leave the explanations to Abe.  I just want you to know that I love you, and so does he.”

Abe then said, “Trust me sweetheart that I’ll explain everything later.  I’m going to take a quick shower and get back to the reception before everyone thinks we abandoned them and they all leave.  You two get dressed and go.  I’ll see you in the ballroom in a little bit.”

Rachel wanted to bombard Jay with all sorts of questions although the only one that left her lips was when she asked him if the sex was good, knowing that Abe was watching.  He answered, “Any sex with you is heaven, Rachel.  I met Abe at a bar one day not long ago, and after a few drinks he admitted that he knew about us and how deeply we felt for each other.  That’s when he confessed that he knew he wasn’t enough man for you and admitted that he often got off thinking of you and me having sex.”

That was the end of the conversation as they split up and rejoined the festivities through two different doors.  The entire scene was surreal to Rachel.  Instead of consummating her marriage she fucked her old boyfriend, and her new husband is acting like he was the one who got lucky.  How bizarre could her new marriage be?  She tried not to think about what had happened up in the honeymoon suite though it was difficult with Jay there at the reception, glancing her way every chance he could.

Rachel managed to separate Abe from his family long enough to ask him for further explanation.  “It’s our wedding day and I think you’re telling me that today was not a one-shot deal.  What am I failing to understand here?”

“I think you’re figuring it out okay on your own,” he said with a smile that always melted her heart.  “I’m not much of a sexual being.  I’ve learned since I was a teen that I liked to watch…porn or the real thing…much more than having sex myself.  Thinking of you having sex with someone else has always turned me on more that thinking of you and me in bed.  I can’t explain it.  It’s how I’m wired.”  Seeing the incredulous expression on Rachel’s face, he continued, “Do you know that the best orgasm I’ve ever had was moments ago as I watched you and Jay climax together.  I know I could never get you there…where he took you.”

“And yet you still married me?  What am I to think?”

“What you need to think about now is that your lover will be with us tonight in the honeymoon bed.  You’ll be able to do whatever you want, guilt free.  I love you, my new wife, and all I ask is that you’re happy.”

Rachel was so amazingly torn.  Could she accept her new husband’s declaration at face value?  Would sleeping with Jay again in front of Abraham really be guilt-free sex?  Her thoughts turned to Jay and the mind-blowing sex they just shared, wondering if it all was too good to be true, with the ‘catch’ right around the corner.  She kissed Abe and then said, “What about after tonight?”

“I guess I left out the best part.  At least I think it’s the best part.  Jay is booked on the same cruise we are.  He’s doubling with Ernesto.  We can be a threesome as we sail through the Caribbean.”

“How did Ernesto enter into the equation?  Is there something else you’re not telling me?”

“There is, but it doesn’t have anything to do with Jay…or us.”

As the reception wound down, Jay slipped away before Abe and Rachel received their honeymoon send-off, an elevator their limo.  When Abe opened the door to the suite Jay was already there, showered and wearing one of the hotel’s robes.  He pointed to two bottles of champagne—one on ice—and said, “I think one more toast is in order.  But first I think you two should get comfortable.”  Jay poured three glasses while Abe went into the separated bedroom to undress.  He faced Rachel and said, “Why don’t you shower first, sweetheart, but put the hose and garter belt back on.  They look so damned sexy on you.  As if to emphasize the fact, Jay let the robe open enough for her to see his growing erection.

Under the hot shower spray, Rachel pondered the imponderable future.  Could a threesome like tonight ever be long-lasting?  All she knew now was that is Abe was okay with it she’d fuck Jay anytime he wanted her.  Without a conscious thought she furiously masturbated and didn’t much care if the two men in her new life heard her climax.  She knew it wouldn’t be the last time that night.

She walked out of the bathroom to find both men sitting on the sofa, naked and each holding a flute of champagne.  Both of them inhaled sharply before telling her how beautiful she was, Jay extending a flute toward her.  She felt gratified somehow that both men had stiff erections and weren’t afraid to be seen by the other.  They raised their glasses as Jay said, “To the new married couple.  I’m tremendously grateful to be invited into your lives like this.  I love you, Rachel.”

Abe said, “I love you too, Rachel.  More than I think you realize.”  Glasses were clinked together and sips were taken.  When she drained her glass, Jay took her into his arms and carried her to the king bed.  While a smiling Abraham sat in the side chair as he had earlier, Jay began to make love to the other man’s new wife.  He luxuriated in the perfume that was her wet pussy’s musk.  He didn’t assault her, instead lazily flicking his tongue tip against her clit until she begged for more and in seconds spritzed all over his mouth and chin  in orgasmic gratification.

When Abe saw her squirt, he moaned “My God!” and began to masturbate.  Jay pulled himself up between Rachel’s splayed legs and kissed her, wet lips and all.  Their lips were still locked together as Jay entered her.  She gasped before bucking her hips, urging him on.  He began in a slow thrusting rhythm but that wasn’t satisfying Rachel.  She implored him with “Harder!  Harder!”  Soon he was cooperative, slamming into her as fast as he could swing his hips.

It wasn’t until they both cried out in a comingling of hot, juicy output that either of them comprehended Abe was kneeling on the bed next to them.   They realized it because he ejaculated right after Jay did, spraying Jay and Rachel with a copious amount of hot semen of his own.  The trio lay there in post-orgasmic languor, Jay on one side of Rachel, Abe on the other.

“More champagne?” Jay asked after he climbed from the bed.

“Sure,” answered the other two.

They heard the shower running again.  Rachel said, “Are you sure I can’t do anything for you?”

“We’ll see sweetheart.  I think you’re doing lots of things for me already.  Why don’t you join Jay in the shower?”

With one more “are you sure?” Rachel padded off to the shower, with Abe close behind.

Abe got his wish once more as Rachel soon had her back to Jay and he was nailing her from behind.  Through the pebbled glass of the shower stall Abe heard more than saw them quickly reach climax.  Rachel’s screams mixed with Jay’s moans had Abe hard again, but this time he refrained from masturbating.  Instead he entered the shower stall with them and joined Jay in exploring Rachel’s hot and tingly body all over. 

A little more champagne and Rachel decided that her husband wouldn’t be a spectator any longer.  Setting both men on the sofa next to each other, she proceeded to suck their cocks, alternating from one to the other and back again.

“You’re the greatest, Rachel,” Jay uttered as she took him incredibly deep into her throat.

Abe chuckled when it was his turn, saying “Am I not allowed to ask how you learned to do that?”

As she switched back to Jay she said, “Never ask those questions of a woman, husband of mine.”

After a bit more deep-throat action, Jay declared, “I’m gonna cum pretty soon.”

Rachel stopped and said, “You can wait,” and went back to sucking on Abe’s dick.  Abe summoned a few deities as he filled his bride’s mouth with hot ejaculate.   After swallowing and giving Abe a big grin, she turned back to Jay, took all of him as deep as she could, and let her tonsils do the rest.  She gagged when he unloaded—so much!—but managed to swallow most of it.

They finished the champagne and went to bed.  Rachel lay between the two men in her life, her wedding night nothing like she’d imagined.  She was still full of questions on how this threesome arrangement would work going forward but for now she was too sexually satisfied to care, especially with a man at each ear saying that he loved her.

At dawn she was awakened by one of them sliding his hard cock into her from behind.  Did it matter who it was?  She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations, and didn’t know it was her husband until he groaned as he came.  He wasn’t just a watcher after all.  Later Abe whispered in her ear, “The honeymoon has only just begun.”

 

a

 

It wasn’t until they were checking in at the cruise terminal that Rachel got the next shock.  She’d wondered how Ernesto would figure into the equation.  Then she saw her mother appear on Eric’s arm and knew the score.  One glance at Abe told her that Agnes knew all about Jay’s role and that bothered her for a while. 

After the obligatory safety muster, everyone got into swimwear and headed to the main pool.  Rachel was relieved to see her mom wore a one piece swimsuit that seemed age appropriate, although Agnes still had a youthful looking body and probably could’ve pulled off a bikini.

Threesome’s along with Pina Coladas were the order of the day.  As the ship sailed out of port, both trios itched to hit their staterooms more than the buffet line.  After all, sex would be good for the appetite.  Jay and Ernesto were booked in an inner cabin while the other rooms were both outers with balconies, so that’s basically where they’d sleep.

Before dinner the horny trios went to the staterooms.  Rachel was so hot for Jay she stripped off his trunks as soon as the cabin door closed.  She rode him like a wild cowgirl while Abe sat in a small chair near the open balcony sliding door and stroked himself as he watched.  They didn’t care how much noise they made so Rachel’s cries certainly wafted out into the salty air for others to hear and react to.  As her moaning—and up and down rhythm—intensified, Abe chuckled at hearing Agnes’s screams from the adjacent stateroom.  They had their balcony door open too.  Those on balconies above or below or beside them were surely getting an arousing earful.  As he shot his load, Abe wondered how many other couples were spurned to action by the noise they were making.

Rachel bellowed “Oh God, it’s a big one,” as she stopped her bouncing and shivered uncontrollably.

A few minutes later Abe heard a voice from the adjacent balcony and stuck his head out beyond the partition.  It was Agnes in an un-cinched bathrobe that hid nothing as she leaned over the railing to see him.  “Happy honeymoon darling son-in-law.  I see you’ve had your fun, and my daughter sounds like she’s had hers,” obviously seeing his cum-dripping cock that was still semi-erect.

Quickly sneaking back into the cabin, Abe told Rachel how hot her mother was.  Jay chuckled and said, “I bet you’re already figuring out how you can get to watch those two young bucks fuck Agnes, aren’t you?”  As he spoke he pointed to Abe’s cock which was fully erect again.

“Can you blame me?  You know I like to watch.”

Rachel said, “I’m sure it can be arranged, sweetheart.  Jay and I can keep busy in the meantime.”

“I’m sure you will,” Abraham said as he smiled at the lovers—one being his new wife—naked on the bed and fondling each other like they couldn’t get enough.

 

And that’s what they did.

 

 

Donna M.

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