From pb1122@aol.com Fri Feb 07 15:04:29 1997 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Best man (cuckolded groom) Parts 1-5 From: pb1122@aol.com (Pb1122) Date: 7 Feb 1997 20:04:29 GMT I Guess He Really is the Best Man PART I My wife Pamela and I lived together for several years before we decided to get married. We had a great relationship and always were very open and honest with one another. The trust we shared led to some great sex. Pam was always willing to try new things in bed and we loved reading Penthouse Letters together to turn each other on. My favorite letters have always been the ones where a guy gets off watching his wife or girlfriend with another guy. I confided in Pamela about my voyeuristic desires. At first she didn't understand how I could want to watch her get fucked by a big-dicked stud. If I really loved her, why would I want her to fuck another man? And she also worried it was some sort of trap; if she slept with a well endowed man, I might accuse her of not liking my penis, which is only about five inches long and a little thicker than my thumb. I had to admit that I was conflicted about that. I’ve always been self-conscious of my small dick, but my arousal overcame any doubts I had about my own equipment, so I persisted. Eventually I convinced her that I was sincere in my fantasy and that nothing turned me on more than her having a good time. It would be like watching a great porno film starring the most beautiful woman I knew. When we were engaged to be married, Pamela told me my wedding gift would be the fulfillment of my fantasy before our wedding night. Now you wouldn't think it would be hard for Pamela to find a guy willing to fuck her in front of me. She's about 5'2'' and weighs 120 lbs. She has a great ass and D cup breasts. She keeps her dark red hair cut to shoulder length and always shaves her pussy. In fact it wasn't hard for her to find guys more than willing to fuck her. But still, my fantasy did not come true at first. Pamela's first thought of a suitable candidate was her ex-boyfriend Malcolm. According to Pam, Mal had the thickest cock she had ever seen. She couldn't fit her hand all the way around it at the base. He really new how to use it. Pam bragged about his control, too, saying he could fuck for hours without coming. She once told me she probably sucked his dick more often than any of her boyfriends simply because she would get sore fucking his horse-sized cock all night long. I had often masturbated to images of her and Mal together, and I enthusiastically agreed with her choice. He was responsive when she phoned him on Monday, and agreed to meet her for a late lunch that Wednesday. Pamela took the afternoon off from work that day in anticipation of some action. I kissed her good luck Wednesday morning, and spent the day at work worrying and fantasizing about Pam what she was doing with Mal at that moment. I hurried home from work at five, and was disappointed to find the house empty. I waited around until almost nine before Pamela got home. Unfortunately, she was alone. Lunch, it turned out, had gone wonderfully, Pam told me as she headed to the bedroom to change clothes. I followed like a puppy dog. She told me that after several cocktails they agreed to go back to Mal's place. Before long they were necking on the couch. "When he started on my tits, I knew I was a goner," Pamela said, stripping off her bra to reveal her milky white boobs covered by large, purple hickies. "He kind of dominated me," she continued. "He made me take off all my clothes and lie on the bed with my legs splayed open, playing with myself, while he rubbed his big, fat dick." Mal had then told my fiancee that the girls who he'd been dating recently were prudes who wouldn't let him go down on them. Pam was more than happy to fix his oral jones, and they locked in a 69 position for what she described as an all too brief hour and a half. After that, she climbed on top of him, and fucked him for about twenty minutes before he finally came inside her. I told Pam it sounded like everything went great, and asked when she might fuck him again so I could watch. She shook her head sadly, and said she would never wanted to be with him again. When she had broached the subject of my wedding gift, Mal had exploded. He was mad that she was seeing someone else, let alone engaged. He demanded she drop me immediately. They got in a huge fight and she left. This whole story turned me on incredibly, and by now Pam was wearing nothing but her panties, sitting next to me on the bed, smoking a cigarette. I reached over to pull her to me. "Please, Glen," she said gently pushing me away. "I’m really tired. And you know how sore Mal makes me. He made me come dozens of times this afternoon, and I just want to go to sleep, ok?" I pouted and complained about my not getting my gift or "anything" for a few minutes, while Pam finished her cigarette. Finally, she glared at me and muttered, "Jesus, Glen, just pull it out, already." I was more than happy to oblige and pulled my pants down to my ankles, freeing my rock hard five inches. She grabbed me by the shaft pulled me in front of her and began jerking me off. I moaned appreciatively and after about ten or fifteen seconds erupted in a fantastic orgasm, squirting white cum all over Pam’s boobs. Seeing it drip off her large, firm, and bruised breasts made me insane with jealousy, arousal, and humiliation. I imagined Mal’s teeth digging into my girlfriend’s generous melons and Pam squealing and coming from the attention and Mal fucking her all afternoon with his huge dick. I bent down and began to lick my spunk off of Pam’s sticky, round breasts. I was hard again in no time, but Pam quickly pushed me away when she saw my penis spring back to life. "Okay, Glen, you had your fun. Now back off! If you want to make yourself useful, go draw me a bath." I hurried off to the bathroom, my hard dick leading the way, with a strange kind of respect for Mal mixing with hatred. I always came within a minute or two of fucking Pam’s tight pussy, and his dick was something like three times as thick as mine. She must have been triple-tight, and he lasted twenty minutes? It seemed inhuman. No wonder she was sore. I turned on the hot water, sat on the side of the tub, and jerked off, slowly, almost like I was in a trance, while the faucet roared and the bathroom filled up with steam. Part ii As the wedding date got closer, Pamela came up with another plan to find the right man for my fantasy. She and called her friend Liza, and they decided to get dressed up and go trolling at the local bars, hoping someone who would fit the bill might hit on them. I figured every guy in the bar would hit on one or the other of them. Liza is just as hot as Pam. She is a little taller, and also has a great body. She has light blue eyes and short black hair. I asked Pam not to let Liza in on the secret of my "gift." But Pam said she already had; she couldn’t figure out how else to get Liza to go along with the plan. I was really embarrassed that a hot girl like Liza knew I was interested in watching my girlfriend get her brains fucked out by another man. Liza arrived to pick up Pamela wearing a tight red mini dress with black stockings and velvet high heels. Liza was stunning and Pam looked just as gorgeous in a black mini skirt, white blouse, and black patent leather platform shoes. Although I was still a little embarrassed that Pam had let Liza in on my secret fantasy, I wished them both luck. That night, Pamela got home around 2 a.m. She was alone again. When I asked if she'd had any luck with her trolling, she said she got a "nibble." I asked what that meant. It seemed she had met a man named Greg. He was an ex-college football player and was very tall and muscular. After letting him buy her several drinks, and dancing a few slow numbers with Greg, his large hands were rubbing all over her ass while she crushed her breasts into his muscular chest on the dance floor. She quickly took him out to the car to see if he fit the requirements of my fantasy. "And did he ever," Pam exclaimed. "He was almost as thick as Mal and a few inches longer." I felt dizzy when she said this. "Pam, you have some kind of gift for picking well hung guys," I told her. "No, I'm just lucky sometimes. I certainly don't always end up that lucky," she said looking me straight in the eyes. I blushed and looked away. Then she continued her account of that night's adventures. She had taken off her blouse and let Greg suck and fondle her breasts while they made out in the back seat of my car. After she gave him a blow job, and got a close look at his beautiful prick, she suggested returning to her place to put on a show for her husband. Greg balked at that idea, but did try and convince her to go back to his house. Even though she was dying to feel his tool inside her, she refused, saying she didn't want to go to an empty house with a man she just met. Later that night, when she told Liza about her encounter in the car, Liza had called her greedy. "You should have brought me along, Pam. I wouldn't have minded sharing a catch like him," she told my fiancee. I immediately thought of offering Greg the two of them in exchange for letting me watch. When I mentioned this to Pam, she looked a little shocked. She had never tried any group sex, and said it might be fun, but, she hadn't taken Greg’s phone number. Even though she didn’t have anyway to contact Greg, I began picturing Pam and her friend getting fucked silly by a big, well hung football player. Pam and I had great sex that night, both of us silently imagining Greg and his big dick while I ate her out. Part iii The wedding got closer, and our plans for the ceremony progressed. I asked my best friend from college, Rick, to be best man. Liza, who was one of Pam's bridesmaids, met Rick not long after that, and they immediately hit it off. They were dating soon after. I was more than happy for both of them, and thought they were a great couple. We were so busy with wedding and honeymoon plans, that we had no time to worry about my gift. I figured I would be stuck jerking off to Pam’s stories for the rest of my life. Rick and Liza threw us a Jack 'n' Jill party the night before our wedding. There was much drinking and people were passing joints around. About eleven o'clock a male and female stripper arrived. They each stripped separately, and then danced together for a few minutes, rubbing their nearly naked bodies together. Everyone cheered loudly as the male stripper rubbed his considerable bulge against the female's g-string covered crotch. After the strippers left, I stepped outside to get some air. A couple of my friends, Frank and Jim, were on the lawn as well, and we sat down beneath a tree to share another joint. After smoking the joint, I laid back and looked up at the sky. Before I knew it, I was out cold. When I woke up, I was alone. I wandered back inside and saw that the party had wound down. I asked one of the few people left where Pam was. He told me she had gone upstairs a half hour or so ago. When I got to the upstairs hallway all the doors were closed except for one, which was slightly ajar. I went to it and peeked in. Inside I saw Liza, naked, sitting astride Rick's face with her back to me. Rick was lying sideways across the double bed, with the top of his head pointing toward me. By the squeals Liza was making and the grinding movements of her bare ass, I could tell Rick was giving her a first class tongue lashing, even though all I could see of him was his hair. I was really turned on, and I watched them for several minutes before Liza got off his face. When she did I saw two things between Rick's legs that just about made me pass out. The first was a huge, erect penis, easily nine or ten inches long, and more than twice as thick as my own. The second was Pamela, kneeling between his legs, sucking on this monster prick. Liza moved down to join her, and I stepped back from the door a bit. I didn`t want to be seen. I didn't really need to worry about that though, because neither of the girls took their eyes off their work as the licked every single inch of Rick's considerable tool. "So big... so big... " Pam whispered as she nuzzled his large, hairy balls. "Glad you like it, honey," Rick responded, "It's a shame about Glen's little secret, though," he chuckled. "He always was real shy in the locker room, so I kind of thought he might be tiny." I felt so embarrassed. My best friend was getting his cock sucked by my wife-to-be and they were talking about my little dick! "Oh, shut up and fuck me!" Pam begged. She climbed up from between his legs, and sat astride Rick. She took his penis in her left hand and rubbed the head back and forth across her shaved slit. "Hmmmm… " she moaned, then gave a sharp gasp as the large, purple head rubbed against her swollen clit. She adjusted her legs so she was squating above Rick’s pole and eased the head into her with a loud groan. "That’s it, Rick, give it to me… God, yes… " She only had the first couple inches in, and she sounded like she was coming already. Liza was still between my buddy’s legs, licking the bottom of his thick shaft, and rubbing his balls. "I want it all, Rick." Pam gasped, and sat down slowly on his dick. It disappeared, inch by inch into her tight pussy. Watching ten inches slip into your woman is something you really must see to believe. Even though I’d fantasized about it before, I never really knew how big it could look in person. "Aahhhh… " Pam moaned once he was all the way in. A look of satisfaction came over her face, but it was quickly replaced by one of hunger, when Rick grabbed her hips with his large hands and began moving her up and down on his pole. "Ooooo… Jesus, YES! That’s it Rick…. C’mon, fuck me hard… " By now Pam’s voice was getting louder, almost a shout. "Harder Rick! God, you’re so fucking BIG! It feels so GOOD! That’s it, baby. Fuck me! Fuck me with that big cock! Oh god, I love IT. Harder, Rick, harder!" Pam was screaming at this point, and I backed away from the door. I realized that everyone downstairs must be able to hear her as well. I guess Liza thought the same thing, because she stood up and kissed Pam full on the lips. This muffled her cries, but I could still hear her grunting and moaning while Rick pounded away. I was afraid someone would come upstairs to see what was the matter, so I quickly retreated to the bathroom at the end of the hall and locked the door. I immediately took out my hard dick and jerked off into the toilet, thinking about Pam, Liza and Rick in the bedroom down the hall. I came after about ten seconds, and shot the largest load ever all over my hands. It dripped down into the toilet, and I cleaned up with some tissues and flushed. As soon as I came, I began to feel angry. Not only was my fiancee sleeping with another man the night before our wedding, but it was my best friend. She betrayed my trust. She was fucking around with my friend, laughing with Liza and Rick about my small penis. I thought about storming into the bedroom and confronting her. But as soon as I thought about the bedroom, I was hard again. I was getting what I wanted; my wedding gift was fulfilled, and it sure looked like Pamela got what she wanted too: a long, thick cock up inside her. Still confused, I headed downstairs. As I passed the bedroom door in the hall, I noticed it was closed tight now, but I could still hear groans and grunts from inside. As I went downstairs, I heard some laughter in the living room. It stopped as soon as I entered, though. "Oh, hi Glen," Frank said. All my friends looked away from me and wouldn’t make eye contact. It was obvious they not only heard Pam, but knew what was going on. I blushed crimson at all the knowing smiles and mumbled something about being really fucked up and went into the kitchen. In the kitchen I pretended to pass out at the table so, no one would bother me. Eventually, everyone in the living room left. A half an hour or so later my head was still down on the table, when Liza entered the kitchen. I peeked out at her behind half-closed eyes. She was wearing nothing but a white t-shirt. Her legs were long and beautiful. I could see a wet sheen on her upper inner thighs and her erect nipples jutted through the thin shirt. She looked at me, and then gently said, "Glen, wake up." I didn’t stir. Satisfied that I was out cold, Liza grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge, and headed back upstairs. I waited a few minutes, then snuck back upstairs as well. The bedroom was deserted now, and the bathroom door was closed. I listened at the door to the bath and heard the sound of a running shower and several voices giggling. There was no way to open the door without alerting all of them to my presence, so I quietly jerked off in the hallway, imagining what Pam, Rick, and Liza must be doing inside. part iV Pamela said nothing of her activities at the party the whole ride home. She did mention how nice Rick and Liza were to throw us a party. I continued my drunk act and pretended not to notice her wet hair of the fact that her bra was in her purse. In fact, even though I was dying to her the details of her exploits with Rick, I really wanted her to bring it up; it wouldn’t be like she was cheating if she had been trying to set up my wedding gift. But then was that really why she had slept with Rick? I thought not. She did it because she wanted to. She enjoyed herself and had little, if any, remorse. This made me sick. But it also made me horny. Pam dropped me off at my apartment with a peck on the cheek. She was sleeping at her parents house, as planned, so she could start getting ready for the noon wedding first thing in the morning. I spent most of the rest of the night jerking off to the image of my beautiful bride giving head to my best man and then riding him for all he was worth and cumming all over his huge cock. In the morning, I arrived at the church at 10:00 and had nothing to do for two hours until the ceremony. Of course, I couldn’t see Pam before the wedding or we’d risk a bad luck, according to all her aunts, so I was reduced to talking to the church vicar for almost half an hour. When my groomsman arrived, I was elated at first. I could break out of this boring discussion and chat with my friends. Then I realized. Rick had just fucked my bride, and the three guys with him had all heard it happen. So had I. I was mortified. Thank god no one acted funny. The closest we got to discussing last night was to joke that I was in for a real treat on my honeymoon and for them to talk about how loaded I had gotten the night before. I began to relax, and chalk the whole experience up to the drinking and pot. The wedding went off without a hitch. Pam looked gorgeous in her white gown. We soon retired to a local club for the reception, and I began to have a good time. Rick and Jim drove me from the church to the club, and we shared a joint on the way. At the reception, I made a quick round of the relatives present, and sat back to begin some serious drinking. I had had a few when I realized that I still hadn’t seen Pam. I looked around and located Liza at the bar. I asked her if she had seen Pam. Liza told me she had gone into the back room to change out of her wedding gown. She didn’t want to spill anything on it or tear it dancing. Liza encouraged me to sit down and wait for her. She grabbed me another vodka and steered me back to my table. I thought nothing of this for fifteen minutes or so, until I realized: Rick was nowhere to be seen either. I jumped up and immediately headed to the back of the club. Liza saw me and looked scared for a second. I flashed her a very serious look of Don’t interfere and she backed off. I rounded the corner by the rest rooms and saw a door marked "employees only." I pushed it open a few inches and saw a small lounge. In a mirror near the door I could see a reflection of two naked bodies entwined on a couch in the far corner of the room. I could only see a rear view of the bottom half of the couple, but I recognized Rick’s muscular legs and ass pounding his over-sized prick between my wife’s creamy thighs. When Rick pulled all the way out, I was treated to a beautiful view of my wife’s shaven pussy lips stretched wide by Rick’s thick manhood. Then he pushed back in and Pam’s legs convulsively wrapped around Rick’s waist. Pam was emitting slight cries with each stroke. As the tempo increased, so did Pam’s excitement. "Please… Rick, please fuck me faster… I want you to make me cum… you can do it stud, just a little faster please… My God, that’s it… so good… the best, Rick, you’re the best! Do it to me, baby!" Her words dissolved into babble as the first in a series of orgasms overcame her. I watched as Pam got fucked silly for the next twenty minutes before Rick spewed a tremendous load of cum into her. Halfway through this fucking, as I stood in the hall stroking my hard dick, Liza poked her head around the corner. We made eye contact for a second, and I tried to cover my penis. She gave me a sarcastic, condescending smile before turning and walking away. I ignored this interuption and came twice while watching my wife and Rick. I began to cry just before I shot my first load when I noticed Pam’s wedding dress, discarded carelessly on the floor beside the couch. Part v I headed back to the reception when Pam slithered out from under Rick and began sucking his shiny, flaccid prick. I was still amazed at it’s size. Even soft it was at least seven inches long and much thicker than the erect dick in my hand. She crammed as much of this monster into her mouth as possible and began licking off the large droplets of white cum. I felt shaky as I returned to the reception, but managed to make it back to my table before collapsing. I accepted congratulations from my guests for the next hour or so in a daze. Finally Pam and Rick emerged from the back of the club. Pam was in a more comfortable dress, and Rick was still in his tux, but his tie was discarded. Pam and Liza had a discussion at the bar for a while, looking in my direction occasionally. When Pam came over to my table, she leaned over and kissed me deeply. "Can you taste Rick’s cum, honey?" she whispered. "I sure swallowed enough of it. He can cum like a geyser, you know." I was speechless. "What’s the matter? Didn’t you like your wedding present, Glen?" Pam reached down under the table and grabbed my crotch. Her hand squeezed my hard cock roughly. "It sure seems like you enjoyed it. Liza said you were really whacking the little guy," Pam chuckled. "But… but, how did you know I’d watch?" I stammered "I didn’t. I just had to have him. Liza told me what a good lay he was and I needed it." She shrugged her shoulders. "Look, Glen, I’m free, white, and 21. Rick wasn’t the first guy I’ve cheated with, and he’s sure not going to be the last. If you can’t take it, tell me now." "I… I don’t know Pam… I thought… well, I thought you were just doing this for me… " "Don’t be silly, Glen! I love getting laid, especially when it’s done right. I love you, but you’re really small and you can’t hold out long enough to satisfy a woman like me. Now, I think we make a great pair: I like getting fucked by real men, and you like to watch me get fucked. If you want to watch, great. If not, I’ve got no problem keeping quiet about it." I was dumbfounded. Was this the same woman who was reluctant to try this fantasy at first? I had turned my wife into some kind of nympho. She seemed to sense my confusion, and she knew exactly what to do about it. She grabbed my hand and pulled it under the table, under her dress and pushed it to her crotch. She wasn’t wearing any panties, and her pussy was still wet and loose from the fucking she just received. "What do you say, Glen?" she whispered huskily in my ear as my fingers explored her warm, wet box. "Do you want to be married to a cum-crazed slut?" "Oh, Pam… Yes!" I almost shouted. She smiled triumphantly at me, pushed my hand away from her crotch, and kissed me chastely on the cheek. "Good," was all she said. She stood up, straightened her dress and headed over to the table where Rick and my other groomsmen were sitting. I was surprised when she asked Jim to dance. As they strolled out onto the dance floor, Rick looked over at me and raised his glass in a toast. --Professor Booty