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