by Jamie Hunter
Connor wasn’t there.
She lay confused for a moment, just basking in the warmth of their bed, feeling the softness of their down comforter bunched up between her thighs. Her whole body was sore, the insides of her legs especially.
Then, like a thunderclap, she remembered.
Holy shit…
Memories of the night before came flooding back, making her shiver with excitement and alarm. Memories of sucking Jason off. Of being fucked at both ends — tag-teamed by her fiance and the best man…
Oh my God… Amanda actually gasped out loud. You little slut!
She bolted upright and a cascade of blonde hair fell over her face. Where was Jason? Or for that matter, Connor?
There was a single red rose on the pillow next to her. The note beside it said everything:
My little porn star!
Jason and I shot out early — groom & best man stuff.
Don’t be late for the ceremony. I can’t wait to marry you!
All my Love,
Connor
Porn star! That part made her giggle. But with the both of them gone, at least she had free reign over the bathroom.
Good, she thought to herself, with a little bit of relief. No walk of shame now. No awkward morning after.
But was it really that awkward? The previous night’s events had been amazing for all three of them, but especially for her. Amanda knew she’d lived out a life-long fantasy not every girl got to enjoy. And best of all, it had happened with someone they knew and liked. Someone they even loved. And it had happened so naturally. Without any awkwardness or strangeness or weird vibes.
In fact, it had gone so smoothly that—
KNOCK! KNOCK!
Amanda glanced at the clock. It just about six. Connor must’ve reset the alarm, to give her more time to sleep.
Shit.
Shannon!
She moved through the bedroom, wondering if it still smelled like sex and she just couldn’t tell. Her librarian’s skirt was a tiny crumpled heap in the middle of the floor. Amanda picked it up and tossed it into the closet.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
“Coming!”
Her best friend and maid-of-honor had always been just a little too punctual, to the point of actually being annoying at times. But it was her only flaw. Other than that, Shannon was the sweetest, most amazing girlfriend she could ask for. She’d be here full throttle, getting everyone ready for makeup, whipping up breakfast for the rest of the bridal party while pouring mimosas at the same time.
Amanda crossed the living room. She was getting excited now. She threw the door open.
“HI!!!!!” Shannon beamed from the outside landing. Her friend held a bag of fresh bagels in one hand and a bottle of vodka in the other.
“Happy wedding day!”
The rest of Amanda’s morning was a complete blur.
First she showered. Again. It was a lot less messy than her two-in-the-morning shower, where she had to rinse the come of two different men from her pussy.
But that was SO. FUCKING. HOT… she sighed to herself in contentment.
So dirty…
The water cascading over Amanda’s body was like a baptism. She let it wash away her sins. Gingerly she reached down between her legs and touched her swollen pussy.
So incredibly amazing…
By the time she got out and slipped on a robe, the rest of her wedding party had arrived. Ana talked about the rehearsal dinner. Denise talked about everything else. As usual, she wouldn’t shut up, and more than once Amanda had to walk out of the room to keep from strangling her.
Sara was in charge of her hair and makeup. Halfway through she asked Amanda how last night had gone, and whether or not she and Connor ‘did it’ one last time as a single couple. She almost choked on her mimosa when asked that, but somehow Amanda managed to keep a straight face. If any of her friends knew she’d spent the best part of the evening with her legs spread, being passed back and forth between the groom and best man? She would’ve spent the rest of the day picking everyone’s jaw up off the floor.
All in all it was a nice morning. They laughed and told jokes. Chided each other about the upcoming day. The only hiccup seemed to come when Heather suggested she might ‘throw herself’ at the best man later, simply because she ‘hadn’t gotten laid in a while’ and thought he was cute. Amanda felt a hard pang of jealousy at that statement. So sharp and so vicious in fact, that she practically snapped her friend’s head off for no good reason.
Why would you even care? she asked herself later. Jason’s single. Heather’s single. If the two of them wanted to go at it…
She shrugged internally. These kinds of hookups happened all the time. Especially within a wedding party, and especially after a couple of drinks.
Maybe the two of them would even hit it off? Maybe they’d—
“I think he has a girlfriend,” Amanda had chimed in quickly. “A serious one, back in California.”
The lie left her mouth before she could even think about it. Hell, she didn’t even know why she was saying it. It didn’t make any sense.
You know why…
But she had said it. And she’d also inadvertently given Heather a scathing, withering look, when Heather didn’t deserve anything of the sort.
“Listen, I’m sorry,” she apologized later, pulling her aside. “I didn’t mean to snap at you. It’s just that… you know, it’s my wedding day and I’m trying to avoid any relationship drama.”
Heather had given her the obligatory smile and told her it was fine. At which point Amanda had (rather begrudgingly) given her bridesmaid her blessing to go after Jason, if that’s what she wanted.
But of course she didn’t really mean it.
Eight
They’d chosen to get married outside, in a beautiful courtyard. Mostly because Amanda had always wanted an outdoor wedding, but also because she hated churches.
“Let’s go!” Shannon declared, rounding everyone up. “Limo’s here!”
Heading to the venue, she found herself fairly stress-free. Everyone’s dress fit, nobody had a meltdown, and none of her bridesmaids were fighting. They were even running early. The exhaustion Amanda was sure she’d feel hadn’t caught up with her yet. In fact, she was full of energy. Excited and happy.
It’s your wedding day! Enjoy it!
She did exactly that.
When the time came, and the guests began slowly gathering in the courtyard, Amanda was more than ready. In the mirrored dressing room of the venue, her bridesmaids put the finishing touches on her. One by one they kissed her good luck, then left the room to prepare the line up. Sara touched up her lips, and then Shannon was the last to go. Her best friend said a few tearful words before hugging her a joyous goodbye.
Eventually it was just the bride, staring at herself in the mirror, fighting down the rising butterflies. Amanda looked absolutely stunning. Even better than she’d hoped. Her bridal gown was virgin white, simple yet sophisticated, and left her shoulders beautiful bare. Carefully she pulled her veil back and smiled. Even her makeup was flawless.
This is it… she thought, heart racing. This is the—
KNOCK KNOCK.
The door opened automatically after two soft knocks. Reflected in the mirror, Amanda gasped as she saw Connor enter the dressing room.
“What are you doing here?”
For a moment Connor looked confused. “What?”
“It’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding!”
He looked thoroughly amazing in his tuxedo. Tall, dark, handsome — the epitome of the man she’d always thought she’d marry.
“What’s so bad luck about it?” he asked.
She shrugged. “I don’t know… it just is!”
He stepped forward and kissed her. Almost instantly her body melted into his. Amanda’s lips parted, her tongue dueling softly with his own. Her mind began racing again. Racing with thoughts of Connor, so deep inside her last night. But also thoug
hts of—
She broke the kiss quickly as another person entered the room. Over Connor’s shoulder, she saw Jason.
“Hey,” he smiled, and she melted just a little bit more.
“Uh, hi.”
Sometime while she wasn’t looking, Connor had removed his jacket. He was still kissing her, but now he’d moved down to her neck. It gave her the shivers. Her neck was Amanda’s weakness; always had been, always would be. Her soon-to-be husband knew it, too.
“Connor, I…”
She closed her eyes as he nibbled on her bare shoulder. One hand went to her leg. It slipped down, bunching up her dress, trying to get beneath it. And the whole time she stood staring at Jason. Standing there. Watching them.
“Baby, we have to get out there…” Amanda protested. “We’re getting married in ten minutes!”
“More like eight minutes,” Connor murmured into her neck. “But who’s counting? It’s not like the wedding’s gonna start without us…”
His hand found her leg, his palm gliding along bare skin. It moved ever upward. Slid over her lace-trimmed garter…
“They’re going to come looking for us, you know. They’ll want to know—”
Her voice trailed off as Connor’s hand slid between her legs. He pushed it forward, forcing it between the warmth of her trim little thigh gap. Amanda jumped as the tips of his fingers found the silky edge of her bridal thong…
“Oh God…”
Her eyes fluttered open and she noticed Jason was still standing at the door. Not just at the door, but blocking the door. He had one big foot jammed up against it, to keep anyone from entering. And he was staring back at her, too.
“What exactly do you want?” she whispered into Connor’s ear. But she kept staring at Jason the whole time.
“This.”
Deftly he pulled her thong to one side and ran the ball of his middle finger along her hot, pink slit. It took less than a second for her pussy to get wet.
“You want to fuck me?” she hissed in disbelief.
“More than anything.”
Amanda had to laugh. “Right here? Five minutes before our wedding?”
“Definitely.”
Jason folded his big arms. Her eyes still hadn’t left his. Amanda searched her feelings, looking for the awkwardness she should certainly feel. The morning-after strangeness of locking eyes with a new lover. The weirdness that came with staring at one person while another slipped a finger inside…
“Okay fine,” she relented. She couldn’t believe she going along with it. “Do it fast.”
Connor pressed forward. He had her backed up against the mirror now. He was still kissing her neck, still eliciting goosebumps all over her exposed flesh. And now he was hiking her dress up even higher. Pushing her thighs apart…
“Here,” Amanda offered. “On the table.”
He lifted her easily, setting her down on the makeup table. An eyebrow pencil rolled away. A bottle of nail polish clattered to the floor. She heard the jangle of his belt, the feel of his body, pressing against her own.
“We don’t have much timmmmeeeee…”
She chewed her lip as he thrust forward, entering her in a single stroke.
“Oh, baby…” Amanda gasped.
Connor felt big and hard inside her, exactly as he had last night. She wrapped her arms around his back as he began fucking her. Raked her nails across the fabric of his white, button-down shirt.
“God… Oh God…”
The soreness came back, the feeling of being stretched tight from the inside. Jason had done much of that, she knew. Jason, their best man, and his big, thick cock. Amanda opened her eyes again, staring at him. Wordlessly communicating this fact to him, as if he could somehow understand her.
To Connor’s credit he came quickly. He grabbed her ass for leverage as he increased the pace, thrusting faster and faster between her legs until his orgasm was a bygone conclusion. Amanda screwed him back just as hard, the delicate toile of her bridal gown quivering all around her. Her movements fulfilled the needs of every desperate thrust, until with a strangled cry of exultation, her fiance finally exploded inside her.
They both froze as it happened; each holding on to each other tightly. Connor, filling her to overflowing with his cream. Amanda, staring back over his shoulder at the best man, her expression now plastered with half a grin. Reminding him mentally, using only her eyes, of what he was missing. What it felt like, to fuck her like this. To be inside her…
Connor stepped back. He pulled up his pants and re-buckled them before kissing her tenderly.
“There,” Amanda smiled sweetly. “All better now?” She snapped her thong back in place before hopping down from the makeup table.
“Much better,” he replied.
She began straightening out her wedding dress. “Good, because we really need to—”
His finger shushed her, placed gently before her lips. The groom grinned, then glanced over his shoulder at the best man.
“Go on,” Connor said, with a jerk of his head. “You fuck her now, bro.”
Nine
They switched places. Connor moved over to guard the door, while Jason took a step in her direction.
You’ve got to be kidding…
Amanda gulped. Literally gulped.
“Are you serious?”
Connor nodded. Jason only smiled and moved in closer. Her whole body shivered. Her legs already shook from the adrenaline of being fucked so hard.
“You can say no,” he offered, giving her an easy way out. “But I—”
“Can you come as quickly as your friend just did?”
She couldn’t believe she said it. But there it was.
“Yes.”
“Then hurry.” Her eyes looked up at him pleadingly, but there was a rising excitement in Amanda’s belly. A wild, secret thrill that made her stomach fall away like the first big drop of a roller coaster. “Go on. Do me.”
She lifted her wedding dress herself this time. Jason’s arms went around her, but instead of hoisting her back onto the makeup table he spun her around so that she was facing it.
“OH!”
Then he put a hand on her back and bent her over.
Amanda rested her arms on the table as Jason lifted her dress all the way up around her hips. Her smooth, rounded ass was exposed to both of them. Once again, she felt her bridal panties being pulled off to one side…
“Oh… OH GOD…”
It felt almost animalistic as he thrust inside her. Jason’s big, heavy cock parted her from within, pushing its way easily through her silky, come-filled channel.
“God, Jason…” She looked at up at him by staring into the mirror. Amanda’s eyes were already half-lidded. “God that part is so fucking sexy…”
Her platinum hair spilled out over the table, shuffling back and forth as he began fucking her. The best part about it was his hands. Jason’s hands were thick and strong, locked tightly around her waist and garter belt. They felt so masculine. So incredibly alpha. He took her hard and fast from behind, not asking if it felt okay, not checking to see if it hurt or if she needed him to slow down.
Luckily she was well-lubricated by her fiance’s warm load. Amanda could feel it squishing around inside her now. Hear the wet sounds Jason’s cock made pushing it deeper into her womb.
Her gaze shifted to Connor. He stood at the door, watching them, his face registering all the anticipation and excitement of a kid opening his favorite present on Christmas morning.
“Do you like that baby?” she asked, locking eyes with him. “Do you like seeing your best friend in my pussy?”
Even through the mirror she could see Connor’s eyes flare. She could sense the thrill he got from listening to her, coupled with the excitement of just watching.
“Should I let him come in me?” she asked. When her husband-to-be didn’t answer right away, Amanda wriggled her ass backward, grinding against Jason’s hips.
“Do you want to see his co
me in my pussy?” she goaded. “Just like last night?”
Her mind screamed that she was crazy. Absolutely out of her mind. There were a hundred and fifty people outside, waiting for them. What the fuck were they still doing here!
She looked up at Jason again. His expression was lost in lust. She knew he was close, but not close enough.
“Are you holding back?” she asked him from the mirror.
The best man clenched his jaw. He shook his head.
“You’d better not be,” she warned. “C’mon honey, do it already. Put it in me...”
She smiled at him sexily as his pace quickened.
“Oh yeah, that’s it! Let it go...”
Jason’s eyes glazed. His breathing grew faster. The grip their friend had on Amanda’s waist grew almost painfully tight.
“Come in me, Jason. Fill me up! I want to feel it. I want to squeeze down on your cock, just as you’re shooting your seed right in my fucking pussy…”
It was the way she grunted her last sentence that did the trick. Amanda felt his cock swell, and then suddenly he was shooting inside her, flooding her pussy. She sighed through the contractions, feeling each powerful pulse. She put a hand out for leverage against the mirror. She swore she could feel every hot jet of his sticky come as it splashed against the walls of her womb.
“Yeahhhh…” she breathed huskily. “Oh yeah! Put it in there. Give me all of it...”
She was just as excited as them now, maybe even more. Jason’s strokes grew slower as he finally finished. He withdrew, slid her thong back into place, and then patted her cream-filled pussy.
“There’s your something borrowed,” he whispered into her ear.
Amanda giggled and elbowed him playfully. As she did, a big gob of come dripped out of her. It splashed to the floor, just beside the chair she’d sat on while her bridesmaids did her hair.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
“Hey! Amanda?” The voice calling through the door had concern in it. “You alright?”
