by Manda McNay
Last Screw Before “I Do”
by Manda McNay
Smashwords Edition
© 2013, Manda McNay
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All characters in this work are at least 18 years old;
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Table of Contents
Our Best Man
My Brother’s Lover
Other Erotic Stories by Manda McNay
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Our Best Man
“Here,” my fiance says, “put it in. I trust you.”
Then he’s pressing a cock into my hand, folding my fingers closed around it. It belongs to his best friend. My ex-boyfriend. The best man at our wedding.
The wedding is tomorrow, but tonight I’m here with them, all of us naked, my fiance, Matt, on his hands and knees and Richard’s penis throbbing in my fist. They’re both watching me, Matt peering back over his shoulder. Richard, our third for the evening, licks his lips. “Go ahead, Lizzie. Help me fuck him.”
I guide the spongy tip of him to my fiance’s virgin, waiting hole.
“Here goes nothing,” I whisper, and it begins.
“Hey, Beautiful.”
I jumped. “You’re not supposed to be in here.”
Soft sounds of footsteps behind me, then the smoky smell of him before he appeared with me in the suite’s mirror. “Yeah, well…I couldn’t resist a sneak peak at the blushing bride. And besides,” he said, his face next to mine in the reflection, “it’s the husband who’s not supposed to see you. No one says anything about the ex-boyfriend.”
I scrunched my nose at him, and the perfect face in the mirror did the same. It was hard to believe that it was me looking back: the trial run of makeup on my face had hidden all my flaws, making me look like myself, but… perfect. My hair was done, too, and even though Matt wouldn’t be seeing it, I couldn’t help but flinch away from Richard to protect it. “You’re messing up my hair.”
“Ah, come on now. Nothing could ruin you. I really mean it, you look… amazing.” His voice broke a little on the last word but we both pretended we didn’t hear it. His pupils were wide in the mirror as he took it all in. He swallowed hard, and I put my hand over the one he’d laid on my shoulder. I wondered if he was thinking it, too; that it could have been him I was marrying tomorrow.
“I missed my chance.” He said it so softly I barely heard the words.
I turned to look up at him. “This was a bad idea, wasn’t it.”
“What?”
“Asking you to be in our wedding. I mean, I love you to bits—” he winced slightly at that, but recovered, “—but if it’s going to be too hard for you… I’m sure Matt will understand.”
His eyes flickered, then warmed. “Matt and I have talked about this, you know. Probably more than you realize. I told him, and I’m telling you, that I can handle this. I blew my chance back then, but that’s my problem, not yours. I just want you to be happy, Bunny.”
Bunny: because we started dating the first Easter after we graduated. He’d said it the first time almost by accident; it didn’t exactly mesh with his tough-guy persona. And when his friends heard him…
“Remember how embarrassed you were? When your little friends heard you say that? I thought you were gonna be kicked out of the Cool Kids Club.” I smirked, though it faded when I saw the glint in his eye.
“It made you smile, though. You and Matt have my blessing, okay? I want to be there for you.”
He squeezed my shoulder, then he was gone, the door closing gently behind him.
“Okay, everyone! Listen! We don’t want to keep our lovely bride and her groom up past their bedtimes.” My father’s voice boomed down the long table. “Everyone say goodnight, and you two head upstairs. Separately.”
“I told you, Jim, you could’ve saved some money if you just let us bunk together,” Matt said, smiling sweetly.
“No way. Paws off, buddy. My little girl needs her sleep.” Dad turned to me and raised his glass. He’d had a few by that point. “You’ll be the most beautiful bride. Now get going, honey, and sleep well.”
I stood and looked at the faces of all the friends and family who came with us. Even my grandma, the one who’s terrified of flying, had managed to come all this way to see us get married. I felt overwhelmed for a moment. “I just want to thank you all. So much. I always wanted a beach wedding, and because you were all able to join us I get to have my dream. I love you.”
I caught Richard’s eye by accident when I said I love you.
Maybe this was a mistake.
Then Matt was beside me, his arm around my waist. “I’ll walk you to your room, Milady.”
We left the family gathered around the banquet table. Knowing my Dad, they’d be there until the wee hours of the morning. Mom wouldn’t sleep, and my sister would match Dad shot for shot. I tried not to think of what they’d look like come morning.
I felt the first twinges of nervousness.
“What am I supposed to do in the room? Watch tv? Everything’s ready to go, and I can’t possibly be expected to sit there like nothing is happening.”
“Whoa, relax! Your dad sent you away so you could get some sleep, and he’s right. Tomorrow’s your big day, and you need to be rested enough to enjoy it.”
“I thought it was our big day.”
“Of course it is. But let’s not kid ourselves: tomorrow it’s all about you. I’m just the lucky guy who gets to take you home after.” We’d reached my room, and he pulled the key card out of his pocket. “Now you rest up. You’ve got a lot of excitement coming.”
“Yeah, yeah. What are you going to do tonight?”
“Oh, I have some plans.” He winked, then kissed me on the forehead. “I love you.”
“Love you too.”
He let me into the room and handed me the card. “I’ll see you later.”
I must have fallen asleep, because the sound of the door opening startles me. For a second I forget where I am; this isn’t my bedroom. This isn’t my apartment. Then it hits me: this is the hotel. We’re in the tropics. And tomorrow Matt and I will be married.
This all cycles through my mind before I snap back to the matter at hand: Who is this coming uninvited into my room? I freeze atop the hotel comforter.
A dark head appears around the door. It’s Matt, and he’s grinning that up-to-no-good grin of his.
“You’re not supposed to be in here. Dad said.”
“Well, what Daddy doesn’t know can’t hurt him. Can I come in?”
I open my arms wide, my body already waking to the thought of him in this bed with me. He glances over his shoulder (is he really watching out for my father?), and he seems to be talking to someone. I’m beginning to feel silly with my arms held wide. I let them drop to the bed.
What is going on, here?
The door opens wider and I get it: Richard’s with him. They’re probably drunk, the two of them, and came by like boys sneaking around at summer camp. I sit up against the pillows and wait to see what these geniuses are up to.
Richard hands a bouquet to Matt and he flourishes it clumsily at me. He never was one for romance. That was more Richard’s territory. When we’d dated, I mean. Speaking of which…
“What are you doing here, Rich?”
Hurt flashes across his face, and he starts to reply but Matt holds up a quieting hand.
“Honey… this is the last night we’ll be single. Technically, I mean. And I got thinking; maybe it would be good to have one last crazy adventure.”
“You can go to the strip club, if that’s what you’re asking. Get it
out of your system before you’re an old married man.”
The two of them perch on the edge of the bed, and a look passes between them. They look guilty somehow, and I start to wonder if they’ve already done something they shouldn’t.
“No, it’s… not that. It’s…” He’s looking to Richard for support, or back up, and I’m starting to get nervous. There’s a tense beat of silence, then Richard clears his throat.
“We want to have sex with you. Both of us. A, uh… threesome.”
My mind is reeling. I’m looking back and forth between them, waiting for the first smile, the first hint that they’re kidding me. It must be a joke. Must be.
But no one’s laughing. They’re both watching me intently, and they’re both serious.
What.
“What? I… you want to… I mean, how did this even come up?”
“Rich and I were talking, hon, and we got to talking about old times. How we met through him, when you two… well, when you moved and the two of you broke up. Remember? He’d called me and asked me to show you around, to make sure you were okay.”
I remembered. I’d called it off with Rich when I decided the long-distance thing was too much. Matt had been a friend of his, chivalrous enough to show a young lady the town, and the next thing you knew…
“We started dating.”
“Right,” Rich said. “I wanted to make sure you’d be safe, and I knew Matt would watch out for you. I still loved you, Lizzie, and I was worried about you being alone. Truth be told, I still love you now.” His eyes drop to the comforter.
I’m watching Matt, waiting for him to deck Rich, for him to get territorial and claim me for his own. But he’s smiling gently, and I’m starting to get the feeling this is for real. “Rich told me when we were downstairs in the bar. He never got over you. So I offered him one more chance. One last night with you.”
My palms are sweating and suddenly I can’t get comfortable.
“And you? Why would you let him think he could be with me again? Don’t I get a say?”
“Of course! Of course you do. But I got thinking: Remember that night we were talking about the things we’d never tried? Things we were still… curious… about? You said you’d always wanted to try a three-way, and I said—”
“That you always wanted to experiment with a guy.” It hits me like a ton of bricks. They really mean for this to happen. And I could say no, of course, but…
I have always wanted to try a threesome.
And what better night, than the night before I settle down?
I look into Matt’s eyes, watching for any hint of hesitation. “You’re sure?” I ask.
“If you are.”
Rich chews his bottom lip.
“Okay, then,” I say, “Let’s do this.”
The tension in the room breaks instantly, and there’s a flurry of activity. Rich hops up to lock the door; Matt shuts off the movie I fell asleep to. I freeze, heart pounding, waiting for what comes next. None of us have ever done this before. Who starts? What do we do?
Rich takes the lead, sitting down beside me, leaning in close, nibbling my neck. His teeth nip gently at the pulse under my skin. His lips kiss my throat where it joins my shoulder. He knows that spot, because he knows my body.
I look for Matt over Rich’s shoulder. He’s watching, sitting just off to my side, and he nods his permission.
My body starts to respond to Rich’s touch, a tiny fire growing inside me, and when Rich pushes me down to the mattress I don’t even try to resist. He’s on top of me, his weight pinning me down, his lips making their way up and over the sensitive flesh of my throat, climbing higher until his mouth reaches mine. His tongue finds its way inside and suddenly it’s just like old times, when we’d sneak a quick make out session on his sofa before his roommate came back. My hands are in his hair, and I’m arching up into him, the taste of his breath awakening old memories.
I hear rustling beside me and remember my fiance. I open my eyes, sneaking a peek at him while my lips are engaged with Rich’s. He’s close to me now, his face in my hair, then his lips are on me too. His teeth pull at my earlobe, the way he knows I like, and I let my head fall back on the bed. I’m already limp with pleasure, and we’re still fully clothed!
That’s taken care of momentarily, when Rich shifts his weight and someone’s hands fumble with my shirt. I’d dressed up a little for our dinner, a nice blouse and pair of slacks, and the blouse’s buttons are coming open. I keep my eyes closed. I like not knowing who’s baring my skin. The hands reach the last button, pushing my shirt open, and the air in the room feels cool. The light downy hairs below my navel rise with the bumps on my flesh.
The hands go to my slacks next, sliding over the fabric, looking for a way in. These pants zip in the back, so I roll over, my stomach coming to rest on the slick satin bedspread. Gentle hands fold my arms down, and one set pulls my shirt down and off while the other locates the zipper. All four hands work together to tug my pants down, then I’m left in just a bra and lace panties.
I can’t see them behind me, can’t hear them over my own rapid exhalations. Then someone unhooks my bra, while someone else spreads my thighs.
I can’t tell who’s who, whether it’s my fiance or my ex-boyfriend who kisses me between my shoulder blades. I can’t tell whose fingers stroke the dampness of my panties, or which hand moves them aside. Someone’s breath is on my back; someone else is between my legs. And when an unknown tongue dips inside me, I nearly lose my mind.
I’ve had both these men before. Both are incredible lovers. So when two fingers probe my pussy, spreading my lips open, pulling me wide so the tongue can reach deeper, I’m hardly surprised. The feel of it is exquisite, the near-pain of the fingers forcing me open, exposing me. I notice through my pleasure-haze that the lips have stopped kissing my back, have made their way to my ass, then the first mouth pulls away and the second takes over.
My fiance and my ex, taking turns eating my pussy. The thought alone floods my snatch with juice. This is hot. This is over the top. This is finally happening.
The fingers haven’t moved, and that’s when I realize: they’re helping each other back there. One is pinning me open, a butterfly on display, while the other makes love to me with his mouth. They must be so close, close enough that they could turn to each other. Their lips would brush, then tongues tasting of my sex would meet as they kissed for the first time…
I come, my hips trying to move with the waves of heat exploding through my body, hindered by the fingers and tongue still inside me. I moan, deep and long, into the mattress. The fingers are pulling away now, gently allowing my lips to close around the tongue buried deep inside; the tongue responds by circling my swelling slit, drinking my juices.
When my body calms enough, I prop myself up on my elbows and pull the bra from underneath me. I fling it aside, not noticing or caring where it lands, and when I roll over again Rich gasps. I’m naked in front of them, honey still dripping from my sex, but I’m not shy with Rich like I thought I might be. My body is different now: my breasts more full, my curves more pronounced; but I feel like a confident woman, not the unsure college girl I used to be. I want him to take it in, to admire who I’ve become in the years since we last fucked. I want him to admire me, and he does.
He falls to the bed between my legs and laps at my pussy, his tongue moving languidly over my throbbing flesh. It’s sensual, being eaten by another man while my fiance watches, and where I thought I’d feel awkward it feels right. I want Matt to see what he’s claiming for his own. I want him to see what it looks like when we make love, to imagine that Rich’s head between my legs is his. To see the pleasure on my face as that warm wet tongue traces my secret skin.
He doesn’t try to make me come; instead it’s like he’s kissing me better after the orgasm that rocked me. It’s sweet, in its way.
Over his shoulder I see Matt pull off his shirt. My heartbeat quickens. It’s about to get interesting.
Rich stands, unbuckling his belt.
Matt gently moves his hands away.
Then, to my surprise, my fiance is reaching inside the other man’s pants, and he pulls Rich’s dick up and over his waistband. Rich’s pants fall to the floor, and so does Matt. He drops to his knees and takes Rich in his mouth.
My vulva flutters. Matt seems to know what he’s doing, his lips lightly closed around Rich’s cock, his throat working to take him all in. Rich moans softly. I start to touch myself; watching my fiance with a mouth full of cock is much sexier than I’d imagined. Rich holds his head, forcing him down, making him take it all. Matt’s eyes are watering, but he welcomes Rich deep into his mouth. He drops his own pants and takes his prick into his hand, sliding his fist over himself in time with Rich’s thrusts.
My fingers sneak past my lips and up inside, brushing against my own wet walls.
Matt stands, after a time, and makes his way to the bed beside me. He climbs up, turning away from Rich, presenting himself on all fours. We lock eyes, and this time I’m the one to nod my assent.
Rich moves into place behind Matt, his own cock in his hand.
He’s nearly at Matt’s opening when Matt stops him.
That’s when my fiance asks me to put the other man’s cock inside him.
And I take Rich’s cock, and I guide it to Matt’s hole, and I push it inside.
Matt’s never been fucked before, and it’s a tight fit, but I guide Rich inside, an inch at a time. Matt lets loose a shuddering sigh. “Relax, hon. Just relax,” I tell him.
He pushes against my hand, backing up, taking the cock. I’m face to face with Rich, and as the last inch of him slides into my fiance, we kiss. I let my hand linger, one finger and thumb still circling his meat, feeling it slide through and back as he begins to pump Matt’s ass. I’d missed the taste of his breath, the way he likes to catch my lip between his teeth. I can feel Rich’s balls slapping Matt’s ass as he picks up speed. Our mouths are entangled. Matt moans and begins to fuck back, moving his ass back against my hand until there’s no room for me and he’s taking it all.
