After the wedding breakfast the next day, the bride and groom invited a small group of us to their suite to say goodbye before their honeymoon and our return to homes far away. My husband and me, the best man and his wife and the bride's single brother joined them. We had cured our hangovers by popping Advils and drinking mimosas at breakfast. A couple bottles of bubbly had made it back to the suite.
Ben, my husband of two years, left to start packing our luggage. "You stay honey, you need to talk to your friends." It's true they were more my friends than his. "We have time before we catch the shuttle."
Carla, the best man's wife, wasn't really over her hangover and went back to their room a bit later.
Anyway, we were having a wonderful time telling stories about each other, tiptoeing around subjects that were best only alluded to, and of course finishing off the bottles. Jose, the best man, started clinking a glass, demanding Ralph kiss his bride Sheila yet again.
But Ralph had other ideas and, along with his kiss, a hand came to rest on Sheila's ample breast. Of course, the clinking quickly got louder, and we all were banging on our glasses. Sheila's mouth was covered but her eyes told the story of her momentary embarrassment as she looked sideways at us and then back to Ralph.
Ralph's hand wandered down to her knee and pushed up under her skirt as the other hand gingerly unbuttoned her lacy blouse.
Sheila looked over at us with her eyes wide and mouth agape. Then there was a sharp gasp, and she turned to grab Ralph's head and resume kissing him. Clink, clink, clink became "Go, go, go."
As she started to writhe with pleasure, Ralph managed to unclip her bra at the front and we all got a look at her chest. I guess that was all the other two men could take, because I felt a hand on my right breast -- Jose's hand to be exact. I looked over at him and reached up to pull his hand away, but then didn't. That was all Mark, the brides brother, needed to see, and then there were two hands on my breasts.
As Ralph started to unzip Sheila's skirt, Jose's hand found its way to my panties - already soaked - and pushed them aside. I didn't resist his expert fingers as Mark removed my top and started sucking on my nipples.
After hearing her moan, I looked over at Sheila. Her top and bra were still on but open wide. Her skirt and panties were on the floor. Ralph had two fingers in her shaved pussy and was licking away at her clit. I started to moan, too, when Jose's fingers pushed up inside me.
Jose pulled my panties off and somehow got my skirt off and was licking me and pushing his tongue up up inside me. I let out a long moan and started groping for Mark's cock. Ralph's pants were off now and I watched him push his cock up into his bride.
As my orgasm started, I heard Jose unzipping his pants. A little voice inside me said stop stop. But a bigger voice was saying fuck me fuck me. "Oh Jose, fuck me before i change my mind." And in the next moment I was unfaithful for the first time. Jose's cock felt good inside me. Jose told me a few weeks later that it was the first time for him too.
As Jose was pumping away, I managed to open Mark's fly and take out his cock. I was sucking away on him and writhing with my second orgasm when I felt wave after wave of Jose's hot semen jet forth inside me.
Then Jose was finished. I don't know how Mark had hung on so long in my mouth, but he only took a second to come round between my legs and I guided his cock into my vagina. I wanted more and he was giving it to me, hard and fast. My legs were wrapped around him holding him inside me. Jose was sucking on my tit as another wave of orgasm swept over me.
I looked over and Ralph and Sheila were standing there naked, watching me, amused. She was holding his glistening cock, which was coming back to life and there were a few telltale white droplets on her pussy. I smiled at them between spasms, and then Mark started moaning. I felt the throbs of his ejaculations in my own burning pussy.
I have to say, Mark is one of those men who can keep going for a long time after his juices are spent and I was loving it. But eventually he was done and popped out of me.
Shiela turned to Ralph, held his cock against her belly and pulled his head to her mouth with her other hand. After a brief kiss, I heard her say in a low voice, "I suppose you should fuck her too." I couldn't believe it!
Ralph apparently had no problem with this idea and soon he was leaning over me, kissing me, sucking on my nipples and using his fingers to bring me back to a "welcoming" condition. I'm sure i was already a mess down there but it didn't bother him. Two fingers inside me and a thumb working on my clit were enough to start my orgasm anew. I turned over and got on my knees. He pushed himself into me and bent over to play with my tits. "So good. So good," I moaned as he was deep deep inside me.
He was lasting forever because it was round 2 for him, and I needed to change position. As I pushed him onto his back, I looked over at Sheila. She was laying on her back with her knees up to her chin and Jose was fucking her! Ralph didn't seem to mind as I lowered myself onto him facing Sheila and Jose. As I rocked up and down on his cock, I played with his balls and then my clit. Then I did something I'd only done for my husband. Using the wetness on my finger, I lubricated his butt hole and pushed a finger inside to play with his prostate. When I felt him start to cum, I sat down all the way with his cock pressing on my cervix. My body shook, as it always does when I do that, and his ejaculations came one after the other 'til he was finished.
I needed to get back to my husband and our room. But I was a mess. I went into Sheila's bathroom with my clothes and tried to wash off. I managed to clean up my legs and the outer parts of my pussy, but I was leaking at this point. A washcloth had some effect but my panties were still saturated with male and female juices when I got back to the room. Suddenly I was overcome with guilt at what I had done and fear that I would be found out.
But it was almost time for the shuttle. When Ben wasn't looking, I pulled a new pair of panties out of my suitcase and hid the first pair in my laundry bag. Thankfully, he didn't initiate sex.
I was wracked with guilt for weeks, but I never told Ben. Nobody else did either, or so I think. A couple months later, I learned through the grapevine that Ben had shagged Carla in an empty conference room that morning, but I've never mentioned that either.
That was three years ago. Lately, I can't get it out of my mind. Replaying that morning is my favorite fantasy. I still can say I only cheated that one time.
But there's this man I met online. We've been in chat rooms... and talked on the phone ... more than talked ... and figured out how to Skype in secret ... and ... What am i DOING??!!
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