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Something borrowed

A few friends of ours were recently hitched. They had been together for years and we four were all close friends. The wedding was small and we all worked too much and made too little for anyone to have a destination wedding or even a nice honeymoon. The wedded couple had the venue at a nice hotel and most of the friends and family decided to just drive in and back home, considering proximity. But my wife and I had been getting more innovative in our sex life. She’s got straps and my ass is welcoming to a nice soft silicon. She prefers a little less control when she’s in the role of bottom. I’ve got silken rope and soft pleather cuffs. We’ve done public play and fuck around on phone calls, usually for work. But a hotel has a bit of distance to it as far as the fun goes.

The newly weds had planned on a day at the hotel, so they could relax and have a little fun and not worry about travel after all the wedding shots. It rolled around to two am and I was coming down from the level of blitzed that makes me dance in public. My wife doesn’t drink but she loves a show. The other couple was the only others left at the bar finishing their drinks as the hotel staff already completed closeout and cleanup. It sounded like an argument at first which felt cold and sobering to me. But my wife was sitting at the table still grinning. I plopped down next to her, the couple two tables over. My sweat dropped off my forehead onto the cheap tablecloth. She swirled her drink and gestured to them. I tried to follow her eyeline when I noticed what had her grinning. The little wife with her jet black hair bouncing around as she teased at her new husband had her hand directing his up her skirt. I also noticed his bulge which was impressive in the smooth black dress pants. He was a bit taller than me so the proportion made sense in my head. The overhead lights went off with a mechanical thump and both wives squeeked in suprise. It was cute and we all laughed together. The egress lights directed us down the hall and to the elevators. The 9th floor felt like the 90th as we all stood in the chrome covered cell awkwardly avoiding eye contact at our situation. Wet lips and hard dicks didn’t lie. I didn’t mean to wandered but I caught a closer look at the throbbing in my buddy’s pants. I pursed my lips a little thinking about whether he was cut or uncut, like me. My face turned beat red when I felt his gaze at me. I quickly made eye contact, he looked arrogant, and I looked to his wife. She smiled very invitingly.
“You guys in room 906,” he boomed breaking the sound of my own heart pounding in my ears.
“Oh, yeah.” I stuttered out.
His wife murmured out a cute little, “hiya neighbors.”
My wife giggled. The girls stepped off the elevator car first and we followed. They closed in and the new wife grasped mines arm to steady herself. And they began whispering. We got to our room, 906 and my wife scanned in and her friend followed her in.
“What’s up?” I asked nervously.
“Oh, she just needs a little help getting out of the reception dress, it’s a little tricky and very expensive so big dumb man hands won’t do the trick.” She looked her friend’s husband head to toe while stating, “It’ll only be a minute.”
We all stepped in and I grabbed a complimentary bottle of water and chugged it. I stepped into the bathroom and took a quick leak. I wasn’t sober enough to remember to close the door and the hotel mirrors placed conveniently to frame me. My buddy peaked my dick in my hands and I noticed him peaking. After a few shakes I stepped out. He looked down at me and offered a fist bump, “not bad pal” under his breath.
“Thanks, you too.” I was nervous for some reason and I didn’t mean to say that. It was like when the server at a restaurant drops your meal and says enjoy and you respond ‘you too.’

The dress was a few cinches loose and enough hooks to be safely removed. But she was still stumblingly drunk with her hands and a nice tanned tit popped right out. My wife went to cover it swiftly but just ended with her hand on the little soft ball. Which I knew she liked and I was okay with this.

Now I popped a bit of a semi and I had been edging and saving for this hotel night all week. This business was unexpected but not entirely unwelcomed. Both ladies smiled and we stood at the edge of the room slackjawed. The new wife flashed her hand up to a little blue and white necklace and toyed coyly.
“We have something new and blue,” she looked at my wife and then at me, a devilish smile across her tight lips, ” how about something borrowed?”

Chapter 2

My dick pressed hard against my slacks. I went to the reception commando to tease my wife. But now all that separates my dick from a room of hot and thirsty people is a small zipper on the dress pants. I unconsciously rubbed my dick to try to hide it’s protrusion. There was a moist spot on the pants from the pre-cum. My wife released the dress containing her friend. She spooked a little as the tits were flung entirely free. My wife dug her nails into the meaty rack and scratched a little painfully and playfully. She laid the newly wed onto the king size bed and stripped off the skirt revealing a black lace thong with pearls riding up her ass. My hard-on was drooling. Her husband gestured at my dick and then to his wife.
“Go get her.” He murmured as I noticed my wife on her knees sliding a tongue into the wet and plump pussy.
My mind was racing and so was my heart. I looked to my cock and then to my buddy’s, he was only partially hard but significantly hung.
I stepped up and slowly unzipped, my cock beat hot against the cool air of the dark hotel room.
I grabbed the drooling head of my wife and let her sniff my dick. She licked her lips as I pulled her away from the moistened cake. I shoved my dick in my wife’s mouth for lubrication and then popped it out and right into that fat pussy. My head spun dizzied and sobered from the pleasure. It felt like my cock was getting gripped by wet pillows as I buried it to the hilt in her. It felt so different from my wife’s pussy. Looser and smooth as it gaped a bit the hungry lips slid down my shaft again and again.

I heard my little sub wife crawl away. I know she was feeling confident but she loved to play up her coy and cautious attitude. I thrusted again and the rhythm we matched at was great. I wrapped her thick thighs around my waist. Her hair was a mess and her sweet and soft tits bounced around on the soft hotel bed. I heard a moan in the corner but couldn’t turn to see what pleasure my wife was getting. And then it was followed but my buddy spitting, from his mouth. It sounded filthy. For him to go from warm up to rough play so fast I knew she was gonna love it. I imagined for a moment his dick sliding into her petite mouth and stretching her cute little lips. But I realized shortly the spitting was for me.

A warm and wet poke at my backside. He was lubing his dick with his spit. His hairy arm wrapped under my belly and I felt his beard on my neck. My wife has spent enough time pegging my ass that I wasn’t unfamiliar or afraid of the sensation. But a big raw dick like that.
“Now be a good boy and bend over.” My wife called to me over from the big comfy chair in the corner. I glanced back at her and her eyes were so hungry for this. I slid my feet away from each other and looked to her as if to say you’re welcome. She already was undressed and had three fingers dancing across her pussy lips dripping sweet nectar.

I posed with my dick solid and pulsing while his wife grinded against my hips. She pressed me back into him and I felt the pressure around my ass from his cut and trimmed mushroom. Then it popped in and I moaned. A long lung-emptying groan with a wince of pain and buckets of pleasure in my tone.
“Oh fuck yeah.” I mumbled as I entered her and he entered me.
“God,” my wife gasped, “fuck.” She exhaled with joy as I was something borrowed.

NSFW: yes

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