The Red Dress

Inspired by a real wedding, a real waitress, and a very cute red dress.  The rest, tragically, is fiction.  It was written over several days and inspired multiple play sessions, and a large portion was dictated by voice and then edited.  Please forgive misspelling and/or typos.  

Enjoy

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Is it too much of a cliché that this all happened at a wedding? My daughter's best friend finally married her longtime boyfriend and we met at a mountain resort overlooking a beautiful green valley below while we enjoyed snow-capped peaks above.

This story does not involve drunk bridesmaids or randy groomsmen or even a quickie with my wife in the handicapped bathroom, but a short red dress, a tall slender waitress, and a dare that got out of hand. This story also involves one of my favorite kinks which is extreme consent.

In a day when almost everybody documents their lives on a cell phone, I stood out of the crowd because I brought my new Nikon, a Christmas gift to myself. I felt like I had stepped back into the late seventies with a camera around my neck, one portrait and one zoom lens, and a camera bag that sat beneath my chair at my assigned table.

The ceremony was beautiful and while the bride and groom took pictures and wandered off with their entourage, the rest of us mingled on the chalet deck, drank premium wines and hot chocolate (for the drivers and kids), and made small talk with guests from both sides of the wedding aisle.

Stan was a software engineer. He recently left Apple and was working at a crypto-based startup. His wife joined us at the railing and introduced herself as Candice. Stan wrapped his arms around her and gave her a kiss but I heard him whisper that she needed to stop drinking for a bit, at least until dinner was served and she had something in her stomach. She giggled and turned to me and put her hand on my arm and said that Stan worried too much about her.

I reminded them that alcohol hits harder at altitude and they both nodded their heads, giggled, and kissed again, right in front of me. I will admit that I didn't mind watching them. He was attractive, she was cute, and her short red dress rode up a little bit when she stood on her tippy toes to kiss her much taller husband.

The three of us continued to chat about Stan's changing work environment and Candice asked if she could look through my zoom lens at the valley below. I told her to be careful because it was a recent acquisition and I stepped close to her to put the strap around her neck. She cradled the camera gently in her hands and I stood behind her and guided her hands to hold the camera without dropping it. Stan was checking his phone and at least pretended not to notice how close I was standing behind his wife.

I asked her what she was looking for as she looked down the barrel of my long lens and she said that she loved birds and bears and butterflies, and she giggled at her own alliteration. She pressed back against me and lifted the camera to look at the snow-covered peaks so I pressed back I felt the curve of her hips against mine.

I asked her if she saw anything worth looking at and she turned around, handed me my camera, looked directly in my eyes, and said, “Yes, I see something I like very much.”

Stan must have overheard the comment because he perked up and put his phone away and apologized for his wife’s flirtatious behavior. I told him not to worry because weddings and free champagne get the best of all of us. He asked me what I was drinking and offered to get me something from the bar and I tried to defer but he insisted so I asked for a dark chocolate cocoa with caramel sauce and whipped cream on top. He was curious as to why I was not drinking, and I said that unlike most of the guests I would be driving down the curvy mountain road after the ceremony and festivities and I could not afford to make any mistakes.

He agreed and left me in Candice alone while he went to the bar for champagne and hot chocolate. Candice looked at me and smiled in a way that meant more than it should have.

She was shorter than me so as I looked down, the soft folds of her dress revealed a touch of cleavage and a red satin bra underneath. I complimented her and told her that she looked lovely. She adjusted the fabric to hide her cleavage but whispered that it was a matching set.

“Excuse me?” I asked, not getting the reference.

“My panties are red too.” She said and giggled at the same time.

I was starting to get confused and aroused and felt a sense of danger building.

She was obviously a little tipsy which made me hesitant to trust her judgment and mine. I looked up and scanned the crowd for my wife. She was deeply engrossed in a conversation with the bride's wife, a longtime friend since our girls had met in third grade during a summer swim program. I knew that they could talk for hours but the bride's mom could have been pulled away at any minute allowing my wife to start looking for me. I did not want to cause a scene for any of us, so I took a step back and asked Candice what she did for a living.

She replied that she was a stay-at-home mom but that she was developing a craft and candle business. She told me that it wasn't as cliche as it sounded, and she pulled out her phone to show me some pictures of her work. She was quite a talented artist. Her macrame and yarn work were impressive, and she had designed a line of cute greeting cards with craft-based puns that made us groan and giggle in equal measure. And she was flipping through her gallery of crafts, a picture of her appeared in a macrame bikini.

It was beautiful against her pale skin. Dark blue and red thread wove together in a mesh that covered her curves but was wide enough to expose one of her nipples. Instead of being embarrassed, she paused on the picture without looking up at me and then swiped to the next one. The next photograph showed her facing outward toward the beach, the bikini top was dangling from her hand and the knitted bottom was barely more than a thong. Without looking up at me she let me look at the picture and then slowly zoomed in with two fingers.

“Do you like what you see? Do you like my pictures?”

At that moment Stan came back with two flutes of champagne and he was accompanied by the waitress who was watching over our table holding a large cup of hot chocolate. I said the hot chocolate was for me and she placed it in my hands, and I felt her soft skin against mine. She smiled at me and was gracious and appropriate as a waitress at a large wedding should be. However, feeling emboldened by the flirtatious nature of my interaction with Candice I held on to her hands for a fractional second longer than was needed and I looked into her eyes, and I said “Thank you, you are a wonderful waitress. I enjoy having you as my server.”

She had pale skin and dark red lips and short black hair trimmed in a shaggy cut that was more fashionable than a bowl cut but not severe enough to be punk. She was almost as tall as me and stood in flats at 5 ft 9.  Her slim figure was hidden by black jeans and a black dress shirt but when she smiled her white teeth showed through red lips and my mind started to wonder. She looked back at me and let me hold on to her hands and she said that she enjoyed being of service to me. She didn't say that she enjoyed being a waitress or that she enjoyed her job, she said that she ‘enjoyed being of service to me’ and that made me think even more.

Stan and Candice sipped at their champagne and watched me as I flirted with my waitress. Her nametag said that her name was Mary and as she walked away they gave a low wolf whistle and made fun of me for blushing.

“Nothing's going to happen,” I said, “I'm twice her age and she's surrounded by horny old men at every wedding. I'm sure she has forgotten about me already.”

From next to the fireplace on the upper deck I saw my wife hug and give a kiss on the cheek to the bride's mom. She turned outward and began scanning the crowd, so I stood facing her and waited to make eye contact. She smiled and waved and pantomimed that she had to step outside and make a phone call. I laughed at the thought because she would actually be stepping inside since we were already outside and for some reason that felt silly to me. I know what the phone call was going to be about. We were taking care of some things for her sister’s upcoming knee surgery and I knew she needed to coordinate care for my nieces and nephews. I waved to her and smiled then texted her to take as long as she needed.

When I turned back around Stan was gone and Candice was looking out over the valley again, I stood next to her enjoying the flirtatious closeness of a stranger. The thoughts of Candice in her macrame bikini we're not easy to forget and I complimented her on her handy work.

“Which picture did you like best?” she asked.

I responded that I really liked the beaded potholder that hung from her kitchen cabinet, “It looks very sturdy.”

She laughed and hip checked me and said that I was being silly.

“Which one did you like?” She asked again, this time in a whisper.

I told her that I like the one where she was looking out at the ocean.

“The one where I'm topless? She asked.

“Yes, but that's not what I noticed.”

She cleared her throat and appeared to be preparing herself to make an important announcement, she shifted her forearm slightly on the railing until it touched mine and we looked out over the valley. The sun was starting to set, and the warm tones of the golden hour gave the valley deep shadows and golden highlights in equal measure.

“I want you to touch me.” She said, “Stan's okay with it.”

“I'm sorry, what?” I was confused and nervous and hard as a rock. My heart started to pound in my chest as I realized she might be serious.

“I want you to touch me”, she said again.

In a shaky voice I asked her if she was drunk.

“No,” she said, “I haven't had a drink in over an hour except for a sip of my champagne and I put it away because I didn't want you to think this was because I was intoxicated.”

“Then what is it all about?”

“I want you to touch me.”

“If this is going to happen, I have to be sure.” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, “I have to be sure that everything's okay. Bring Stan back over here.”

She looked up and I realized that Stan was staring at us from the bar. He had set down Candice's drink and held only his flute of champagne. Mary stood next to him, not staring, but idly watching out over her assigned guests.

“Tell Stan to come over here and to bring Mary.” Said, gaining confidence, “I want a witness.”

“What do you mean?” Candice asked.

“Let's just say, I want to make sure everyone knows what's going on and what's about to happen.”

Candice looked up and made eye contact with her husband and waved him over and then pointed at Mary and indicated that she should come with him.

While they approached us, I walked a few more feet to the end of the deck, slightly hidden from the majority of the wedding party but definitely not private.

Mary asked if she could get me anything, is there anything at all that I need?

We looked at each other and smiled and I said “Yes, I need your ears and your witness.”

She smiled as if I'm just another drunk guest making a weird request but then she realizes that I'm stone cold sober and remembers that I've only been drinking hot chocolate and water.

“How can I help?” she asks.

I introduced her to Stan and Candice and I told her that Candice had made an interesting request and I needed everyone's consent as to what was about to happen.

Mary played along and addressed Candice, “What is your request?”

Candice is both embarrassed and aroused as I have taken control of the situation and am putting her on the spot in front of a 22-year-old beauty.

“I don't know if I can say it now.” Candice looks down at the floor and then up at her husband and then back at me.

“I want you to say what you want Candice,” I say, “I'm not saying no, I just want to hear you say it. And I want others to know what you said.”

“I want you to touch me.” Candice whispers

“Does your husband want that?” Mary asks, catching on and getting into the spirit of why I have brought her into this little circle.

Stan looks at her and says “Yes.”

“Yes what?” Mary asks.

Stan gets quiet then whispers, “I want him to touch her.”

“Where?” I asked, quietly jumping back in to give Mary a break.

“Right here. Right now.”

Mary moved closer to me, standing at my side.

“That's not what he meant.” Mary says as she steps closer, tightening our circle, “Answer his question.”

“I want him to reach up under my dress and touch me,” she says, her voice quiet, quick, nervous. “I want him to feel how wet my panties are, and I want him to pull them to the side and make me come.”

“Is this what you want Stan?” I ask, not letting Mary have all the fun.

“Yes.” Stan replies.

“Do you want to watch Stan?” I asked him as I inched closer to his wife and pressed my hips against her.  She feels my erection through my dress pants and gasps a little.

She says “Yes, he wants to watch.”

“That's not what I asked, and I didn't ask you.” My tone is a little harsher than it needed to be, but I wanted to make a point. “Stan, do you want me to put my hand up under your wife's dress and pull her panties to the side and fuck her?”

While he contemplated his answer, I put my hand on Candice's waist and began to bunch up the material of her dress in my fist, exposing more and more of the soft curves of her buttocks.

“Yes.” Stan finally responded.

“Yes what?” Mary interjected. “Don't waste our time being vague.”

“Yes,” Stan said, “I want to watch you make my wife come.”

“Mary,” I asked, “can you find a private place for us?”

“Follow me.” She said with a smile.

Before we started to walk, I slipped one finger under the soft silk material of Candice's underwear. She felt my knuckle stroke gently up and down and she shivered.

“Do you want to take off your panties, Candice?”

“No,” she replied softly, “I would like to leave them on. I want you to pull them aside. I like that feeling.”

“Thank you for sharing that,” I said, “as you wish.”  I hooked the material in my hand and lifted gently, forcing the wet material deep between the cleft of her ass, then slipped my hand out.

“Mary, we are ready to go.”

“Give me a 30-second head start. She smiled at me and turned and started walking toward one of the small buildings on the edge of the plaza.

“Stan, Candice, are you willing to proceed?”

“Yes.” They both agreed out loud.

“Well, Stan, hold your wife's hand and let's get going.”

They walked ahead of me and I thought it was cute that they were holding hands knowing full well that in a few minutes I would be in complete control of his wife.

It was obvious to me that they had thought about something like this before, they had agreed what would happen. I liked that.

Mary walked past the bar, the overlook, and behind the kitchen to a small building and we followed her. When we arrived, the door was unlocked and she was inside.  It was the bridal preparation room. No longer needed as the bride and her bridesmaids were out on the floor.

Mary closed the door behind us.

“This room gets cleaned during a party so no one will suspect if the door is locked.” Mary said. “We have sodas and champagne in the fridge if anyone gets thirsty.”

I looked at Candie and Stan, and then to Mary, “There will be no more alcohol until we are finished.” I began, “I want everyone awake, alert, and able to give full consent to everything I'm about to do.”

I shifted my attention to the beautiful young woman who had played along, but who may not know what she was getting herself into.

“Mary, my beautiful friend, I give you the option of leaving or staying. Your service has been and is appreciated but you are under no obligation to continue.”

Mary stepped close to me and smiled and said, “I would like to stay. I choose to stay.”

If you stay, I invite you to be a full participant if you wish or you can be an observer, I think that would be amenable to everyone involved.”

“I believe I will join in if you wish.” she said, tilting her head down, but lifting her eyes in perfect feigned subservience.

“May I kiss you, Mary?” I asked.

She stepped closer and whispered Yessss.

She was almost exactly my height and I looked into her eyes and kissed her on the mouth. Her tongue teased her its way past my lips, and I sucked gently, eliciting a small gasping giggle. I broke the kiss and turned to Stan and told him to kiss his wife.

They stood nervously next to each other until he leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead, the nose, and then their lips met.

I slipped my arm around Mary's waist and held her close to me as we watched this attractive married couple kiss more and more passionately.

“Do you like watching this, Mary?” I asked.

“Very much,” she replied, “I can feel myself getting aroused.”

“What do you mean by that?” I asked, teasingly.

“I can feel my pussy getting wet.” She said and stared at Candice intently, ensuring that the couple heard her.

“Mary, can I touch your ass?” I asked.

“Oh yes, please do.”

She smiled at me, kissed me deeply, and took my wrist and guided my hand lower. I felt the tight soft young curves of her ass under the black jeans that she wore as part of her waitress uniform.

“Candice,” I asked between kisses, “do you want your husband to remove your dress? Do you want us to see you in just your bra and panties?”

“Yes,” she said breathlessly between kisses.

“Yes, what?” I asked.”

“I want my husband to take off my dress.”

Mary and I broke our embrace and turned and looked at Stan as he stared down lovingly at his beautiful wife. He turned her around so she faced Mary and I and he began to tenderly unfasten the button at her neckline. He slowly lowered the zipper.

“Candice, are you ready to show yourself to us?”

“Yes, I want you to see me.”

“Do you want Mary to help?”

“No,” Candice replied, “it is my husband's job to give me to you.”

Stan smiled deeply at his wife. It turned me on that this had been discussed, agreed upon, and prepared for long before we met. I wondered if they had done this before. Was this their first time or their 50th? They were in love and confident with each other and that made me happy.

My hand continued to caress and explore Mary's bottom and she leaned into me and asked for permission to take off her pants.

“That would be lovely,” I said. “Would you like some help?”

“Yes,” Mary said, “I would like Candice to undo my jeans.”

“Candice, are you willing to help Mary with her pants?”

She didn't answer right away. I realized that she was in a deeply personal space. Stan slowly unzipped her dress, he kissed the back of her neck, the curve of her shoulders, her shoulder blades, and down the center of her spine.  His hands were like butterflies across her skin and a gift to her from husband to wife.  He kneeled on the floor behind her as her soft silky dress came off and fell to the floor. Stan gently stroked her skin with his fingertips up and down her thighs, across her lower back, wrapping around his hands to her stomach and then gently up to her breasts kind of resting them through the red silky fabric. He stood behind her now and wrapped his arms around her. It was protective and sweet and at the same time proud of the beauty that his wife displayed.

She opened her eyes and looked at Mary first and then at me and then she nudged her husband's arm away so that she was on full display. Her breasts were full and symmetrical, the faint outline of her nipple could be seen through the silk, her stomach wasn't perfectly flat, but athletically trim and as my eyes move to down her body it was clear that she was well groomed, not completely shaved, but she had prepared herself for this occasion by shaving, waxing, and keeping herself trim.

“Mary,” I asked, “what do you think?”

Mary could not form words at first and I pulled her to my side to break her gaze.

“She's beautiful.” She said as in prayer, “amazing.”

“Stan, what do you think about your wife?” I asked quietly, trying not to break the mood.

Stan stuttered a little bit and cleared his throat, trying to think of what to say but his words came out with confidence.

“She is the most beautiful creature I have ever met. She thrills me at home and in bed and at the park and at parties, she makes me smile at church, when she comes home from work, when she volunteers for the PTA, and when she is dirty and dusty from head to toe after a long hike. She pleases me in every way.”

“Are you willing to share her with us?”

“She gives of herself freely, and I support her.”

“Is this your first time with others?”

“No,” Stan said, looking down at her, “we have some dear friends that we share experiences with.”

“Candice,” I addressed her directly as she stood almost naked in the center of the room, “Are you a willing participant in sharing what's about to happen?”

Candice smiled and stepped forward and kneeled in front of Mary and unbuckled her belt, popped open the snap, and then unzipped her pants. The two women looked at each other as Candice slowly pulled her jeans down off her hips and planted a gentle kiss on the black Lacey fabric as Mary's panties.

“I fully participate, voluntarily and with great enthusiasm and everything we are about to do.”

She helped Mary step out of her simple black tennis shoes and then pulled her jeans down over her slim thighs. Her panties came down with her jeans, bright pink cotton caught up in the folds and rolls of her discarded pants.

Candice looked up at her, “Mary, will you spread your legs for me?”

Mary looked down and stroked Candice's hair with her hands.

“Willingly.” she replied as her feet slid apart, her body opened, fragrance filled the room.

Mary's head rolled back as Candice began to kiss her inner thigh. I stood behind Mary to support her to allow her way to fall into my arms as she spread her legs further and accepted Candice's exploring tongue.

“Stan,” I looked at him, “how did we get so lucky?”

He smiled back at me and said that he did not know.

“Stan,” Mary whispered, “will you take off your pants?”

He nodded and said Yes out loud and unbuckled his expensive belt and his custom cut tuxedo pants and slipped them off. His hard cock it was obvious behind the expensive silk boxers.

“What do you think Mary” I asked.

Candice buried her head deep between Mary's thighs and feasted on her juices. I held Mary around her waist, so she did not collapse when her legs gave out underneath her. I felt her body quiver and shake as Candice pressed her tongue deeper and deeper inside.  I wrapped my arms around Mary and pressed my hands lower and wider, helping Mary spread, open, and accept Candice’s full attention. Mary held tightly to my left wrist while her right-hand caressed Candice’s hair and pulled her in tighter.

“Oh yes.” she replied, and she leaned back against me as her first orgasm rolled over her.

Stan watched, entranced, and got on the floor behind his beautiful wife, stroking her skin, staying connected, without distracting from the moment she was sharing with Mary.

“Are you ready, Stan?” I asked.

He nodded enthusiastically and he slipped out of his boxer shorts and took off his fancy shoes, kneeling naked behind his hungry wife.

Stan looked up at me and said, “Isn't she beautiful?”

Mary gasped, “Yes, she's amazing.”

My hands moved upwards and cupped and caressed Mary's breasts as she rode out the final waves of her orgasm.  Candice continued to kiss and caress Mary with her lips and tongue, but sensed it was time to back off.

“You are amazing.” She said, looking up at Mary, “I could do that all night long.”

“Do what?” I asked, and we all laughed.

Candice was gasping for breath and looked up at me, “You're kidding right?”

“We want to hear you say it.” I replied pinching hard on Mary's left nipple and eliciting a gasp from my sweet young friend.

Candice kissed Mary on the thighs and looked up at her again, “Mary, you taste delicious and I could eat your pussy all night long.”

“Is that what you wanted to hear?” Candice said with a little giggle.

Mary answered first, “That is exactly what I needed to hear.

Mary slipped out of my embrace and joined Candice on the floor.  They kissed passionately and Mary licked and tasted herself on Mary’s face.  I got down on one knee and slipped one finger between Mary’s legs and stroked her tender skin, swollen and wet, and tender.

Stan’s cock was twitching, and I watched it bounce up and down to the beat of his heart.  I motioned for him to wait, and I moved over to Candice.  I stroked her back, her ass, the curve of her thighs and then pulled her panties to the side, exposing her to the room. 

“Beautiful.” I whispered and slipped a finger under the silk and between her lips, floating on the outside, teasing without penetrating.

Candice held on to Mary and whimpered.  Mary looked at Stan’s cock and embraced Candice.

“I think your husband wants to fuck you.” She giggled and pulled Candice up for another kiss.

“Are you ready for his cock?” Mary asked.

Candice looked over her shoulder and made eye contact with her husband, “Yes, I want Stan to fuck me while you two watch.”

Stan's hips thrust forward and the tip of his cock made contact with her skin.

“Stan,” Mary said with deep longing, “Can we watch you fuck your wife?”

“Yes,” her replied and he put his hands on her hips. “I want you to watch me fuck my wife until she comes, I want you to watch my cock slide in and out of her pussy, I want her to come while she sucks your cock.”

I smiled at Mary, then at Stan, and then stroked Candice’s hair, getting her attention, and guiding her to make eye contact with me.

“Candice,” I asked, “do you want to suck my cock?” She started nodding her head up and down.

“Do you want my cock in your mouth while your husband fucks you?”

Her voice was low at first, but then firmer as she caught her breath and confidence, “Yes, yes yes, yes,” her voice sped up, “I want to suck your cock while my husband fucks me.”

Mary looked at me and giggled, the constant questions and affirmations were a new thing to her. In her world it was three beers and a drunken walk to the nearest apartment then slam bam thank you man regret me in the morning kind of sex.

I wanted to introduce her to a new way, where everybody knew exactly what was going to happen and agreed to it in advance so that no one could complain or back out later. They could always say no of course, Mary was free to leave at any time, but as I watched her fingers slip between her own pussy lips, I knew that she was never going to leave.

I asked Mary to get us some water to drink since all of us needed a break.  Stan was not in favor of the idea of delaying the inevitable penetration of his wife.

Mary smiled at me, knowing that I was teasing the group with a delay. She looked at me before she walked across the room and asked, “May I take off my blouse?”

“Of course you can,” I said, “thank you for asking.”

“That's all part of the game,” she said, standing up, “isn't it? Asking and getting permission, giving permission and instructions.”

I reached out with my right hand and cupped her face gently and pulled her in for a kiss.

“It's all part of the game,” I said, and our tongues met and danced together.

She walked across the room and slowly unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall to the floor next to the sink, leaving her naked for all of us to see. She pulled four tall glasses off the shelf then bent over in such a way that allowed us all to admire her tight young bottom as she reached into the refrigerator.

I looked over at Candice who was still on her hands and knees, in the classic head down ass up position, waiting patiently or her husband. She looked up at me and smiled and called me a bastard.

“Well,” I said with a laugh, “you looked thirsty.”

“How can my mouth be so wet and still so thirsty?” she asked?

Getting into the spirit of the moment, she looked over her shoulder and smiled at her patiently waiting husband and said, “Tease me.”

Stan grabbed the hard shaft of his cock and started stroking his wife's bare bottom up and down, deeper, and deeper into the crevasse as we heard the tinkling of ice in the tall glasses.

Mary brought a glass over for Candice first. Kneeling by her shoulder, Mary put a finger under Candice's chin and brought her up for a drink and guided a straw into her mouth, allowing her to stay down on all fours. Candice eagerly sucked on the straw and drank the cold water. Mary’s hands drifted under Candice and found her engorged nipples through the silk and played with them.  Candie choked a bit on her water a bit drained the glass in one breath.

Gasping from her long drink, Candice’s chest heaved and brushed against the oak floor of the bridal prep room.  Mary’s fingertips continued to play with Candice’s nipples through the material, each passing moment made the easier to find, to feel.

“Do you like Mary’s touch?” I asked, “it’s wonderful to watch.”

Candice nodded her head up and down even as she tried to inch backward, closer to her husband’s cock, silently begging for more contact.

“What do you want, Candice?” Mary asked, still kneeling next to her new friend.

“Let him fuck me!” She moaned her request, “please, let my husband fuck me.”

Stan kneeled up tall and grabbed his wife by the hips and pressed his hard cock deep between her cheeks, not penetrating, but sticking straight up and down, as he began to rub the length of his shaft against her. 

“Do it!” Candice begged. “Please.”  The last word came out as a whimper.

Stan looked at Mary, then me, as if asking for permission.

“Say it out loud.” Mary said, smiling, “you know the rules.”

“Candice, dear,” Stan said, teasing his wife with questions, “can Mary remove your bra?”

“YES!” Candice moaned.

With a flick of the clasp, Candice’s bra was released and with a little help from Mary, was tossed to the side of the room.  Her breasts hung down, fully exposed, engorged with need. 

“Candice, dear,” Stan started.

“What? What Stan? For fuck’s sake, what?” Candice was almost in tears.

“Do you want Mary to play with your nipples?”

“Yessssss.” With the answer hissing from her lips, Candice raised herself up, lifting off her elbows and onto her hands, giving Mary full access.

Mary wasted no time. She moved from Candice’s side to her front, stroking the back of her lover’s neck and reaching underneath to take both breasts in her hands, feeling and fondling their soft weight.  I watched intently and placed my hand on Mary’s lower back, and then between the cleft of her ass, and found her pussy, wet, swollen, inviting.  With a gentle nudge I bent her over and she pressed her bare chest against Candice’s back, and I leaned in and kissed Mary.

She pulled back, giggling, “You didn’t ask permission.” She said.

“Mary,” I said, pressing my finger deeper and deeper between her thighs, until my thumb rested against her ass and three fingers caressed her outer lips, “Mary, may I kiss you while my fingers fuck you into neverland?”

She answered with a kiss that was so strong I almost lost a tooth.  I pressed my middle finger deep into her pussy and began stroking in large deep circles.  My head began to spin and I broke our kiss just long enough to take Stan’s cock in my hand.  I stroked his engorged shaft and rubbed he pre-cum around his purple head.  Stroking it again, I realized he had closed his eyes.

 
He did not recoil up my touch but closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment. His shaft filled my hand and I felt it pulse and I knew he was ready. I didn't want to bring him to climax, that was for his wife, but it was fun to stroke him and watch him get lost in the moment.

“Stan,” I asked, “I'm sorry, I should have asked permission.”

“Then ask now,” he replied.,

I looked at Mary and she smiled and nodded her head at me, giving her silent approval.

“Stan,” I asked, “can I stroke your cock before you fuck your wife?”

Stan smiled and shifted his knees so he faced me more directly and allowed me to make eye contact with him.

“Yes,” he said, “you can stroke my cock. It feels really good.”

We looked at each other for a few minutes and I rubbed his cock up and down and played with the pre-cum at the tip and even let my hands and drift down over his compact and firm nut sack.

“Do you like this?” I asked, “I haven't done a very often.”

“Oh,” he moaned, “you're doing great.”

Candice realized what was going on and whimpered and said that she wanted to watch. Mary distracted her by pinching both of her engorged nipples at the same time and told her to be patient.

“He's getting Stan ready for you.”

Candice giggled and replied, “Well I'm ready for Stan.”

I released Stan's cock, reluctant to let it go but knowing that Candice was ready for him. I told Mary to shift positions and she knew just what to do. Mary sat on the floor, leaned back on her hands, and spread her legs wide. Candice gasped at the view, and I reached over and grabbed Candice's ass and spread it wide, tickling the tight sphincter as the cool night air rushed over her skin.

“Candice, are you ready for your husband to fuck you now, while we watch?”

“Yes please” she moaned in response, “Please Stan, fuck me, let them watch, let me cum.”

I realized at that moment that I was about to have an experience that 99.9% of people will never have. Most of us grew up in the age of the Internet where porn was easy to get at and frequently used. I want to deny the number of times I watched and got off to the images of beautiful people doing sexy things, at this moment, being in the same room as two people who are about to give each other amazing orgasms is different. I looked over at Mary and she was smiling, looking down at Candice, very young legs spread wide, her pussy wet, her chest heaving in anticipation of what was about to happen to her to Candice to stand and it to me.

I smiled at her and crawled over closer to her.

 May I kiss you? I asked.

 Yes please, she said. She opened her mouth and loved my tongue in, and I placed my hand on the back of Candice’s head and gently pushed it down until Candice planted a kiss Mary on Mary’s clit. I felt Mary quiver and shake, more out of anticipation and realizing what was happening than anything else. True enough, Candice had eaten out Mary a few minutes ago and given her an amazing orgasm, but now it was different, now as Mary enjoyed the lips and tongue and kisses of her new lover, there was a new sensation, the gentle rhythmic thrusts of her husband, now buried deep inside his wife.

Candice was in heaven Candice was in heaven, she felt her husband's cock slide in just as her lips contacted Mary's flesh. She had been waiting for this all night long. I can imagine the conversation they had on their way up to the resort for the wedding, or perhaps the night before when she told Stan that she would be on the hunt for an experience. I wonder how it happened. Was she on her knees in front of their fireplace with his cock in her mouth, sucking gently and rhythmically up and down his hard shaft? Did she take a break and look up at him and said and asked, can I get fucked by a stranger this weekend?

What did he say? Was it an eager and enthusiastic yes or did he have to think about the feelings and emotions of watching his wife undress seduce and undress another person. Did he ever anticipate the addition of a beautiful young waitress from the venue? Did he know that this strange man would stroke his cock before he slipped it into his wife?

I sat back on my heels, watching the tableau in front of me. My cock was hard and straining against my pants, my tie constricted my breathing as it became wildly obvious that I was about to join in. I watched Mary, her legs spread, her pussy open, enjoying the ministrations of Candice’s talented mouth. I reached over and caressed Mary’s breasts, feeling her small tight curves. She smiled at me and gestured toward Candice.  After a quick kiss, I moved my hands to Candice, stroking her back, her ass, and reaching underneath to gently play with her breasts.  She was moaning in time with her husband’s thrusting cock.

“Touch me!” Candice gasped between thrusts.

Mary giggled and Stan smiled, as I told her to be more specific.

“Aaaagh,” she cried out, “fuck you all.”

Stan swatted her ass and told her to obey.

“Fuck you!” she said with a laugh in her voice.

With Candice’s mouth no longer between Mary’s legs, I reached over and slipped two fingers deep into her pussy.  I felt her clench around me, enjoying the penetration Candice hadn’t provided.  The room got quiet for a moment, and we all enjoyed the slap-slap-slap of Stan’s thighs against his wife’s ass.

“Touch me Thomas,” Candice begged, “touch my clit while he fucks me.”

“Do you like that?” Stan asked.

“You know I do.” Candice replied.

I pulled my fingers out of Mary’s pussy. “Do you want to taste yourself, Mary?”

She nodded her head as she rubbed her own nipples.

“Out loud.” I said.

“YES!” she said, “let me taste my pussy on your fingers.”

I put my fingers in her mouth and her tongue slipped over and between them collecting the juice from her own body, sucking, and swallowing and enjoying the taste.  I let them slip out of her mouth and into mine, then I took both of her breasts in my hands and stroked them and pulled hard on her nipples.

“Mine?” I asked,

“Yours.” She replied.

Stan looked at me, “You are wearing far too many clothes.” He said.

“Mary, will help Thomas get undressed?” Stan asked.

“Hurry!” Candice said.

Mary and I stood up next to each other and positioned ourselves so Candice and Stan could watch. I kept Mary's face in my hands and kissed her gently as her hands untied my tie, opened the buttons of my shirt, and slipped it over my shoulders into the ground. She rubbed her breasts against my chest, and I kissed her on the neck. She knelt in front of me, slipped my shoes off my feet, and then my socks. It was deliciously slow, and we could all hear Stan’s pace increasing and Candice whimpering in response.

Mary kissed my cock through my pants, and I thought about coming right then but held off. I could not waste it, there was more, so much more to do.

“Let me see it,” Candice said, “and don't take so long.”

Mary looked at Candice as she unbuckled my pants, undid my zipper, and with one smooth motion pulled my pants and boxers to my ankles. My cock was fully engorged and swung free and tapped Mary playfully on the nose and she quickly took my cock in her hot young mouth.

She put her hands on my ass and pulled my cheeks wide take my full shaft down her throat.

“I want that!” Candice cried out, “you promised! You promised I could suck your cock while Stan fucked me.  Now give me what’s mine.

“A promise is a promise,” I said, and I reluctantly pulled Mary off my shaft and positioned myself on the floor in front of Candice.

“Touch her,” I said to Mary. “Finger her. Feel Stan’s cock as he slides in and out.  Feel him fill her up.”  Candice groaned as Mary did exactly as she was told.

Mary's fingers kneeled next to Candice and stroked her bare skin, her swaying breasts, and slipped her hand underneath her bell and between her legs.  Mary found Candice’s clit and began to stroke in soft circles. Her other hand drifted over Candice’s bare ass, down her thighs, and back up between the two married lovers.  Stan knew what he wanted, and he pulled out of his wife and let Mary stroke his cock, wet with his wife’s juices. 

“Taste her.” Stand said.

“Ask me to.” Mary replied, deep into the rules of the game.

“Mary,” Stan said, making intense eye contact with the beautiful girl who was fingering his wife’s clit, “do you want to suck my wife’s juices off my cock?”

“Yes,” she said, still stroking his cock, “Please.”

Mary guided Stan’s cock deep into Candice’s pussy, leaving her hand between their two bodies as he thrust in deep, again and again.

“Now.” Mary said.

Stan pulled and out shifted slightly so Mary could bend over and take him into her mouth.  His head dropped back and he began thrusting slowly in and out, allowing Mary to taste every drop of his wife’s arousal.

I watched Mary’s head bob up and down and matched her rhythm with my own thrusting into Candice.

“She’s sucking your husband’s cock,” I said to her as I began to thrust more forcefully.  “Stan is about to cum.”

I could feel Candice shaking her head, “NO!” she said silently.  I laughed and held her head in position, filling her throat with my shaft, silencing her for the first time.  I felt the head of my cock rubbing against the roof of her mouth and her tongue in equal measure.  I thrust myself deeper and felt her gasping for breath.

“Do you have something to say Candice?” I laughed, feeling just touch evil.

She tried to pull off my cock to talk, but I just thrust deeper until I felt myself on the edge of orgasm.  I pulled out just in time and tried to catch my breath.

“No! Please, Mary, make him come inside me.” Candice was begging for her husband’s cock.

Mary smiled. “He’s all yours.”

I watched as she lined Stan’s cock up with Candice’s swollen, dripping, and ready pussy. She stood up, straddled Candice, and kissed Stan deeply.

“FUCK HER.” She said.

Stan kissed her back as Mary reached down and held Candice open.  The sound that Candice made will stay with me forever and make me hard every time. A cross between begging, panting, coming, and primal satisfaction, she started to cum.  Unable, and unwilling to resist, I began face fucking my new friend with abandon.  She struggled to keep her lips on my cock, but I didn’t care, it was a frenzy. I looked up and saw Mary feeding her breasts to Stan as she continued to caress and play with Candice’s ass.  It was almost too much, a fantasy come true for all of us. 

I heard Stan grunting, moaning and then he whispered, “NOW!”

Mary put her hand and the back of Stan’s neck and pulled him tight for a deep kiss as her fingers left Candice and plunged deep between her own wet lips.  She took Stan’s orgasmic screams into her mouth and channeled them through her fingers into her pussy and her own climax.  I watched as her legs and ass began to shake.

Candice forced herself deeper onto me and I let go, all the tension, the pleasure, the excitement, the danger of it all exploded into her mouth as her orgasm convulsed through every cell of her body.  Stream after stream shot from my cock and I felt her gasping, swallowing, groaning, and panting as she was thoroughly impaled from both ends. I opened my eyes and saw her body shake, tremble, and finally collapse as Stan slipped out of her and released his grasp on Mary.

Mary leaned into Stan for support, and he guided her down to the floor and into my arms. I kissed her gently, pulling her into my embrace as Stan lay next to Candice and wrapped her up for a long slow kiss. 

“I can taste him,” Stan said with a smile.

“I can taste her,” Candice replied. 

I was about to speak when Mary put a finger to my lips then quieted me with a kiss. 

The room went quiet except for the sound of breathing, kissing, and the soft sound of the band getting everyone on the dance floor at the long-forgotten wedding.

After a few minutes, Stan untangled himself and got to his feet and stepped over the refrigerator and pulled out 4 bottles of water.  As he returned, Mary slipped out of my arms and rested on her knees, waiting. 

“Candice? She asked, “May I suck your husband’s cock?”

Candice rolled lazily onto her back, “That’s up to him,” she said, “isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Mary said, “but it’s so wonderful hearing you answer.”

Candice brought herself up and behind Mary, hugging her gently from behind, cupping Mary’s breasts, kissing her neck, and then letting her hands drift up and down her sides.

Stan stood before the two women, his cock already recovering.  He tossed me a water bottle and then pressed on the necks of each woman, cooling them, making them shiver.  They both drank greedily from the bottles and then turned back to Stan’s now fully erect member.

“I want to watch you suck my husband’s cock,” Candice whispered in Mary’s ear, “on one condition.”

Candice held her husband’s shaft in her hand and painted Mary’s lips with the pre-cum.

“Yesssss.” Mary replied, her tongue flicking out to taste the salty droplets.

“Swallow every drop, then kiss me.”

With that, Mary opened her mouth and took the head of Stan’s penis into her mouth.  I got hard at the sight and stroked myself as I watched.  Stan’s cock was big enough to noticeable, but not an aberration.  Mary cupped his balls and slid him in and out of her mouth like an enthusiastic lover should.  His skin glistened and small strands of moisture linked the two bodies together.

Stan pressed himself deeper and Mary choked, just a little, and pulled herself of him.  Candice quickly took her place and took her own husband’s shaft as deep as she could.  It was almost too much for me to contain, and I stopped stroking to delay the inevitable.

Mary kissed Candice and stole back the shared cock and rubbed it up and down her face, enjoying the carnality of the moment.

“Thomas,” she said, looking over at me, “will you…” she blushed.  “Will you put your cock inside me? Will you fuck me while I suck Stan?  I’ve always wanted to, but…”

“Of course,” I replied, “tonight is a nigh of many firsts.” 

Candice grabbed a pillow from the lounge and placed it under Stan’s head as he laid back on the floor.  The visuals were making my head swim, beautiful Candice, her handsome husband, naked, sweaty, dripping with passion and lust for us and each other, arranged themselves on the floor while Mary, a lithe young beauty bent over, exposing her full pink lips, waxed bare, inviting me in.

Breaking my own rules, I flipped on my back and slipped between her open thighs and began devouring the pussy without asking.  She didn’t seem to mind as she gasped and pressed herself against my chin, forcing my tongue deep between her lips. She angled her hips to bring her clit into my mouth and I devoured the bud with teeth and tongue.

I heard her kissing Candice passionately and heard Stan sucking eagerly at Mary’s breast.

Overwhelmed, Mary’s orgasm flooded over my face, and I smiled and licked and swallowed it all.  I felt wave after wave crash through her body and Candice and Stan cheered her on.

“Now Thomas!” She cried, “NOW!”

We all returned to our positions and I watched Mary devour Stan’s cock, eager to have him cum, eager to be filled by both men at the same time.  I kneeled behind her and stroked my cock up and down her lips, coating it thoroughly.

“DO IT!” Mary ordered, and I plunged by cock in her tight hot pussy.  It was heaven. I watched my shaft slide in and out and fought hard to make this magical moment last. Candice pulled Mary off for a kiss, then forced Mary’s head down deep on Stan’s cock.  Mary began to choke, but Candice was unrelenting, and Stan’s thrusts made Mary’s head bob up and down with each stroke.

I told Candice to mount her husband's face and she smiled back at the idea. She crawled over to him, and kissed him deeply, and then swung her knee up and over his face spreading her thighs and pussy lips and landing squarely on his mouth. Mary kissed Candice as everyone began to quake and shiver, cry out, and cum.

I held tightly to Mary's hips and pounded away with joyous abandon. Stan could feel her mouth moving with each of my thrusts and it built a powerful bond between us. Candice was lost in ecstasy as she spread her legs further and ground her clit against her husband's chin. I heard Stan cry out so I pressed forward, helping Mary take him in deeper, fulfilling the promise to Candice that she would swallow every drop. As Candice quivered through her orgasm, she opened her eyes and looked down at Mary and leaned forward and stroked her back and held her hair in her hands. When she felt Stan slow down, she brought Mary out for a long deep kiss, tasting her husband's cum in her young lover’s mouth. That sent Mary over the edge for another orgasm, and I felt her inner walls clench and release and clench again.

I don't know how long we are in that hazy fog of pleasure, Candice and Mary finally broke their kiss, Stan fell back, gasping, as Mary pulled off me and rolled to the floor. Kneeling over her, I looked down and smiled and gently painted her inner thigh with the last drips of my orgasm. She raised her arms to me and I came down to her. She opened her legs and wrapped them around me and I gently slipped my cock back inside and held still, letting her clench and squeeze and feel me filling her up. We kissed for a long time as did Stan and Candice. I saw Candice slowly stroking her husband's chest and then cock and balls has he gently suckled on her breasts and kissed her neck as the intensity of the moment faded into tender cuddles and caresses. I thrust a few times up into Mary, my cock finally giving way and growing softer.

She held me tight, and I felt her bare body against mine and her tongue in my mouth and then mine in hers. It was bliss.

Mary gave me one last squeeze with her legs and kissed me deeply and whispered Thank You in my ear.

“I will never forget you.” She said.

“I hope not,” I said, smiling and kissing her again.  “Let’s help our friends clean-up.”

I stood and then helped Mary to her feet. We kissed again and then I found her pants and shirt and helped her get dressed. Her panties would be going home with me and her bra was put in place after a quick kiss on each nipple. I helped Candice dress, kissing gently over her thighs and then on her sweet lips as I brought her panties back up and over her hips. Mary assisted Stan in similar fashion, taking his softening cock into her mouth one more time to kiss it goodbye. In a few minutes we were all dressed and reasonably presentable. Mary found some washcloths and hot water from the sink and we washed our face faces and pulled cold bottles of water out of the refrigerator.

“What now?” I asked.

Candice hugged and kissed Mary sweetly, then she came to me, and I wrapped her in my arms and looked down at her. Stan stood back a few feet.

“We kiss and say goodbye.” Candice said, “with wonderful memories.”

I took her cue and kissed her then let her go.  Mary opened the door for them and I watched as they turned toward the parking lot, choosing not to return to the festivities.

Alone now, I turned to Mary, “What about you? Are you going to drift into the night?”

Mary wrapped her arms around me, “it all depends on what your wife says.”

I kissed her and replied, “Oh, I think she’s going to like you a lot.”

The End



Alternate Ending:

I took her cue and kissed her then let her go.  Mary opened the door for them, and I watched as they turned toward the parking lot, choosing not to return to the festivities.

Mary and I smiled at each other and held hands, waiting.  A few moments later, my wife tapped softly on the glass and then let herself in.

She wrapped us both in a big hug, kissed Mary deeply, and asked, “How was it?”

Mary kissed my wife back, “Incredible, as always.”

I laughed and kissed Mary as my wife opened the cupboard door under the sink, fussing with the electronics.

“How did the video turn out?” I asked, enjoying the sight of my wife bent over.

“Just as we planned.”

“Do we send the video to his wife or the media first?” Mary asked, washing up and preparing to return to her role as waitress.

“I’m not sure,” my wife said, “I’ll have to watch it a few times first, but I’m sure the good Senator won’t want this to go public, any more than the others.”

Mary leaned in and kissed my wife, then me.  “Thanks for another wonderful evening protecting the free world.”  She turned to walk out the door, “See you in Munich!”

We both watched her tight little ass walk out the door and into the night.

“Munich?” I asked.

“Yep.” She said, extracting the cameras and wireless transmitters from the room, “we already have our next gig.”

“Thrilling,” I said, kissing my wife as her arms were full, “who?”

“I can’t tell you, but you love her movies.”

We packed the gear bag and stashed it behind the dumpster and returned to the party in time to toast the bride.  I sure do love weddings.