Naughty and Nice

by Jamie Hunter

  Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  One

  Two

  Three

  Four

  Five

  Six

  Seven

  Eight

  Nine

  Ten

  Eleven

  Twelve

  Other Books

  About the Author

  Hotwife Honeymoon

  ~ Naughty & Nice ~

  MFM Wedding Party: Book Five

  Jamie Hunter

  Copyright © 2018 Jamie Hunter

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form without prior consent of the author.

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  One

  “Tails!”

  The coin flipped, end over end, silhouetted against the azure blue sky. It glinted brilliantly for a moment in the sun, then landed softly in Amanda's hand. She flipped it over immediately, slapping it on her opposite wrist.

  "Well?" Connor and Jason asked in unison.

  She paused, giggling, for dramatic effect. Slowly she lifted her hand and they peeked down together. "Heads it is!" she announced.

  Connor smiled victoriously as his wife looped an arm through his. "You get to go shopping with me first," she said. "And then after lunch? It’s Jason's turn."

  It was the only way, really, considering the kind of shopping they were doing. Months ago when they’d planned their honeymoon to include Christmas in Turks & Caicos, things had been a hell of a lot simpler. Back then, Amanda had only one husband she expected to be shopping for. At the moment, she had two.

  "Alright, you two have fun," Jason smirked. He nodded in his own direction of the bright little shopping mall. "I'll be off down here, figuring out my own little Christmas list."

  As their best man walked away, Amanda couldn’t help but feel bad for him. Jason's family was small, the list of people in his life even smaller. She'd seen him happier than this — back before he'd moved to California. Back when he lived in their old neighborhood, where the three of them had all grown up.

  "Think he's okay?"

  "Who, Jason?" Connor smiled. "He's great!"

  "I know but..."

  "But what?”

  "I can't help thinking he's a little sad."

  Connor slipped his arms around her from behind and pulled Amanda close. He planted a kiss on her neck that sent shivers down her spine.

  "After the way you've been taking care of him this past week?" he murmured. "I can't imagine he's not anywhere but in paradise..."

  One kiss turned into two, then several more. Amanda squirmed into him, feeling the strength of his arms around her. The beginnings of a very familiar bulge against the small of her back...

  A whole week. Had it really been that long? A week since their wedding. A week and a day since they'd playfully invited Jason to join them in their bed.

  That night had gone famously. They'd traded Amanda back and forth, screwing her and filling her until she was overflowing with their come. Two men, one woman. Her ultimate fantasy. A fantasy she'd never imagined would be fulfilled, much less on the night before her wedding day with Connor.

  And yet, it had been the hottest sex they'd ever had. Amanda was delirious with lust; she'd been insatiably good at pleasing two men at once. And Connor had been turned on just watching her... joining in on her. Tag-teaming her, spitroasting her...

  That night had been so fun, it had actually spilled over into some pre-wedding activities. Amanda was still in shock, even now, just thinking about it. They'd fucked her in her wedding dress, for shit’s sake. While the bride was putting the finishing touches on her makeup, just minutes before she walked down the aisle. It was a walk she took on trembling legs, and not out of nervousness of getting married. It was a walk she also took with both the groom and best man's come deposited inside her, deep and warm yet shallow enough that it threatened to drip down the inside her of stockinged, gartered thigh...

  "He's fine," Connor said, kissing his way up to her ear. She felt him tug playfully on her earlobe. "Trust me."

  If anyone knew Jason, Connor did. He'd been the one to surprise Amanda by booking a last minute ticket for his best friend. When she'd seen their best man board the plane, and realized he was coming with them on their honeymoon? Her stomach had filled with butterflies just imagining all the sordid, delicious possibilities.

  Jason — although he'd fucked her twice before the wedding — had been worried about becoming a third wheel once they landed. And that's when she and Connor had made a pact; that for the duration of the honeymoon, she'd be a wife to the both of them. Both men would be her husbands. Both would have equal, unfettered access to her young eager body...

  So far it had been beyond incredible — whether they admitted it or not, every woman's hottest, dirtiest dream. Amanda loved commanding the attention of two beautiful men. Two very tall, strong, handsome lovers who catered to her, spoiled her, and even dominated her for an evening to fulfill her wildest BDSM fantasies. They'd shared her in every way two men can share a woman. She'd even been double-penetrated, to the point where she came so hard she just about passed out...

  "If you think he's feeling down about California," Connor suggested, "maybe you should talk to him about it?"

  "Maybe," Amanda said, biting her lip.

  His hands roamed downward for a moment, pressing dangerously between her legs. She sucked in a sharp intake of breath.

  "And of course," Connor whispered hotly into her ear, "if you’re still feeling bad? You can always take extra special care of him later."

  Amanda whirled, twisting in his arms so that she could kiss him. Her tongue entered his mouth, sliding sexily along his.

  "I'm going to take extra special care of both my men," she moaned into his mouth. Amanda looked into Connor's eyes and batted her long eyelashes. "Don't I always?" she asked sweetly.

  Connor jumped a bit as she grabbed his crotch, giving his bulge a playful squeeze.

  "O-Oh yeah," he practically stuttered.

  Two

  The plan was simple; tonight, Amanda was going to dress up for them. Only this time her outfit would be Christmas-themed, and this time she'd be wearing two different outfits for two different lovers rather than one outfit in which both of them would ravish her.

  Not that (Amanda had learned very quickly) she minded a double-ravishing. Not even a little bit.

  But no, this one night — Christmas Eve — she wanted to give each of her husbands his own little private treat. And she'd settled on a duality theme to go with the Christmas theme as well: Naughty and Nice.

  Connor is getting the 'Naughty' outfit... She'd decided that straight away. Amanda knew what her husband liked, and she wanted this to be a 'thank you' for sharing her; for making her honeymoon the most amazing physical, emotional, and sexual experience of a thousand lifetimes.

  As a result, she'd be shopping for that outfit with Jason. She imagined the best man would be happy to help transform Amanda into the dirtiest of of all possible fantasies. To help her pick out raunchiest, filthiest choices, dressing her head to heels like a complete and total slut for Connor.

  But for now...

  NICE.

  "So you're looking for something white?" Connor asked. "Something, sexy but, ahem… virginal?"

  "Yes," she said. "Exactly like that."

  He laughed to himself. "Honey that ship has sailed."

  She elbowed him playfully as they stepped through the fun little mall. He certainly wasn't wrong. Amanda was already fairly experienced when she met Connor �
�� college, she supposed, would do that to you — but there was absolutely no going back after what they'd done together with Jason. She'd committed acts and experienced pleasures that even seasoned swingers would be proud of, and all of this in the span of a single week. Her honeymoon week...

  If only your friends and family knew!

  She laughed to herself as they stepped into a small bridal shop. Amanda made a beeline for the lingerie section, pulling Connor along by the hand.

  "How about this?" he said, holding up a lacy white teddy.

  "Not bad," she said. "But I want something silkier."

  She rummaged through a drawer of panties while Connor stood there checking out bras. It wasn't his first time shopping for lingerie with her. But it was definitely the first time shopping for lingerie she'd be wearing with someone else.

  "Here," he said. "Check this out."

  He pulled down a pure white bra, silky and smooth and edged with forest green lace. It wasn't exactly the one-hundred percent white outfit Amanda had in mind, but it was extremely pretty.

  "And of course..."

  Connor held out something that went with it — a matching green Santa hat. He plopped it onto her head and guided her to the nearest mirror. She looked adorable.

  Amanda laughed. "That's perfect!"

  It took her another minute or two to find the panties; white silk trimmed with the same thin line of green lace. She could see they'd flare high up on her hips, accenting her legs. And with her white stockings...

  "I love it," she grinned. "I think we have a winner."

  Connor gathered the outfit up for her. As he turned toward the bank of cash registers, Amanda laid a hand on his arm.

  "Thank you baby," she smiled.

  Connor grinned back. "Of course."

  "I uh..." she tugged him in the opposite direction. "I think maybe I should try the bra on, though."

  "Okay."

  He followed her over to the dressing room. Amanda stopped as a woman exited through a swinging door. Glancing over her shoulder quickly, she pulled Connor through to the other side.

  "What the-"

  Beyond the doors, a tiny hallway was set with four small doors. Amanda tried the back left side, and the knob turned.

  She grinned at her husband wickedly. "Come on."

  Connor didn't have to be told twice. They ushered themselves into the little dressing room and closed the door behind them. So far, so good. Everything was silent. Quiet.

  Amanda turned, pressing her body against him. "Now let’s see… you called heads, didn't you?" she smirked.

  Connor opened his mouth to reply, but she shushed him with an outstretched finger. Then she shoved him back against one wall and dropped to her knees.

  "I'm pretty sure you were heads," she whispered with an innocent shrug. Connor took a deep breath as his wife undid his button and began pulling down his fly. A few seconds later, his shorts were around his ankles. His boxers too.

  “But just to be safe…”

  Amanda tapped the full-length mirror with a long fingernail and looked up at him with her big blue eyes.

  "Watch..." she said, as she took him all the way into her mouth.

  Three

  At first Amanda tried blowing Connor quietly in the changing room of the little bridal shop. She shushed his moans. Tried keeping her lips tight around his shaft, to limit the slurping and gulping noises her wet mouth would make around his cock.

  In the end though, she just gave up.

  "Fuck baby..." her husband whispered as she swallowed him all the way down her throat. "Oh fuck that feels so damned good!"

  She wanted it to be good for him, and so she put on a show. She'd never blown someone this close to a mirror before, and now she could see everything. From the corner of her eye, through her peripheral vision, Amanda could watch her own self-taught techniques.

  It was incredibly hot. Like watching another girl give her husband head. She'd never done that... yet... but it was something Amanda was certainly open to. Especially considering how generous Connor had been in sharing her with his friend.

  Could I really handle it? she asked herself silently. Watching my husband with someone else?

  She was pretty sure that she could. There was a tiny stab of jealousy as she imagined it — Connor sinking his cock into another girl's pussy — but with that jealousy came a strange, twisted, voyeuristic excitement. The thrill of finally seeing his pleasure from an outside perspective. Of watching him do things to someone else that she'd only seen him do to her.

  A door opened and closed out in the hallway — one of the other dressing rooms. Someone else, trying something on. Or else blowing their husband, she laughed to herself. Probably the former.

  Amanda looked up at Connor. He was watching her dutifully in the mirror. She looked into the mirror to get his attention, winked at him, and then began really sucking him off.

  "Holy shit..." he swore.

  Connor had both hands lost in her hair now, scrunching it tightly in his fists. He was very close to moving those hands on his own. To fucking her face, the way he'd done in the past. Amanda loved it when he did that, but it was also very noisy. There was a good chance it would make her gag too, and that would be even noisier.

  You'd better just get him off, the devilish little voice in her head told her. Sooner rather than later.

  She tightened her lips. Really pulled and pushed him in and out of her mouth. The mirror also reminded her to work her hands, her fingertips dancing tantalizingly over his gently swaying balls. They were already tighter than before she’d started. He was getting close...

  Connor exploded down her throat with a rush of heat and musky wetness. The hands on her head clenched tightly, fingers rolling her hair between his knuckles, but only enough to enhance his climax. Not enough to actually hurt.

  Amanda felt jet after jet of hot come sliding down into her belly. She’d learned long ago to control her throat, to relax it just enough so she could give deepthroat orgasms. It was a specialty of hers — and one she’d received many accolades for. In fact, she still prided herself on it.

  Her husband held her there, pinned against the flat of his stomach, her nose pressed into his skin. Only when she was absolutely sure he was finished did she slide her lips upward, along his shaft, and over the head of his cock… keeping them tight so that she didn’t miss a drop.

  “Goddamn,” Connor swore as she popped him from her mouth. “I don’t even want to know where you learned that.”

  Amanda laughed as she licked her fingers clean. “No,” she agreed. “You probably don’t.”

  Another door opening and closing. Voices this time…

  It took another minute for the small hallway to be empty again. Amanda went first, beyond the swinging door, and when the coast was clear she put her fingers in her mouth and let out a small whistle.

  “Feeling good?” she elbowed Connor on the way to the cash register.

  “Like that was my favorite coin toss ever,” her husband grinned.

  Four

  The food court was a cute little semicircle in the middle of the mall. Eight different stands represented cuisine from all over the world, with at least half of them featuring dishes from the Caribbean.

  By now the three of them had had enough of local food, at least for a little while. So when Connor found a stand that actually made hamburger and french fries? They were all over it.

  Jason’s shopping trip was productive enough, thought Amanda. He had four bags from all different stores, including a giant-sized stuffed unicorn he’d bought for his niece. When Amanda pointed out it might not fit in any of their luggage, Jason’s smile turned into a frown. They laughed at him until he smiled again, and promised they’d stop somewhere so he could box it and ship it home.

  “And where’s home these days?” Amanda asked him, biting seductively into a french fry. She touched him gently with her foot under the table.

  “You know where home is,” he shrugged.
“Sunny beautiful California.”

  “Sunny and beautiful,” she acknowledged. “But home?”

  Jason shrugged. “Like I said before, it’s okay. I love the weather, the people… and work’s going, well…”

  She searched his expression. It already looked like he’d said too much.

  “If work’s not going all that well why don’t you try a change?” asked Connor.

  “Already did,” laughed Jason. “That’s what Cali was for.”

  He smiled and took another bite of his hamburger. It might’ve been a forced smile, it was difficult to tell.

  “Look, I knew it might take a while before I could make it work,” Jason admitted. “Six months isn’t all that long.”

  “It was for us,” Amanda said. “We missed you.”

  Jason nodded. “Me too.”

  “Connor most of all,” Amanda said. “He was lost for a while when you first left.”

  Connor turned a bit red but said nothing. It was the truth, though. He’d missed his best friend more than he really let on. For those first few weeks, he really wasn’t himself.

  Amanda laid a hand on Jason’s arm and leaned into him. “Although this time, when you leave to go back?” She planted a big kiss right on his cheek. “I’m probably going to miss you more than he does…”

  Her lips brushed his ear as she whispered the words. Jason closed his eyes and smiled.

  Abruptly Amanda dropped her napkin and stood up. She put one hand out for their best man.

  “C’mon,” she said. “Let’s go. It’s our turn to go shopping.”

  Jason took one last sip of his drink. “You sure you don’t want to finish eating first?”

  “Nah,” said Amanda. She threw Connor a mischievous wink. “I’m already kind of full.”

  Amanda bounced happily through the opposite wing of the mall, her little white skirt floating about her thighs. She had one arm looped through Jason’s. She smiled up at him happily.