by Jamie Hunter
Contents
Title Page
Copyright
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Other Books
About the Author
Hotwife Honeymoon
~ Spoiled in Paradise ~
MFM Wedding Party: Book Two
Jamie Hunter
Copyright © 2017 Jamie Hunter
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One
Amanda came to groggily, beneath the warmth of her blankets. The lights were dim now. The roar of jet engines nothing more than a distant background noise.
What time is it?
She decided she didn’t care. Their flight was only six hours long, and she’d stayed awake for the first two. Soon they’d be landing in paradise, or at least, pretty damned close.
Turks & Caicos…
For more than a year now she’d been looking forward to the crystal blue waters and white sand beaches. To relaxing on their honeymoon together, just her and Connor. Letting all the stress building up to their wedding day just drain away…
The wedding. Amanda blinked.
Holy shit.
A hand slid its way across her leg. She looked up into her husbands face, resting quietly beside her. Connor grinned at her mischievously, then made a ‘shushing’ gesture with one finger. His hand moved higher, just as…
… a second hand fell into her lap, clasping Amanda’s inner thigh. Its fingers squeezed her opposite leg gently, on the other side.
Jason!
For a split second she’d actually forgotten. Then again, the last twenty-four hours would’ve been hard for any girl to forget. Especially a blushing bride, who only hours away from getting married, somehow ended up in a scorching hot pre-wedding threesome with her groom and the best man.
Oh my God…
Twice.
It had started right after the rehearsal dinner, the night before their wedding. She and Connor were enjoying one last roll between the sheets as a single couple, when it suddenly occurred to them that Jason was crashing their couch in the next room.
“You’ve always wanted this,” Connor had told her. “It’s always been your fantasy. Well, here’s your chance…”
And so sometime after midnight, all their sex-fueled dirty talk (no, filthy dirty talk!) had turned them both on past the point of no return. All the way to the point where they’d actually invited the best man — and their best friend, really — into their bedroom with them.
To fuck her.
Yes, to actually fuck her.
The best part was that it had been absolutely amazing; the pinnacle of any one of their sexual experiences. As a couple they finally got to act out some of their wildest fantasies. Jason got to share his friend’s extremely horny fiance, and Amanda got to be the meat in a very delicious, very handsome sandwich.
But the even better part? The whole thing wasn’t awkward at all. Not even a little bit, not even afterward. It had been nothing but hot and sexy and totally comfortable. So much so that they’d actually done it again, the very next day, locked in the bride’s dressing room. Right before Amanda walked down the aisle to marry her husband.
You’re insane, the little voice in her head told her. You know that? Absolutely, positively, certifiably insane.
The wedding itself had gone flawlessly, and everything had been right in the world. They’d boarded their plane together, looking forward to their honeymoon… and suddenly she was staring at Jason.
“Ah, looks like my wedding gift to you has arrived,” Connor had told her. “Rather than head straight back to California, I invited Jason to come with us on our honeymoon…”
This little bombshell was subject to Amanda’s approval, of course. And as she sat there dumbfounded in her coach seat, sandwiched once again between her two incredible lovers?
She had approved wholeheartedly.
The hand on her husband’s side glided boldly upward now, invisible beneath the blankets. Amanda shifted at its touch, just as Jason’s fingers began lightly tapping along the inside of her left thigh…
Here? Now?
She glanced around. Half the people on the plane were sleeping. The other half were either face down in their electronic devices, or looking up at tiny television screens mounted to the seats in front of them.
Amanda pulled the blanket over Jason’s legs as well, hoping it was long enough. It just barely made it. The armrests that separated them were already lifted, giving them a nice three-seat expanse in which to play.
“Ohhhh…”
She groaned softly, almost imperceptibly, as Jason’s fingers brushed the very bottom edge of her pussy. He began rubbing her gently, applying firm pressure between her legs, while Connor’s nimble fingers undid the tie on her sweatpants.
This is actually going to happen…
Amanda spread her legs beneath the blanket. Connor’s hand delved down, past her waistband, slipping beneath the silk fabric of her panties. His fingertips found her clit, warm and swollen, begging to be touched. And all the while, Jason… still pressing his palm against her. Still rubbing in slow circles through her sweatpants. His efforts elicited another moan from her, this one a bit louder.
“Shhhhh…” Jason whispered into her ear. He bit her earlobe playfully. Amanda giggled.
If this is the plane ride, imagine how the honeymoon is going to be…
Amanda squirmed at the thought. It was a no-brainer, sharing their honeymoon with Jason. And not just for the obvious reasons, but because they both really, really missed him. Especially Connor. He’d grown up on the same block and spent virtually every day with his best friend. Every day until about half a year ago, when a sudden business opportunity took Jason clear across the country.
Since then, things had been different. Connor just wasn’t the same old Connor. He was still amazing, still funny and cool and still treated her like a princess… but there was something missing. Something intangible Amanda couldn’t quite put her finger on, at least not until the last few days, when Connor flew back for their wedding festivities.
Their honeymoon would be special, sure, but not so much that they couldn’t share it with their friend. Especially a best friend. And especially after what happen—
“Mmmmmmm…”
Amanda bit her lip as Connor slipped a finger inside. One finger became two, and soon her husband was gliding them both in and out of her. She looked around again while adjusting the blanket. If she kept it tight enough, you couldn’t even tell there was movement beneath. No one would even know that—
“Drinks? Snacks?”
The flight attendants voice was lilting, sing-songy. Her hard-to-tell-if-it-was-fake smile matched the voice perfectly.
“Yes, I’ll have a Jack and Coke.”
Amanda looked over at her husband in disbelief. Instead of waving her away he was ordering drinks! And his fingers hadn’t even missed a beat.
“And I’ll take a water please,” said Jason.
The attendant went to work, gathering ice into tiny plastic cups. She looked directly at Amanda.
“Miss?”
Jason mercilessly took the opportunity to rub harder. He was right above her clit now, causing Amanda to jump.
“I—I’m good.”
“You sure?” the flight attendant asked.
“Yes…” she r
eplied, her voice much higher and quicker than normal. “I—I’ll just have some of theirs.”
Jason produced a credit card with his free hand — the one not rubbing her pussy while her husband fingered her. He paid, handed Connor’s drink over to him, and thanked the flight attendant poiltely as she pushed the refreshment cart up to the next row.
“You guys are nuts,” Amanda teased groggily. “You know that?”
Jason began rubbing again, while Connor added a third finger. The combination felt immeasurably good. Even more so when her husband leaned in and began kissing her neck.
Jesus Christ…
Amanda lay back and let go. She closed her eyes, focusing on the intense pleasure of being serviced by two men. Two men she loved very much… enough to spread her legs for. Enough that she’d do anything they wanted. She trusted them with everything.
Not exactly how you imagined your honeymoon would go, huh?
She sighed, pushing the nagging little voice in her head aside. It was true, sure. But this?
Amanda let her mind go blank as her orgasm crashed over her. Beneath the warm anonymity of the blankets, she ground herself hard against Connor and Jason until her endorphin-fueled brain had soaked up every last pleasurable spasm.
This would be even better.
Two
They landed smoothly, exiting into a warm, gentle breeze that soothed their tired bodies. A quick ride later they were at their resort; one of the most exclusive and private of all the islands in the archipelago.
“Hello!” their host grinned, “and welcome to Sumanyara” He was a short, pleasant-looking man with crows’ feet gathering near the corners his eyes. He attended to their bags first, then personally lead them in the direction of their accommodations.
“Oh my God,” Amanda swore. “Is this where we’re staying?”
The place was magnificent, a low-slung, shingled bungalow that looked out over the most beautiful white sand beach Amanda had ever seen. And beyond that? A small, curved lagoon of green, turquoise water — impossibly still, impossibly clear — that stretched out all the way to the painted horizon.
“It’s gorgeous!” she cried.
“Yes,” the host agreed. He smiled back at them warmly. “Yes it is.”
It was bigger and better than the honeymoon suite they’d initially booked. Connor, with a little last-minute help from their travel agent, had managed a two-bedroom Pavilion and their own private beach. There was a lap pool, a hot tub, even a sauna — all laid out across the massive bamboo sundeck. Inside, the place was a marvel of modern architecture. Polished wood finishes, fresh white linens, and floor-to-ceiling glass windows gave spectacular, pristine views of everything outside.
“You sure I’m not cramping your style?” Jason asked, jerking his thumb over his shoulder. His room was set opposite theirs, a different door on the other side of the sprawling living area. “Because if I am…”
Amanda bounced onto one of the soft white couches and lay back like a rag doll. Curly blonde hair spilled everywhere.
“You? Cramp our style?” She laughed.
“I didn’t even know we had style,” Connor said to his wife.
“Me neither.”
Their host showed them around before leaving, and then the guys crashed out on the couch too. All three of them were tired. It was mid-afternoon, and they’d barely slept since the wedding.
“You guys thinking what I’m thinking?” Amanda said.
“Threeway naptime?”
She laughed musically.
“Yeah, actually. On the beach though. In the sun.”
“Sounds magical.”
The trio unpacked, undressed, and freshened up for the beach. By the time they emerged from their rooms, a platter of freshly-sliced fruit and meat had been laid out on the Pavilion’s kitchen table for them.
“I’m starting to really like this place,” said Jason. He bit savagely into a slice of bright green melon. The fruit was so ripe that streams of juice ran down his bare chest.
They picked the platter over, having what amounted to a light lunch. The guys couldn’t help but ogle Amanda a bit, especially in her red string bikini. Likewise, she wasn’t exactly uninterested in their lack of clothing either. Both of them wore swim trunks and nothing else, exposing their broad shoulders and big arms. Jason was taller than her husband, but Connor was a bit broader in the chest. Both had flat, taut stomachs. Exactly the way she liked them.
They napped on the beach, nestled right in the softness of the pure white sand. Amanda fell asleep almost instantly. She woke up and noticed the sun had changed position. It was lower in the sky now, and not nearly as powerful.
Connor was still dozing away, one arm draped over her. Jason was sitting up, his arms crossed over his knees, staring out into the sea.
“Can’t sleep?”
“Nah,” he replied. “Not yet. Got a wink or two, maybe.”
“I’m gonna sleep like a baby tonight,” Amanda admitted.
Jason winked at her. “I’ll bet.”
They stared out into the horizon together for a while, admiring the beauty in silence. The sun would reach the water soon. When it did, it was going to be spectacular.
“Thinking about California?” Amanda asked.
Jason laughed. “Yes. Though I’m trying not to.”
“And why not?”
“No reason in particular,” he answered. “I’d just rather enjoy this place while I’m here. You know, live for the moment.”
Amanda wasn’t sure he was telling the whole truth, but she knew enough not to press. She did want to know one more thing though.
“So what are the girls like out there?”
Jason scratched the back of his head. “Same as the song, I guess,” he told her. “California girls. They’re pretty, they’re tan, they’re usually in shape… most of them, anyway.”
“So how the hell do you not have a girlfriend yet?”
Jason turned to her, his eyes searching hers. They’d always been close — close enough that she could ask such a question without blinking an eye. But Jason had been gone for six months now. Somewhere along the line, he’d put up a few walls.
“I’ve dated,” he shrugged defensively.
“What kinds of girls?” Amanda teased. “Pretty little, tight-assed California girls?”
“Some of them, yeah.”
“Any smart ones? Nerdy cute ones?”
“A few of those maybe.”
“Movie stars? Supermodels?”
“Ugh. Fuck no.”
Amanda laughed out loud. “Right answer.” She paused for a moment, then allowed her expression to go serious. “So tell me, how come you’re not attached?”
Jason stared back at her and shrugged. “I guess I just haven’t found anyone I like to see on a regular basis.”
It was a fair enough answer. She decided to let him off the hook.
“Well,” Amanda said, “it sounds to me like those girls are all pretty lame.” She grinned back at him mischievously. “Because if I saw a guy like you out there? I’d sink my claws into you so fucking fast their pretty little heads would spin right off.”
She made a fierce clawing motion with one hand before using his shoulder as leverage to stand up. Then, with one leg planted on either side of him, she started brushing the sand from her body… all over Jason.
“You asshole!” he laughed, grabbing at her. Deftly Amanda ducked away, just managing to escape as his fingers clipped the waistband of her little red bikini. He chased her around the beach for a minute or two, laughing, until the noise managed to wake Connor up. Her husband stretched his arms to the sky and yawned mightily.
“Hey… who else is hungry?”
Three
Their Pavilion was so remote, so private, that dinner was a little ways away.
Not that there was any reason to complain. The whole thing was a nice walk along lighted paths, past lush, beautiful gardens that Amanda knew were sure to look incredible duri
ng the daytime.
They ate among dozens of other guests in the spectacularly-decorated restaurant, from newlyweds to older couples to friends who’d come in groups of six or more. Amanda enjoyed all of them. Watching them, listening to them, even eavesdropping on them at times. In a way it was sort of a hobby for her; observing other people. Wondering who they were… what they were up to… what made them tick. Through doing this Amanda had developed a keen ear and a heightened sense of awareness — two talents that had driven Connor crazy on way more than one occasion.
Tonight though, she relaxed.
The ate delicious food. Drank delicious wine. They guys flirted with her, and Amanda flirted right back. The body language could be overtly sexual now. The ice had been broken. That alone made it more interesting than any other dinner she’d had before.
But mostly they just laughed and had fun. They talked about the wedding, the reception, and every last funny thing any of their guests or friends had done.
On the way back they walked arm in arm, Amanda in the middle. She was tipsy, not drunk. Happy in carefree ways she hadn’t been — what with the stress of their upcoming wedding and all that — in a long, long time.
They passed by the gardens, back in the direction of their glass Pavilion. When they got there the blinds had all electronically closed — a pretty neat trick. With the interior lights still on, it created the illusion that their house glowed warmly from within.
The waves, what little there were of them, lapped gently against their private shore. The air was still and quiet, the sky cloudless. The moon was a glimmering silver disk set high in the sky.
All in all, a perfect night.
“We haven’t gone swimming yet,” Amanda pointed out.
The guys looked at each other as she began shedding her clothes. She wriggled out of her dress. Undid the strap of her bra.
“Suits?” Connor asked. His sly smile already told her he already knew the answer.
“Only if they’re birthday suits.”