by Jamie Hunter
The idea had initially been Connor’s — a way for the three of them to enjoy their time on the islands. In a way it was role-playing, but in other ways it wasn’t. They wanted Jason to feel a part of their union, a full-blown partner in crime, right alongside them. Together they’d agreed that to do that, they’d have to go all the way. To include him in everything, all the way down to their marital bed.
He gets to fuck you… anytime he wants.
It was a stomach-twisting idea; for Jason to have complete access to Amanda, mind, body, and soul.
He’s your husband too. And you’re his wife.
Not only had Connor gone along with it, he’d actually been so turned on by the whole concept that he’d gotten immediately hard again. Amanda had reached out for him, eager to please, but instead he’d insisted she take care of their friend first.
“Go on baby,” he’d told her. “Go screw his balls off.”
And so here she was, screwing their best friend stupid in the warm, tropical night. Raising and lowering her body, ever so slowly, over Jason’s thick cock.
“Jesus Amanda…” he gasped. “Holy shit…”
She adored him. Loved him, even. Jason was like a brother to Connor, and as close a friend as they’d ever had. She was glad he was here, for more reasons than one. But right now…
“Mmmmmm…”
The rising tingle her third orgasm of the night began somewhere deep in Amanda’s belly. Jason sensed it and began thrusting harder, forcing himself further inside. His eyes were wild now. He’d given up control. There was very little left for him, in the way of restraint.
“It’s okay,” she whispered. “You don’t have to fight it.”
Amanda rocked back against his thrusts. Her swollen pussy all but swallowed him.
“Let it go…”
Her hair glimmered like spun gold in the streaming moonlight. It spilled down her naked back, cascaded over her shoulders. Every blonde curl shifted forward and back with slow, rhythmic movements. Amanda smirked down at him.
“Put it in your wife’s pussy…”
Jason didn’t just explode, he detonated. Amanda felt it deep in her womb; the warm, wet sensation of her lover’s sperm, splashing around inside her. It painted her walls, filling her innermost of places with life and heat and sex.
She rode him straight on through. Fucked him until the sensitivity was so overwhelming Jason couldn’t stand another moment of being inside her.
But she kept him pinned there anyway.
“AHHH!” he cried. “Oh… oh fuck…”
“I’m commmming!” Amanda gasped. And it was true. His orgasm had triggered her own, the thumping of his big dick driving her straight over the edge. She screwed down hard, contracting around him. Prolonging his suffering even more, while taking pleasure of her own.
Jason bucked again and his cock twitched. Amanda’s eyes rolled back in sheer ecstasy.
“OHHHHHHH…”
Her climactic spasms subsided, but Jason’s breath still came in short, ragged gasps. When she finally allowed him to withdraw, a whole avalanche of come came with him. A river of semen ran down his cock, coating his balls, spilling out onto the fresh linens beneath them.
They glanced down together at the mess they made, then at each other. Amanda giggled. Jason only sighed.
“You’re incredible…”
She bent forward with her mouth and began cleaning him up. Amanda licked up and down the sides of his cock, top to bottom, staring up at him sexily the whole time. She kept on sucking until Jason was squeaky clean, balls and everything. Then she swallowed hard, drinking his come.
“Damn,” he breathed. “You’re my favorite wife. Ever.”
Amanda laughed, then winked at him on her way out of the bedroom.
Back in her other marital bed, Amanda found Connor still awake. He was flopped across the sheets in a lazy half-sleep, his hand slowly nursing the same erection she’d left him with.
“Did you hear it?” she asked.
“Yes,” Connor said groggily.
“Good. I left the door open for you on purpose.”
Amanda stripped off her entire outfit, leaving a pile of come-smeared lingerie near the foot of the bed. It felt good to be naked again. Free of everything.
“And you took care of him?”
“Oh believe me,” she sighed, climbing into the bed. “Your friend is well taken care of.”
“That’s my girl.”
She nudged her way between his legs and grabbed for his cock again. This time he didn’t stop her. It was impossibly warm, the skin almost hot to the touch. The smooth head was stretched full, engorged with blood.
“What the fuck have you been doing to this thing?” she swore. “It’s much bigger than when I left.”
Connor said nothing. She stroked him a few times, feeling him throb against her hand. He’d gotten off on listening, she knew. On hearing it only. On imagining what his wife and best friend were doing to each other, from two rooms away.
“There’s jizz on your chin,” said Connor bemusedly. He pointed to one side of her face.
Amanda chuckled and used her middle finger to scoop it away. She pushed it into her mouth and licked her finger clean.
“God you’re nasty.”
She shrugged. “You knew it when you married me.”
“Maybe I married you because you’re nasty.”
“Well you sent me down the aisle with the best man’s come in my pussy, as well as your own.” She laughed. With the delirium it came out almost maniacal. “So I think you might be the architect of your own suffering.”
Connor let out a long, low hiss as she took his cock in her mouth. Amanda went down, all the way down, until he was lodged deep in her throat.
“No suffering here,” her husband sighed.
Seven
Amanda slept like the dead.
It was a phrase she’d heard before but never fully understood until now. Not until she’d awoken, in full streaming daylight, curled up in a big mess of pillows and blankets.
She felt rested and refreshed. Wholly revitalized. It wasn’t until she rolled over and checked her phone that she realized why:
It was nearly two o’clock in the afternoon.
Holy shit!
She rolled in the other direction, searching for Connor. Her husband wasn’t there. The bed wasn’t even warm, indicating he’d been gone for quite some time.
Amanda stretched, cat-like, across the sheets. If she focused she could feel it — every muscle in her body breathing in huge gulps of wonderful, beautiful oxygen. Waking up, just as she was, by being extended past their normal limits.
She slipped into a robe. Slipped out of her bedroom. A quick trip through the living area revealed nothing.
Jason…
She pushed open the other door. His room was equally empty. She paused for a second, her eyes lingering on the pair of white heels she’d kicked off last night, right before climbing on top of him…
Oh yes. Last night…
She breathed deeply and rubbed her eyes. Last night had certainly been something. She’d imagined her wedding night several times over the course of her life; what she’d wear, who it would be with, and mostly, whether or not she and her new husband would have the energy to make good on what brides and grooms normally do.
No fear of that, she laughed inwardly. There was plenty of energy.
Her mind filled with fond memories of the night before.
And plenty of grooms, too, another voice reminded her.
She backed out and headed into the kitchen. A pot of coffee had been brewed, and at least two cups were missing. Amanda put a hand on the glass decanter. It was stone cold.
Shit! How did I sleep so long?
It was another minute before she found the note on the counter. It read a lot like the last note Connor and Jason had left her:
Hey porn star!
Gone fishing.
Be back later this afternoon,
hopeful
ly with dinner.
Take the Jeep. Keys are already in it.
There’s a market not far
from here, plus other cool
stuff in town. Have fun!
- Your favorite husbands
Fishing?
It made sense, she guessed. Connor and Jason went fishing together all the time — had since they were kids. And it probably wasn’t something she’d wish they woke her for.
Jeep?
That part intrigued her!
She dumped the coffee and quickly set up the pot again. After smashing the brew button, she stepped out onto the sundeck and peeked around the corner of the Pavilion.
A bright blue jeep sparkled in the mid-day sun.
Amanda felt a surge of excitement. At least she wouldn’t be trapped here in the house alone. She could hit town, maybe grab some lunch. Pick up a few things to cook whatever fish the boys brought back. But first… a much-needed shower.
The superheated water crashing over her body was almost baptismal. It renewed her, in ways that sleep just didn’t. She closed her eyes as she washed, shampooed, soaped herself clean in the over-sized walk-in shower. As her hands roamed her own body, she couldn’t help but think of last night…
Gingerly she slid a palm between her legs. She was still a little sore. The insides of her legs hurt too, from being pinned back so far. But it was all par for the course. And the course, so far, had been unimaginably impressive.
She emerged in a pretty sundress, coffee in hand, sunglasses on her head. She couldn’t wait to see the town. Couldn’t wait to get out and walk around, to stretch her tired legs.
And she couldn’t wait for later… for when her husband would return.
Husbands.
Amanda hopped into the jeep and flipped down the sunvisor. A set of rental keys dropped perfectly into one outstretched palm, and she smiled.
It was going to be a very good day.
Eight
Amanda slumped into the soft cushions of the beautiful chair, feeling warm and relaxed. The sun was setting. It was getting late.
And the guys still weren’t back yet.
Her trip through town had been wonderful; she’d walked many of the quaint streets, through beautifully-arranged shops decorated with glass and colorful fabric. Amanda had browsed a lot, and even bought a few things. Something for Connor. Something for Jason.
And of course, something for herself.
The market was much more crowded, and nothing like back home. Amanda enjoyed picking out fresh produce and a few other essentials that would make their stay in the Pavilion more memorable. The resort was more than likely to provide anything they might need, but it was their first day there and she wanted to stock up. Besides, Amanda always liked the idea of picking things out herself.
On returning, she’d swam in the ocean. Washed off in the pool. She’d even tried the hot tub just now, but it only made her sleepy. After rinsing her body clean beneath the outdoor shower, she’d thrown on a pair of white lace panties — her favorite style, cut high up on her hips — and wrapped herself in a sheer white kimono. The latter had been a wedding present from Shannon, her maid of honor, who smiled and said something about the gift being “more for Connor” than for herself.
If only she knew…
If only anyone knew, really. That was the funny part. More than once throughout the day Amanda had imagined what different people’s reactions would be. What any their family or friends would say if they could see even a fraction of the debauchery they’d indulged in so far.
Secrets, she decided, could be fun.
Amanda sighed as she settled into the ornately-carved seat, feeling the soft silk ties of the kimono against her bare legs. She thought about Connor, fucking her for the first time as his wife. About Jason’s expression, the very moment he slipped inside her…
One of her hands wandered downward. Maybe she wouldn’t even get dressed. Maybe the three of them would just close the shutters to the bungalow and spend the rest of the night exactly like this…
Amanda’s fingers dipped beneath the waistband of her panties. She rubbed her clit for a moment, then slid two fingers downward in a ‘V’.
A girl could get used to this, she laughed inwardly. Her eyes fluttered closed. Her fingers began their slow, familiar trip up and down the outside edges of her slit.
In fact, a girl could—
“OH!”
Amanda jumped as two hands slid up along her outer thighs. She opened her eyes, startled, to find Jason kneeling before her.
“Ohhh…” she smiled sleepily. “Hi.”
“Hi,” he grinned.
Her lover’s hands never stopped moving. Jason hooked her panties between his thumbs and rolled them down her legs. Once around her ankles he removed them and tossed them over his shoulder.
“H—How was fishing?”
“Excellent.”
Amanda glanced around. “Where’s Connor?”
“Outside, cleaning our fish.”
His hands returned to her legs, this time on the insides of her thighs. With gentle pressure he pushed her legs apart, opening up her tender pussy like a tiny pink flower.
“I—”
Amanda’s sentence ended as Jason’s mouth closed over her sex.
“Ohhhhhhh…”
She slid her hands through his hair, spreading her legs even wider as Jason’s tongue swam through the shallows of her pussy. His mouth churned, his jaw grinding hard against her to push himself even deeper.
“Oh fuck…” Amanda gasped. “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck…”
He ate her voraciously, licking and sucking her inside and out. Amanda went wet in an instant, adding her own juices to Jason’s mouth. She bucked against him. Pulled him in by his hair to rub herself up and down on his face.
“OH FUCK!”
When the pleasure got to be too intense Amanda shoved him away. Even so, he still ate her. Jason pushed forward and thrust out the flat of his tongue, licking the less-sensitive outside edges of her swollen labia.
It went on for five minutes. Ten minutes. The constant pull and push, the agony and ecstasy of being pleasured to the point of delirium. Amanda found herself shoving him away less and less. She became lost in the moment, focused solely on the wet swirls of her lover’s talented tongue.
“I’m gonna come…” she whispered.
Jason responded by moaning into her pussy.
‘I’m gonna come… I”M GONNA COMMMMMMMM—”
Amanda’s legs thrashed backward, high in the air. For a split-second it felt like her whole body was sinking into the cushions, and then she exploded all over Jason’s hungry, unrelenting mouth. His tongue brushed her clit and her heels slammed into his back with a hard, dull ‘thud’. The force of the strike shoved him forward, into her pussy. She actually hit him hard enough that he’d probably have bruises.
OH MY GOD…
She saw stars. Literal stars. It was that good, that incredibly satisfying of a release. For Amanda, it was as if all the remaining stress in her body exploded outward, flowing away from her in a giant wave. It left her feeling empty, but only for a moment. As she slowly drifted back to Earth, that emptiness was soon filled with joy, and ecstasy, and gratification.
His task finished, Jason looked up at her from his knees. His lips were plump and swollen. His entire face was glazed with her sex. They smiled at each other over the rise and fall of Amanda’s taut stomach, her belly working overtime to help her lungs catch her breath.
“That was… pretty fucking hot.”
She glanced up. Connor was standing over them, wearing strange gloves. In one hand he held a yellow and green fish with a bright blue fin. He used the other to nudge his friend.
“You’re gonna have to teach me that one, bro.”
Jason rose with a grin. Amanda nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, please.”
Her legs were still spread, her pussy a glistening pink. Her husband was staring at it now. She could see the fire and
excitement in his eyes.
“Hey…”
Amanda slid a hand down her belly. She stopped at her clit, then started rubbing it slowly with her middle finger.
“You see something you want, baby?”
Jason chuckled as Connor handed the fish over to him. He peeled his gloves, one at a time.
“Definitely,” he grinned, unbuckling his belt.
Nine
Amanda’s mouth opened as Connor’s tongue slid inside. He kissed her passionately, grinding himself into her, pushing her legs apart with the force of his broad, muscular torso.
“I missed you…” she breathed. “The both of you…”
He kissed her some more. Hungrily. Thirstily. His breath was her breath as they melded together.
He smells like the ocean…
It was good scent. Salty and pungent, but also fresh. Outdoorsy. She reached up and grabbed him, just below his shoulders.
“What do you want?” he asked.
His cock grew harder by the second. Right now it was trapped between them, resting snugly between his belly and hers.
“I want you to fuck me.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes,” Amanda said breathlessly. She squirmed her ass into the chair. “Please…”
He reached down to position himself, the big head of his cock pressed up against her warm, wet pussy. Amanda tensed, waiting for the moment, squeezing his arms as he prepared to enter her. Connor’s biceps felt firm beneath her hands. Strong and powerful.
“Ohhhh…”
It was heaven as he thrust inside her. His cock filled her all the way up, pressing her against the back of the chair.
“So… you were saying you missed us?”
Connor’s question was punctuated with a particularly hard thrust. Amanda gasped.
“Y—Yes!” She wrapped her legs around him for control. “Oh yes.”
“We missed you too,” he told her. “Actually we couldn’t stop talking about you. Mostly, about all the things we plan on doing to you...”
He shoved his cock into her again, rocking her back into the cushions. Amanda pulled him against her body. He was deep. So fucking deep. Just the feel of him buried inside her was driving her absolutely wild.