by Vivian Ward
I think back to the night that she went out with her girls at the bachelorette party when she wore that skimpy white dress and how hard I got thinking about her going out in it. How I even jacked off thinking about her sucking dick from one—or all—of the male strippers.
I don’t want her to be ashamed of her sexuality, or for wanting more than just me. It’s only for one night, and it’s only this one time.
The worst part about it is that it’s a week before we get married. Next Saturday, we’ll be surrounded by friends and family with music, flowers, food, and cake. It’s just hard for my mind to process all of this at one time.
I have the prettiest bride-to-be with a job on Easy Street dangling before me, and my managing partner wants to fuck this beautiful woman who is about to become mine for life, one week before we tie the knot.
“The help is gone,” Ford says after he cracks the door. “I’ll get us some towels. Come on out when you’re ready.”
Chapter 19
Piper
Maybe a big part of me is being selfish by wanting to do this with Oliver, but damn if he isn’t hot.
In one week, I’ll be a married woman. Completely off the market with no other chances of ever doing something like this again.
Perhaps it’s the daddy complex that I have. Always being pampered by my father and my three older brothers. I’ll never admit this to Logan, but I know that Oliver was cheating his ass off at cards to get me to take off more clothes than he was.
I’ve been playing far too long and know a cheater when I see one. To the average person, they might not have seen that he was slipping cards and holding them under the felt card mat, but I saw every single move that he made. My brothers taught me how to spot things like that, so I’m not new to cheating.
Plenty of people tried to cheat their way through cards when I played in college, but I always busted them. However, Oliver is a different story because of who he is and the fact that he’s so irresistible.
I let him cheat.
I let him win.
I’ve never in my life seen a man as handsome as Olly at his age. He’s like a well-aged God. If Logan is half as attractive at his age, I will be in heaven, but I have a feeling that I don’t ever have anything to worry about.
Logan is my tall knight in shining armor with perfectly styled hair and gorgeous eyes. He takes care of himself and works out regularly, lifts weights and tries to eat healthy.
What’s more important is how much I love him. He truly is my soul mate. The two of us belong together, and no man or any problem could ever separate us.
When I went out to my bachelorette party, he must have texted me a dozen times. And sure, he gave me some shit about getting it on with the strippers but I’d never do anything like that, and he knows it.
The thing is, I know for a fact that it turned him on to know that I was dressed like a total slut and that I could have cheated but never did. I’m not like that. My heart belongs to only him.
I think that’s what makes things so hot with Olly. To know that Logan is here and watching, and present to witness it all makes it hot as hell.
I’ve always wanted to do a threesome but have never had the opportunity. Tonight, that opportunity is here, and I don’t want to let it pass by.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Logan asks.
I grab fistfuls of his hair and kiss him as though our lives depend on it. This man means everything to me, but for one night, I want to have fun, and I want to help him out.
“I’m positive. The only thing that would stop me is if you said that you didn’t want me to do it.”
Instead of saying no, I feel his cock jerk against my thigh before he kisses me and grabs my ass.
“You know, this is a bad idea,” he says as he breaks our kiss. “But I like bad ideas.”
“Let’s go. We don’t want to keep him waiting on us,” I suggest as I get off of his lap and lead us out to the hot tub.
There’s nothing sexier than knowing that your man is behind you on your way out to the hot tub where another naked man is waiting for you. He’s got my back in all of this, and that means more to me than anything else in the entire world.
“This is nice, Olly,” I say as I lower myself into the hot tub.
The warm bubbles are soothing as they run over my body and the warmth surrounds me.
“It’s my pleasure,” he says, handing each of us a champagne flute. “Let’s have a toast.”
He holds his glass up, so we all follow suit and are prepared to make a toast.
“To young love and a great couple.”
The three of us clink glasses and drink to his toast. After we finish our champagne, the three of us place our glasses on the ledge just outside of the hot tub.
Oliver scoots closer to me and puts his arm around me, and I lean into him, allowing our skin to touch. This is when Logan puts his hand on my thigh, gripping onto my body while it’s still only his.
“So,” Olly says, drifting closer to me.
Our faces are barely inches apart when I close my eyes and wait for his kiss. I’m eager to kiss him and get things started, yet I’m anxious to get everything over with. It’s a bittersweet moment.
“Did you have fun this evening?” he asks.
I nod and lean in closer to him, half closing my eyes as he begins to kiss me.
His lips feel so foreign on mine, yet I want them there. The rough texture of his lips feels so different against mine; the complete opposite of Logan’s.
As we continue kissing, Logan’s hands wander up my body until he reaches my breasts and he begins rolling my nipple between his fingers while he kisses my neck.
With Olly kissing me and Logan grabbing my breasts, Oliver’s hand reaches between my legs and parts my thighs, giving him access to me.
Whimpering, I bite my lip when he stops kissing me and pushes his fingers deep inside me. The feeling of him curling them inside me, pressing them against my G-spot sends my legs into spasms as I come undone with the touch of his fingertips.
As soon as Oliver’s lips leave mine, Logan replaces the kiss with his own lips as his managing partner continues to finger me beneath the hot, bubbling water.
With the two of them working with each other against me, my senses quickly become overwhelmed. Olly’s fingers are working double time, going farther and farther inside of me and I can feel myself getting closer.
The combination of their rich colognes mix with the smell of chlorine from the hot tub, and it brings me back to reality that they’re working together to please me, to make me come.
Grabbing Logan’s hair, I pull him into me, longing to feel his lips planted firmly against mine as Oliver’s fingers occupy my tight space, bringing me closer to the edge.
Feeling each of their stiff cocks pressing against me, I know that they’re both aching to be released much like I am.
I break my kiss with Logan and suck in a deep breath of air, willing my body not to come.
“Oh, we’ve got a fighter, huh?” Oliver purrs in my ear.
He’s very good at manipulating my body, and the two of them can tell that I’m completely turned on.
“I need you inside of me,” I say to both of them as I lean my head back against the edge of the hot tub.
Logan knows exactly what to do, and I’ve never been more grateful for our amazing sex life and the fact that he knows my body so well.
Letting go of me, I’m free to move about as Oliver reluctantly slides his fingers out of me. I use this as my opportunity to mount Oliver as I climb on top of him, facing him as the two of us begin a deep, passionate kiss.
I’ve never felt so wanted by two men in my entire life.
Lowering myself onto him, I allow him to slowly enter me and take his thick cock one inch at a time until he’s completely inside of me.
“Fuck,” he hisses as soon as my hips grind his pubis.
Even I can’t believe that he’s all the way inside of me. He’s a good
eight to nine inches, and slightly larger than Logan who I sometimes have trouble taking.
I’ve heard of stories where women had very low thresholds as far as how much of a cock they could take until their senses were extremely heightened. I always thought it was bullshit but now that I’m here—in this situation—I see how it’s completely possible.
I begin slowly riding him, testing my limits until I can’t hold back any longer. I’m surprised Olly’s giving me anytime to get used to his size, but it doesn’t take long until he grabs my hips and begins thrusting himself into me, deeper and harder with each movement.
From the corner of my eye, I glance over at my fiancé and watch his face as he watches me ride his managing partner. We remain in complete eye contact with every whimper and plead that escapes my lips.
For the most part, he just strokes himself as he watches Oliver take me and have his way with my body—something that we all seem to be enjoying. But Logan isn’t a bystander for very long.
He soon approaches me from behind with his cock in his hand when he and Oliver nod at each other, communicating an unspoken language between the two of them.
Oliver slows his movements beneath me, allowing himself to be still inside of me. It’s only at this moment that I feel Logan spreading my cheeks apart, lining himself up with my ass.
My eyes grow wide in fear as I’ve never had anal sex.
I’ve read so many magazines where they’ve featured dozens of articles about how painful it is and ways to help ease the pain so that you and your partner can enjoy it, but right now I don’t have a way to prepare.
Taking in a long, deep breath, I try to relax my body—one of the tips that I remember from one article in particular. The column said if you relax your body, your anus won’t be as tense or as tight as normal which is supposed to help ease the pain.
Logan must feel my body loosening up as he holds onto my waist and I feel the head of his cock pressing against my opening.
It hurts, and I want to say stop, but I refuse to unless it becomes too painful.
Slowly, he begins to push himself inside of me, which increases the pressure and the pain.
Oliver quickly begins kissing me before I can say a word and begins to slightly buck his hips beneath me. Somehow, the sensation of him fucking my pussy lessens the pain that I feel from Logan entering me.
Before I know it, they’re both buried deep inside of me, and there is no pain. There’s just a complete sense of fullness, and it feels so good.
“Ohh,” I cry out in pleasure as the two of them begin moving inside of me.
They begin to work in a rhythm that allows one to push into me as the other pulls out of me, working both of my holes opposite of each other.
It’s better than any feeling that I’ve ever had from any vibrator or toy on the market.
And just when I think my pleasure can’t get any better, Oliver reaches down and takes my nipple into his mouth; sucking it and biting it which sends ripples of pleasure coursing through my body as both of them continue fucking me.
“Faster,” I say to both of them.
Logan digs his fingers deep into my hips and begins to fuck me faster from behind while Oliver presses his hands down on my shoulders, forcing himself deeper inside of me.
“Oh, God,” Oliver says as I feel his cock beginning to swell.
I know that he won’t last much longer; not with the way his cock is throbbing inside of me.
“That’s it, fuck me good,” I hiss.
I had no idea that those five words would send both of them into overdrive, but it does.
Within minutes, Oliver’s cock begins to twitch and jerk inside of me, and I can feel his warm seed spraying inside of me while Logan’s cock begins to pulsate as well.
Both of them come at the same time which is enough to push me over the edge. Unable to hold back any longer, I allow myself to let go and come all over Oliver’s cock.
Completely spent, I collapse on top of Olly while Logan eases his way out of me and leans back against the edge of the hot tub, panting and breathless.
“My, we have quite a naughty one tonight, don’t we?” Olly laughs. “You’re a lively one,” he says, rubbing his hand up and down my back.
“Oh, you have no idea how good that felt,” I admit as I glance over at Logan.
He can’t take his eyes off of me. They’re filled with lust and love, and it’s this moment when I know that we both enjoyed it.
Chapter 20
Logan
We didn’t get to sleep until after 4 AM this morning because when we finally came home, we had sex twice before going to sleep.
Something about last night set off something deep inside my brain, and I couldn’t get enough of her. It’s like we’d had sex for the first time even though we’ve been sleeping together since we were in college.
I just wanted to make her mine, over and over again. There was just this constant need to be inside of her, to feel her wrapped around me, and to come inside of her.
Ever since last night, all I want to do is imprint myself on her and let her know that she still belongs to me and that she’s my girl. Nothing will ever change that.
And now that we’ve had our night of fun, I can honestly say that I’m glad that it happened. The sex that we had when we got home was so passionate and raw. I can’t speak for her, but I think she felt it, too. There was so much neediness from both of us, the complete desire to reunite and strengthen our bond.
For a lot of other couples, something like this might have ripped them apart or ended their relationship, but not us. I could never end our relationship for something like that. Piper is my true love and means too much to me.
As I lie here next to her, all I can do is think about how lucky I am.
She’s an all-American beauty, and her heart belongs to me. I feel privileged to be her fiancé. We have the most amazing relationship that any couple could ask for.
Stroking her back with my fingertips, her eyes flutter open, and she dons the biggest smile. Even with smeared makeup and messy hair, she still looks beautiful to me.
“Good morning, gorgeous,” I smile back at her.
“Morning,” she replies. “How long have you been staring at me while I slept?”
“Not nearly long enough,” I kiss her cheek. “Are you hungry?”
She moans as she rolls over and rubs her eyes.
“Oh, I don’t know. I guess a little.”
I playfully slap her leg as she tries to pull the sheets up over her head.
“Well, get dressed. We’re going to go out to breakfast and take Deb with us, unless you want to ditch your friend again,” I tease her.
She pops up out of the bed with her mouth hanging open.
“Shit! I forgot about her. I’m such a terrible friend,” she scrambles out of bed trying to find her clothes.
I genuinely dislike when she puts clothes on. Her body is so perfect, regardless what she thinks.
“And a terrible fiancée. I’m so sorry,” she starts to apologize, but that’s when I stop her dead in her tracks.
I climb out of bed and wrap my arm around her waist as I use my free hand to put a finger over her lip to silence her. She couldn’t be more wrong. She’s perfect.
“Shhh,” I hush her. “I don’t ever want to hear you apologize for last night. We both had quite a bit to drink, and I don’t regret it one bit.”
Her lip begins to tremble as her eyes become watery and it kills me. I won’t let her regret it. She did—we did—nothing wrong.
“Hey,” I cup her chin. “Babe, what happened last night was magnificent. It was so hot, and I don’t want you to feel bad about it. Ford has a way with the ladies that no man has any right to, but somehow he can make himself look more appealing than he actually is. Last night was just a bit of fun, okay?”
She shakes her head and pulls close to me, forcing me to embrace her.
I know that right now she might feel bad about what happen
ed, but I don’t want her to feel that way. If it takes me standing here holding her against me all day to assure her that I still love her and that we’re okay, then that’s exactly what I’ll do. To hell with her friend and the rest of the world. I’m going to give her exactly what she needs.
“But—but it was your boss. For fuck’s sake, it was your boss. I can never show my face around him again.”
“No, don’t you dare talk like that. He’s probably already forgotten about it. It’s water under the bridge.”
I don’t dare tell her that I’m pretty sure this is the initiation process for becoming a partner at the firm. I don’t want her to feel cheap or used. I want her to remember it as a night of fun because that’s how I remember it.
Holding her against my chest, I pet her head and kiss her hair. She’s the most precious thing in the world to me, and I won’t let her feel any other way. I’m determined to convince her of this.
“But Logan, I told you how attracted to him that I was and how we had that secret meeting and everything. How can you not be mad at me?”
A chuckle escapes my throat before I can make myself stop. Sometimes she can be so dramatic about things.
“Pipes? Are you kidding me? Come here,” I pull her against me, holding her tighter. “Do you for one minute think that I believe that you only came to that party for him? For his benefit? None of what happened last night was planned. It just kind of….happened. You did what mattered to me—to us. That’s what you need to remember.”
She looks baffled and relieved. Staring up at me, her big doe eyes slowly begin to register that everything is okay and how much I love her.
“Did you know that I have the best fiancé in the universe? How did I get so lucky and get you?” she kisses my chest and nestles her head against me.
“Funny, I was going to say the same thing.”
I hold her for a few more minutes before the rumbling of her stomach breaks our silence and we both laugh.
“So, are you ready to grab your friend and go get some breakfast? Your stomach sounds like it’s going to eat itself.”