“What if I told you to fuck me?” Jake asked.
He was as surprised at himself as the other two seemed to be at him for asking the question. Jake thought it was a fair question since he was participating in the fetish with them. Sarah didn't answer though, she just looked at his dick throbbing against his tight jeans and licked her lips.
“Baby, will you give this man a lap dance or what?” Sam broke in.
The question went unanswered as Sarah mounted Jake and started grinding on his dick. For a while, when the lap dance got especially intense, Jake lost track of time. When Sarah leaned over and bit his lower lip, pulling it before letting it slip through her teeth, he forgot all about Sam being in the room. When the lap dance ended as suddenly as it had begun, after Sarah had spent precious moments tenderly rubbing her big tits in Jake's face and trying to get a grip on his cock through his jeans, Jake didn't know what to do. He didn't want it to end but knew that if he asked her to continue, or to go even further than continuing without consent of her partner, that the relationship, along with his friendship with Sam, might be completely and totally destroyed to the point that there was no way they'd ever be able to stitch all the pieces of themselves back together again. But Jake didn't ask Sarah to continue. Instead he sat quietly and listened to Sam prattle on about how hot it had been.
“Oh my God! That was the best thing I've ever seen! Jake, tell me, how was it when you saw the study door crack and all of the sudden you knew! I could see on you're face that you knew! I mean, how was it though? Did you think it would happen like it did or was this all a complete surprise to you?”
Jake didn't know what to say. He wondered if this was how he would feel during the speech tomorrow if he choked up and instead of speaking just stood in front of hundreds of people with his glass raised in an ever failing to launch toast. But finally he found some words, even though they weren't the ones he would have chosen in the perfect situation where he would have had all of his wits about him.
“Is that would you did with your best friend? Or did it go further and then just spiraled out of control?”
Right after he'd spoken he knew he'd said something shouldn't have, he could tell by the look on Sam's face, like something in the carpet had suddenly become sharp and tickled his foot the wrong way.
“I mean,” Sam started, then stopped. “I mean, yes. Pretty much that is exactly what was going on. I mean, they weren't supposed to have sex when I wasn't around. That was a rule. And I guess they'd just decided that the rule didn't matter at all.”
Jake nodded and tried to think of something to say that would make things better, but then gave up.
“Listen,” he said. “Can you call me a cab quick? I'll see you tomorrow at the wedding, all right?”
He was thankful that Sam was so willing to pay for the cab up front so they'd bump him to the top of the waiting list. As the cab pulled away from Sam's cookie cutter mansion he wished that there had been a way for him to wiggle out of having to come to the wedding at all, much less be the best man. He also wondered, but only for a moment, why in the world a woman as hot as Sarah was doing with Sam. He knew, though. He knew that Sarah was with him because of his money and future earning potential. And why shouldn't she be if he's going to let her do whatever she wants? But she had just fucked that up, though, and she had acted like she knew she was in trouble during the lap dance—at several points she'd looked over at Sam for approval before going forward any further.
When Jake got to his hotel he passed out with his clothes on. He woke early in the morning, hung over, wishing he wouldn't have to don his uniform in a few hours to help Sam marry a woman that had just been grinding her pussy on his crotch the night before.
The wedding was packed with people and Jake was already slightly too drunk. But not way too drunk, or even drunk enough that he was worried about fucking up the speech. But drunk enough where he knew he should at least slow down his drinking.
“How are you, young man?”
It was another old veteran, all hunched over and using a walker to get around, extending a gnarled hand out to Jake in thanks for his service.
“I'm fine, sir,” Jake said. “And I want you to know that I appreciate all you and your generation did for this nation. I know that we haven't lived up to our promises to you older veterans and I want you to know that I'm very sorry that the VA continues to let so many down.”
The man thanked Jake and continued on his way with his equally adorably old wife.
“Man, everyone is loving the shit out of you right now.”
It was Sam, who Jake could tell was already drunk.
“Where's the bi guy at?” Jake asked. “You went to the trouble of telling all the good ole boys in town at the bar about how he likes the dick on occasion, and told me that I'd have to get hit on him a bunch, but he's nowhere to be found!?”
“Look at you! Already tipsy and having a good time!” Sam said with a belly laugh. “Listen, he's right over there. See him? Well, it looks like he saw you because here he comes, making his way over. And you know what? He'll have some good news for you. At least I hope.”
Sam strode away without any further explanation. Jake shook his head and wondered what kind of weird game Sam was playing now, and if he wanted anything to do with it. What kind of guy was Sam, anyway? It seemed more and more that Jake really didn't know anything about him, like he'd suspected the night before. The Sam that he'd known in high school had been a good hearted kid that had never tried to pull a fast one or play a mind game with anybody. He'd been the kid who'd pick up trash in the hall and throw it away, even if it might make him to class. Those were the kinds of things that had made them friends so many years ago. But that was a long time ago now, and Jake knew that people changed. Parts of friendship sometimes required that old friends get more leeway in their seemingly eccentric ways because it might just be them changing.
Jake had just started to try to parse out his sober thoughts from his drunks thoughts on how he was feeling deep down about the status of Sam and his friendship when Brian walked up and grabbed his crotch.
“You like that, soldier boy?” Brian said. “My name is Brian, by the way. The 'bi' guy that our fat, red little friend told you about. I guess I'm supposed to be some kind of super aggressive dude to you, so here it is.”
Jake batted his hand away and looked around quickly to see if anyone had seen. It would be really hard to get people to take his speech seriously if they thought he might be fucking another one of the groomsmen behind the grooms back, and maybe literally behind everyone's back who was here, in some back room tucked away.
“What the fuck,” Jake whispered. “You need to cool it before someone thinks something weird is going on.”
“New friend,” Brian said. “Everyone already thinks something weird is going on because Sam couldn't keep his mouth shut about Sarah cheating on him. So there's that. And also that Sarah is kind of known for running around town behind Sam's. But it was happening so much and then stopped so suddenly that people started to wonder if Sam hadn't given it the OK and then pulled the plug later.”
“Sam said you had something for me? Or that you were going to tell me something?” Jake said. “I can't remember exactly right now but I bet you have a good idea of what he might be talking about.”
“I do, actually,” Brian turned and glanced around this time.
Jake took the moment of silence in conversation to study Brian. He was a mid-twenties guy with a slim build and nice smile. He didn't have any jewelery on, and even though his hair was long, curling locks it wasn't messy or greasy. He looked like the kind of guy girls fall in love with at first glance, before he even has a chance to offer to buy a drink.
“Well what is it?” Jake asked softly.
“Don't freak out when I tell you this,” Brian said as he leaned toward Jake conspiratorially.
Jake nodded in consent.
“All right, well, as you know,” Brian started. “Sam has a th
ing for watching guys with his girl, thinking about guys with his girl, and even sending his girl over to other dudes houses for a night of getting her pussy pounded.”
Jake didn't say anything, and instead just looked at Brian like he'd better be going somewhere good with all of this.
“OK, so stay with me. Sam, our mutual friend of strange sexual tastes, wants yourself and I to have a bisexual threesome with his wife. He says that it's the only way that you can fuck his wife. And that if you don't go along with it he'll be very deeply offended.”
Jake was stunned.
“I was joking about that last part,” Brian said with a laugh. “He said that if you don't want to it's all good. But you won't get to fuck Sarah any other way but this way.”
“All right,” Jake said without hesitation and with conviction.
Brian led Jake to a back room of the event center the wedding was taking place at, on a couch squeezed in a room with a bunch of props,. There wasn't much pomp or fan fair, not that Jake needed any. He'd just come to think of Sam as a little eccentric and wondered if things would get any stranger, like some kind of therapist being there to watch and maybe take notes or ask the participants questions about their feelings.
“All right,” Brian said as they entered the room. “Keep an eye out for things to hit your head on or stub your toes against. This place is pretty cramped back here. I checked it out earlier this week thought it was a little tight but Sam insisted it happen before the vows, so this is the place it has to happen at.”
The small room was long, but not deep. Still, the things that filled it—chairs, props, fake trees, art supplies—had all been stacked up so once you entered the room you couldn't see to the back. But when they finally maneuvered to the back of the room they found Sarah laying naked on the couch with a wicked grin on her face as she tweaked her own nipples.
“I'm so glad you decided to join us,” Sarah said to Jake.
“Hang on a second,” Jake said. “Brian you said you stopped by last week or something, to see this place? How long has this been planned out?”
“For about a week,” Brian said as he stripped out of his clothes. “But for a second I thought it wasn't going to happen because of what went down . . . you know what I'm talking about.”
“Oh, don't make it awkward,” Sarah said. “Sorry my husband has all these rules and can't just let me get fucked when I want to. No, it can only happen when he's there. He wants to watch and touch himself like a little perverted leprechaun.”
Both of the men laughed loudly at this.
“Hush now!” Sarah said. “We can't get caught back here.”
Jake stripped off his clothes and watched Sarah start to suck Brian's dick, tugging on it and running her tongue along the underside.
“Well come join me, soldier,” Sarah said.
“I'm actually a Marine, not a soldier,” Jake said.
“Are you a Marine that sucks dick?” Brian asked.
“I guess I am today,” Jake said.
He got on his knees by Sarah and they took turns sucking Brian off. Jake had a lot to learn, that much was obvious to everyone, even Jake. But luckily Sarah was right there to give him pointers and to help demonstrate how it should be done. She giggled as Jake gagged and coughed when he tried to deep throat Brian's throbbing erection and couldn't fit it down his throat.
“What else do you want me to do?” Jake said. “When to I get to fuck Sarah?”
“Not until I fuck you in the ass,” Brian said.
Jake didn't know what to say. Sarah let her hand drop from Brian's cock and let it fall to Jake's cock, giving a few tugs and rubbing the head before playing with his balls.
“I guess,” Jake said. “If that's what has to happen.”
“Well does, army boy, so why don't you bend over the couch,” Brian said.
Jake obeyed and felt Brian slide up behind him, parting his ass cheeks to let a dollop of lube slide down his ass crack to his asshole where Brian's waiting fingers massaged it around.
“Have you ever been fucked in the ass before?” Brian asked him.
“No,” Jake said. “I can't say that I have. How does it feel?”
“Well,” Brian said as he slid the head of his cock into Jake's ass. “You're about to find out.”
Jake felt himself seemingly transported to a world of intense pleasure as Brian worked his big, throbbing cock in and out of his asshole. He couldn't believe how good it felt, and he wondered how in the world he'd never tried it before. He'd been missing out on so much fun for all these years. Jake was just thankful to know now as he rocket into clouds of ecstasy as he felt his asshole stretching over Brian's rigid cock. Jake felt like he could feel every little detail of Brian's rock hard erection, from the veins to the crown of his cock head that he'd pull out to push right back in again every few minutes. Finally, after what felt like the best sex of his life, Jake could tell that Brian was getting close.
“Oh, you fucking little army slut. Fuck yeah. Take my fucking dick, army slut. I know you want my fucking dick, don't you? Don't you fucking want it? Tell me you want it you little fucking bitch. God damn it tell me!” Brian said.
“I want it, I fucking want it!” Jake said. “Please fuck me harder. Please, please, I'm begging you, fuck me harder! All I want you to do is fill me up with your hot spunk. Please fill my ass up with your semen. I want it so bad.”
Jake couldn't believe what was coming out of his mouth but he also knew that if he didn't help talk Brian off that he might end up only getting fucked in the ass because of lack of time to fuck Sarah.
“I'm coming!” Brian said.
Jake could feel Brian's cock pulse inside of him, filling him up. Jake loved it. When Brian was done Jake turned and give him a peck on the lips.
“Thanks for that,” Jake said. Then turning to Sarah. “All right, someone has to do something about this hard on.”
Sarah leaned back, cooed, and spread her legs. Without wasting a second Jake was between them, eating her pussy before raising up to slid his boner into her hot snatch. His dick was so fucking hard he could hardly believe it, and Sarah's cunt gripped it so good that he thought he might come right away. Luckily he was able to get her to hold still until he calmed down a little bit.
“God, watching you two fuck is so hot,” Brian said. “As soon as I get hard again I'm going to fuck you in the ass while he fucks you.”
Jake was to busy pounding Sarah's little cunt while squeezing her big tits to answer. He was loving every second of it, so turned on from getting fucked in the ass he almost didn't know what to do with himself, except keep fucking Sarah as hard as he could.
“Get up and bend over,” he told her.
Sarah got up and let her chest rest on the cushions of the couch while her knees were on the floor.
“Like this?” she asked so innocently and sweetly.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” Jake said as he slid into her pussy from behind and squeezed her tits while he fucked her hard and deep.
Jake really started building his tempo to a crescendo, so that their bodies slapping almost drowned out the sound of Sarah moaning like a whore. Just when Jake was afraid he would come he started to pull out only to find Brian's dick at his ass again. Jake tilted his ass up in the air and moved his ass backward so that Brian could get it in easier. When Brian had slid all the way into his ass Jake turned his attention back to Sarah, who was on her back again.
“Fuck my ass, baby,” she said.
Jake's dick was so hard he knew that he was going to come soon. He couldn't think of a better way to come than in Sarah's ass. What a turn on it would be to go out and give a speech after the vows having jut filled up her little, delicate asshole with his hot jizz.
“Fuck me, Jake,” Sarah raved. “Fuck me army man. I want you to explode your fucking dick in my ass like a God damn hand grenade. I want you to come so fucking hard I feel your jizz filling me up from the inside. Fucking give it to me baby. Come in my ass!”
Brian's thrusts were speeding up and his breathing was becoming more ragged and erratic. Jake could tell that Brian was getting close to blowing another load in his ass.
“Are you going to come in my ass again, Brian?” Jake said. “Are you going to come in my fucking ass again?”
“Oh yeah, army slut,” Brian said. “I'm going to fucking fill you up all the way to the brim with my hot man spunk you fucking slut. God damn I love fucking your ass. It feels so fucking good! Fuck!”
Jake felt Brian's ass start to pulse seed into him again. He loved it, every second of it, and before he knew what was happening Jake was coming in Sarah's ass.
“Oh, fuck yes,” she said. “Come in my fucking ass, please God, come in my fucking ass right now! I fucking love how you fuck me like a dirty little whore that I am! Fuck yes! God damn it fuck yes! I love it so fucking much!”
Jake couldn't stop coming. He came and he came, but even after Brian had pulled out of his ass, he didn't stop for quite some time. When he was finished he gave Sarah's nipples a few more tweaks and stood up.
“I need to get ready for the wedding!” Sarah said.
She threw on a robe and ran out of the small room.
“There is a wash room down the hall, I think that's where she's headed and where we'll head in a few minutes,” Brian said. “Thanks for being such a good sport about all of this. I felt kind of bad about all the rules, but that's how Sam wanted it.”
“Good ole Sam,” Jake said shaking his head and they both laughed.
Later, after he'd watched the vows get exchanged and their first married kiss, Jake took center spotlight to deliver his speech.
“Hey everyone,” Jake said. “I'd like thank everyone for coming to the wedding. I've had a blast so far, and I hope you have as well. There is obviously a lot I could say about these two over here who've just tied the knot, but rather than speak long as the wind I'd rather be brief, because like Shakespeare once said, brevity is the soul of it!”
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