Arriving back home that Monday (Wes and Cara were married on Saturday), I was still completely horny from my encounter with the now married Wes.  Our interactions that weekend had been friendly, albeit slightly tense.  I wanted to let him know what we did was just a gesture between friends—a send off if you will.  To this day, I wonder if his wife is able to get him off as I did.  Since he and I have not talked about it, I guess I will not know. 

            When I arrived back home, I had nothing to do since I had the week off from work.  Monday all day I thought about our encounter and rubbed off several times.  It was that hot.  I tried to recall every second of the encounter, since to me that would be one of the last times I would get any play (I, despite all desire to the contrary, suffer from those dry spells quite too often).  Although I do not prefer one-night stands, I knew better than to think I would ever suck Wes’s magnificent cock again.  Oh, I relished the thought!  I can’t recall now, but I think I might have jerked off again later that week before the next wedding in which I would stand, still clinging on to my encounter with Wes as if it were my “Rosebud.”

            So Thursday of the same week was rehearsal dinner for the next wedding.  I had gotten my tux rented before I flew to Florida, so went with the groom and some of the groomsmen to pick them up Thursday afternoon.  My buddy has some attractive friends; one in particular I had a crush on for some time (the groom and I also went to college together, as did a couple of the other groomsmen—I went to a great school!), but in the back of my mind I knew that it was a near impossibility for me to have more than one encounter a month, let alone a week.  Worse, I knew the kid (Chris) was straight as they come.  So I acted up my machismo and focused on other matters.

            At rehearsal, I took a keen interest in none other than the maid-of-honor, Kim.  I guess it’s time for full disclosure: I like both men and women, with a slight preference for guys.  If that makes me gay and confused, so be it.  If it makes me straight and confused, fine.  If it makes me bi, that’s cool too.  I wonder how many men share the same sentiments.  All I know is that I like sex with girls and feeling breasts and I like feeling guys and sucking dicks.  There.

            Kim was really cute, a slightly taller version of her sister, with freckles, red hair and striking blue eyes.  She was sexy to me—B-cups, a rounded ass set off by tight jeans and best of all, she carried herself with a grace that few women my age tend to have.  We were introduced then and stole glances at each other throughout the rehearsal and the dinner.  I could not tell if she was interested in me, happy for her sister, or she had the glow women tend to have around wedding time (regardless of whether it’s their wedding).  She was very sexy…

            The wedding was early evening on Friday and in attendance was Mike, one of the groom’s high school buddies who I knew slightly.  While I was living in another city, I met him when I visited the groom’s hometown.  Cute black guy, but many of the attendees were attractive, so I made nothing of it.  All the bridesmaids were cute, but only Kim made her dress look divine.  Her hair was up, and I could almost feel the softness that was the nape of her neck.  She smiled wonderfully and held back tears of joy.  Something is so sensual about a woman in complete control yet vulnerable at the same time…

            We hopped into two limos that whisked us off to the park to snap photos.  I made every effort to stand next to Kim.  I guess looking back at the pictures it was kind of obvious that I had a thing for her.  After the photographer lost inspiration and the sun began to wane, the limos took us to the banquet hall for dinner and the party.  Taking absolutely no clue from the Thursday prior, I hit the bar immediately.  I mean if weddings aren’t the time to celebrate, then when is?  I made nice with the bartender, Angel, and he continued to hook me up.

            Now Mike was sitting across from me at dinner and I know he was looking at me with in a way that caused butterflies.  I was definitely being checked out.  I had a couple drinks by this time, and my inhibitions were clearly lowered. Kim was at the head table, but alas, my back was to the head table.  I was of course concerned that I was not at the head table with her, but since it was a ten top, I knew that most of the wedding party (parents excluded) could not sit there.  Dinner came and went, and everyone headed to the dance floor or back to the bar.

Now I must say, I can be the life of the party, but played low-key this wedding because it was not my time to shine; it was all about the new husband and wife, and they seemed so terrifically happy.  Everyone was getting hammered, the DJ started spinning new hip-hop upon the groom’s request, and everyone headed to the dance floor.  I didn’t take the bait and hung out at the bar.  I’d danced a bit before and needed refreshments.  Not too long afterward, Mike strolled up next to me.  We started to chat about our last meeting and what we’d both been up too since last we met—simple small talk.  The tension was building at this point between he and I, but I went off to look for Kim, although I was not above staying there and flirting with him.  I found her, and we danced a bit before she ran off with the bride and girls.  I could tell she was a bit gone too—she was flushed and awfully giggly.  So sweet.

The party done, the couple wanted everyone to head over to a club to finish off the evening.  The crowd of twenty-somethings was large, so we all had to queue for cabs.  As my luck would have it, Mike, Kim and I all get into the same cab.  I was sandwiched between the two and the cabbie is yelling at us, asking where we’re headed.  Kim smelled like fresh peaches; her hair was down and she was leaning over me talking to the cabbie through the little opening in the glass.  Taking a leap of faith and clearly emboldened by Southern Comfort, I reached around Kim and squeezed her toward me, you know, so she could talk to the cabbie better.  All the while, I felt Mike breathing heavily awfully close to my neck.  I turned to see him staring at me as the cabbie pulled off, heading in the cryptic directions Kim just gave.  She must have turned and saw me looking at Mike and in a swift movement as if a trained gymnast, she pivoted onto my lap straddling me, her breasts in my face, and purred “What are you two doing?”

Seconds later, as if in a dream, she added, “looks like fun” and stuck her tongue down my throat. So ready but so not, I kissed back as if she and I were alone.  I was aroused the moment she sat on my lap.  Moments later, Mike started to kiss me softly on my neck as I kissed Kim and grinded her waist toward my crotch.  His breath on my neck and the softness of his lips got me even harder.  Kim, sensing my arousal, began gyrating against me.  I kissed her for an eternity, steadily getting aroused by these two beautiful people. 

Was this really happening?  Kim and I stopped for a minute to catch our breath.  I directed her to Mike and they started kissing while she sat on my lap.  I slowly realized there was a hand moving across my lap that was not mine or Kim’s.  Mike had managed to position his hand so he could feel up Kim’s dress and rub my dick at the same time.  I moaned in pleasure, and started to massage Kim’s wonderful breasts as she kissed Mike and I watched.  Soon, Kim sat back up and said, “This is SO hot” as Mike and I leaned toward one another.  Taking our cue from the excited look in her eyes, Mike and I locked lips and made out while Kim moaned us on, rubbing the back of our heads.  I meanwhile took a strong interest in Mike and managed to get my hand down his pants.  I felt his semi-hard cock and knew instantly it was larger than mine.  I am most sure my mouth watered at the thought of sucking him dry.  I went back to kissing Kim and with my other hand felt the moistness of her panties.  I was so fucking hard at this point.

  By this time we were near enough to our destination, but did not want to go; we had our own party to attend to.  Mike leaned forward and gave the cabbie directions to his apartment, and we proceeded to kiss, grope and fondle in the back of the cab for another six minutes until we got to Mike’s house.

Going through the back entrance we headed to Mike’s room.  Kim made a beeline toward the bathroom and Mike and I wasted no time removing our clothes, making out and rubbing one another.  We were shirtless by the time Kim returned, and were still making out when she stepped next to us.  Mike and I were facing one another, his soft mouth on mine, tongues dancing, hard cocks banging, when I could feel Kim begin to undo my tuxedo pants.  I turned slightly toward her but never took my mouth off of Mike.  Next I knew, I felt my boxer briefs fall and my throbbing cock was in the mouth of the maid-of-honor.  I giggled at the thought of this scenario.  How something like this moment only happened in my wildest fantasies.  My dick pulsed.  I reached around her head, slowing bobbing on my dick, and undid Mike’s pants with his help.  Kim turned to help him out of his boxers, and we stopped kissing and stood side-by-side to make it easier for her.  Seconds later, Mike’s dick, easily an inch longer than mine was in Kim’s mouth, as I looked down at her in a lust beyond imagining.  She grabbed my dick and slowly started to stroke, the foreskin and saliva she left helping the workout.  I stepped out of my pants; Mike followed suit, not interrupting this beautiful, masterful woman.  I leaned over, turned Mikes chest toward me and began nibbling on his nipple, licking his smooth chest and massaging his back.  Kim had switched back to servicing me, and with one hand gently massaged the back of her head as I returned to kissing Mike.

It’s a good thing alcohol slows me down from cumming; it’s a bad thing that it does not slow it down that much.  The way Kim stroked and sucked would have had me explode in a manner of seconds.  She felt so warm and welcoming and perfect.  Feeling myself nearing climax, I pulled her up and began to kiss her, unzipping her pink dress.  Mike led us to the bed and I was the first to sit.  Mike sat next to me, stroking his own big cock and we watched Kim step out of her dress and with a quick snap, undo her bra.  Her breasts were perfect, as I imagined.  I started to stroke myself, staring at her.  It had been months since I was with a woman, that I couldn’t help but reach out to her, pull her close and begin to suck her nipple as if the nectar of the gods was there.  As I pulled her toward me, Mike, so quick and swift, planted his face in my crotch and picked up where Kim left off.  I did not think that this night would get any better. Whereas Kim was soft, gossamer-like in her approach, Mike was voracious and hungry.  He cupped my balls as I cupped Kim’s ass, moving his head up and down as I milked both of Kim’s breasts.

Soon Kim stepped around the bed and slipped off her panties.  She made me lie down and Mike continued to work his magic.  I lie back on the bed, and repeating her gymnast moves, Kim straddled my face and in a knee-jerk reaction my mouth and tongue were working the most carefully trimmed, delicious red-haired pussy I have ever tasted.  She tasted like sweat and salt and that peach spritz girls get from Bath and Body Works. I feasted.  I reached up to massage her back and breasts, never straying from the task at hand.  I worked her soft pink lips and rosy clit.  Oh, how she moved!  I’m feeling my dick throb in Mike’s mouth at the thought of her sweet pussy.  Oh, how she moaned!

I was on sensory overload—getting sucked off by a guy who clearly knew what he was doing, and I was smelling and licking pussy like I had never done before, I was hearing moans of delight.  Kim was moaning away, dancing on my face as I reached down and tried to stop Mike as I was so close to jizzing.  He wouldn’t stop.  I mumbled  “I’m gonna cum” and squeezed to stop it from shooting.  “I’m gonna CUM,” I yelled out, and I knew he heard because he kept going and Kim turned around to look.  With one final down stroke, I exploded in Mike’s mouth and he swallowed every ounce. 

Kim continued to gyrate on my face as I quivered, my dick still rock hard.  I licked away, sticking my tongue and fingers in and out of her, much quicker now that I came.  She arched her back and began to shake.  Softly I liked and sucked her pussy as she moaned and shook.  “YES!!” she yelled, and wiggled her hips on my face.  Mike was still playing with my dick, stroking it as it was still solid as steel.  She then rolled off of my face and went down to Mike, and in one of the hottest things ever, Frenched kissed him hard.  Just the thought that she could taste my semen in the mouth of another man kept my dick rigid.  I wiped my mouth and watched as she slid him back onto the bed and began to suck him off and stroke my pulsing cock at the same time.  Mike and I, now side-by-side, started to tongue once again, and to taste me in him and her in me, I found my nirvana. 

He must have been stroking off a good while as he blew me, cause it would be moments before he said he had to cum.  Kim, the trooper all-star took every last drop, and crawled on top of him.  He kissed her in the most passionate “thank you” kiss I have ever witnessed and she rolled to his left side and proceeded to sleep.  We all did.  It was the best rest of my life to that point.

Mike and I were not finished.  When we got up in the morning, Kim was gone.  She had taken a cab home while we slept.  We were both naked, slightly hung over and had the sex afterglow.  Mike was on his back and had slight morning wood.  He was dozing; I could tell he was not fully awake yet.  So I grabbed his cock and he didn’t move.  True to form, I did what comes naturally.  I pounced on his cock and felt it swell in my mouth.  Now I could feel what was special about this man—it was supple yet hard, curved slightly up and felt sublime.  He roused to see me working his dick, and grabbed my back, signaling by beloved 69.  I of course was hard as granite at this point and gladly obliged.  He blew me again, and it did not take long before he and I came, and like a champ, I swallowed, relishing the taste of him.

The next afternoon was the brunch after the wedding.  Neither Kim nor Mike where there, so I had to field all the questions solo.  “Where’d you guys go?” “What’d you all do?” “ I thought I saw you with Mike and Kim last night…”  I couldn’t even begin to explain.

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