Wedding day secrets
Picture the situation .....
Bride, groom, and best man standing at the alter. Church full of family and friends celebrating the love story of 2 young people.
The three people at the alter, however, have secrets that nobody else in the church knows ....
The best man has been fucking the bride for months. That is their secret. BUT .... the bride has no idea that her husband to be knows all about it. That's his secret arrangement with the best man.
Let me take you back a year. At 18, Barbara and I were engaged and living in a small rented flat, saving up for a house deposit. Barbara was far more sexually experienced than I was. She had told me that she lost her virginity a "number". of years earlier to an older boy. Since that, she had confessed to having numerous partners including some "one off" fucks with older married men. That shocked me at first. I had only fucked 2 girls up to that point. But there was something about her previous slutty behaviour that exited me. I found it hard to understand why the thought of her being fucked by other men turned me on. This wasn't normal surely! But I couldn't change the fact that it did.
Barbara was a very pretty girl. Long dark hair and a slightly freckly face, I would describe her as a "tits and bum" cuddly type, with 34DD tits (which she loved to display), curvy hips and a lovely round ass which looked fantastic in tight clothes. It was easy to see why men would be attracted to her. She was very enthusiastic with sex, loved riding cock and would happily talk very dirty when turned on.
My future best man, Phil, was a friend from school days. Phil was a great guy. Taller than me at 6ft 1, he had a quiet but confident personality. He was good looking and had an athletic body, with an impressive hairy chest ( I was naturally smooth) , something I was a little jealous of!! Phil had almost qualified as an accountant at that point. Barbara and Phil got on well. She was a natural flirt and would sometimes make him blush by sitting on his lap and jokingly put her arms around him.
When Phil and I went out drinking, however ,he would always end up making comments about her after he'd had a few. Especially if we went back to his house for some vodkas at the end of the evening. Phil was obsessed with her tits. He loved talking about them, saying how much they bounced when she walked across the room .... how he could see the shape of them when she leaned forward in a low cut top .... I began to have thoughts about Phil and Barbara, naughty sexual thoughts that I shouldn't have had. But there was no doubt that the thought of Phil fondling and sucking her tits sent my mind into overdrive.
One evening, Barbara was out with friends and Phil and I were drinking in our flat. Talk once again got around to Barbara's tits, but this time he asked me to describe her nipples ( he'd never gone this far before). Feeling brave with the drink inside me, I told him I had naked pictures of her in the bedroom. Phil was speechless for a few seconds. "SERIOUSLY?" he said, with a look if both shock and excitement on his face .... I smiled, got up and went into the bedroom, and returned with an envelope containing 7 Polaroid pictures.
I handed the envelope to Phil. With a look of disbelief, he opened it and took the photos out.
The photos were not just of her tits. They were full naked pictures, a smiling Barbara lying on the bed, some with legs open. And one on her knees, looking back at the camera with her ass in the air and tits dangling.
Phil was quiet as he slowly moved from photo to photo , his glazed eyes taking in every detail. Eventually he held up the one with her on her knees .... "That's fucking fantastic" he said, quickly returning his eyes to the picture. You can borrow it if you like I said. Phil's face said it all ... The sheer excitement of having a wank looking at a naked Barbara was very obvious. "Cheers mate" was all he could think of saying. He put the picture into his jacket pocket, and I put the rest away in the bedroom.
It's funny, because Barbara used to joke about the landlord coming in when we were out and finding them. It made her giggle. She jokingly would sometimes leave a pair of her knickers on the bed " he would love that, dirty ol' man" she would say, laughing in a sexy way. I wondered how she would react if she knew what Phil had taken home tonight.
A few days later I called at Phil's house. I asked him if he had enjoyed the photo .... He laughed and said what do you think! Later that evening, after a few drinks he started talking about Barbara, saying how gorgeous her body is and how "any man" would love to fuck her. I said to him " does that mean YOU would love to fuck her?" Phil was hesitant, "look mate" he said "she's your girlfriend and you're engaged to her. I don't want to disrespect you or her". I said " just be honest with me. I really don't mind the truth" ...." anyway I know you want to fuck her. It's obvious!!" Phil smiled, and then nervously said " well she's gorgeous. If course I would love to fuck her" .....
After a few moments, I said " then you must go for it. Fuck her tomorrow when I'm in work. She's home alone all day"
Phil was speechless again ... Then he nervously laughed and said "stop messing around, I'm getting too excited" I said" I'm not joking Mate, you can have her if you can get her knickers off" ..... after another short silence I added " you may think it's strange, but the thought of you and her fucking each other actually turns me on "
Phil responded " mate, if you are genuinely ok with it ..... " "Yes, I am" I replied. "But you will have to persuade her to let you have her. She mustn't have any idea that I know anything about it" ..... Phil stood up and gestured to shake my hand. " ok, I accept that challenge" he said, with a look of excitement and anticipation on his face. We had yet another large vodka to toast the arrangements.
The following day I was up and out early , I was travelling some distance for work, and wouldn't be home until late. In my mind was the obvious .... Would Phil try and fuck her? Would she let him?? The thoughts were intense and erotic, my mind was buzzing all day. And in the days before mobile phones or internet, I wouldn't know until I could see Phil next the following evening (as I knew Barbara wouldn't say anything, either way).
I got home late that night. Barbara was asleep and there were no clues if anything had happened. Until I noticed that the washing basket was empty. It was never usually empty in the night. My mind started racing ... maybe she has washed her underwear, her skirt? Maybe there was spunk on her top .....
I would find out the next evening ....
After work the next day, I went straight to Phil's house. It wasn't far from our flat, which was handy for our drinking sessions. He opened the door but I couldn't tell from his expression. We went into the living room and opened a beer. PhiI didn't say anything at first, but I couldn't wait any longer!! "Well??" I said ... " did it happen? did you fuck her?". Phil looked awkward, glancing around the room in silence for a few seconds that seemed like ages. Finally he spoke.
I hope you're still ok with this ..... because YES, I fucked Barbara yesterday afternoon. We had coffee and were chatting as we normally would. I made a comment about the short skirt she was wearing, I said it shows off your great legs. She laughed and said "you think I have great legs? You've never said that before" .... So,I knew this was my chance and I had to go for it. I got up and sat next to her on the sofa. I looked into her eyes and said " it's not just your legs. I think your gorgeous and you have fantastic tits" ..... She laughed like it was a joke, but then there was a silence ..... She stopped laughing and just looked at me. I leaned forward and kissed her lips. Our faces stayed close together .... then she moved forward and kissed me, slowly, but the kiss continued and became a proper passionate kiss, her tongue pushing into my mouth and I responded .... We undressed each other and she lay back on the sofa. I got on top of her, feeling her tits and kissing her. I reached down and rubbed her pussy before pushing my cock into her. It was a wild, fast, passionate fuck.... I have to admit I came inside her. I hope you are ok with that..... and, well, the whole thing. Phil went quiet, waiting for me to say something.
For once, it was me who was speechless. An incredible feeling of excitement and nervousness at the same time, knowing it had actually happened. All I could think of saying was " so it was quite easy to get her knickers off then?" Phil looked unsure what to say.
Finally he answered. "Well if I'm honest, yes, she was easy I suppose. It didn't take much as I have told you. I made the first move, but it was Barbara who responded straight away with the kiss. She definitely wanted it"
Again Phil looked towards me with a nervous, serious look, waiting for me to answer. To be honest I was in Dreamland, my mind rushing in all directions and trying to speak at the same time. I picked up my beer and moved across the room and sat next to Phil.
"Phil, what can I say. You have done what I asked you to do. I set you up with the challenge to fuck Barbara, I didn't know if she would let you but I suspected she would. I have absolutely no problem with any of it. In fact I'm massively turned on by what you and her did yesterday. And I know you think that's odd, but that's the way it is with me.
And anyway, I continued " you must be pleased because you always wanted to fuck her, you always dreamed of feeling her tits and now you have had her pussy too. And still there's lots more to come. I want you to continue with this.i want you and her to be lovers, I want you to fuck each other at every possible opportunity. I want you to have every part of her, I want you to make her body yours whenever you get the chance. BUT ..... She must NEVER KNOW that I know.
Phil smiled, we touched beer cans and said cheers.
And that situation continued to our wedding day ( and beyond )
Comments welcome.
Bride, groom, and best man standing at the alter. Church full of family and friends celebrating the love story of 2 young people.
The three people at the alter, however, have secrets that nobody else in the church knows ....
The best man has been fucking the bride for months. That is their secret. BUT .... the bride has no idea that her husband to be knows all about it. That's his secret arrangement with the best man.
Let me take you back a year. At 18, Barbara and I were engaged and living in a small rented flat, saving up for a house deposit. Barbara was far more sexually experienced than I was. She had told me that she lost her virginity a "number". of years earlier to an older boy. Since that, she had confessed to having numerous partners including some "one off" fucks with older married men. That shocked me at first. I had only fucked 2 girls up to that point. But there was something about her previous slutty behaviour that exited me. I found it hard to understand why the thought of her being fucked by other men turned me on. This wasn't normal surely! But I couldn't change the fact that it did.
Barbara was a very pretty girl. Long dark hair and a slightly freckly face, I would describe her as a "tits and bum" cuddly type, with 34DD tits (which she loved to display), curvy hips and a lovely round ass which looked fantastic in tight clothes. It was easy to see why men would be attracted to her. She was very enthusiastic with sex, loved riding cock and would happily talk very dirty when turned on.
My future best man, Phil, was a friend from school days. Phil was a great guy. Taller than me at 6ft 1, he had a quiet but confident personality. He was good looking and had an athletic body, with an impressive hairy chest ( I was naturally smooth) , something I was a little jealous of!! Phil had almost qualified as an accountant at that point. Barbara and Phil got on well. She was a natural flirt and would sometimes make him blush by sitting on his lap and jokingly put her arms around him.
When Phil and I went out drinking, however ,he would always end up making comments about her after he'd had a few. Especially if we went back to his house for some vodkas at the end of the evening. Phil was obsessed with her tits. He loved talking about them, saying how much they bounced when she walked across the room .... how he could see the shape of them when she leaned forward in a low cut top .... I began to have thoughts about Phil and Barbara, naughty sexual thoughts that I shouldn't have had. But there was no doubt that the thought of Phil fondling and sucking her tits sent my mind into overdrive.
One evening, Barbara was out with friends and Phil and I were drinking in our flat. Talk once again got around to Barbara's tits, but this time he asked me to describe her nipples ( he'd never gone this far before). Feeling brave with the drink inside me, I told him I had naked pictures of her in the bedroom. Phil was speechless for a few seconds. "SERIOUSLY?" he said, with a look if both shock and excitement on his face .... I smiled, got up and went into the bedroom, and returned with an envelope containing 7 Polaroid pictures.
I handed the envelope to Phil. With a look of disbelief, he opened it and took the photos out.
The photos were not just of her tits. They were full naked pictures, a smiling Barbara lying on the bed, some with legs open. And one on her knees, looking back at the camera with her ass in the air and tits dangling.
Phil was quiet as he slowly moved from photo to photo , his glazed eyes taking in every detail. Eventually he held up the one with her on her knees .... "That's fucking fantastic" he said, quickly returning his eyes to the picture. You can borrow it if you like I said. Phil's face said it all ... The sheer excitement of having a wank looking at a naked Barbara was very obvious. "Cheers mate" was all he could think of saying. He put the picture into his jacket pocket, and I put the rest away in the bedroom.
It's funny, because Barbara used to joke about the landlord coming in when we were out and finding them. It made her giggle. She jokingly would sometimes leave a pair of her knickers on the bed " he would love that, dirty ol' man" she would say, laughing in a sexy way. I wondered how she would react if she knew what Phil had taken home tonight.
A few days later I called at Phil's house. I asked him if he had enjoyed the photo .... He laughed and said what do you think! Later that evening, after a few drinks he started talking about Barbara, saying how gorgeous her body is and how "any man" would love to fuck her. I said to him " does that mean YOU would love to fuck her?" Phil was hesitant, "look mate" he said "she's your girlfriend and you're engaged to her. I don't want to disrespect you or her". I said " just be honest with me. I really don't mind the truth" ...." anyway I know you want to fuck her. It's obvious!!" Phil smiled, and then nervously said " well she's gorgeous. If course I would love to fuck her" .....
After a few moments, I said " then you must go for it. Fuck her tomorrow when I'm in work. She's home alone all day"
Phil was speechless again ... Then he nervously laughed and said "stop messing around, I'm getting too excited" I said" I'm not joking Mate, you can have her if you can get her knickers off" ..... after another short silence I added " you may think it's strange, but the thought of you and her fucking each other actually turns me on "
Phil responded " mate, if you are genuinely ok with it ..... " "Yes, I am" I replied. "But you will have to persuade her to let you have her. She mustn't have any idea that I know anything about it" ..... Phil stood up and gestured to shake my hand. " ok, I accept that challenge" he said, with a look of excitement and anticipation on his face. We had yet another large vodka to toast the arrangements.
The following day I was up and out early , I was travelling some distance for work, and wouldn't be home until late. In my mind was the obvious .... Would Phil try and fuck her? Would she let him?? The thoughts were intense and erotic, my mind was buzzing all day. And in the days before mobile phones or internet, I wouldn't know until I could see Phil next the following evening (as I knew Barbara wouldn't say anything, either way).
I got home late that night. Barbara was asleep and there were no clues if anything had happened. Until I noticed that the washing basket was empty. It was never usually empty in the night. My mind started racing ... maybe she has washed her underwear, her skirt? Maybe there was spunk on her top .....
I would find out the next evening ....
After work the next day, I went straight to Phil's house. It wasn't far from our flat, which was handy for our drinking sessions. He opened the door but I couldn't tell from his expression. We went into the living room and opened a beer. PhiI didn't say anything at first, but I couldn't wait any longer!! "Well??" I said ... " did it happen? did you fuck her?". Phil looked awkward, glancing around the room in silence for a few seconds that seemed like ages. Finally he spoke.
I hope you're still ok with this ..... because YES, I fucked Barbara yesterday afternoon. We had coffee and were chatting as we normally would. I made a comment about the short skirt she was wearing, I said it shows off your great legs. She laughed and said "you think I have great legs? You've never said that before" .... So,I knew this was my chance and I had to go for it. I got up and sat next to her on the sofa. I looked into her eyes and said " it's not just your legs. I think your gorgeous and you have fantastic tits" ..... She laughed like it was a joke, but then there was a silence ..... She stopped laughing and just looked at me. I leaned forward and kissed her lips. Our faces stayed close together .... then she moved forward and kissed me, slowly, but the kiss continued and became a proper passionate kiss, her tongue pushing into my mouth and I responded .... We undressed each other and she lay back on the sofa. I got on top of her, feeling her tits and kissing her. I reached down and rubbed her pussy before pushing my cock into her. It was a wild, fast, passionate fuck.... I have to admit I came inside her. I hope you are ok with that..... and, well, the whole thing. Phil went quiet, waiting for me to say something.
For once, it was me who was speechless. An incredible feeling of excitement and nervousness at the same time, knowing it had actually happened. All I could think of saying was " so it was quite easy to get her knickers off then?" Phil looked unsure what to say.
Finally he answered. "Well if I'm honest, yes, she was easy I suppose. It didn't take much as I have told you. I made the first move, but it was Barbara who responded straight away with the kiss. She definitely wanted it"
Again Phil looked towards me with a nervous, serious look, waiting for me to answer. To be honest I was in Dreamland, my mind rushing in all directions and trying to speak at the same time. I picked up my beer and moved across the room and sat next to Phil.
"Phil, what can I say. You have done what I asked you to do. I set you up with the challenge to fuck Barbara, I didn't know if she would let you but I suspected she would. I have absolutely no problem with any of it. In fact I'm massively turned on by what you and her did yesterday. And I know you think that's odd, but that's the way it is with me.
And anyway, I continued " you must be pleased because you always wanted to fuck her, you always dreamed of feeling her tits and now you have had her pussy too. And still there's lots more to come. I want you to continue with this.i want you and her to be lovers, I want you to fuck each other at every possible opportunity. I want you to have every part of her, I want you to make her body yours whenever you get the chance. BUT ..... She must NEVER KNOW that I know.
Phil smiled, we touched beer cans and said cheers.
And that situation continued to our wedding day ( and beyond )
Comments welcome.
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