Chapter 2 – Chapter 2

In my admittedly biased opinion, Kristy was the sexiest bride who has ever walked down the aisle. Her natural beauty and highly charged sexuality radiated from her and you couldn't help but stare whenever she walked by.

Mrs. Kendall was not the least bit happy about the wedding dress Kristy had picked out. "It should be modest!" her mother protested. Her characterization was certainly spot in: it definitely wasn't modest. Kristy picked out an incredibly tight dress; there was a slit that ran from the bottom of the dress to less than a foot below her crotch, and her huge tits were barely contained by the strapless top. As much as Mrs. Kendall may have disliked it, the men in attendance loved it. Their lustful stares throughout the ceremony and during our reception were pretty obvious. I had to imagine that every one of them were fantasizing about fucking her brains out. Little did they know that our dream wedding reception would be one where every guy had a turn with her: free use and condom free.

As is the custom, the bride and father-of-the-bride had the first dance at the reception. Each dance move sent the bottom of her dress flowing open, revealing her white thigh-high stockings and garter belt. I was sporting a major hard on watching her, which I hoped would go down before it was our turn to dance.

Kristy whispered something into her father's ear, causing him to turn and glare at me. If looks could kill, I would have been more than six feet under. Kristy kissed him on the cheek and gently turned his gaze back to her. He would glance back at me with that same death stare throughout the rest of their dance, and each time he did Kristy would use her fingers to gently turn his gaze back to her.

"Let's hear it for the bride and her father!" the DJ announced as their song came to an end. Mr. Kendall gave Kristy a kiss on the cheek shot me one final glare, and then scurried off to the bar. From where I was sitting it looked like he may have been sporting semi-wood.

"And now let's give a round of applause for Mr. and Mrs. Donovan!!!" the DJ shouted. My erection had thankfully subsided, so I didn't show off a major tent pole as I got up from my chair. I took Kristy in my arms and we kissed, her tongue slipping into my mouth ever so delicately. We held each other close and started to slowly move across the floor as he played our song.

"I have a confession to make," Kristy whispered. I pulled her even closer, our bodies pressed against each other.

"Let me guess…you fucked my best man," I only half-joked. She had disappeared for most of the happy hour; knowing Kristy, it was a perfectly reasonable guess.

"No, there wasn't enough time to fuck," she smiled. She pressed her lips against my ear and whispered, "so I sucked his cock. And the cocks of all your groomsmen."

I knew Kristy well enough to know that she wasn't lying. And she knew me well enough to know that I loved hearing it. My raging hard on that was pushing into her upper thigh erased any possible doubt about that.

"You slut, I love you," I smiled before kissing her again.

"I love you, too, hon. But that's not what I had to confess." She paused briefly, "I told dad that I know about his visits with you." My heart practically stopped beating, but I kept dancing and tried to remain as casual as one could be after hearing news like that.

"That sure would explain the looks he gave me!" I answered. "What did he say?"

"Nothing," Kristy shrugged. "I just kept reassuring him that I didn't mind, that what he did was perfectly okay, and that I wouldn't tell mom."

"Well, I guess it's somewhat reassuring that he hasn't killed me yet," I chuckled as our song came to an end.

"I think it's going to be perfectly fine," she smiled. I got the sense that she wasn't telling me everything, but before I could probe any further she kissed me and left to mingle with our guests.

***

We picked Cancun for our honeymoon; only a handful of our friends knew that we were spending the two weeks at a swinger resort. Our flight was at 10 am the next morning so we decided to spend the night in the honeymoon suite at the same hotel that hosted our reception. The suite was massive and had an amazing view of the city through the floor-to-ceiling windows on one of the walls. A balcony ran the entire length of the wall with those windows, and I anticipated that the balcony would see some action tonight.

"Why don't you pour us some of that champagne while I get out of this dress," Kristy said as she kicked off her heels. She disappeared into the sitting room adjacent to the opulent bathroom. I pulled the bottle of complementary champagne out of the ice bucket and popped off the cork.

"Veuve Clicquot," I said as I read the label. I wasn't much of a champagne connoisseur, but I assumed it had to be good considering the price we were paying for the room. I poured champagne in one of the flutes and was about to pour the other when there was a gentle knock at the door.

"Did you call for room service?" I called out to the sitting room.

"Umm..something like that," she said cryptically. "Can you get it? I'll be right out."

Her answer left me understandably confused. I put the bottle of champagne back in the bucket and walked to the door.

This was the second time in one day that Mr. Kendall was on the other side of my room's peephole. He was looking around nervously as he waited for someone to answer the door. He knocked again, this time a little louder and with a little more urgency.

"Are you going to answer the door?" Kristy asked as she approached. She gently nudged me out of the way and looked through the peephole. She grabbed the door knob and answered my next question even before I asked it.

"When we were dancing I told him he could come by if he had a need for more of your…services."

And with that, the door sprung open. Mr. Kendall hurried himself into the room, brushing past the two of us. Kristy closed and locked the door behind her and walked towards the champagne. Mr. Kendall's eyes nearly bugged out of his head when he saw her: when she said she was getting out of her wedding dress, she meant it quite literally. She was wearing her white thigh-high stockings, a white garter belt, an impossibly small white thong, and a white lace push-up strapless bra that was so small that the top of her nipples were visible.

"They only gave us two flutes. You can have mine if you want, dad," she offered. He shook his head no and looked over to me, unsure about what to do next. Kristy said that he should come by if he wanted my services, so I assumed that's why he was there. I figured I would have to be the one to break the ice. I walked over to him and unbuckled his belt. He didn't push my hands away, so I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He still didn't resist. I knelt down before him, pulling his pants and boxers off as I did. His large cock sprung free and bounced as I lowered his pants to the floor. I helped him step out of them and knelt before him, that massive cock swaying in front of my face.

"Fucking hell," Kristy whispered, "you weren't kidding."

Mr. Kendall looked over at her and blushed. I wrapped both of my hands around his shaft and started to stroke ever so slowly. More blood flowed to his cock, making his already impressive dick even bigger. I pointed his cock upward and hovered my head above his upright pole; I let a long strand of saliva drip from my mouth and onto the head of his cock. I rubbed the palm of my hand in circles on the tip of his head, spreading my spit all over his big purple helmet. I drooled out even more spit, this time watching as it poured over his head and down the sides of his shaft. His cock, and my hands, were slick with my saliva and allowed my hands to slide effortlessly up and down the length of his dick.

Mr. Kendall started to rock his hips so he could fuck my hands. I placed a hand on his hips to stop him.

"Not yet, Mr. Kendall. Let's take our time."

I moved down lower, sliding my body underneath him and between his legs. I titled my head back and licked across his balls. I let go of his cock and felt the heft of his shaft rest on my forehead as I licked and sucked his nuts. I usually preferred men who shaved, but there was something positively intoxicating about Mr. Kendall's hairy ball sacks that I couldn't help but devour them. I slurped them in and out of my mouth, my tongue frantically licking them.

"Fuck, I love your balls," I confessed. "I need them in my fucking mouth."

Mr. Kendall grabbed his shaft and started to bounce it on my head. My dick spurt out precum as I felt him beating my head with his meat as my mouth made love to his balls. I was so turned on that I wanted to test Mr. Kendall, to see how open he really was to using my services. I moved out from under him and ran my tongue up his shaft, swirling it around his head. I worked just the head into my mouth so I could eat the precum that was pouring out of it.

"Why don't you sit on the edge of the bed, Mr. Kendall," I said as I knelt before him. He sat down and opened his legs, presenting his cock to me.

"Now lay down." Mr. Kendall paused for a moment, then tentatively laid back on the bed. I grabbed his hips and pulled him closer to the edge. I raised his legs up, causing him to elevate his ass above the mattress.

I looked over towards Kristy. She was sitting on a chair beside the foot of the bed. She had pulled her tits out of her bra and had a hand down the front of her thong, her fingers working in and out of her slippery wet pussy. I flashed her a smile before I lowered my head between Mr. Kendall's legs.

My tongue traveled from his precum-soaked head, down his shaft, across his balls, and settled on his hole. I had no idea how he would react, but I didn't care. I wanted to eat his ass and that's all there was to it. I traced circles around his anus and then rapidly flicked my tongue across it.

"Oh fuck yes, do it!" Mr. Kendall groaned. Those words were music to my ears. My tongue went to work, licking his hole, working its way in and out of him, his satisfied moans growing louder. I used my hands to spread his cheeks so I could wiggle my tongue even deeper inside of him.

Kristy was so turned on by what was unfolding before her that she couldn't just sit there. She moved over to the bed and sat next to him, her hand running up and down the inside of his thigh. Mr. Kendall reached down and grabbed her hand, moving it up his thigh and to his hard cock. She wrapped her fingers around him and started to stroke, her hand twisting as it moved up and down. She stared at his cock as she jerked him off, her pace slowing whenever she felt he was getting near orgasm.

I moved back from Mr. Kendall and saw Kristy working over her dad's shaft. She shifted her gaze to me and smiled as she pointed his cock towards me, offering his dick. I took the head of his cock into my mouth and pushed my head down, deep throating his cock. I lifted my head back off his cock and gave Kristy a kiss.

She took the head of his cock into her mouth and pushed her head down, deep throating his cock. She lifted her head back off his cock and gave me a kiss.

We kept alternating, passing his cock from one mouth to the other, keeping his dick down our throats longer and longer each time. It must have been torture for him as we kept edging his massive dick, not letting him cum, even though he kept begging us. I finally gave in.

"I want his cum," I whispered to Kristy before taking his head into my mouth. My cock danced all around it as Kristy stroked his cock as fast as she could. We could see his body getting tense as he was getting closer and closer to cumming. His hands gripped the sheets and his legs started to shake.

"FUUUUUCKKKKK!!!" he yelled out as loud as he could as his cock absolutely exploded, sending tidal waves of cum into my mouth. Kristy's hand kept stroking away as she milked his cum into me. I gulped and gulped, swallowing his thick, delicious, salty seed. I kept the last spurt in my mouth as Mr. Kendall's cock went limp and flopped out of my mouth. I placed my hand behind Kristy's head and pulled her towards me. I let his jizz spill out of my mouth and into hers as we kissed. We swapped it back and forth before she finally swallowed the load.

"Come here," she said as she helped me to my feet. She playfully pushed me back on the bed next to her father and helped me out of my pants and boxers. She slipped out of her thong and stared at the two of us laying before her, naked from the waist down. She climbed onto the bed and straddled me, her hand reaching down to my cock. She bit her lower lip as she lowered her soaking wet pussy onto my erection.

"Mmm, yeah, babe," she sighed as she started to ride my cock. She reached up and played with her tits as she bounced up and down, the bed creaking under the weight of the three of us. I looked to my left at Mr. Kendall, wondering what must be going through his mind. He was staring at Kristy as she sucked her nipples. I was in danger of cumming so I closed my eyes and tried to think of anything else…anything that would help me last longer.

It wasn't working.

My dick was leaking massive amounts of precum as I felt my orgasm approaching. Kristy could tell that I was about to cum, so she climbed off of me, denying me my orgasm. She moved to my left and straddled Mr. Kendall, hovering her dripping wet pussy above his crotch. I watched the both of them, wondering who would make the next move.

It was Mr. Kendall.

He reached down and grabbed his cock. Kristy raised herself up so he could guide his long, thick shaft inside of her.

"Mmmmmm, God," she groaned as he pushed all the way in. She hopped up and down on his massive member, her tits bouncing and her crotch slapping against his. Her riding was peppered with countless "oh god" and "holy fuck" groans as she rode him faster. I was about to stroke my cock when I thought I'd see just how far Mr. Kendall was willing to take our fun. I crawled up the bed and knelt next to his head and held my cock out towards him. He leaned his head forward and took me in his mouth.

"Mmmm, fuck yes," Kristy moaned as she watched her father suck my cock. She was bouncing on his cock so hard I thought the bed was going to break. "That's it…suck his cock!"

Mr. Kendall was doing a surprisingly good job of giving his first blowjob. He wasn't able to take me very deeply, but what he did have in his mouth…my God, his sucking and licking felt positively amazing. I reached behind me and started to finger my ass as I stared at my cock moving in and out of his mouth.

"Does it feel good, baby?" Kristy asked, her pussy grinding against his cock.

"Fucking amazing," I moaned. I could feel precum leaking out of me; he didn't skip a beat. He kept licking and sucking, bringing me closer and closer to cumming.

"Oh fuck…oh fuck…OH FUCK!!!!" Kristy shouted as a powerful orgasm coursed through her body. She squirted all over as her eyes rolled back in her head. With my cock firmly in his mouth, Mr. Kendall could only manage muffled grunts as he started to cum.

"Oh God yes, cum in my fucking pussy!" she moaned, squeezing her tits as she felt his warm cum shoot inside of her.

Seeing that the first load Mrs. Kristy Donovan would have on her wedding night would be from her father was all it took to set me over the edge. I let him know that I was going to cum and started to pull out, but his firm hand grabbed my ass and held me there. My thick load oozed inside of his mouth. Much to my surprise, and to Kristy's as well, he swallowed it all.

Kristy and I us collapsed on the bed next to him, totally exhausted, knowing that our night had just begun.