To Have And To Hold... In All The Wrong Ways
After four years of dating, high school sweethearts Dominick and his blushing bride Charlotte, tied the knot. Surrounded by friends and family, the wedding was glorious. The oak doors creaked open at St. Paul’s cathedral as a cool September breeze caressed Charlotte's porcelain skin, her white lace dress and veil flowed behind her. They walked down the church steps towards a shower of rice thrown by onlookers. The two newlyweds smiled and waved as beads of grain rained on the tops of their heads. Dominick’s family had arranged for a Cadillac limo to pick them up at the church. The driver stood there with the door open. “Congratulations. My name is Tom and I will be your driver tonight.” Charlotte smiled and climbed in. She sat next to her new husband. He looked at her with the dark mocha eyes she fell in love with. She usually loved the way he looked at her, but right now she wasn’t feeling very affectionate towards him. The entire day so far had felt like a dream, that is, until Charlotte realized that Dominick had not stopped drinking since the morning. He was usually good at holding his liquor, but she knew soon enough he was going to have to sleep it off.
“Hey honey. That was a good time, right?” mumbled Dominick.
“What’s that? Getting married? Yes love. So much fun,” she responded with disdain and the slight hint of sarcasm. Dominick pulled a flask from his jacket pocket and took a swig. “You want some?” he asked belligerently.
Tom looked at Charlotte disapprovingly from the rear view mirror. They made eye contact. Tom was very attractive with sapphire blue eyes, dirty blond hair, tall and in shape. “Everything alright, ma’am?” he asked sternly. Not really she thought to herself. “Yes, thank you,” she responded reluctantly. For the rest of the ride, Charlotte’s intrusive thoughts took over and she couldn’t stop thinking about Tom and how big his cock might be.
They arrived at the reception venue. “I will be waiting here by the car. If you need anything, anything at all. Please don’t hesitate to ask.” Dominick spilled out of the car. Charlotte sighed. “Thank you, Tom.” It was going to be a long night.
An hour into the reception and Dominick was visibly drunk. He staggered over to the traditional “Cutting of the Cake” and almost toppled it over. Charlotte stood in shock, wishing he could be sober just this once. It was turning into the worst night of her life.
“Hey, Charlotte. Are you ok?” She looked up and realized it was Dominick's best man, Frankie. Concerned, he could see she was upset. He secretly always loved her but was too shy to admit it.
“Not really Frankie,” she whispered. “He’s drunk and not paying attention to me,” she pointed over to her sloppy husband. She wasn’t usually the jealous type, but she watched as her husband threw himself all over her cousin Heather and some of the other wedding guests. He had forgotten that this was their wedding.
“I’m sorry Charlotte. You deserve better,” replied Frankie. “I’m here for you no matter what.”
He held her hand and gave it a small squeeze. She had always wanted Frankie, but the timing was never right. It was at this moment she realized she married the wrong man.
The reception wrapped up and all the wedding guests began to leave for the night.
“Let’s go Dominick.” Charlotte had enough. She was tired and had really wanted to consummate the marriage but that didn’t seem to be an option anymore.
Dominick grabbed Heather and gave her a long inappropriate hug. Heather’s husband drunkenly laughed and approved.
“Charlotte, come on relax. Have a drink with us,” demanded Heather.
How can I stay here with these people?
“I don’t feel good. I’m heading home,” she responded.
Dominick didn’t even react to Charlotte when she said this, making her heart sink once again.
“May I join you? My car won’t start,” called a voice from the shadows. It was Frankie.
Charlotte’s pulse began to race. It wasn’t her place to say yes to Frankie, especially not in front of guests. But god how she wanted him to fuck her tonight. She was upset and felt awfully spiteful.
“Sure, take care of her, will ya Frankie?” yelled Dominick. Frankie laughed. Charlotte’s belly fluttered with excitement. She was to be accompanied by two handsome men in the car tonight.
“May I?” Frankie held his arm out for her and they interlocked with one another and walked outside.
“Hello, ma’am. Where’s the mister?” asked Tom.
She didn’t know what else to say but the truth. “He’s not coming. I think he’s going to fuck my cousin.” She stepped into the car. “This is Frankie. He’s Dominick’s best man. He needs a ride home.”
Wild thoughts filled her imagination. The three of them together, limbs intertwined, two cocks inside of her tight holes. Charlotte wanted both of these men but how could she tell them that?
With her thoughts wandering freely, she grazed her fingers along her nipples through her lace gown. Little moans escaped her mouth as she tilted her head back and closed her green eyes. She softly bit her bottom lip hoping she wasn’t being too loud but Frankie noticed. He reached over and grabbed her hand. Her cheeks turned red. She didn’t know he had been watching her and honestly she didn’t care. Taking hold of his hand, Charlotte guided it under her dress. She pushed his fingers up against her black lace underwear, the wetness from her pussy dripped through. He rubbed harder and faster feeling her throbbing clit. Frankie grabbed Charlotte’s jaw with his free hand and they passionately kissed. Tongues caressed and breaths exchanged. They were crazy for each other.
Tom could hear all the passionate sounds coming from the back. He knew what was happening and liked that he was part of their intimate moment. He wished he could join in. “I’m sorry to interrupt. May I please have your address, Frankie?”
For a moment the two of them had forgotten where they were. “310 Lafayette Avenue,” stuttered Frankie. Charlotte giggled while he talked and unzipped his pants. She reached in and pulled out his huge cock. Arching over his lap, she attempted to swallow his entire shaft. Slurping and jerking while hoping Tom was enjoying it from the front too.
“Ok sir we will be there in about 5 minutes.” Tom started rubbing his own cock through his pants. He couldn’t contain his excitement. Charlotte’s moans got louder and Frankie stuck a finger inside of her and began sliding it in and out as she kept sucking his fat cock.
They arrived at Frankie’s place which was a street over from Dominick’s. Tom walked around the car and opened the back door. Charlotte’s dress was hiked up, and she clumsily adjusted it. As she exited the car, she came face to face with Tom’s massive member. He had forgotten to zip up his pants.
“Frankie, is it ok if I take care of this gentleman too?”
Both men looked at Charlotte with shock and intrigue.
With excitement in his voice Frankie said, “Let’s all go inside.”
Frankie led the way. They walked inside the quaint Cape Cod house and headed upstairs to the master bedroom. They approached the large bed up against the window and the men took turns kissing Charlotte. Frankie reached behind her dress, unclasped the buttons and pulled the zipper down. The gown fell and puddled around her ankles. Tom pulled her black panties down and licked her huge clit, sucking in all of her juices. Her heavy breasts dropped down and each man grabbed a handful, sucking her pink nipples. Almost in unison, they pulled down their pants and took off their shirts. She grabbed a hold of their hard cocks and started stroking them. She dropped down on her knees and put both of their throbbing dicks in her mouth. She held them together and licked side to side from Tom to Frankie. They were in heaven. Frankie grabbed Charlotte’s head and began fucking her mouth. He was just about ready to cum but wanted Tom to have a shot too. “Put it in her there,” he directed Tom. “She feels so good.”
Tom let her wrap her juicy lips around his cock and began to thrust. She gagged and choked looking up like the good little wife she was.
Tom picked Charlotte up off the floor and brought her over to the bed. He laid on his back and she mounted him, riding him slow and steady while Frankie watched them.
“Come on baby,”she said as she spread her ass cheeks. “There's another hole waiting to be filled.” Frankie crawled onto the bed and spit into her tight pink asshole. He pushed the tip in gently, gliding it inside. He had never done anything like this before but this was the best sex he had ever had.
“Fuck baby, you are so tight.”
Rhythmically they swayed, fucking each other faster and harder. The three of them were glistening with beads of sweat. Charlotte screamed as both cocks disappeared inside of her. Frankie pulled her back as he thrust deeper into her gaping hole. Tom grabbed her white tits, sucking the nipples as she rode him.
She couldn’t hold it in anymore. “I’m cumming,” she shouted. Her pussy gripped Tom’s cock and her asshole pulled Frankie’s cock further in.
Feeling her tightness, Frankie released his huge load inside of her pink asshole. He grunted and slowed down the stride. Tom could feel Frankie inside of her and all of the cum dripping all over him made him feel ravenous. He grabbed her by her tiny waist, quickly pumping her dripping hole and then exploded deep inside her trembling pussy. Cum was pouring out from all of Charlotte’s holes; she stayed on all fours while both men stood back and watched her from behind massaging their balls. It was mesmerizing.
The three of them cleaned up and Charlotte decided to stay for the night. Tom bid them farewell and promised he would be back again for seconds.
“Now I know why you were the best man,” she joked. He knelt down at her feet. “You let me fuck you like that all the time, I’ll be your slave.” She gave him a gentle pet on his head.
“That’s a good boy.”