“Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you the Bride and Groom!”

It was the DJ who made the announcement as the obligatory first dance came to and end. Samantha parted from Chris slightly and as he swayed slightly on his feet that if she let go of him, he would fall over. “Fuck,” she whispered, just loud enough that Chris lifted his head for a second, meeting eyes with her. She waited for him to object to her thoughts but instead, his eyes glazed over, and in that moment, she realised that any first night activities had gone up in a puff of smoke.

Guiding Chris back to the top table, the only table that had remained as the venue had switched from the post wedding meal to the evening entertainment. Samantha did her best to hide from the onlookers just how drunk Chris was. He slumped into his seat, his head lolling backwards almost as if he was unconscious, then with a jerk of his body, Chris sat upright and stared at the drinks on the table. Reaching for one, he picked it and sniffed the contents before pouring it down his throat.

“Great,” Samantha mumbled to herself as she took the seat to the side of Chris. Looking out over the dance floor she forced a smile as her eyes cast over the guests. Thankfully, most of them were too drunk themselves to notice the fact that on her wedding night, her new husband had turned into such a pathetic flop.

Then, at the back of the room her eyes fell on the one guest who Samantha knew she could talk to about such things. After all, the families may have objected to her being a bridesmaid and so she had only been there as a low-ranking guest, but August had provided so much advice about the night. Samantha watched as her friend, dressed in a low-cut black dress that seemed to only just cover her ass. She was sat on the lap of one of the two black guys she had brought with her as a plus two, a concession Samantha had made in an effort to apologise for her not being a bridesmaid. Their skin colour clashing with the glowing white skin of her friend.

August looked up as if she realised, she was being watched and her eyes met with Samantha who could instantly feel her friend’s sympathy for her predicament. Giving a nod of her head, the other woman indicated to Samantha that they should go outside and talk. Samantha acknowledged the suggestion with a nod of her own and then, taking one last look around the room she rose from the chair. Smoothing down her dress with her hands in the process and checking that nothing was overly ruffled, Samantha looked down and found her gaze greeted by her enormous, pale white, breasts. The dress had been low cut, one of a number of suggestions that August had made in preparation for the day.

“If you’ve got it, flaunt it,” had been August’s suggestion to Samantha on the day that she had picked out her wedding dress. She was supposed to have gone with her bridesmaids but, in reality she trusted August’s opinion more and her friend had flown in especially for the event. Even though only days before Samantha had made the difficult phone call to confirm that there was no way August would be part of the Bridal party.

“Screw them and screw anyone else who thinks I’m not good enough.” August’s response during that phone call had instantly relaxed the now newly married Samantha and had only reinforced her belief that she wanted her friend to be involved as much as possible.

Walking through the doors to the garden, that moments earlier August had left through, Samantha thought about all the other things that her friend had guided her in. How best to achieve the smooth pussy that the porn stars had, how to train her body so that she could take extra large insertions and an intense pounding. Even the advice that Samantha had taken on board most nervously, “don’t wear knickers, the suspender belt and stockings will frame you perfectly for him, he’ll want to fuck you all night.” It was a conversation that the two of them had shared while walking round a high-end lingerie store during the same shopping trip where she had chosen the dress.

“Really?” Samantha had found herself asking that day, only for August to smile and give a nod that suggested she was speaking from experience.

As her eyes adjusted to the darkness of the garden, Samantha cast around looking to see where August had gone. Suddenly, a movement near the bushes off to her right caught Samantha’s attention and following the sound she saw the glint of white from August’s eyes and teeth. Holding up her dress slightly so that it would not drag through the dirt, Samantha stepped lightly, fearful that her heels would dig into the grass as she approached her friend. “He’s too pissed for anything?” the question caught Samantha off guard, but the straight talking was exactly what she had expected from her friend.

“Yeah, despite promising me that he would stay sober enough to give me the night of my life.”

“I didn’t expect anything less than what has happened, if I’m honest.”

Feeling a stab of pain in her already fragile emotions, Samantha realised that her eyes were welling up slightly at the comment. “Really? You brought me out here to rub it in that you knew he would get shit-faced?”

“Yeah,” the comment stung like August had just slapped her across the face and Samantha, now feeling furious at the one friend she thought she could trust turned to walk away. Before she could leave though a hand caught her on the arm, “shhh, come on,” August said as she pulled Samantha back towards her. “In truth, if you’re not hurting you won’t be able to take your revenge.”

“You think I should get revenge?” Samantha felt emotions tumbling and spinning inside her, “is that what you have wanted throughout, for me to get one over on Chris?” In the dark, Samantha could just make out that August was thinking about how best to answer the question. “If you dislike him so much, why did you let me marry him?” As she spoke, Samantha could feel a growing anger inside her, and anger that was aimed at both Chris and August and she had no idea how to stop it.

“Shhh babe,” August finally tried to regain control of the situation and Samantha felt a mixture of hope and confusion as she prayed that her friend would rebalance the situation. “You know what men from our part of the world are like, they fuck, and they drink, and they don’t give a damn about whether you enjoy it or not. I really hoped that Chris would turn out to be different, that in getting married he would grow up a bit.”

“But he hasn’t, has he?”

“Clearly not, but why should that spoil your first evening as a wife?”

“In case you hadn’t noticed, he’s not exactly in a position to do his duties as a husband tonight and I am so prepared for him as well.”

A noise behind Samantha caught August’s attention and she watched carefully over her friend’s shoulder as a young couple staggered out into the dark. Giggling and fondling each other as they disappeared off into the dark. “Come here,” August said, pulling Samantha in for a hug as she suddenly became very aware of how they could easily be overheard. “Tonight,” August whispered in Samantha’s ear, “after everyone is back in their rooms, come and find me and I will provide all the entertainment you need.”

“Really? And what if I don’t want that as a solution?”

“Come and see what I am offering, you’re under no obligation to buy if you don’t like it.”

Samantha pulled out of the embrace so that the two of them could look at each other, their eyes meeting. “You’re not going to screw me over or anything?”

“Babe, when have I ever let you down? Remember that party with the three guys and the chat about anal? What happened when you became uncomfortable?”

“We left.”

“Exactly, so if you don’t want what I offer tonight, then that is fine but…” August smiled as her eyes seemed to flash wickedly, “if you do, I promise you that your first night as a wife will blow your mind.”

 

Three hours later, Samantha found herself in the bridal suite. She sat in the chair at the end of the bed and watched her new husband as he slept in his suit on top of the sheets. So drunk that he was neither he nor Samantha were unable to undress him. Inside she felt a conflict that came from the offer that August had made. Was she really capable of betraying her husband on their wedding night?

Reaching forward, Samantha grabbed her mobile phone as it sat on the small, elegant white desk to her side and unlocking it, she hurriedly typed a message. “What should I do?” Then, pressing the send button, she watched for a few seconds until eventually a little tick appeared to confirm it had been sent.

Staring at the phone, Samantha waited for the response but even though it must have been only a couple of minutes it felt like hours. Then, with a vibration, the phone indicated that a reply had been received. Opening it, Samantha read it, re-read it, and then stared at it. “It’s not my place to tell you what to do but everything is planned, and I am waiting for you X.”

A snuffling sound, like a pig rooting through mud came from the bed following by a loud snort as Chris rolled over in bed. The noise was enough to settle Samantha’s mind and rising from her seat she headed for the hotel room door.

Walking along the corridor and down two floors, Samantha soon found the door to August’s room and feeling apprehension at what she was about to do, she knocked. Her hands shaking slightly with nerves as she did so. There was a delay, long enough that Samantha wondered whether she should knock the door again but just as she was about to the handle clicked and turned. The door opened to reveal August stood on the other side, now dressed in a see-through black crop top and an accompanying skirt. Samantha marvelled at the sight as it was clear August was completely naked beneath the outfit. In fact, the outfit was so see-through that Samantha was able to see a Queen of Spades Tattoo just above August’s clitoris.

“That’s new,” Samantha said, nodding towards August’s hips as she stepped into the room.

“I had to complete a few challenges to earn it, but I had so much fun in the process, remind me to tell you some time.” Samantha stepped further into the room as August closed the door and immediately her eyes were drawn to the sight inside. To her left, lying on the bed, the sheets covering his lower half but his top bare and muscle bound, lay the guy who August had been sitting on at the party. While directly opposite her, dressed in a t-shirt and bulging boxer shorts sat the other, a thinner and yes somehow more toned man compared to the first.

“This is Mike,” August indicated, pointing towards the man in the bed, “he’s technically my boyfriend at the moment while this.” August pointed towards the man with the bulging boxer shorts, “is Tim.”

“Hi,” Samantha said to each of them in turn as she felt herself blush slightly. “So, if Mike is your boyfriend, who is Tim?”

“Tim?” August seemed to be surprised at the question for a moment, “well he’s just the biggest god damn cock I have ever taken.”

“And Mike is cool with this?”

“Ask him,” as she spoke August pointed towards her boyfriend, her face spread in a smile.

Samantha, shocked at the open way August was speaking glanced towards Mike, her mouth dropping open in shock as she did so. In response, Mike simply smiled back and then, without any hesitation pulled back the sheets to reveal his own enormous member. “August needs treating in a particular way,” he commented, “that is always easier when there are two of us.”

Finding herself frozen to the spot, Samantha could only stare in shock at the size of Mike’s manhood. “You think he is big, wait until you see Tim.” It was August who had spoken, whispering into Samantha’s ear as the two of them stood at the end of the bed.

Turning to face August, Samantha blushed again, “I take it you are offering Tim to me tonight then?”

A smile crossed her friend’s face, “oh no, I’m not offering you Tim.”

“Oh!” Samantha felt her body freeze, afraid that she had upset her friend and misunderstood what was happening. “I better go then as I seem to have got things wrong.” At that Samantha turned towards the room door and took a couple of steps before August could catch hold of her.

“Wait, I’m not offering you Tim, I’m offering you both of them.”

The statement made Samantha stop in her tracks and she turned round to stare at the two men. “Both of them?”

“Yes.”

“And what are you going to do?”

“I have a date… in another room.”

“A date?” Samantha studied her friends face for a moment, “you have a date with someone else?”

“Yes.”

“Who?” For a moment, August looked awkward and Samantha realised that she did not want to answer the question. “Come on, who?”

“Your Uncle Tommy.”

“My Uncle Tommy? Dirty old pervy Tommy? The one who is pushing sixty and has a twenty year old girlfriend?”

“That’s the one.”

“What? Why? How?” Samantha found herself shocked at the thought that her best friend was going to sleep with her Uncle Tommy.”

“Because I have before.”

“You have before? Oh, that’s alright then…” Samantha was speaking sarcastically and felt her voice raising slightly as she spoke.

“Alright, thanks.”

“No, no, no, of course it is not alright, you just admitted that you have slept with my Uncle Tommy before, when?”

August sighed at the interrogation, but she knew, having kept it from Samantha for all these years that she needed to admit it. “When I was eighteen, fresh out of school and before we became close friends, when you were friends more with my little sister and still at school.”

“And what happened?” Samantha was very demanding as she spoke, but she needed to know even if it ruined all the other plans for the night.

“How do you think I got into my lifestyle? I was introduced by your Uncle Tommy, he taught me so many tricks and introduced me to the right people. Then, as I grew into myself, we drifted apart. I haven’t seen him for years, but it will be nice to catch up on old times.”

“How did I not know this?”

As August gave a shrug of her shoulders, Samantha felt as though her friend was just dismissing the matter as unimportant. “I need to know, how did I not know this?”

“Umm,” August replied, she was at a loss as to how to explain the fact that Samantha did not know what had happened. The only friend with whom she shared everything and yet she had not shared this one tiny yet important morsel of information about herself. “I can’t explain it, I had split up with him before our friendship developed and, well, I guess it just never came up as something to talk about before.”

“But you’ve told me in the past about the fact that there was a man who introduced you to this world and you never felt it appropriate to tell me it was my Uncle?”

“I’m sorry, we can sit down and talk it all through one day but right now,” August nodded over her head towards the two men in the room. “There are two hung, black guys who want to give you the night of your life.”

Following August’s gaze, Samantha turned round to see that Mike and Tim were both staring at her, lust filling their eyes. “OK, we can talk again,” Samantha said as she felt a sudden urge to explore these two black men, but August had already left. The door giving a gentle click as it closed behind her.

Rising from his seat, Tim smiled as he walked towards Samantha. “So,” he rubbed the sides of his mouth with his fingers as he approached, “you want to have fun with me and Mike?”

“Mmm mm,” Samantha replied without really saying anything as Tim placed his hands on her shoulders. He pulled her into an embrace and as their lips met in a first kiss, Samantha felt Tim’s hands wander around her body and towards the zip at the back of her dress. There was a passion in the kiss that Samantha had not felt previously with Chris and she wondered if that was because her husband was normally drunk at such times.

Either way, the touching of tongues, the intensity of the moment, was such that Samantha surrendered to Tim and as the zip lowered along the length of her spine, she made no complaint. “What do you think Mike?” asked Tim as he stepped back from Samantha and watched as with a little wiggle of her hips the dress fell towards the floor. The two men stared at the now exposed bride, her massive, unclothed boobs seeming to hang in mid-air. Beneath, the slight roundness of her stomach gave way to a white suspender belt and stockings which framed a smooth and freshly waxed pussy.

“Bring her over here,” it was Mike who spoke, and Samantha looked at him and realised that his cock was growing quickly. The lust that she felt inside at the sight of a naked Mike meant that Samantha made no complaint as Tim guided her onto the bed. She knelt on it before falling forward and crawling towards Mike’s black stick. Poking out her tongue, Samantha spread her legs so that she could lower her body while still remaining on all fours until the head of Mike’s penis entered her mouth. It tasted amazing and Samantha wondered about how many times it had filled her friend’s holes.

Slowly, Samantha drew her lips up and down along Mike’s length while she marvelled at how much bigger he was than Chris. Inside she wondered about all those stories she had heard about black guys and why white men like her husband were considered beta in comparison. While behind her, Samantha felt the bed shift slightly and then she realised that between her legs there was movement. Removing Mike from her mouth for a moment, she wanked him gently with a hand as she looked down and watched. Between the upturned valley created by the mounds of her chest, Samantha could see Tim. He was lying on his back, staring up at her, as yet, untouched labia while using his hands he pulled her hips towards him. For a moment there was a rough sensation as his tongue slid along her outer labia, up and over her clitoris removing the hood in the process. Followed by the touch of warm breath from his mouth and the wetness that came from his lips as he placed his lips against her.

Samantha could only gasp at the feelings that Tim created, a sharp in take of breath making it impossible for her to return to sucking Mike’s dick. For a moment, she watched and moaned as Tim worked his magic on her cunt and then, as if her hips had given way, she pushed her pussy down onto Tim’s face so that he could truly dine on her body.

Recomposing herself, Samantha lifted her head again and as another moan escaped her lips, she took Mike back into her mouth. The three of them lay like that for what seemed like an eternity, Samantha feeling like she was on the edge of orgasm the whole time while wondering how Mike had not yet blown his load. Eventually though, she realised that she needed something to truly trigger her orgasm and lifting her body up she crawled up the bed until she squatted over Mike, just short of his cock. “I need you,” she gasped as with one last effort Samantha slipped forward, lifting herself up and over her lover’s length.

Gently, she slipped down and as Mike entered her hole, Samantha felt the first wave of orgasm explode within her. It washed up and over her body and she could feel her chest flush read in the process as her vagina, now wetter than it had ever been opened itself up to consume Mike’s penis. For a moment, she sat there, not moving, enjoying the pleasure of the orgasm and then, slowly she started to grind herself back and fore on her new lover.

The feelings inside were intense and Samantha wondered how much more pleasure her body would be able to take when she realised that Tim was now stood in front of her. His crotch, directly level with her face, bobbed gently with the motion of the bed as Samantha rode Mike. Looking up, she noticed that Tim was staring down at her with a smile on his face, “you want me to find out what is in your pants?” she asked.

Tim nodded, “yeah bitch, I want you to pull our this monster,” he grabbed his still covered cock in the process and shook it, “and I want you to suck the whole thing down.”

Returning her attention to Tim’s groin, Samantha ground down hard on Mike for a moment as she raised her hands towards the waist elastic of Tim’s boxers. She tugged on them gently and they slid part way down until Samantha could see the base of his cock. The base alone looked massive and she wondered about what possibilities were held within.

“Go on babe, pull it out.” It was Tim moaning above her and Samantha glanced up to see that he had thrown his head back in expectation of the pleasure that was to come. Reaching under the waist band with one hand, Samantha lifted his length while with the other she pulled the boxer’s down to his knees. What appeared, she could only think of as a thick, black, snake as it slowly came free of its prison. Weighing it in her hands, Samantha studied its size before, raising it slightly, she fed it into her mouth.

Tim’s monster continued to grow in size as Samantha fed it into her mouth and then down her throat and she wondered how deep August could actually take it. Reaching out with a hand, Tim placed it on the back of Samantha’s head and gently at first, he started to push himself in and out of her mouth.

In many ways Samantha felt trapped, impaled on one large cock while another even bigger one choked her but in reality, she realised, there was no desire to escape on her part. Instead, Samantha wanted to satisfy both of these men completely, taking their cock deep into her until they were both sated.

Suddenly, Mike grabbed Samantha by the hips and with a twist he threw her off and across the bed. She landed with a bounce and looked up to see that Mike was already springing onto his knees from where he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her onto all fours. His cock bobbed up and down as he took hold of it and fed it into her from behind, pushing deeper into her than he had been as his hips bucked so that he thrust in and out at speed.

Quickly, Samantha found a second orgasm building inside her as Mike fucked her in this position, his balls slapping against her clitoris repeatedly until unexpectedly they tightened. It was a signal, Samantha realised that Mike was ready to release and as he thrust into her his cock exploded and thick streams of cum spilled forward into her. The sensation of Mike cumming was enough for Samantha and she screamed with her own orgasm as he filled her.

Breathing heavily, the two of them collapsed onto the bed and for a moment Samantha forgot that Tim was still in the room, unsatisfied. It did not take long for Tim to remind her though as he stood over Samantha’s head and dropped the weight of his cock onto her face. Turning her head, Samantha looked up to see that Tim’s length rested across her forehead and eyes. “My turn,” he commented as he put his arms under Samantha’s and pulled her up into a sitting position.

“How would you like me?” Samantha asked as she surrendered completely to his demands.

“Balcony.”

“OK,” Samantha replied, climbing to her feet and letting Tim lead the way. He opened the curtains and the door behind them before stepping out into the fresh air. It was not a warm night, but the temperature was bearable Samantha realised as she stepped outside to the sensation of her nipples hardening in the cool air.

Tim placed Samantha against the railing, pulling her legs open so that he would be able to take her from behind. Then, lifting his cock, he rubbed the head against her labia and Samantha realised that Mike’s spunk was going to help ease this new lover into her.

It became clear to Samantha that Tim was not as gentle a lover as Mike as he thrust himself into her without concern for whether it would hurt. Below Samantha felt a slight pain as she stretched open, but this quickly subsided to pleasure as Tim took Samantha’s body as his own plaything.

As Tim pushed into Samantha her head poked over the railings, her mouth open and her throat vocal in the pleasure that she was receiving. In the process she realised that below, on the ground floor, a couple of wedding guests were still gathered. They looked up and in the gentle glow of light in which they sat she could see the smiles on their faces as they watched one of the hotel room guests being fucked.

“Give it to her hard,” one of them called out in the night and Samantha hoped that neither of them had recognised, or at the very least had not realised that it was someone other than Chris doing the fucking. Inside though, the idea of being watched was an intense turn on and it did not take long for Samantha to reach a third peak. This time her body thrust forward so that as she screamed in orgasm she was looking directly at the onlookers, her chest protruding enough that they could see her enormous tits.

“Shit, it’s Samantha and that’s not Chris,” she heard one of them say as she came down from a third orgasm. Now feeling terrified, Samantha wondered how to handle the situation and she pushed back against Tim and begged him to stop briefly.  Pulling out Tim stared at woman he had just made orgasm as fear riddled her.

“I’ve got an idea,” Mike commented from the doorway where he had been watching the two of them fuck, “I’ll be back in a minute.” Disappearing from the doorway, Samantha realised as the door to the corridor clicked that Mike had left the room altogether. Nervousness led her back into the room though and she sat on the bed as she stared at Tim’s enormous cock and wondered whether she would get to actually please it.

Only a few minutes could have passed when Mike returned to the room, two new people in tow. The two extra men walked into the room and Samantha realised that it was the Best Man from the Wedding and one of the Ushers, both lifelong friends of Chris. They both stared at Samantha’s massive tits as they heaved slightly as she breathed. “They’ve agreed not to say anything as long as they can see the final moments,” Mike said with a grin.

“You want Tim to finish fucking me in front of these two guys in order to get their silence?”

Mike nodded and before Samantha could complain further Tim took hold of her arm and helped her to stand up. Then, guiding her, Tim walked Samantha around so that she could stand in front of both men while Mike described in detail what had already happened to her.

Pushing Samantha down onto the bed, onto her back, Tim helped part her legs and then, as the two new onlookers stepped forward to watch more closely.  He entered her, causing Samantha to wrap her legs around his body in the process. The two of them fucked, the huge cock pushing deep into her as Samantha clenched her labia in the hope of milking Tim and ending her exposure.  Not because she was not enjoying it but because she was worried about Chris finding out.

Whether Tim had naturally been ready to orgasm or if an audience turned him on too much, Samantha was not certain but with a grunt his orgasm exploded. His huge cock and balls pumped cum deep into Samantha for what felt like minutes before he was finally ready to withdraw.

Pulling his cock out, the two new guests leaned in even closer, looking for confirmation that Samantha had taken her lover bareback. They were not to be disappointed as, finally empty of cock, she felt a large dollop of cum slide out of her.

With both men drained, Samantha finally had time to look at the time and realised it was the early hours. “I need to go,” she said, “or Chris will wake up and wonder where I am.” Mike and Tim acknowledged her comment as she turned towards the two onlookers. “Promise that you won’t tell Chris?”

“Why would I tell him anything about what happened tonight, we both had a great time,” the Best Man replied.

“Good,” Samantha said and with a kiss on the cheek for both of her lovers Samantha left the room. It did not take her long to get back to her own room though she was almost caught by the night staff as she ran, naked but for her suspenders and stockings along the corridors.

Slipping back into the room, she slid between the sheets of the bed, just in time for Chris to roll over and place his arm across her body. Stirring slightly, he kissed her the side of her nearest boob, “sorry darling,” he croaked, “I shouldn’t have drunk so much, I’ll make it up to you tomorrow.”

“It’s fine,” Samantha whispered in reply, “I was too tired to do anything anyway.”

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