Jen and I didn't have a chance to talk about our "evening with Ricky." With only a few days before our wedding, she took the week off and spent most of her time with her mom and bridesmaids, planning the last details. As the groom, though, I didn't have much to do, so I went to work and mostly thought about what had happened. Yes, it was gut wrenching and made me jealous, but god was it hot! I was constantly hard and out of control. I wanted it to happen again, and I was pretty sure Jen would go for it since she obviously loved fucking Ricky.



By Thursday, all the wedding preparations were finalized, and Jen and I were relaxing in bed. Our wedding was Saturday, so the next night (Friday) I'd stay in a hotel room so as not to see the bride on our wedding day. Jen had her knees up with a pencil in her hand and the guest list on her knees. "Sally canceled today, she had a last minute business trip," she said. Sally was her cousin. She bit her lip, thinking. "We could invite someone from the b-list, but they'd know they were b-listed, so I think we should just not invite anyone. What do you think?"



My heart leaped. I'd been thinking about how to broach this, and this was the perfect opportunity. "I know someone who wouldn't mind being b-listed," I said, trying to sound light, but butterflies were rumbling in my stomach.



Jen looked up. "Who?"



I grinned at her, still trying to keep it light. "Ricky."



Her cheeks flushed. "Mike, really?" she said with some exasperation.



I put my hand on her knee, caressing her. "Come on babe, the other night was amazing, you know it was. And you know what my ultimate fantasy is. It's not like you wouldn't have a good time, you'd love to fuck him again." She knew from our pillow talk that my ultimate fantasy was for another man (in this case Ricky) to be the first man to fuck her on our wedding night.



She scowled at me, and then looked up at the ceiling, as if saying "I can't believe I'm marrying someone so perverted." Then she put her forehead on her knees. I could tell she was thinking about it. The kinkiness of my fantasies turned her on, maybe not as much as me, but they definitely aroused her. Also, of course, the thought of being with Ricky again was enticing to her. I could tell, because her nipples were hard, and I bet if I touched her pussy she'd be moist.



Finally she moved her chin onto her knees, booking at the blank wall. "Okay, if we do this, how would we do it? I mean, how would it work?"



My heart leaped. This was really going to happen! I kept my excited under control, though. "Easy," I said. "We'll invite Ricky. After the reception ends, he'll come up to our room. I'll call him ahead of time so he knows the plan."



Jen kept staring at the wall, but now she was shaking her head in wonder. "You're sick, Mike, you're truly sick."



"But you love it, don't you?" I said pushing her down on the bed and getting between her legs. I pulled off her panties and my shorts, and pushed my hard cock into her. She WAS soaking!



"Just think, 2 days from now, it'll be Rick who'll be fucking you!" I hissed into her ear.



"Oh god, Mike, oh god!"



**************



Any reticence Jen may have had about my wedding night fantasy disappeared by our wedding ceremony. We said our vows, the minister declared us man and wife, and then we hugged and kissed, our first kiss as a married couple. As our kiss ended, Jen whispered into my ear, "I can't wait for tonight! Oh my god, I'm so wet right now!"



As we sat at the main table, the teasing continued. "Doesn't Ricky look so hunky?" she whispered into my ear. I have to admit he looked good in his formal Marine uniform. He caught the eye of a lot of single girls, and Belinda (Jen's maid of honor) in particular spent a lot of time flirting with him. "She's getting him warmed up for me," Jen giggled in a low voice so only I could hear.



I was so hard it hurt, and I decided to go into the bathroom to beat off. If I didn't get some relief I'm cum as soon as we got to our room. Luckily the bathroom was empty. I went into a stall and took out my dick. I knew it would take only a few strokes to cum. Just as I started a few guys came in. I recognized their voices. Two guys were Jen's friends from work, and one of the guys was a college friend.



Work Friend 1: "Mike's a lucky guy, Jen's a fox!"



Work Friend 2: "Yeah, but who's that Marine she's dancing with? Did you see how close they were dancing? What is he, an old boyfriend?"



College Friend: "That's Ricky, he was Mike's roommate in college. Everyone thought she was fucking him behind Mike's back."



Work Friend 2: "Really? Was she?"



College Friend: "I don't know, but you saw how closely they're dancing. That's how it was back in college."



The three guys left. My body shook with excitement. I knew how people talked. By the end of the reception, everyone would be gossiping about how Jen was cheating on me with Ricky. I tugged my dick once, and immediately spurt into the tissues I held in my other hand. My lust was barely satiated though. My head still spun with excitement. I zipped myself up and hurriedly returned to the reception, hoping to see my new bride slow dancing with her lover.



Jen grabbed my arm as soon as I re-entered the reception. "I've been looking for you!" she said, her cheeks flushed with arousal. She lowered her voice. "Come on, let's go up to our room!"



I decided to tease her. "But honey," I began sweetly, "You've been planning this day all your life, why would you want to leave early?"



"You know why!" she growled at me, her voice still lowered. "I'm gonna go out of my mind crazy if I don't get Ricky's cock in me soon!"



We said our goodbyes, hearing a lot of snickers about the groom wanting to get the bride alone to consummate the marriage. Little did they know! I'd agreed with Ricky that he'd wait a decent amount of time before following us.



In our room waiting, Jen was nervous and giddy sitting on the edge of the bed in her wedding dress. "Oh my god, I can't believe we're really going to do this!" she said.



I checked on the cameras. I wanted to record this, and I'd set up 2 cameras to get every angle. When I'd told Jen yesterday, she agreed after I promised to password protect the movies and not let anyone else see. Ricky had laughed and said, "Sure Mike, whatever floats your boat."



We both started at the knock on the door. Jen grabbed my hands. "Are you sure you want to do this?"



"Yes!" I said squeezing her hands. "And I know you want to do it too!"



I opened the door, and Ricky strolled right in, like he owned the place. I'd expected we'd have a drink to loosen up and calm everyone's nerves, but Ricky strolled right up to Jen. "Did I tell you how hot you look in that dress?" he said, and then he kissed her.



Jen did look extremely hot. Her wedding dress took advantage of her petite figure, hugging her slim curves and emphasizing her tight ass. The bodice was low cut and showed the swell of her soft breasts, pushed up by the bustier she wore underneath. She wore 4 inch white satin bridal heels, which emphasized her long elegant dancer's figure. Her blonde hair was curled and some soft locks fell over her face, giving her an even sexier look.



"Wait, wait," Jen said breaking away from Ricky and gasping for air. She looked over to me. Ricky saw where she was looking and smiled. He turned her head back to him. "Look at me babe," he said, "You're mine tonight, isn't she Mike?"



"Yeah Ricky," I said, so excited my voice was barely audible. "She's yours."



"See babe, your new husband says you're mine," Ricky said. He turned her around so she looked into a full length mirror. "All mine," he repeated, kissing her neck below her ear and making her moan. He began undoing the satin covered buttons that ran down the back of her wedding dress while continuing to kiss her neck. I moved to the side, so I could watch Ricky unbutton her, and also see her face in the mirror. Her cheeks flushed with arousal and her eyes took on a heavy lidded aroused look as Ricky expertly nibbled along the erogenous zones of her neck. Our eyes locked momentarily in the mirror, both of us powerless under Ricky's spell.



I took off my jacket and sat in a chair, not taking my eyes off Ricky as one by one he undid Jen's wedding dress. Like all wedding dresses there were dozens of small buttons, and as he unbuttoned each one it was like a stake through my heart and a thrill through my cock. Finally he unbuttoned the last one, and then he slowly – slowly – pushed the dress off Jen's shoulders. The white wedding dress fell around Jen's slim ankles in swishes of satin and lace. My heart caught in my throat seeing what Jen was wearing underneath. A lacy white strapless bustier, white stockings attached to the bustier by garters, lacy thong panties, and her 4 inch satin bridal heels. She was breathtakingly sexy and beautiful.



Ricky thought so too, pausing a moment to take in her beauty. Jen gave us both a wry grin. "Like what you see?" she said tartly. Then her eyes returned to Ricky. "Now it's my turn," she said, running her hands over his chest. She paused at his medals on his chest. One was a purple heart that he'd gotten when shot. Jen fingered the other one. "What's this?" she asked.



"The medal of honor," he said proudly. "I pulled some of my buddies out of a firefight. That's how I got shot."



Jen looked admiringly at him. "I didn't know," she said, still fingering his medal. "You're a hero."



Ricky shrugged modestly, but something passed between them in that moment. She unbuttoned his jacket, and hug it up carefully. Then she took off his tie and shirt, and paused a moment to look at his chiseled chest. "Like what you see?" he asked grinning.



She gave him an impish grin, and then he picked her up like she was a feather and tossed her onto the bed. She squealed with a mixture of delight and protest, and then he was on top of her, tickling her. She squealed more, playfully fighting against him.



This wasn't going as I'd thought. I wanted them to fuck, mindless passionate uncontrolled fucking, but this was something else. Somehow their banter and playing and familiarity were even more intimate than sex. It was like ... well, it was like Ricky was Jen's new husband, and they were playing together in bed like a newly married couple.



As I thought this the tickling and playing turned into kissing and fondling. "You're fucking hot!" he gushed as he ran his fingers along the garter strap that held up her sheer white stockings.



"Yeah, you told me that," Jen panted between kisses.



"Bitch," Ricky said chuckling. He pulled her arms over her head and held them there with one hand. With his other hand he reached down and violent ripped off her panties, making her yelp. "I know you like it rough," he said with a confident smile. He felt her panties – they were soaked. "Is this because of me?" he said rubbing the wet panties across her cheek.



"You're such a bastard sometimes," she said.



"Only sometimes?" he said with a laugh. "Open your mouth," he commanded, and when she did he stuffed the wet panties into her mouth, the white lace still visible in her open mouth. "You look good that way," he said. Then Ricky looked over to me. "Doesn't she look good Mike?"



Jen looked at me her cheeks flushed. I nodded agreement, my throat so dry I couldn't speak. I had my cock out and was slowly stroking myself.



"That's not fair, Mike's got his meat out, and here I am with my pants still on." Ricky got off the bed and took off his shoes and socks. I noticed Jen kept her arms above her head and the panties still in her mouth, even without being held. I guess she did like it rough. Ricky took off his pants and boxers. His big thick cock stood at attention, bending slightly towards his stomach.



"Jen's mouth is already stuffed, so maybe you should suck me Mike, to get me ready for her," he said, taking a step towards me so his cock was less than a foot away from my face.



I can't imagine the expression on my face, but Ricky laughed. "Just kidding buddy," he said jovially hitting me on the arm.



He got on the bed with Jen and spread her stocking clad legs, aiming his cock at her pussy. "Is this what you want?" he said rubbing his cock head between her pussy lips. Jen writhed underneath him. "Oh yeah, this is what you want," he said, pushing his cockhead into her.



"Ugh god!" Jen groaned through the panties in her mouth.



"Oh yeah Mike, I'm gonna fuck your lady good," he said taunting me, pushing more of his thick shaft into my new bride. "Fuck your pussy feels good!" he moaned as he pushed more of himself inside Jen's pussy.



He pulled the panties from Jen's mouth, and she immediately said, "Yeah, yeah, I want it all, stick all of it into me!"



Ricky pushed more and more into her, and then he was balls deep. He started stroking her, going slow at first. They looked into each other's eyes, Jen's hands running up and down his muscular arms and chest. Ricky pulled down her bustier a little, exposing her small breasts, and he cupped them and rubbed her hard nipples with his thumbs. She arched her back as he did that, moaning as he pleasured her.



He leaned down and kissed her, still stroking her long and slow. "You're the hottest girl I've ever known," he said to her, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and they kissed again.



I'd expected Ricky to fuck her hard, but instead he kept moving slow, his long cock going all the way in, then all the way out, over and over again. All the time they fondled and kissed, and whispered to each other, and hugged, and kissed some more. With a sinking heart, I realized they were making love, not fucking. I'd wanted Ricky to fuck Jen's brains out. But instead he was making love to her.



I saw Jen's body tense. Normally I can tell when she's cumming when her toes curl, but of course I couldn't see that because she still had her heels on. But with her body tensing, and the sounds of her moans and look on her face, I knew she was cumming. Ricky knew it too, and he reached between their bodies and rubbed her nipples. At the same time he rotated his hips as he thrust in and out. I wasn't sure what he was doing, but whatever it was it had an effect on Jen, because her moans and pants became even more urgent, her pretty face even more flushed, and as if out of control she dug the stilettos of her high heels into the back of Ricky's muscular thighs. Ricky didn't change the speed of his thrusts, still moving slow, but he continued to rotate his hips as he moved in and out, and just as he achieved full penetration he changed his angle to an upward thrust.



Suddenly Jen clutched at the sheets and her back arched, her head rolled back and she let out an uncontrolled wail. Her body shuddered as her wails continued. I'd never seen her like this, she was definitely orgasming, but this was like no other orgasm I'd ever seen. It seemed to go on forever. The wails turned into moans and pants, and the shaking turned into almost convulsions.



The moans and shaking stopped, and she lay limp under Ricky. I got worried and got up, but Ricky waved me back, saying "She's fine Mike she'll be okay in a minute." I sat back down and watched as Ricky kissed her lightly on her lips and across her face.



In a moment, to my relief, Jen opened her eyes. "My god, what the fuck did you just do to me?" she said almost dreamily.



"I'll tell you in a minute, I'm about to cum," Ricky said, and he kissed Jen again. He kept his slow in and out, a long stroke in, a long stroke out, over and over, and as they did they kept kissing, Jen running her fingers through his hair, caressing his arms and back, making love to him.



Making love to him.



Then Ricky's body tensed, and on an inward thrust he stayed deep insider her, the world seemed to come to a standstill, and then his hips were jerking violently, and Jen instinctively wrapped her arms and long legs around him to keep him inside her, and his hips kept jerking, his cock shooting streams of his sperm into Jen's womb, all the while the lovers kept passionately kissing and tonguing each other.



They lay entwined together for a long time, their arms and legs wrapped around each other, panting and breathing into the others face, looking into each other's eyes. "That was so fucking amazing!" Ricky gushed, and Jen smiled back at him. Finally she pushed against him, and he pulled out (reluctantly it seemed). Jen got up and gave me a tight smile. "Just give me a minute," she said and disappeared into the bathroom.



"Should I stay or go?" Ricky asked me. My head was still spinning so I didn't answer. He shrugged and sat on the bed.



Jen came out of the bathroom a few minutes later. She'd fixed her hair and makeup, so she looked as she had during our wedding ceremony. She still wore just her lingerie and heels (although she'd pulled her bustier up as it had been before Ricky had pushed it down). She seemed surprised to see Ricky still there. Not disappointed, just surprised. I realized she'd gone into the bathroom to give me a chance to get rid of him.



She walked over to me – her high heels clicking on the hardwood floor – and stood in front of me. "So you want Ricky to watch as you fuck me now?" she said with a crooked smile.



I grinned back. Not knowing what else to say (since I hadn't planned this), I said "You know what they say, payback is hell." I wanted to take it back as soon as I said it, knowing how stupid it made me look.



Jen gave me an indulgent smile. I stood up and she helped me finish undressing. Then we moved to the bed. "Can you like, move?" she snapped at Ricky, but she wore a half smile so her words didn't carry any heat.



Ricky moved over to a chair, and Jen got on her back. I got between her legs and pushed into her pussy. "Yeah, hubby, fuck me hard," she purred into my ear, but her words didn't carry any passion.



I pounded her hard, as hard as I'd ever fucked her. It felt wonderful, my naked skin moving over the satin and lace of her bustier, feeling her stocking clad legs wrapped around me, feeling her stilettos digging into the back of my thighs. Her pussy was loose and squishy because of Ricky, but it felt wonderful. But while she moved underneath me and panted and moaned, she didn't show nearly the same passion as with Ricky. Even as my orgasm approached, I felt embarrassed knowing Ricky was watching and seeing I couldn't satisfy Jen as well as he.



Jen didn't cum. I told myself it was because she'd just cum with Ricky. I rolled off and she got up, giggling like a schoolgirl. "A gangbang on my wedding night, not exactly what little girls dream about." While she made the joke to both of us, she was looking at Ricky when she said it. I felt like a third wheel.



"If you boys don't mind, I think I'll take these off," she said kicking off her heels and peeling off the bustier and stockings. Jen still had her hair up, the way it'd been at our wedding and reception. She tugged at some pins and her hair fell down, and she shook it out. Curls sexily fell over her face. "I'm going into the hot tub," she announced to no one in particular.



The bridal suite had a massive hot tub, large enough for 4. The hotel staff had filled it with hot water, bubble bath and rose pedals before we arrived. Jen disappeared into the bathroom, and I heard the splashes as she got into the water.



Ricky raised an eyebrow to me. "Go ahead, I'll be there in a minute," I said. I felt jealous and hurt and insecure, but what could I do? After all, this was all my doing.



I heard more splashing as Ricky joined Jen in the hot tub, and then giggles and laugher and even more splashing (big time splashing this time) as they played in the water. "Come on honey!" Jen yelled from the hot tub, but I stayed in the bed, my gut wrenching more and more as I listened to them laugh and play in the hot tub. Ricky and Jen playing like newlyweds on their wedding night.

