Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
But now, the heat’s really getting turned on because it’s time for our wedding night. Most people would rent two honeymoon suites instead of one, but we’ve grown close to Romy and George in the last six months, so it wasn’t necessary. We’re more than close, actually. We realized that we like to “soft swing” a bit, meaning that we like to be in the same room while having sex with our men. It’s hot and naughty, and while I never touch George, and Romy never touches Stan, it’s still titillating to see my friend get pummeled by a huge cock in every hole, even when she’s expecting. It adds a lot of spice to our sex life, and it’s even nastier now that Romy’s pregnant and craves anal all the time.
But right. Our husbands will be here any moment, and my buddy and I need to get ready. Hurriedly, we pat our hair and make sure our lingerie is on straight. Romy and I are both wearing tiny bits of white lace that barely cover anything. In fact, as I watch, Romy unbuckles her bra, letting her big breasts spring free. Of course, her nipples are already hard and she rubs one of the pink nubs, giggling.
“Bras are just too uncomfortable,” she whines. “Now that I’m pregnant, I’m a Double F and it seems they always pinch at my skin.”
I nod.
“Yes, that makes sense.” But I’m not going to let me friend outdo me, so carefully, I step out of my panties so that my snatch is bare and gleaming, ready for my man.
“OMG, are you really going to wait for Stan like that?” Romy gasps as I lean back on the bed, spreading my legs before slipping one hand down to pull my pussy lips open. My secret space is gleaming, wet, and a delicious hot pink color, ready to be fucked.
“Oh yeah,” I purr. “Stan loves when I wait for him in this position,” I wink. “It turns him on.”
But before Romy can say anything, the door opens and George and Stan step into the wedding suite. They’re huge male animals, their dark heads almost brushing the ceiling and those grey suits emphasizing the breadth of their shoulders. I shiver with need, beckoning to Stan while holding my pussy lips even wider for his perusal.
My man growls, already prowling towards me, but his movement reveals a small woman standing behind him. She’s curvy and ripe with dark brown hair pinned back, and dressed in a maid’s outfit too.
“Who’s that?” Romy asks curiously, even as George pulls her into his embrace. “This is our wedding night, so why is there a random girl here?”
“We know how much you love being watched, and we just met Danielle downstairs,” George growls before suckling one of my friend’s huge tits. Then he pops off and stares at the new girl. “Take it off, Danielle,” he rasps. “You said you like to watch, didn’t you?”
Obediently, the maid does as told and it’s only then do I notice that there’s slick on her thighs, and that her pupils are dilated with lust.
“Danielle?” I coo while pulling Stan towards me. “You need to understand a couple things: these are our men, so you won’t be touching them, much less these huge cocks they wield,” I giggle, tugging playfully on Stan’s shaft as he groans. “But you can watch,” I concede. “And maybe if you’re good, we’ll introduce you to one of our friends later on.”
The maid nods, her eyes wide, and as I watch, her pussy seems to grow even more slick, those ruby red nipples hardening into stiff points. But it’s not my problem if she gets blue balls because Stan is mine, and now, I’m going to please my man in the ways that count. I pull his broad frame up from where he’d been suckling at a teat, and kiss him full on the mouth before circling his shaft with one hand. Then I guide that enormous rod to my waiting hole before looking deep into his eyes.
“I love you, Stan Conway.”
My handsome alpha male looks right back at me before thrusting his hips and impaling me on the massive member, claiming me as his own.
“I love you too, Mrs. Conway. Forever.”
With that, our union is consummated, and I’m carried away on an ecstatic jolt of violent pleasure even as Romy and George consummate their own union, pleasurable grunts and moans filling the honeymoon suite. Maybe soft-swinging isn’t for anyone, but the four of us have found what works for us, and we won’t let anyone stop us, come hell or high water. After all, Romy and I are still our daddies’ little girls … and we love every moment of being their wives too.
THE END