My fiancé (now wife) Jenny and I decided to forgo our honeymoon for a backpacking trip before the wedding.
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Being Asian, Europe seemed the perfect exotic location as our last hurrah before settling down for good.
We stayed in hostels and traveled like proper backpackers, even hitchhiked a couple of times.
It was hard work, but a couple of weeks in – we had begun to realise that none of this would come back to us, and that we had almost total freedom in this new continent where people were generally less judgemental.
So it was at this point that we started having some serious fun. We'd meet strangers, befriend them, and party all night. As you can imagine, it was sexually liberating too. The first step was at a club in the UK; Jenny got piss-ass drunk, kissed one of the girls we'd befriended, and sought my forgiveness later.
I told her no apologies were needed, and that it was hot. I loved this wild and free version of Jenny – I wanted to see more of it.
And it was after that that we met Marc – a Frenchman also backpacking througg Europe.
Marc was a tall, very suave looking guy with overall dark features and a thick French accent. We met at the hostel we were staying in and immediately hit it off. He and us, along with a few others had a blast of a time exploring the club scenes.
But as our time in London was nearing its end, Marc invited us to a more private pub evening where we got really drunk talking about our lives, what we intend to do when this adventure was over, etc.
As I said, we were all really drunk, but I can still remember Jenny and Marc getting really, really friendly with each other to a point where you could say they were flirting.
And they weren't shy about their attraction to each other either. The conversation even took some l
Vulgur turns. Marc joked about how beautiful Jenny is, but that as she's taken, he'd opt for her mom or sister instead. In response, Jenny joked back that he'd probably be too big for them (we all laughed and didn't try and clarify what that meant).
When I was feeling the alcohol and got quieter, Marc suggested that he switch seats with me so that he could hear Jenny better inside a busy pub, so I obliged.
That's when it started getting really awkward. I couldn't tell exactly what they were saying, but Jenny was giggling away, stroking his thigh and maybe blushing a bit too.
Marc, on the other hand, kept finding reasons to touch Jenny, by ways of giving her a hug after a crude joke, or giving her a kiss on the cheek to express how much he adored her.
As things kept progressing, I could tell Jenny was looking at me for approval – which i was too drunk to even consider, but I certainly didn't interject.
Eventually came the last call and we went back to our hostel. We were all very tired, so immediately said our goodnights and went to bed. Or… so I thought.
Marc, on the bunk next to ours, could be heard shuffling a bit. I was woken up by the noise of Jenny moving, and upon a squinty glance out, I saw that Jenny was over at Marc's bunk, passionately groping and kissing each other.
I immediately froze and didn't even think to intervene, more worried that they'd notice that i was awake.
The heavy breathing from Marc and Jenny filled the room as Jenny now fully climbed on top of Marc whilst still keeping her kips locked, aggressively grinding away at his crotch like a dog in heat.
With a frustrated grunt, Jenny pulled her clothes off, leaving only the panties on, her bra unhooked, and had Marc suck on her nipples like his life depended on it.
Marc too, pulled his thick cock out – the size of which was clear even in the dark of the room.
Jenny pulled her panties to the side and slid him in, whereby the sound that came after was one I'll never forget.
That gasp, so deep and gutteral that even I, as a man, could feel how the darkest corners of Jenny was being pulled apart.
The squelching and squishing told me she needn't waste time in pumping with full velocity, also telling me they definitely weren't using condoms.
I just kept laying there like an idiot, fully erect but too scared of being caught to masturbate, as my fiancé was being held like a comfort cushion as Marc rearranged her insides.
The intensity of their moans could be felt even though they tried to hide it best they could, but at times, Jenny even when full volume and Marc had to gag her with his hand.
As they started to care less and less about getting caught, Marc even whispered some French into Jenny's ear, of which I only understood "putain" and "ooh la la".
It ended as Marc held on to Jenny from behind, his arm over her neck slightly choking her, but also still kissing her ear and cheeks from behind. With a muffled grunt, they locked lips and Marc appeared to finish inside Jenny.
They spent some time cooling down as they cuddled and kissed, before Jenny left Marc for her own bunk with a giggle, both of them falling asleep quickly after.
But I was HELLA awake, spending the entire night reliving the moment my fiancé got bred.
The morning after, I got up before them to go and get a morning after pill for Jenny, as well as taking a walk to depressurise.
By the time I came back, Marc was gone and Jenny had taken a shower. When I laid the pill out for her, she let out a deep sigh, asking if I was okay, to not judge her or let any of this come back with us back home.
Indeed, that's the line of thinking I was going with as well, and was surprisingly okay with it, telling her that I mainly just want to reclaim her now.
Jenny sadly refused, revealing the fact that "twice in one morning" was too much for her.
My heart sank again, but quickly distracted away by Jenny suggesting that it was now my turn to try out a European girl.
It was a briefly open window on our commitment which has since lasted, having filled our curiosities before we settled.
Only regret is what I wish I'd been able to see her, fully orgasmic, with the light of the morning sun beaming down.
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