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The smoke burned my lungs. I hadn’t smoked weed in a couple months so I felt a little overwhelmed. The rest of the guys around me just chuckled as I coughed out my hit.
I was surrounded by my fellow groomsmen. I had been asked by a friend of mine who I worked with during college to be in his wedding. How can I say no? He wasn’t here at the moment though and neither was the best man, whose RV we were smoking in. Instead I was hanging out with Brad and Jeremy, the other groomsmen. I had worked with Brad too, but I didn’t know Jeremy as well.
They drug me out here to smoke shortly after the best man, Robbie, ordered a bunch of us some shots. I was ready to get back now though and tried to stand up, but I lost my balance and dropped back down. The other two guys laughed and Brad asked if I was okay. I mustered my strength and pushed myself up.
The sun stung my eyes as I exited the RV. I peered across the sea of tents as my eyes adjusted to the light. The wedding was being held on the groom’s uncle’s ranch. Several of us had opted to camp out in tents. Robbie, as Best Man, was able to claim the only concrete parking spot in the area we were allowed…at the waaay back of the field by the tree line.
Halfway through the camp, I poked my head in our tent, just to be sure my wife hadn’t come back to rest. No sight of her, so I resumed my crossfaded walk back to the barn where the wedding and reception were held.
The interior of the barn was dimly lit and a slow R&B song was playing when I got back. I ran into the bridal party first. They seemed even worse off than me. I paid no mind and resumed my search. I headed to the bar since I last saw her there with the groom and Robbie after taking our shots.
As I expected, she wasn’t at the bar, but I was right in that it gave me a direct line of sight on her. I spotted her out on the dance floor with Robbie. She had her arm around his neck and was grinding into his leg. Everyone was completely wasted, so barely anyone noticed.
I could feel a heat overcome me and my face go flush. I couldn’t decide if I should go up and break in or just let it slide. Watching the way her hips moved distracted me and I zoned out while they danced. His hands kept slipping lower and lower down her back. She would bite her lip or gasp when he’d hike up his leg a little.
I snapped back to reality as the song ended and decided that it was time I broke them apart. However, I was suddenly grabbed by Clay, the groom, as he ordered several shots…he oddly seemed sober. “I’m a married man, buddy” he screamed as he handed me the shot.
I tipped my head back and took the shot. It burned more than I liked so I grabbed an opened beer next to me and started chugging. While everybody celebrated, I turned back to my wife and Robbie on the dance floor. The song had changed tempo to a more upbeat club type song. They were still grinding on each other just faster now.
I ordered a beer to keep me busy while I watched. I could feel my cock hardening in my pants as my wife had simulated sex on the dance floor. About halfway through the song, they quit dancing and came up to the bar. My wife gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Woooo,” she howled, “I’m thirsty” she said as she ordered a rum and Coke.
Clay handed her a shot and gave her a wink. She took it and by the time she was done making her whiskey face her drink was ready.
We all stood around the bar chatting. I downed my beer and took a drink that was handed to me. I would occasionally catch my wife giggling and looking at Robbie. The pit in my gut kept getting heavier and heavier. Suddenly, Robbie shouted that he wanted to smoke.
My wife got excited. She pepped up and said she wanted to smoke too. “I felt all left out,” she said as she pretended to pout.
“Oh, we got you cutie girl,” Brad laughed and winked at my wife as he started walking towards the RV. My wife looked up at me, as if asking if we or she could go. I was too drunk to argue or care so I drunkenly stumbled behind her, loosely holding hands, as she chatted with Clay, who was very excited to be chatting with her.
We got to the RV and Robbie opened it, motioning my wife in and following quickly behind her. Everyone else filed in, with me being last. When I got in, all the seats were taken, and I could see why Robbie was so quick to get inside. He and my wife were occupied the only two person seat in the RV.
I wasn’t sure what to do so I stood in the back by the bedroom. Everyone was laughing and chatting, having a good time. I just kept my eye on my wife and Robbie. The seat they were in was essentially for the kitchen table. Robbie had unfolded the table, and was breaking up the weed on it. After he was done breaking up the weed, he loaded a bong and handed it to my wife to start.
She took a small hit and everyone whooped and hollered while she exhaled. The bong slowly made its way around the circle, while I kept my eyes on Robbie’s hand occasionally disappearing under the table, and my wife giggling or her eyes going wide while it was down there. I snapped too as the bong got to me.
Robbie started a goofy half chant going “big hit, big hit” and coaxing everyone to join him. With everyone chanting, I filled the bong and cleared it. The smoke filled my lungs, and I immediately coughed it out.
I handed it off to Clay. He started taking his hit. Almost immediately the room started to spin and I felt like I was gonna be sick. I dropped back with my back on the bed and close my eyes hoping that would help. I laid there with everything a blur, listening to people laugh, trying not to be sick.
I don’t know how long I waited there, but I eventually heard Robbie say “Hey, let’s get him off the bed before he pukes. I might need to use that tonight.” I felt my weight lift off the bed and the last thing I remember was my wife asking if I was OK and Robbie‘s voice saying, “He’ll be all right, just stay and chill with us. They can get him back to your tent.”
I don’t remember much except Brad and Jeremy being annoying drunks as they escorted me to my tent. When I finally awoke, my head was spinning. I laid there for a minute, trying to shake it off. I noticed my wife wasn’t next to me and looked for my phone. It was 1:30 in the morning.
I didn’t have any missed messages so I texted her. I changed clothes into some shorts and a T-shirt but still hadn’t heard from her. I decided to give her phone a call, but it just rang and went to voicemail. I unzipped the tent and stepped out into the night air.
Everything was quiet and dark across the sea of tents, except for a faint light or two coming from Robbie’s RV. I quietly snuck through the camp, careful not to wake anyone. When I got up to the camper, all of the windows were shut. There was a dim light coming from the kitchen and another back in the bedroom. As I tried to peer inside the RV, the door opened.
I quickly ducked around the back and hid, waiting to see who would come out. I heard Brad and Clay‘s voices as they exited. As I tried to listen to what they were saying, I heard a faint moan. I turned my head and could tell it came from the other side of the camper.
I snuck around between the RV and the fence next to it and was submerge in complete darkness, other than the dim light coming from the bedroom, which now had a slightly open curtain and window to escape through.
I stood there with my back to the camper, listening. Within no time, there were more moans. They were muffled, as if the person had something in their mouth. I decided that I couldn’t take it anymore and decided to take a peek.
Inside the bedroom, I saw my my wife, naked on her back, with Robbie naked between her legs, hammering away at her. Jeremy was naked, kneeling next to her while she serviced him. The three of them groaned, grunted, and sighed. My wife’s muffled moans made my cock surge as Jeremy’s dick kept her gagged.
I noticed my cock was getting hard. I reached down and started massaging it. I shouldn’t be getting turned on by this. My wife was getting spit roasted by two guys neither of us knew till this weekend. It didn’t matter. I just stood there. Rubbing my cock.
My wife’s make up was smeared and her hair was matted to her face. Robbie had her legs up in the air against his shoulders, as he pumped steadily into her. Jeremy started grunting and grabbed my wife’s head as he thrust. It took him a solid minute of skull fucking, but he eventually unloaded balls deep in my wife’s throat.
Robbie didn’t stop. He just kept thrusting while Jeremy wailed and my wife just kept sensually moaning “mmmmmmmm”.
Robbie slowed his pumping as Jeremy pulled his cock from my wife’s mouth. She gasped as strings of spit mixed with cum hung from her lips to Jeremy’s glistening dick. Robbie let her legs down and laid down on top her. They kissed passionately as Robbie started gently pumping into her.
As Jeremy shuffled off the bed, the door opened to Brad in nothing but his underwear. “Mmmm, how’s she holding up?” Brad asked as he lowered his underwear and Jeremy snuck out. Brad’s dick was half attention already.
“She’s still good,” he said looking at Brad, then turned to my wife and asked, while slightly biting her lip, “How about it? You still good?” My wife just licked her lip and nodded. Brad reached into a small black bag on the table and pulled out a condom.
“Good,” he growled, stroking his cock, “Hey, Rob, mind if I try out her pussy?”
Rob quit thrusting and gave my wife one last kiss before climbing off her and plopping down on the bed, resting against the backboard. He ripped the condom from his cock and gave it a couple good strokes. He then pointed at his cock while looking at my wife and deeply groaned “suck it!”
My wife flipped over and eagerly crawled up the bed to his cock. Without any messing around, my wife began sucking Robbie like she was trying to finish a lost bet blowjob. While Robbie laid back to rest, Brad crawled onto the bed and shuffled behind my wife. He was stroking his cock and was throbbing now.
He began to open the condom and said, “I can’t believe Clay left to check on his wife.” He rolled the condom down his shaft and steadied himself. He thrust in and sighed as he sank into my wife’s pussy.
Robbie wrapped a handful of my wife’s red hair in his fist. “What? He wasn’t curious about testing this fire cracker’s pussy out,” he sighed making my wife giggle in approval around his cock. Her fun was interrupted as she started letting out high pitched noises as Brad picked up his pace.
As he found his rhythm, he said, “Meh, he was happy with just a blowjob on his wedding since his wife is probably passed out.” Robbie just chuckled and kept guiding my wife’s pace. Brad stuck his thumb in his mouth and shoved it in my wife’s ass. She moaned around Robbie’s shaft as she wiggled her booty for him.
Was I hearing this right? Did my wife suck off Clay on his wedding day? It didn’t matter now. I couldn’t resist anymore. I pulled my shorts down enough for my cock to spring out. I spit in my hand and slowly stroked.
They worked my wife back and forth for a few minutes until she couldn’t focus on both of them anymore. Brad fucked her doggie while she held onto Robbie’s cock and moaned uncontrollably. “Hey Brad,” he shouted over her moaning. Brad slowed his stroke and looked up from my wife’s ass. “Should we show her what we used to do in college?” his question enrobed in ill intent.
Brad just started chuckling and nodding as he pulled back from my wife. Robbie reached down and gripped my wife’s chin gently. “Do you want to see what we liked to do in college?” he asked inches from my panting wife who just nodded yes. “Good girl. Now straddle me,” he ordered as he looked at Brad,” Throw me a rubber.”
But before Brad could get one, my wife spoke up. “No!” she shouted softly as she straddled Robbie, “it’s okay.” She reached down and slowly lowered herself while guiding him into her raw. They both groaned as she sank all the way down. She immediately started grinding him.
Robbie pulled her close and looked over her shoulder at Brad. He nodded and casually and quietly said “in the bag.” Brad reached into the bag and pulled out a large white tube. He looked at my wife gently lifting up and down on Robbie’s raw dick.
Brad gripped his condom and pulled. “Well, shit,” he grunted, “I’m not even going to be able to get her pregnant.” He climbed up behind my wife and squirted some lube from the tube into his dick. Robbie held my wife close as Brad lined himself up.
Suddenly, my wife jumped up and looked back. She giggled and licked her lips while nodding yes. Robbie pulled her back down. “Just stay close to me,” his voice rough as he slowly thrust up into her, “and breathe.”
Brad lined himself up and slowly started pushing into my wife’s ass. Her petite pale body squirmed but Robbie kept her held down. My wife let out a pained gasp as Brad placed both hands on her shoulders and slowly pushed. My wife squirming with fits and screams, “oh fuck, oh fuck,” until he bottomed out.
They all stayed like that for a moment and then Brad and Robbie both started gently moving their hips. Their cocks both moving a little more and little faster each time. My wife’s cries slowly became deep guttural moaning.
Eventually, they both found a rhythm and started really giving my wife a glimpse of what they liked to do in college. My wife stayed completely still while they hollowed her out. She started shrieking at the top of her lungs, “Fuck, I’m cumming.”
Robbie reached up and shoved a few of his fingers in her mouth. She greedily sucked them in and moaned loudly. They kept at this pace for few minutes. My wife never quieted down let alone stop moaning and screaming. I think she just kept cumming.
Both Robbie and Brad were getting more vocal. Brad eventually broke the silence, “Hey, just like the old days?” He asked.
“Oh fuck yeah,” Robbie replied. My wife was basically silent now, except for some deep ravenous grunting. He wrapped his hand around her throat and pulled her in close so their foreheads were touching. “We’re going to finish you like the old days,” he growled into her open mouth as they kissed. He didn’t ask and she didn’t even respond.
Brad and Robbie picked up their pace. Both of them were grunting louder and louder while my wife lay draped across Robbie, just making sounds now. “You ready?” Robbie asked Brad. Brad just replied by nodding his head and grunting louder. Robbie started grunting louder too.
Both of them erupted screaming at the same time while they filled my wife. They both screaming loudly and slowing their pace but my wife started gyrating her hips faster, causing both them to groan louder. Eventually, my wife stopped gyrating and shook as she quietly came.
I couldn’t hold it anymore and came. My load shot all over the side of Robbie’s RV. I groaned as I looked up to see all three of them slowly moving their hips and Brad collapse on his back next to them. My wife remained on top of Robbie, slowly moving her pussy on his cock while he lightly stroked her hair. I could faintly hear Robbie whispering “good girl” as I tucked my dick away and snuck away from the window, back into the darkness, across the sea of tents.
*I’m considering a part two