Max and Julie

Max sat slumped in his chair during the boring lecture, his long legs stretched out in front of him. Why did he sign up for a philosophy class he wondered. Dark blond hair fell across his golden amber eyes as his gaze roamed the room. He had been bitterly disappointed on his first day of college. He had been hoping for a whole new experience, new people…new girls. But a majority of the other students were the same people he had just spent the last few years with in high school.

He began checking out the girls, listing in his head who he had screwed, who he would like to screw and who he wouldn’t let near him. Amy Stewart drew his gaze as she always did. He had fucked her several times, as had most of the guys in his senior class. She could always be relied upon for a good time. She was pretty average but knew how to make herself stand out with dyed blond hair and sexy outfits.

Tearing his eyes from her, his gaze next settled on Julie Fletcher. She lived next door to him but he hardly knew her. She was rather plain, never wore make up and dressed in baggy clothes. He was about to slot her in the “no way” category, when he decided to take another look. He took in her wide green eyes and thick, glossy brown hair, pulled back in a messy ponytail. Her legs were long and even though they were covered now, he recalled seeing her in shorts over the summer and her legs were nicely shaped. She was wearing a baggy sweatshirt, but he could make out a subtle curve that suggested large, full breasts beneath.

Maybe I would do her, he thought to himself as the bell rang, freeing him from the boredom.

He was home alone the next night when he heard the phone ring. He ran into the darkened office hoping to catch it before the answering service but was too late. In his haste he hadn’t bothered to turn on the light and was about to the leave the dark room when a light went on next door. He had a computer in his room, and hardly ever used the office so was quite surprised to find that he now had a perfect view into Julie’s bedroom.

Coming close the glass and cupping her hands around her eyes, she peered across the short distance between the two houses, looking into the blackness of the room Max was standing in. He guessed she was looking for the tell tale signs of the computer screen flickering and seeing none, she turned and pulled off her sweatshirt.

Max flopped down into a chair. “Whoa,” he whispered. She was wearing only a thin, tight tank top under the sweatshirt. He had been right before, she had very nice, large, full, firm breasts. The nipples were a dark pink that he could clearly see through the thin fabric of her top.

She pulled the elastic out of her hair and swung it loose. Max tore open his jeans as it tumbled down her back.

He began stroking his hard, throbbing cock as she undid the tie on her sweatpants and slid them down her long legs. A pair of tiny white panties barely covered her. Turning, she surveyed herself in a full length mirror.

Max gasped with delight as she rubbed her nipples, causing them to harden and strain against her top. Holding his breath, he watched as she crossed her arms in front of herself and gripped the hem of her tank. With what seemed to him agonizing slowness, she peeled it off, slowly revealing herself to him.

His breathing coming faster, she tilted her head looking at herself in the mirror. She gently pinched her nipples, causing them to harden even more. Her fingers trailed over her breasts and down across her flat stomach.

Max thought he was going to shoot his load as her fingers dipped into the tiny panties. He could see her fingers straining against the satiny fabric as she was obviously fingering herself.

Again with agonizing slowness, she removed her last garment, sliding the panties down her legs and stepping out of them. She put her foot up on a chair and again slid her fingers into her pussy, while watching herself in the mirror.

Max was having a hard time holding back as he watched her head tip back, her hair cascading down her back, brushing against her firm, round ass, her fingers pumping in and out of her pussy. One hand reached up and squeezed a breast, again tweaking a nipple and he lost control, shooting cum onto his shirt and spattering his jeans.

With half closed eyes, he watched her body jerk and shudder as she also reached orgasm.

He sat in class the next day and couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Was this really the same girl he had watched masturbating last night? She caught him staring at her a couple of times and he forced himself to concentrate on the lecture.

It was Friday and after the class a buddy of his invited him to a party that night, but he declined. “My folks are going out of town for a couple of weeks and they want to have dinner with me tonight, so I have to stay home,” he said, rolling his eyes. In reality, he didn’t mind at all staying home. He was hoping to catch a repeat performance from Julie.

During dinner his mother commented, “Max honey, the Fletchers are also away, and Julie is at home alone. You should invite her over for a swim or something. She really is a lovely girl, you should get to know her.”

“You know, Mom, that is a good idea,” he replied, surprising her. “I think I’ll do that.”

Later that evening, he settled himself in the office and waited. He was soon rewarded with Julie’s light coming on. She again peered across the space between the houses before slowly peeling off her clothes. Max had already unzipped his jeans and was erect the moment he saw her.

He stroked himself as he watched her pleasure herself. She again stood before the mirror and Max could see her every angle. Her full breasts, her wet pussy with her fingers buried deep inside and her firm, round ass. How he wished she would bend over, he would love to see her sweet puckered hole. He had been fantasizing a lot lately about taking a girl in the ass. He had never done it, and was dying to try it.

He was ready this time, having brought a towel with him and he used it to catch his cum as he shot his load at the same time as Julie trembled and shuddered to her own orgasm.

Later that night, he lay in bed jacking off again, fantasizing that Julie was above him, riding his cock with her ass.

The next afternoon, after his parents had left he walked next door and rang the bell. Julie answered the door, surprised to see him. “Hi,” she said shyly.

Images of her naked and masturbating, suddenly filled his mind and he had to force himself to remember why he was there. “I understand that both of our parents are out of town and I was wondering if you’d like to come over tonight. I was going to fire up the barbeque, go for a swim. What do you say?” He was suddenly nervous that she would turn him down and waited anxiously for her reply.

She suddenly smiled and slightly blushing, she replied, “That sounds nice. I’d love to. What time should I come by?”

“How about six?” he suggested.

“Can I bring anything?” she said. “A dessert maybe?”

Hopefully you’ll be dessert, he thought, but instead only said, “No, just bring yourself.” He smiled and walked back to his own house, hoping she hadn’t seen the growing bulge in his jeans.

Julie ran upstairs and into her parent’s bedroom. There was no way she could go over to Max’s house with the bathing suit she owned. It was a boring, conservative one piece and she needed something hot. She pulled open the drawer where her mother kept her bathing suits and at the back she found what she was looking for. On a whim, in Mexico, her mother had bought a very tiny bikini, but had only worn it once.

She shed her clothes and tried on the white suit. She stood before the full length mirror and blushed at her own reflection. Her breasts barely fit into the top and the bottom was so tiny she was going to have to shave herself. She turned and peering over her shoulder saw that the back revealed a lot of her ass. Could she actually wear this? She bit her bottom lip as she stared at herself.

She was eighteen years old and tired of still being a virgin. Other girls talked about sex and she wanted to know what it was like too. She’d had a mad crush on Max ever since she had first seen him five years ago but until today, he had barely acknowledged that she was alive. Since she didn’t have a boyfriend to have sex with, Max was the next best thing. She stood straight and squared her shoulders. Today was the day. If this suit didn’t seduce him, nothing would.

She examined the tiny piece of fabric covering her pussy and realized she would have to shave herself entirely bare. She had heard that guys really liked that sort of thing so she walked into the bathroom and grabbed a can of shaving foam and a razor.

Half an hour later she again examined herself in the mirror. She slid her fingers through her smooth hairless folds feeling her pulse quicken. She quickly removed her hand, wanting to save it for later, with Max.

She pulled her own clothes back on and tried to do some studying until six but was too keyed up to concentrate. Wandering down to the family room, she turned on the TV and wiled away the next few hours zoning out on mindless television.

Max returned home and after checking that he had all the ingredients he needed for dinner, he also found he had nothing to occupy his time. He walked into his bedroom and turned on the computer, logging onto his favorite porn site. He watched videos and read stories about anal sex, but resisted jacking off, wanting to save it for Julie.

Julie returned to her mother’s clothes and found the mesh top that she wore over bathing suits and a long white gauzy sarong to cover the bottom. She tied it off at her hip and slid her feet into the heeled flip flops that also belonged to her mother. Taking a deep breath, she again examined herself in the mirror. A small smile tugged at her lips. Tonight was going to be amazing, she thought as she turned and left the room.

Max was just finishing getting dressed after taking a shower when the doorbell rang. He ran down the stairs and flung the door open. He froze when he saw Julie. His eyes took in the tiny white bikini top, straining to contain her large breasts, her slim waist and the seductively low sarong, revealing a full bare leg on one side. He cleared his throat nervously and invited her in.

“It seems hotter over here than at my house,” she laughed as she walked out to the backyard.

“I guess it’s because of the pool reflecting the sun and all the rocks and concrete around it hold in the heat. Your backyard is all grass and trees so it would seem cooler.” I’m babbling like an idiot, he though, trying to get ahold of himself.

“Do you mind if I take a swim right away?” she asked.

“No, go right ahead. I haven’t fired up the barbeque yet, so I think I’ll join you,” he said smiling, pulling his t-shirt off over his head.

She shed her mesh top and slowly untied the sarong. Max was trying not to stare but he was dying to know what the bottom half of that bikini looked like. She slid the gauzy fabric away from her body and he almost fell over, the bottom was so tiny.

What is she trying to do to me, he thought, his breath quickening. Wait a minute, his thoughts continued. Just what is she trying to do to me? I can see that she’s obviously shaved her pussy for that suit and would she wear something like that just for a friendly dinner and swim? A sly smile curled his lips as he wondered if she was trying to turn him on. What did she have planned for this evening?

He realized that his cock was hardening so he quickly slid into the pool to hide his arousal. He watched her as she walked down the concrete steps into the shallow end. “I turned the heat off, since it’s so hot out. I hope you don’t mind,” he called out to her.

“No, it’s nice,” she replied, the cool water swirling around her thighs. Her feet touched the bottom of the pool and she sank below the water, pushing off and gliding into the deep end. She came up near Max and smoothed her hair back. Treading water she saw that he was staring at her nipples, which were rock hard and straining against the fabric of her top. The water had made the fabric semi-transparent and she knew he would be able to make out the dark pink of her nipples.

“Mmmmm, this feels so good,” she murmured, floating on her back, closing her eyes.

She looked so hot in the tiny suit that, even in the cool water, Max could feel his cock hardening. He was aching to touch her. How would she react if he ran his hand up her thigh, or if he placed a kiss on her stomach? He realized she was about to hit her head on the side of the pool and he grabbed her ankle, pulling her back.

Her eyes flew open as he touched her and dragged her through the water. She dropped her feet and again treading water stared at him.

“Sorry, you were about to hit your head,” he said softly. She was very close to him and he was wondering if he could make his move so early in the evening.

“It’s OK. You just startled me,” she replied, her tone matching his as she stared deeply into his amber eyes.

He reached out and wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, pulling her to him. He looked at her for a moment more before pressing his lips to hers.

Julie’s body sang as his lips touched hers. She pressed herself to him, their legs tangling in the deep water. Without breaking the kiss, Max pulled her into the shallow end where they could stand. He wrapped his arms around her wet body pulling her close to him. She parted her lips to his seeking tongue and he reveled in her sweetness.

Running her fingers though his wet hair, she could feel his erection pressing against her hip. Her senses were reeling as their kiss deepened and all she was aware of was him, his body, his hands and his mouth on hers. She sighed as he ran his hands over her body, down her sides and over her hips. He hesitated before reaching around and gently cupping her ass. A soft moan escaped her lips letting him know that his touch was welcome.

He continued kissing her as his hands caressed and squeezed her firm, round ass. How he wanted to slip his hand beneath the clinging fabric and finger her tight asshole. She tipped her head back and his lips pressed against the tender flesh of her throat. She reached around to the back of her neck and with trembling fingers untied the thin straps of her top. She slowly peeled the fabric away, revealing her breasts to him. He stared at them for a moment, his hands reaching up to gently cup them before he bent his head. She gasped loudly as his mouth captured a rosy nipple, sucking gently on the hardened nub.

It was the most amazing sensation she had ever experienced. Even better than the orgasms she brought herself to. She pressed her crotch against his, grinding against his erection. She took a deep breath and finally uttered the words that she had longed to say for years. “I want you, Max,” she whispered.

He looked up at her, surprised that she had succumbed to him so easily. Gently kissing her lips, he asked, “Are you sure?”

“Yes, yes, I’m sure. Take me Max, take me,” she pleaded, her lips again pressing hungrily against his.

He scooped her up in his arms and carried her up the steps out of the pool. He took her into the cabanna and laid her down on a wide padded bench before lowering himself down next to her. He again ran his hand down her side, pulling on the ties to the bottom of her bikini.

She sighed and arched against him as he pulled the tiny piece of fabric away, leaving her naked beneath him. “You are so beautiful,” he murmured, gazing down at her body. He quickly pulled off his swim trunks, their damp bodies clinging to each other.

“Tell me what you like,” he whispered, kissing a trail between her breasts.

“I don’t know,” she replied shyly.

“C’mon, you can tell me,” he urged.

“Really, I don’t know,” she replied. “Anything you want will be wonderful,” she sighed as he swirled his tongue around her nipple.

A thought struck him and his head suddenly snapped up. “Julie, what are you saying? Are you a virgin?” he asked, his brow furrowing in concern. He quickly got up, “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize, I…” he trailed off, not knowing what to say.

“Max, it’s OK. I want this, really. I want to know what it feels like and I want to know with you.” She ran her hands suggestively over her body, squeezing her breasts, tweaking the nipples. “Don’t you want me? I want to do whatever you want to do, teach me how to please you,” she whispered.

His cock twitched at her words. “Whatever I want?” he asked, a wicked smile curling his lips. “Baby, you don’t know what you’re asking,” he teased as he again eased himself down next to her.

“You’re not into anything weird, are you?” she asked, worried that she may have gone too far in her eagerness to have him.

“Nothing too strange,” he smiled, his hand caressing the inside of her thigh. “If you’re uncomfortable with anything let me know, maybe I’ll stop,” he teased as his fingers brushed against the smooth lips of her pussy.

She gasped and arched her back, a small cry escaping her lips as his fingers delved further. His touch was so much better than her own. She writhed on the bench, raising her hips, inviting him into her. He slid down her body and gently pulled her thighs wide apart.

Her breath was coming fast, anticipating what was to come. “Your shaved pussy looks so hot,” he murmured as he again ran his fingers between her wet folds. He gently kissed the outer lips before his tongue followed the trail of his finger.

She gasped loudly and moaned as he spread her lips with his fingers, allowing his tongue full access. He lapped at her, swirled his tongue around her clit and gently nibbled on her sweet lips. She arched her back and cried out as he felt the surge of wetness that signified her orgasm. She lay limp on the bench, her breath coming heavily as he stiffened his tongue and began poking it into her soaked hole, savoring the taste of her.

She again cried out and arched her back. Max looked up with a smile. He had never been with a virgin before and was enjoying how easy it was to bring about an orgasm. He gave her clit a final suckle before rising and kissed his way back up to her lips.

“Your turn,” she breathed. She pushed him onto his back and crawled down his body. She had watched some videos on her computer and was pretty sure she knew how to do this. She tentatively licked at the head of his throbbing cock, testing the taste of him. She swirled her tongue around the head and then gently slipped him into her mouth. A loud groan slid through Max’s lips and she was encouraged to be bolder. She experimented with how much of him she could take and after a few attempts found she could take all of him.

His hand landed clumsily on her head, his fingers entwining in her hair as her nose pressed against his stomach. “Oh God, Julie!” he cried as she pumped the full length of him in and out of her mouth. “Oh yeah, that feels good,” he growled.

Quickening her pace, her head bobbed up and down above him, until his hand tightened in her hair. “Stop, please, stop,” he begged, gently tugging on her hair.

She glanced up at him, thinking at first she had done something wrong. Seeing his heaving chest and the thin sheen of sweat on his brow, she knew the exact opposite was true. “How many times can you cum in a row?” she asked, gently stroking him.

“Two, maybe three,” he gasped.

Again lapping at his hardness, she said, “I want to taste you in my mouth. I want you to shoot your cum down my throat.”

He stared at her in surprise, a slow smile curling his lips. “Well then, what are you waiting for?” he said, gently pushing her head back down.

She again slid him into her mouth and resumed her previous movements. After a couple of minutes, Max’s hand again clenched in her hair. His body stiffened and he cried out, “Julie, I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum!”

“I’m proud to be your husband Gina. I love you.”

“I love you too Kirk. I’m proud to be your wife. Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Yes. I know you’ll love it and I want the best for you. Dick’s the best. Enjoy yourself.”

I turned and walked away. I could feel the eyes of every person in the entry foyer follow me and I finally understood what Gina meant when she said she could “feel the eyes” on her. She’d learned to love the feeling, but I was sure the best I’d ever learn would be to ignore them.

I wandered around trying to get a feel for the party. It was a large house, with three main party areas: the pool and deck in back, the family room/kitchen area, from which you could see the pool, and the large formal living room, which was converted into a dance floor by the removal of furniture and rugs. There was a bartender attending a well-stocked bar near the pool, and I didn’t see anybody without a drink. The dance music was reasonably loud on the “dance floor”, but very muted throughout the rest of the house.

I estimated that there were around seventy-five people, the vast majority of them couples. There may have been ten single guys, but I only saw two unattached girls and they were together. I was relieved when I didn’t see any children. I didn’t know the party hosts, but his company was one of our clients, and Dick managed the electrical engineering on their last project. Dick arranged for our group of guys to be invited, but most of us didn’t know anyone else there. As the night progressed, I kept mental count of the number of people I knew, even casually, and I finally ended up at sixteen.

I hung out with Don, mainly near the food in the kitchen. Jerry, Bob, Walt and Scott were with dates so they frequently stopped to talk, as did Dick and Gina. The guys were all in our wedding party and they managed to change out of their penguin outfits before they left the reception. Their dates attended our short ceremony too, and they were appropriately dressed for a casual Saturday night party. Gina and I were the only sartorial fish out of water at the party and the more I thought about it, the more I liked it.

I kept an occasional eye on my bride and my best friend. Okay, you’re right, watching them was my night’s prime objective, it’s just that they were frequently hidden or in different areas - if they were within sight, I observed as covertly as possible everything they did. I didn’t follow them from area to area, and the only time I could watch Gina dance was when I was dancing too, but it was enough to keep me at least partially hard most of the night.

Dick and Gina mingled with ease and seemed to enjoy meeting all the new people. Attractive people are always warmly welcomed, and Dick and Gina are both extremely good looking. They were often the focal couple when they entered a new group, especially since Gina still wore her extremely revealing wedding dress. They laughed frequently and joined easily in conversations, and they touched each other whenever they spoke. They both finished several drinks as they moved from group to group to socialize, and I enjoyed watching the men eyeball my bride nearly as much as I enjoyed the tremendous anticipation of what was to follow. Gina held Dick’s arm wherever they went, and she was acting exactly as if she’d just married him. She was acting exactly as she acted at our housewarming party.

Ah, our housewarming party, the most exciting night of my life. The first and only time she played the public role of Dick’s date - until tonight. We obviously knew everybody well. The other five guys in our core group already watched Dick play with my fiancée on the dance floor, and everybody else had certainly heard about it. Dick shared the Polaroids Gina gave him, photographs I took of her luscious naked body, so I believe everybody at the party had seen every inch of her beautiful body. The seven guys in our group accepted - no, much more than accepted, we embraced - unusual lifestyles and interests. They were still friends after Dick fucked my young fiancée - still friends with Gina, still friends with Dick, and most of all still my best friends. We hid nothing from them, and Gina loved it - her cunt was always wet when she was around them because they knew Dick had fucked her. Dick’s status as the unofficial leader of our group was enhanced, Gina’s flirting became much more exciting because they knew she had already fucked one of her fiancé’s best friends, and my reputation as the most incorrigible nonconformist in our group was solidified.

This was a different party environment, and I was sure most of the people there wouldn’t embrace the idea. A young bride, on her wedding day, acting as one man’s wife while her groom watched was not normal, but I found the strangeness itself arousing. Gina’s actions were evidence that she did too. If they only knew how far Gina was going to go in letting Dick act as her surrogate groom on her wedding night. It couldn’t get any hotter.

I saw Gina point me out numerous times during the evening when Dick introduced her, and I saw many people bend to read her anklet. It was nearly an hour into the party when Allen, the homeowner and party host, joined Don and I. His young trophy wife wasn’t with him.

“So you’re Kirk? Gina’s new husband?”

“Yes, how did you know?” I smiled at him as I fake dusted the lapels of my tux.

He smiled back. “I guess your clothes do give it away, don’t they?” He studied me for a second. “I was in the entry when you came in so I knew already, but then Dick introduced your wife as ‘Kirk’s bride, Gina’. She pointed to your group.” He continued to analyze me before he continued. “Your wife’s beautiful.”

She was thrilled when Dick introduced her to Darrell and Tim as my fiancée, so she must have asked Dick to continue it. One difference, and when you looked at her dress it really wasn’t a huge difference, was that she was totally nude when she met Darrell and Tim. The main difference was that I was now married to her. My cock throbbed at the thought of Dick introducing her as my bride while she acted like his.

“She is. I’ll tell her you said so. She loves to hear it when guys appreciate her.” Don smiled, and I knew he was thinking she loved more than appreciation from guys. He replaced me as Dick’s roommate and he’d been in his bedroom the night that Dick first fucked her on their couch. Gina said he watched her walk naked to the bathroom in the morning. I thought that what he heard would be more interesting, but I didn’t talk to him about it.

“She’s wearing the hottest wedding gown I’ve ever seen.” He spoke with obvious trepidation. I’m 6′1″, 190 pounds and an ex-marine with combat duty in Vietnam. He was a little bigger than Dick, but not much. Maybe 5′10″, with a little paunch. I guessed between forty and forty-five years old. I knew he wanted to talk about my wife, so I put him at ease. I smiled at him and noticed visible relaxation in his shoulders.

“It wasn’t easy to find, but I assume you like her wedding dress Allen?” He nodded as I moved closer to him. “She’s as hot as her dress. She loves being at your party like this. What do you like about her dress Allen?”

“Damn, it’s great. It, uh, really shows off her, um, body.” He didn’t look confident again.

“It’s all she has on Allen. Can I ask you - did you already know she was naked under it?”

“Well, I saw you when you came in and … uhh … I overheard Dick talking to her. I could see she wasn’t wearing a bra. I could see her … umm … her…”

“Tits Allen?”

“Well, I was going to say nipples, but ok … her tits.”

“Do you like her tits?”

“They’re beautiful.” He said it almost with reverence.

“I agree. Did you notice her stiff nipples? She gets very excited when guys look at them. They’re very sensitive too. You should hear her moan when somebody plays with them. What else did you notice Allen?”

He paused for a second. I could see he was getting more uncomfortable by the second. “I didn’t see … uh … any panties, and I didn’t see any … um … any … um … hair.”

“So you’ve been trying to look through her dress?”

He shuffled his feet. “Um … yes.”

“She’ll be glad Allen. She wouldn’t have worn it if she didn’t want men to look. She’s so excited walking around almost naked that I can smell her excitement. Here they come - see if you can smell her Allen.”

Gina and Dick walked by on their way to dance. She smiled at me and squeezed my biceps while I watched her rub her tit on Dick’s arm. Allen was watching her too, and I could see the lust in his eyes. I also saw him sniff the air.

“I love the smell of her wet cunt Allen. I usually don’t let her wear perfume so I can smell it. Did you smell it?” He nodded at me.

“You were right Allen. You couldn’t see pubic hair because she shaves her pussy. Have you ever seen a live shaved cunt before Allen?”

“No.” His emphatic response accented the glint in his eyes as they tracked her retreating ass.

“You might tonight. Will it upset your wife?”

“No. We’ve been to, um, gentlemen’s clubs before.”

“Tell your friends but see if you can’t shoo out those who wouldn’t appreciate it.”

“I’ll come by to tell you when everybody that needs to leave is gone. How’s that?”

“Tell Dick. He’s the one who needs to know. And Allen?”

“Yes?”

“They will see more than Gina’s body, if you know what I mean?”

“Okay.” He looked thoughtfully at me again. “I’m going to let my imagination run wild on that.” He looked again and I thought he would chicken out before he finally whispered, “Can I ask you a very personal question?”

“I think I can guess, but go ahead.” I whispered back.

“I know Dick pretty well from business and I know he gets around. I’ve seen him with several beautiful women. Why is he with your bride? She said you two got married today but she’s acting like he is her husband, not you.” I could barely hear him.

“Did you see what her ankle bracelet says Allen?”

“Yes. It says Dick’s.”

“I gave it to her tonight Allen. There is a lot of history to fully explain why, but I’ll cut it short.” I spoke in a normal voice. As long as I was going to explain, I didn’t want him to say he couldn’t hear. “Dick and I were roommates for six years before Gina and I met - three in college and three after. They became close while we dated, and she loved it when I asked him to be the best man at our wedding. I admire them more than any other two people in the world, and they’ve developed a strong attraction for each other. The romance started when Gina drank too much at a party and started kissing Dick, but when I told her I enjoyed watching them, they became increasingly sexual in front of me while they were dancing at parties. It excited me, so I encouraged Gina to go further. I even asked her to take Dick out to our car for awhile at the parties. That excited me even more when she told me what they had done, and he told her to ask me if he could fuck her. I told Gina two weeks ago that he could. I enjoyed listening on the phone the first time he fucked her and watching the next day as he fucked her on my couch right in front of me. I probably enjoyed it as much as Gina and Dick enjoyed it, and Dick asked if he could fuck her again tonight. I gave her the ankle bracelet so they both know I approve - sort of a wedding gift. I’m enjoying watching them together and I’ll enjoy it even more later. I gave my bride to my best friend so he would be the first to fuck her on our wedding night.” I looked him in the eye while I spoke, and he averted his eyes after he heard it excited me when they got sexual on the dance floor in front of me. I kept rambling to the end, despite his embarrassment. Hell, he asked. He kind of shuffled his feet and I thought for a second that he might reply, but he finally just lightly slapped me on the shoulder and walked away. I saw Don smiling, and then I smiled when I heard his signature deep bass chuckle. I would recognize it anywhere.

I was quite aware that nobody I talked to, outside of my friends, was interested in my ideas or opinions. They only wanted to meet the man in the groom’s tuxedo who would let his bride in her scandalous bridal gown behave as the wife of another man in front of his eyes - especially one as drop-dead gorgeous as Gina. Most wouldn’t meet my eyes, but I could “feel the eyes” on me when I wasn’t looking. I was getting used to it and it wasn’t so bad. It wouldn’t be something I’d ever learn to enjoy like Gina, but I was already close to being able to ignore it.

They could see I was a lot bigger than Dick, and I’ve been told I look the part of the ex-marine that I am, so I’m sure they were baffled. Partly I’m sure it was feeling sorry for me, partly wondering how I could let it go on. You don’t often see a stunningly beautiful young bride ignore her new husband in public, especially one hanging all over his handsome best friend.

Most of them were not bashful about looking at my wife, whether in our group or away from it. It was easy to see why. Her wedding dress was a smashing success. It was covered with beads crocheted into detailed patterns atop white gauze. We’d been told that beads covered over 85% of the gown, but the part that wasn’t covered was the vital part. There’s an old saying about statistics being like bikinis: what they reveal is interesting, but what they conceal is vital. Gina’s gown teasingly revealed 15% of both the interesting and the vital parts of her 35C-21-34 statistics through the thin gauze, which was thin enough to detect color differences and shadows underneath it even from the outdoor pool lighting. In the family room where the lighting was good, it was nearly obscene. The loci of her areolae and nipples were evident by the color difference, but the erect bumps would have given them away anyway. The dress would have been revealing due to its brevity even if it didn’t transmit so much information about what was underneath it. It was a long gown with a front slit that ended a few inches below her cunt, and the top was cut so low that there was very little cloth between her bare skin and her areolae. It was difficult finding a wedding gown this revealing, and during the ceremony the white slip underneath was the only thing that made it marginally acceptable in public. Without the slip, light was transmitted easily between her legs, and even without the enticing center slit it was easy to see the silhouette of her hairless cunt.

I’d never seen her look more radiant - or sexy. She’s 5′4″, 105 lbs., has extremely light blonde hair, very striking emerald green eyes, a beautiful face, and a great smile. It’s easy to see the lust in male eyes when I’m with her and she always exudes sex appeal. Her eighteen-year-old firm body always attracts male eyes, but not with the undivided attention I saw in them tonight. She practically glowed from joy and excitement.

Tonight was special for a number of reasons. First, she’d been on the orgasm precipice even before we got to the party and Dick’s foreplay kept her poised there all night. Second, she was on display for many male eyes and that always made her hot. Then she’d been drinking and that always focuses her attention on sex. Add to that it was her wedding night, a night traditionally dedicated to sex. And finally, the man who fucked her better than any of her previous lovers - including me - was going to fuck her in front of everybody. It was truly a cosmic convergence of arousal buttons for my bride.

Her eyes and her laughter sparkled and her nipples stayed hard, mainly because of the number of eyes focused on them in every social group they visited. Gina’s ultimate aphrodisiac is seeing male eyes mentally undressing her while they focus on her as a sex object. I knew her cunt was dripping although it was hidden; and I guess whether it was hidden would depend on your definition - for instance, as Allen noted, her dress could not have hidden the shade difference between skin and pubic hair. Lustful eyes would have been enough, but Gina rubbed her nipples on Dick’s arm whenever she held it, which was most of the time. I also noticed how often she clenched her buttocks, and I knew she was trying to stimulate herself without being able to touch.

As the evening wore on, the passion between my best friend and my bride became more obvious. Gina was underage, but nobody cared, and the alcohol loosened her inhibitions. They held hands, she hung on his arm, they kissed, they hugged, and they touched each other more - both familiarly and sexually. Since others were also drinking, their eyes became bolder, and the stares Gina’s body attracted became more obvious, lasted longer, and induced more erections. She loved the attention from the eyes and the bulges in the pants, and her smiles were often directed at the boldest men.

They danced several times, although not nearly as much as at the last three parties and the passion that I now expected when they danced was certainly present. They kissed like lovers, they ground, bumped and humped like lovers, and they touched and fondled to arouse like lovers. I was dancing with Bob’s girl Becky when I saw Dick’s whisper cause Gina to back up about a foot. I turned Bob’s girl and we both watched him openly slip her right shoulder strap down to the bend in her elbow, then pull her to him so her bare tit was pressed against his chest. Dick slipped his hand between them to feel my bride’s naked tit while they danced.

I knew he was feeling her up partially for my benefit, and Becky did too. She giggled a little when I pulled back - I didn’t want to do anything sexual with any girl except Gina, but I was sure hard dancing with Becky and she felt it against her very briefly. Becky understood I was hard because of Gina and Dick, so she danced without touching it any more, although she smiled and seemed to enjoy my condition.

Aside from us, there was not much of an audience for Dick and Gina on the dance floor. The other couples dancing were often doing similar things and it wasn’t a party where the main activity was dancing. Most of the people were in other rooms. Even if there had been people in the room, it would have been difficult to see. The only light was from overhead lights way down the hall, so the dance area was nearly dark. The dimly lit room encouraged adventurous hands, and most of the dancers indulged, although none were as flagrant in their exhibitionism as Dick and Gina.

The covert foreplay was finally, finally over a little before 1:30 AM. Many of the people were still there, but those with babysitters and, more importantly, uptight attitudes were gone. It looked to me like about half the original partygoers had disappeared. Dick sat on one of the easy chairs in the family room and Gina was seated sideways on his legs flirting with two single guys standing next to them. Don and I were in the kitchen when Allen caught Dick’s eye and nodded. Dick whispered to Gina and she immediately stood, hiked up her gown so she could straddle his legs with her back to him, and sat down in his lap. His second whisper induced her to raise her legs and hook her knees over the armrests. His hands pushing up on her ass induced her to lift it up far enough so he could pull her hemline to her waist. I was mesmerized at the sight of my bride’s wet, widespread twat on display in the well-lit room. I saw Don pull his camera out of his coat pocket.

Dick moved his hand to Gina’s very wet cunt and slipped a finger inside. She gasped and spread even further while he looked directly at me and raised his eyebrows in a way I knew was a question whether he should continue. I smiled and nodded. He pushed another finger in and gently moved his thumb over her clit as he slowly finger fucked my bride’s beautiful shaved twat. I heard the shutter clicks from Don’s camera, the sighs, pants and whimpers from Gina, and the murmur spreading through the room. Conversations stopped and Gina’s exposed cunt soon became the focal point for the party. The pool area was quickly emptying as the family room filled. Gina had been ready to come for hours - she was almost there when I fingered her in the car - and Dick kept her on the edge all night. The clicks from Don’s camera brought the thought: “These will be the only wedding pictures I’ll want to look at again and again”. Her climb toward orgasm was meteoric. Her moans and her movements exuded arousal, and I could see and hear how close she was. Again.