(DAMN!! I wish this was NOT fiction!!) What more could a horny bi guy wish for? A drop-dead gorgeous she-male for a new bride, and a hunky, well-hung, hot-assed best man. Britt, my new bride, and I, were destined to a long and happy marriage. She was totally obsessed with my round, firm, little 50-something ass, and loved nothing better than to slam her fat dong up my tight, sweaty, hairy hole. All during the wedding ceremony, my huge cock was leaking lube like a faucet into my boxers, and I could feel my tight chute twitch in anticipation of the wedding night to come.
Hank, my best man/best pal, (and also a successful fellow in his own right) also loved fucking my tight ass, as much as I loved fucking his own big, furry beefy butt. He also loved when we traded blowjobs. No complaints from any of us!
Anyway, after the wedding ceremony, the three of us went down to my car, which was parked in a deserted area of a big parking garage. Hank was escorting us down to my new Mercedes, and he kept grabbing my round boardroom butt through my tight tux, telling me what a lucky guy I was. When we got to the car, I wasn't prepared for what happenednext.
Everything seemed to go speed rapidly like a video in fast-forward. Britt grabbed me by the shoulders, and told me she was too horny to wait until we got to our hotel room. She ordered me to drop my tux pants and shorts and bend over the car.
Too stunned to even reply, I obeyed, unfastening my suspenders from the trousers buttons, and letting my tux pants drop down to my glossy black wingtips. My striped tapered boxers followed, ending up down around my gartered socks. My huge cock swung out from beneath my shirt, the angry head was slick with lube.
Then Hank unzipped his tux pants and hauled out his throbbing, sweaty 10-incher and sat on the hood my of red Mercedes. What the fuck was going on? I wondered? I didn't have long to wait for an answer. Hank's big paw reached out and pulled my head down between his muscular, trouser-covered legs, and I wasted no time in letting my hot tongue slither up my best man/best buddy's throbbing cock, making the big stud moan like mad. He moaned through his gritted teeth when I really went to town, and swallowed his massive shaft down to the hairyroot.
Britt, meanwhile, had lifted up the front of her expensive wedding gown, and her own thick, angry-looking cock jutted out into the open.
"Looks like you're gonna get your little sleazeball CEO ass fucked good, Jack!", Hank chucked. I felt my hard cock unleash even more lube against the fender of my expensive set of wheels, as my sexy she-male bride pulled my smooth, round buns apart and started easing her big dong into my tight, sweaty man-chute. My mouth was too full of Hank's tasty lawyer cock to do more than let out a muffle moan, as Britt shoved more and more of her lengthy cock between my firm little boardroom glutes.
I then felt her wedding gown brushing against my bare ass and the backs of my hairy legs, and she then grabbed onto my tux-clad shoulders and really started plowing my tight, eager ass. What a fucking hot sight we had to be! A bespectacled, 50-something guy in a tux, pants and shorts down, getting royally buttfucked by his sexy new she-male bride while he hungrily deep-throated his hunky best man's fat cock through his open fly. Man, did Britt ever tear into my quivering little CEOass!!!!
She relentlessly power-fucked my sore and twitching asshole, pounding my overworked prostate into a fucking pulp. My throbbing boardroom boner ground against the fender of my car, drooling lubenon-stop.
And Hank's big, hairy-knuckled hand pumped my head roughly, pumping my cock-starved mouth up and down on his lube and sweat-slicked cock. Britt's small but small hands started spanking my round asscheeks, and the nylon gloves she wore felt so fucking good on my soon-sizzling asscheeks, as she continued to both spank and fuck her rich and successful new hubby's hot ass raw.
All too soon, I heard Hank mutter, "Ohhhhfuckkk...ooohhhffucckk....yeahhh...gonna cum...yeah, pal....gonna flood my best pal's hot moth with a gallon of fuckin' jizz....ooohhhhffuucckkkkk....!!" Briit, however, had not uttered a word since she had ordered me to drop my pants and shorts, and was growling angrily and lustily in her slender throat as she continued to fuck me senseless. My hairy nuts, aching and churning with a massive load, could no longer hold back. I came a split second before Hank did, and my huge corporate cock shot out huge, thick gobs of hot CEO jizz, splattering the fender of my new Mercedes, as well as Hank's tux trousers, and even his black size 13 wingtip. But Britt continued to fuck my hot, sore, quivering butt, ramming her new husband's ass like there was no tomorrow.
And...imagine my surprise, when I found out a few minutes later that Britt had invited Hank along on our honeymoon! And, still later, I found out that Hank and paid the security guards a good chunk of dough to "ignore" what they saw transpire on their security cameras. Actually, I heard that the two humpy guys had unzipped their uniform pants and were whacking off like madman as they watched the three of us in action in the parking garage! But....that's ANOTHER story for another time..... Yep, talk about "wedded bliss"(!!) Hope you enjoyed! Comments are always welcome!