As the winter passed, Tessa thought more and more about her encounter with her mother-in-law. The memories were the fuel for many fantasies and the motivation for numerous masturbation sessions. She wanted so badly to share the details of their afternoon delight with his stepmom but she made that promise and vowed never to break it. It wasn’t easy but she held fast. 

March turned to April and it soon came time for her and her husband to get ready for their trip to attend Rafa and Marisol’s wedding and, if things went the way she hoped, be very active participants in the consummation of the marriage. She still hadn’t figured out what it was about Rafa that excited her but whenever she thought of him, her pussy got wet. 

For his part, Thomas noticed the changes in her breathing and the widening of her pupils whenever his name came up and he teased her mercilessly, particularly when they were in bed together. They even made a dirty movie where she fantasized about him fucking her in all three holes while she masturbated. 

She also had occasional conversations with Sam. They talked about their lives, their personal movie-making, her lust for Raphael, and their potential visit to Sam and Donnie to make the video that would be posted online. So many times, she almost told Sam about her indiscretion with her aunt, but she uncharacteristically held her tongue. 

Their Thursday dinners at her mother’s house had resumed but they weren’t every week like before. It was while they were at one of those dinners that they told her parents that they were invited to Rafa and Marisol’s wedding. “They’re a couple we met when we were in Vegas,” Tessa lied. 

“Met them, or ‘met’ them,” her mother asked, putting the words in air quotes. 

“Let your mind wander, Mother,” Tessa replied. “Anyway, we're leaving on the fifteenth of next month; we’ll be away for a week. Could you guys keep an eye on the house, please?” 

“Of course,” her dad said. 

~  ~  ~ 

As they exited the baggage claim at LAX, Rafa and Marisol spied them and ran over excitedly. He and Thomas shook hands and then Rafa came to attention and saluted Tessa. They all laughed except Marisol; he hadn’t told her all the details of their evening together. “I’ll tell you later,” he said. 

“Maybe we can all tell her on Sunday night!” Tessa said with a smile. They hugged and held each other, looking into each other’s faces. 

“Go ahead!” Marisol said with a smile. “He hasn’t shut up about you all day. Go ahead and kiss my fiancé!” They kissed softly and then Rafa introduced them to his bride-to-be. 

“Marisol, these are my very good friends I told you about, Thomas and Theresa.” He pronounced them in the Spanish style. 

Thomas hugged Marisol. “Don’t I get a kiss?” she asked. “After all, your wife kissed my fiancé. I should get equal treatment, should I not?” Her English was near perfect, with only a slight accent. She tiptoed up and kissed him on the lips, softly and gently, keeping her tongue in her mouth. “It’s very nice to meet you, Thomas!” 

It’s nice to meet you, Marisol!” He tried to copy Rafa’s accent when he said her name which made her eyes sparkle. Then she turned to Tessa. 

They hugged but this time Marisol didn’t have to wait for a kiss. “Theresa! Raphael has said so many wonderful things about you!” 

“Nothing good I hope!” she said. “Please, call me Tessa.” They kissed softly, both of them allowing their tongues to flick forward. 

“My fiancé has only the most complimentary things to say about you both!” she said. The two women held hands as the men wrestled the suitcases out to the car park. “I know you said you had booked a hotel but I won’t stand for it! We would be honoured if you would stay with us!” 

“Our hotel is paid for and it is not refundable,” Thomas said. “Besides, I think we should wait until after the nuptials before we spend the night under the same roof.” 

“My future husband can’t wait to get his hands on your wife!” Marisol teased. “And I can’t wait to get my hands on you!” She reached back to hold Thomas’s hand. 

“Well, you’ll just have to wait!” Tessa said. “Today’s Thursday, the wedding is on Saturday. Surely you can wait two more days!” 

“Speak for yourself!” Rafa said. 

“Okay, we will wait!” Marisol agreed. “But tomorrow night, Rafa’s friends are taking him out for his bachelor party and my Dama de Honor is taking me out for my despedida de soltera! You, of course, are invited to join us!” 

“And considering the way we intend to live our lives, we both have the freedom to do whatever we want!” added Rafa. 

Tessa looked at Thomas and winked. He nodded and the agreement was made, free passes for all! 

A hotel bed meant hotel sex the way it was meant to be, loud, messy and exhausting. It was one of the reasons why they usually booked a double-queen room, one bed for fucking, one bed for sleeping. 

They slept late because they knew that the upcoming week would test their endurance. At 6:00 PM, Rafa picked them both up and dropped Tessa off at Marisol’s apartment. Then he drove to his friend Gabriel’s house and hung his keys on the hook. He’d be doing no more driving this night! 

In all, there were nine men going out to send Rafa off for his final night of freedom. Thomas was a bit lost because the more they drank, the less English they spoke. Rafa made sure he didn’t get left out of the conversations and the fun. 

They first went to Rafa’s neighbourhood bar, a seedy-looking spot but Rafa and his friends assured him he would come to no harm. When the regulars there heard that he was Tessa’s husband, he became very popular indeed. 

An attractive middle-aged woman came up to him. “So you’re married to the Chiquita that Rafa won’t shut up about, eh?” He nodded and introduced himself. “I don’t know what she did to him but he has got it bad for her, Senor! Rafa says you are a very lucky man!” 

“I won’t argue with that!” Thomas said. 

“So, are you boys sticking to the East LA bachelor party tradition?” she asked. 

“What tradition is that?” he asked.

She kissed him hard on the mouth. “The tradition that you are free to be with any woman who will have you for the night!” She laughed loudly and many in the bar joined her. 

“You’d have to ask Rafa,” he said. 

“I’m not asking Rafa, I’m asking you!” She pulled him in and kissed him again. “How about you and me sneak away and you give me some of that Canadian pito?” She grabbed his hand and dragged him out the back way to a small room with a cot. 

She wasted no time. She pulled up the back of her dress, pulled down her knickers and presented herself to him. He hesitated but then said, “What the fuck! Tessa’s doing it!” and dropped his pants. Six minutes later his cum was filling one of the condoms that Tessa had slipped into his pocket before they left their hotel. 

He rejoined the gang and they tormented him mercilessly. “Your pito is gonna fall off bro!” shouted one of them and Thomas realized that he was smart to wrap it up. 

They ended up in a strip club, arriving just before midnight. Rafa’s friends were doing their level best to get him laid by one or more of the strippers and as they got drunker, Thomas felt more and more that he didn’t belong there. He managed to get Rafa alone for a few seconds while his friends were watching a lithe black woman on stage. 

“I’m gonna head out, amigo. I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon,” he shouted above the music. 

“Hang on,” Rafa said. He spoke to one of the bouncers and came back to Thomas. “You don’t want to be going out there in this neighbourhood at this time of night! Luis is gonna get you a cab to take you home safe, all right?”

Thomas nodded and shook his hand, pressing his remaining stash of condoms into his hand. “Don’t do anything stupid, amigo! Marisol will kill us both!” They embraced and Thomas went to wait for his cab. While he waited, he texted Tessa, I’m heading back to the hotel before this party gets out of hand! See you soon? 

A few minutes later, she replied, The party got out of hand here a few hours ago! Then he got a picture of Tessa and Marisol’s friends watching as Marisol was taking a long black cock in her mouth.

Did you get a taste of that? he asked. 

Not that one but….!

He received another picture of his wife licking the underside of a slightly less long, slightly less black cock. He could see little blobs of cum on its head and the smile on her face was as wide as he’d ever seen.

I didn’t blow him, some other girl, I forget her name, did. I just cleaned up her mess! Then she sent another picture of herself and Marisol licking cum off the other woman’s face. 

I should have gone with you! he texted, adding a string of emojis at the end. 

We would have killed you! Tessa replied. 

His cab arrived and after about 20 minutes dropped him at his hotel. He went to pay the fare but the driver said, “Already taken care of my friend!” He left a generous tip and as he got out he saw Tessa and Marisol getting out of their cab. “Ay caramba!” the taxi driver said, “Look at those two chiquitas!” 

“One of those chiquitas is my wife!” Thomas grinned. 

“Muy bien, amigo! You have a good night!” The driver fist-bumped him and drove off. 

“Hi, Baby!” Tessa squealed as she bounced over as fast as her heels would allow. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him sloppily. Then Marisol joined them and they shared hot kisses. 

“Is your bed big enough for three?” Marisol asked. 

“I think it is!” he replied as he took their hands and walked them into the hotel. 

“How’s Rafa doing?” the bride-to-be asked. 

“He’s doing just fine!” Thomas replied. “Last I saw him, Gabriel and his friends were trying to get him fucked by a stripper!”

Marisol frowned for a moment and then smiled again. “He better enjoy it! That’s the last strange pussy he’s gonna get forever!” 

“What about me?” asked Tessa. 

“Your pussy isn’t strange to him!” Marisol said as Thomas opened the door to their room. “And now it’s not gonna be strange to me either!” She tackled Tessa and wrestled her onto the bed. What little clothes they were wearing flew to all corners of the room and in moments they were naked and twisting themselves into a wet, noisy sixty-nine. Thomas watched as once again, his favourite fantasy played out before him, his wife rapturous as an equally hot, equally aroused woman pleasured her with her fingers, lips and tongue. 

Tessa was on her back with Marisol’s pussy just above her face. Thomas stripped off and stroked himself a couple of times before wrapping himself in a latex sheath. He moved behind Marisol and tapped Tessa on the forehead with the end of his cock. She looked up and nodded and he slipped himself inside Marisol’s warm, wet cunt. 

“Madre de Dios! That feels so good!” Marisol purred as his hips pushed against her bottom. He could feel Tessa’s nose on the underside of his cock as he pulled back as she licked and suckled on the turgid clit above her lips. He started slowly, easing himself in and out as the two women beneath him moaned and sighed. 

The drinks he had consumed, along with having his cock wrapped in latex, meant he could go longer than he usually did which, by the noises that were coming from her, seemed to please Marisol greatly. Every half-minute or so, she would come up for air and mutter curses in a mix of Spanish and English, or Spanglish as he would come to know it. 

Marisol came first, and a rather loud and wet affair it was. The loud was from her moans and screams and the wet was from the copious amounts of lady cum that seeped from her pussy all over his wife’s nose. Thomas was not far behind. He grunted and groaned his last few strokes into and shot his load into the end of the rubber sheath, wishing he hadn’t put it on because it denied him the exquisite pleasure of cleaning her pussy afterward. 

“Come on, Baby! Almost there!” Tessa moaned as she pushed her pussy upward to meet Marisol’s tongue. Her voice rose in volume and pitch as she urged Marisol to put out the fire that the evening’s events had lit. “That’s it, suck on my little clitty! Yes! So close!” Louder and wetter than their companion she came, her scream a primal roar that started somewhere near her bellybutton and exploded out of her. Jets of cum squirted from her pussy over and over, each jet accompanied by a shout that could only be interpreted as the manifestation of pure sexual pleasure. 

Thomas backed away and watched his wife and her lover share soft kisses in the afterglow. Tessa looked at him and wiggled her fingers for him to join them. 

“Why the rubber?” Marisol asked. 

“Well, before I left tonight, Tessa gave him a handful of condoms and warned me not to fuck anyone without one,” he said. “I was just doing what I was told.” 

“As any good husband should!” Tessa added. 

“Yes, he should!” Marisol whispered before she kissed him. “You are such a good husband to Theresa, Thomas! I hope my Raphael is so good to me as that!”

 “And I hope for your sake that you are as good a wife as Theresa is to me!” he replied. “Truly, he and I are very lucky to have found two beautiful and sexy women as you two!”

They shared kisses and before long they were fucking again, this time with Tessa riding Thomas’s cock and Marisol sitting on his face as they kissed and pawed at each other’s breasts. After they finished, Thomas cleaned his wife, removing all traces of his cum. 

“Does Rafa do that for you?” Tessa asked Marisol. 

She shook her head. “No, he does not do that for me. He does that for himself and I love it! Before he was with you, he would never do such a thing but now he does it almost every time we make love! And I love it when he does and then shares with me! I suppose I have you two to thank for that!” 

“It was our pleasure, believe me!” Thomas said. 

Marisol shook her head, “I cannot believe we’re doing this! Getting married and sleeping with other people, it’s insane!” She sat up and looked at Tessa, “You know we almost broke up because of you.” 

“What? Why?” Tessa asked. 

Marisol lay back down. “When he told me about you he was infatuated. He couldn’t stop talking about you, how beautiful you are and how sexy you look. It made me sad, then it made me angry that he might prefer you over me.” She sniffled back a tear. “I love him and I can’t wait to marry him but my biggest fear was that you would take him away from me!” 

Tessa sat up and hugged her. “Never going to happen!” They kissed. “Yes, we had a great time together and yes, I really like Rafa, too much for Thomas’s liking I think. But what we had was just sex. Incredible, mind-blowing sex, but just sex. Sure there was some attraction, how could there not be? But take him away from you? As if I ever could! He loves you, Marisol, with everything he has! You have nothing to worry about!” 

“Are you sure?”

Tessa nodded and kissed her again. “You know, if you can’t separate the sex from the love, then you really shouldn’t get into the lifestyle. It will tear you apart if you don’t tell each other everything!” Then she thought of her own secret and if she would ever tell Thomas. 

“I have to call him!” she said loudly. 

Thomas put his hand on hers. “No, Marisol, you don’t. Tomorrow night, after you are married, then you talk to him. We will leave you alone and you can talk to him and tell him everything. He will still love you, no matter what! I promise you he will!” 

“Okay,” she said. She yawned and then hugged Tessa. “I am so glad you were my first!” Then she looked at Thomas. “You can’t be my first, but you could be next!” 

“No, Thomas said. “Rafa will be your next. Now get some sleep. You have a long and busy day ahead of you tomorrow!” 

“And a long and busy night tomorrow night!” Marisol added. They all hugged and settled back down to sleep, a tangle of arms and legs as they all sought to make that skin-on-skin contact they were all craving. 

The next day was Marisol’s wedding day. The girls got up relatively early considering the sky was starting to brighten by the time they got to sleep. They took a shower together, banishing Thomas from the washroom much to his disappointment, and then got ready to go to Marisol’s apartment to get her ready. 

After they left, he showered and went down to the restaurant to eat. As he was waiting for the elevator back to the room, his phone dinged. It was Rafa. Hey bro, you alive? 

Barely! How you doing? Thomas replied. 

The jury is still out! By the way, thanks for the condoms! They came in handy! 

All of them? My dude! texted Thomas. 

I only used two but the other dudes used the rest! That stripper was insatiable! 

Thomas laughed. I wish I hadn’t left, amigo! 

No it was good that you did. Do you know where Marisol is? She’s not answering her phone. 

She’s fine bro, Tessa is with her, she’s gone to get ready. She said to say, whatever happened last night, she loves you and can’t wait to marry you! It was only a little white lie; she had said those words just not in that context. 

I hope so. I’ll see you later, I have to get ready. 

Don’t be late! Thomas reminded him. 

The ceremony was planned for 4:00 and Rafa showed up about fifteen minutes ahead of time. Thomas texted Tessa so she could tell Marisol to stop worrying. Ten minutes later, she came out and joined him in the church and they sat down. 

“Thomas, wait until you see her, she is so gorgeous!” Tessa whispered. 

“Not as gorgeous as you!” he whispered back just as the organist started playing the Wedding March. Everyone stood and turned to watch as she entered the aisle. Thomas tapped his wife on the shoulder and whispered, “I may have been wrong about what I just said!” 

She craned her neck around for a quick kiss and whispered, “Told you!” 

Hymns were sung, prayers were spoken, vows repeated and promises were made and forty-five minutes after her father handed Marisol’s hand to Raphael, they were married. The joy on their faces was contagious as Thomas looked into Tessa’s face and he wiped away a few tears.

She hugged and kissed him and whispered, “I am going to fuck him so good tonight!” That was his wife, always thinking with her libido. 

Rafa and Marisol insisted that, even though they weren’t part of their wedding party, they go with them for the photographs in a nearby public garden, popular for weddings, graduations and such. Tessa looked out of place because her dress didn’t even come close to matching those of the bridesmaids but Marisol insisted that her special new friend be a part of everything. 

Later, at dinner, Marisol’s Dama de Honor, Luisa, came up to Tessa. “So, Marisol calls you her special new friend. What makes you so special?” 

“That’s for Marisol to say, not me,” Tessa replied. 

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say there was something funny going on here!” she said. 

Tessa was getting defensive and didn’t want to cause a scene. “Look, Luisa, I get it, you want to protect your friend. But she’s a big girl and can take care of herself. My husband and I really like Marisol and Raphael, that’s all there is to it. Respectfully, anything else in none of your business!” 

“Maybe I want a very special friend too!” Luisa said. 

“Well go find one then,” Tessa suggested. She wasn’t particularly opposed to getting together with Luisa but in the brief time she had met the other woman’s husband, she judged him to be a bit of a pig. No way was she going there!

Maybe I will!” Luisa said. “I’m just worried about Marisol, that’s all. Please forgive me for sticking my nose into your business.” 

“Don’t worry about it,” Tessa said as she turned to leave. Then she stopped and turned back. “Luisa?”

Yes, Theresa?” 

“You look very lovely tonight!”

“Thank you, Theresa!” Tessa left and rejoined the reception. 

A few hours later, after toasts and dances, and garters, and many, many kisses and hugs, Marisol and Rafa decided it was time to leave. They made their way to the waiting limousine that would take them to the honeymoon suite of the upscale hotel they had rented. They had decided with Thomas and Tessa that they would wait a half hour or so before leaving so as not to arouse any suspicion that the four of them would be spending the night together. 

They danced for a few songs, the words to which neither of them could comprehend but they agreed that when it came to love songs, the words didn’t matter. As they swayed to the music, the rest of the world disappeared. “Are you happy, Thomas?” Tessa asked.

“Insanely happy!” he replied. 

“I’ve been meaning to ask you, you didn’t bring home any of the condoms I gave you last night. You didn’t use them all, did you?” 

“No.” He shook his head. “Only one. Rafa and his friends used the rest!” 

“Only one?” He nodded. “I guess I win then!” 

“Oh, how so?” he asked. 

“I used two,” she admitted, her eyes locked on his. “Does that bother you that I fucked two other men in the same night without you there?” 

“Did it bother you that you thought I fucked six other women?” he asked. 

“A little, maybe,” she admitted. “But now that I know it was only one, I’m okay.” They kissed softly. “We did promise that we would never do that without each other!” 

“I know,” he replied. “But things change, don’t they?” 

She was just about to ask him another question when Marisol’s father asked if he could cut in. Tessa looked at her husband and he nodded. “I’ll get our coats; you dance with this nice gentleman!” 

She moved into his embrace and immediately she could sense that he was a very good dancer. “I am so happy that my Marisol has found such a good friend as you. She is so happy when she talks about you and your husband. I hope you remain friends for a very long time!” 

“I hope so too, Señor Vargas,” Tessa said. Shortly after, the song was over and he disengaged from her. 

“You are a beautiful dancer and a beautiful lady, Señora Williams. It has been my honour!” He kissed her hand just as Thomas arrived. He handed Tessa’s hand back to her husband. “You are a very fortunate man to have your Theresa!” 

“I am the luckiest man in the world, Señor,” Thomas replied, his eyes never leaving those of his wife. 

“All men who are married to beautiful women should think as you and I do, Thomas! Enjoy your evening!” He kissed Tessa’s hand again and left to find his wife. 

“Now that is how you treat a lady!” Tessa gushed. 

“I’ll try to remember that!” he promised. “Shall we?” He helped her with her coat and as they made their way out of the hall, they were stopped by many people who thanked them for coming and wished them a good evening. The last of them was Luisa and her husband. 

“My husband, Ernesto,” she introduced them. “These are Thomas and Theresa, Marisol’s good friends from Canada!” 

“It is nice to meet you!” he said, shaking Thomas’s hand and extending it to Tessa. She smiled and shook her head, reaching up and hugging him. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Ernesto!” Tessa said. 

“Is this your first time at a Mexican wedding?” he asked. They nodded. “And what do you think?” 

“It’s not all that different from weddings where we live,” Thomas said. “All very traditional and we didn’t understand a lot of what was being said but it was very enjoyable.” 

“And what about wedding nights where you live, what are they like?” Luisa asked pointedly. 

“That is between the Bride and the Groom, I’m afraid,” Tessa said. “I’ve only ever been to my own but I can say, it was a lot of fun!” 

“I imagine it was!” Ernesto laughed. “As it should be!” 

“Our taxi is here,” Thomas said. “It was nice to meet you both. Luisa, you look very lovely tonight. Have a good evening!” The men shook hands and the women hugged everyone. 

“She’s on to us, I think,” Tessa whispered as the taxi pulled away. She directed the driver to take them to their hotel. “We’ll catch a different cab to meet up with them.” 

“That’ll give the newlyweds time to consummate their marriage. Then the fun can start!” Thomas grinned. 

“I think we should start the fun now!” she whispered as her hand grasped his hard-on through his slacks. 

“Let’s wait!” Thomas said. “The next cock you touch will be Rafa’s!” 

“You are so mean to me!” she teased. 

They went up to their room and packed everything up as they would be leaving in the morning to go to the resort near Las Vegas. It would be a six-hour drive, closer to seven probably and Tessa hoped that the shenanigans could start during the drive. They collected their things and checked out, catching a cab to the upscale hotel with the large suite that Rafa and Marisol had arranged for their wedding night. 

They texted the newlyweds on the way and received a reply from Marisol. Can’t wait to see you! 

They arrived and Rafa met them in the lobby. The lady at the reception desk said, “But, Sir, aren’t you on your honeymoon?”

“So what if I am?" he replied. “Our guests are joining us for the evening and if you check your records, we did reserve the suite for four people. So, if you will excuse us?” 

“Of course, Sir, have a good evening!”

Mandy is not going to believe this when she gets here in the morning! she thought as she watched the three of them disappear into the elevator. An hour later, as she did her rounds, she stopped and listened outside the door of their suite. There was little doubt that the four of them were indeed having sex. She rubbed her pussy as she listened for a few minutes and then continued on her way. 

Rafa opened the door for them and showed them in. “Hi Honey, I’m home!” he called. 

“In the bedroom!” Marisol called back. Thomas put their luggage in the other bedroom and then they joined Rafa. Marisol was a vision in white, from the high heels with the little pom-pom on the toes to the sheer stockings, the garter and the bra that was a cup size too small, to her wedding veil, still perched on her dark hair. Her knees were together and she smiled as she opened her thighs slowly to reveal a shiny and smooth waxed pussy. 

“Hi!” she whispered, her eyes not leaving Thomas’s. “I’ve been waiting for this!” 

“So have we,” said Thomas. 

“Theresa, may I suggest that you help your husband get undressed so he can do what he came here to do?” 

“And what would I be doing while my husband is doing what he came here to do?” Tessa asked. 

“You could do what you came here to do!” Marisol suggested. She smiled and licked her lips. “And when we’re both finished, perhaps our husbands could remove all the evidence!” 

“I like the way you are thinking, Senora!” Tessa searched her brain and realized she didn’t know Rafa’s last name. 

“Alvarez,” Marisol said. “Senora Marisol Mercedes Maria Alvarez. Dios mio, I love the sound of that!” 

“Well, Senora Marisol Mercedes Maria Alvarez, meet my husband, Thomas Stephen Williams!” Tessa teased as she removed Thomas’s shirt. 

When Thomas was naked, she dropped to her knees and took him into her throat for a few seconds. She stood back up and kissed her husband before leading him to the side of the bed and placing his hand in Marisol’s. She and her husband had discussed this. After each of them had had sex with a stranger the night before, they knew they’d be comfortable if they were in separate rooms. So they agreed that the first time they were with their friend’s partner that night they wouldn’t be in the same room. “Your husband Raphael…” she paused. 

“Raphael Jose Jesus Alvarez,” Marisol said, smiling brightly, her eyes glittering. 

“Raphael Jose Jesus Alvarez and I are going to leave you alone for a little while. What you do with my husband is your business but just know that I am going to fuck your husband so good he will be screaming my name the next time he is with you!” Tessa smiled, blew her a kiss and took Rafa’s hand. “Shall we?” 

~  ~  ~

The door to the room closed behind him and he looked at Marisol. “My God you are beautiful!” he whispered and she lowered her eyes. He knelt upon the bed and bent to kiss her knee. “May I taste you?” 

“Please.” Her voice was barely audible. He started on the inside of her left knee and placed soft kisses on the inside of her thigh, his tongue teasing playfully. “Please, Thomas!” she said in her Latin accent, placing the emphasis on the last syllable. “Don’t tease me!” 

He looked up at her and smiled. “Relax, you will enjoy this!” He switched legs and began again, just inside the knee and working his way up her thigh toward her wetness. When he reached her pussy, he inhaled her musky scent and looked up. “Not yet!” 

“Dios mio!” Marisol breathed as he moved upward, bypassing the bits she wanted him to kiss the most and focusing on her collarbones. Again with the softest of kisses, he teased her, stopping every time her body reacted to focus on that spot before carrying on. There were a lot of stops. He took her left nipple into his mouth, suckling on it while he flicked his tongue along it, giving her a preview of what he was going to do to her clit. Her back arched so her chest rose into him, willing him to suckle harder before he switched sides to the other nipple. 

She pushed down on the top of his head, her impatience showing. He looked up and shook his head, taking her hands and placing them on the sheet beside her hips. He used his hands to guide hers to take fistfuls of the material. “Patience, we’ll get there!” 

He returned to just below her full, round breasts, observing that they were only slightly smaller than those of his wife but that on her more diminutive frame, they looked much larger. He thanked the fates for what must have been the thousandth time that he had patience; it would be very easy to just plunge himself into her and complete the deed. 

Lower he went, teasing her ribcage before moving on to her tummy, the little bulge that pushed her belly button up enticing him to flick at the jewel that was attached there with his tongue. I should get Tessa to pierce her belly button! he thought. It would look so hot! 

Finally, after what seemed an eternity to her but was in reality only a few minutes, he reached the top of her mons. He ran his tongue over the area above her slit, commenting on its smoothness. Then he settled his shoulders under her thighs and breathed gently on her clit.

“Ay Papi!” she moaned and then he flicked his tongue forward to taste her. 

~  ~  ~ 

Tessa and Rafa undressed each other quickly as they kissed passionately. “I have missed you!” she breathed as he worked his way along her collarbone. “I can’t get you out of my head!” Her nipples disappeared into his mouth one after the other and she moaned loudly. He knelt in front of her and buried his face between her open thighs, licking her clit and slipping two fingers inside her. Her knees buckled as he brushed her G-spot and he had to break free to keep her from falling. 

She urged him up beside her and they kissed for a minute or so. “Thomas says you had fun last night!” she said. 

“I did but I wished that I wasn’t there. I wished I was with someone else,” he replied. 

“But you aren’t allowed to see your bride before your wedding!” she teased. 

“It’s not my bride I wished I was with. I wished I was with you!” He looked at her earnestly and she hoped it was just the passion of the moment that made him say it. Deep inside her soul, she wished he’d been with her too. 

She sank to her knees and swallowed his cock into her throat. He groaned loudly and she looked up at him, her green eyes unblinking as she drew herself off him. He took her hair in his hands and guided her back onto him, holding her there until she began to struggle.

She worked herself free. “Rafa, remember, you have to let me breathe!” She opened her mouth again and this time he was more patient, subduing the urge to drive his cock into her throat and hold it there until he came. 

After a few minutes, she stood back up and they kissed some more. She broke their kiss and she smiled as they heard Marisol moan loudly from the other bedroom. Then she guided him to the bed and laid him on his back, climbing on top of him and sliding herself onto his long thick cock. 

“Mmm, Rafa, I love your cock, it fits me so perfectly!” she moaned as she started moving her hips. She sat upright and moved one hand to tease her clit as she fucked him and his hands found her breasts and teased her nipples. She had been on edge all night so it didn’t take long before she felt herself falling off the edge of the precipice into pure bliss. “Oh God Rafa, FUCK ME!” she hollered, and then she screamed something she immediately knew she might regret. “I LOVE YOU RAFA!” 

She stopped and listened for any sound coming from the other room. There could be no doubt that her husband had heard her; she only hoped that he would mistake it for something said in the throes of an intense orgasm and not in the way she meant it. There was no question in her mind that she meant it. 

Hearing nothing other than Marisol’s moans and sighs, she looked at Rafa. “I don’t know why I said that, Rafa!” she whispered as she started moving again. 

“I do,” he replied. “I love you too!” She bent down to kiss him and then he urged her up off of him. His hands were strong on her hips as he guided her onto all fours, readying her so he could take her from behind. And that’s where it all went tits-up. 

She felt the tip of his cock against her anus and told him to stop. "I'm not ready!" she said firmly.

"But we did it last time," he objected.

"I was ready last time," she said. "We can't just line things up back there and push, I have to get ready."

"Ready how?" he asked.

"I have to prepare myself; use your imagination," she explained. "Do I have to draw you a picture?"

"No, it's fine." He was unconvincing.

"Don't be like that!" Tessa said. "Just because we did that once doesn't mean you get to stick your cock in my ass any time you want to!"

"Theresa, that's not what I meant!" he protested as she got out of bed.

"THOMAS! 911!" she called as she stormed naked out of the room.

~ ~ ~

Thomas looked at Marisol and then got up off of her. “This is not good!” he said and he rushed out of the room only to see his crying wife coming toward him, her face looking like pure fury. 

“Get our things, we’re fucking leaving!” she declared as she started pulling her dress on. “I’m fucking serious, Thomas!” 

He looked at Rafa. “What the fuck dude?”

 “Fucked if I know! We were going at it and then I tried to put it in her ass and she freaked out!” 

“AND I TOLD YOU FUCKING NO! AND YOU DIDN'T LISTEN!” Tessa screamed. “Thomas, come on!” She went to Marisol. “I’m so sorry Marisol, but it looks like you married an asshole! Tonight was supposed to be a night you would remember forever but not like this!" She hugged her friend and nodded. 

She took a deep breath and looked at her husband. “I can’t stay here, not tonight, I’m too angry! We’ll sleep in the lobby if we have to!”

“I’m sorry, Tessa, please believe me!” Rafa pleaded. 

“I’m sorry too!” she said. “You have to respect peoples’ boundaries or this will never work! I’m sorry, but I can’t stay here!” She hugged Marisol again. “I am so sorry, I was really looking forward to this!” 

“It’s okay, Cariña, I will deal with my asshole husband! I will call you tomorrow!” 

Thomas and Tessa got dressed, collected their bags and left the room. As they waited for the elevator, they heard a very one-sided, very spirited discussion between husband and wife in Spanish. Rafa was not the one doing the talking. 

After a brief and not too revealing discussion with the desk clerk, they were able to arrange for another room in the same hotel for the night. They settled in to their room and Tessa collapsed into Thomas’s arms. “I’m sorry, Baby, I ruined everything!” She began to cry and he just held her. 

“Did I overreact?” she asked her husband after she’d calmed. 

“No, Tessa you did not,” he said. “I was always afraid that something like this would happen and things would go sideways. I just hate that it happened tonight of all nights.” They hugged and cuddled for a while longer and then he got up the courage to ask her the question he had been wanting to ask since he heard her proclaim how she felt about Rafa. 

“Did you mean it?” he asked. 

“I don’t know,” she said. “I’m not sure if I want to go home or not.” 

“That’s not what I meant,” he replied. He turned her face to his. “Did you mean it when you said you loved him?” 

She thought for a moment and another tear fell. “I don’t know that either. I know I don’t feel the same way about him as I do about you but I don’t know how else to describe it. So maybe, yeah. Maybe I did mean it.” 

“Did he say the same about you?” Thomas asked nervously. 

“He did but I don’t think he meant it,” she said. “I think it was just the moment, like the first time you said it to me.” 

“Tessa, the first time I said it to you, I meant it, every word. And I think he means it. The question is, what do we do about it?” 

“Run away?” she suggested. 

“That won’t solve anything, and you know it.” He kissed her softly. “Look, I knew that at some point we would meet someone and develop feelings for them and I’m not surprised it was you. You only know one way; you love with your heart and soul and you don’t hold back. It’s one of the things I love about you!” He kissed her again. “But we have to resolve this, now. I cannot go on not knowing how you feel. If you do love him then we have to sort out what that looks like, if anything.” 

“I know,” she whispered. “I’m sorry, Thomas. Right now I wish we’d just kept our fantasies in our bedroom where they belong!” She began crying again and he held her tightly. 

“No, you don’t!” he said. Eventually, she calmed herself and fell asleep. He tried to sleep as well but it didn’t come easy. He knew tomorrow was going to be a very long day.