“Cheers to the happy married couple to be,” Helen raised a glass of beer. The three clinked glasses and took a long drink of their beers. Jack’s Bar and Grill seemed like the appropriate place to have their celebratory meal. Even though Helen wanted ‘that five-star restaurant food’ Trisha insisted that they weren’t going to spend that kind of money (and I secretly promised that we would spend that kind of money later). It felt like closure for this place, this town… the place where he met and fell in love with Trisha…

“To closing one door and opening another,” I added as we all took lung gulps of our beer.

“So, what’s the plan for you two? Big wedding? Taj Mahal?” Helen asked, setting down her nearly drained beer.

I exchanged a look with Trisha, who shrugged, giggly-eyed. The alcohol already turning her cute cheeks a rosy red.

“I think it’s happening pretty soon,” Trisha said. “I think we’re just going to kind of elope in Europe maybe and have a party after for friends and stuff.”

Helen gasped and made an exaggerated face, “I’m not going to be your maid of honor?”

Trisha went wide-eyed and started to backtrack when Helen snickered while finishing her beer. She nearly tipped the table when she half stood and pulled Trisha in for a tight messy hug. “I’m kidding, girl! I’m just happy you’re happy!”

Trisha giggled red-faced as I ordered another round for us with a wave at the bartender.

“Well, maybe I can sell him on inviting you on the honeymoon,” Trisha raised an eye in my direction.

“That will be an easy sell,” I said as the bartender sat down pitcher.

“Mmmmmm… that could be fun,” Helen said, exchanging a knowing look with Trisha. “So, I’ve got an engagement gift for ya,” Helen said to me, quickly changing moods.

“Oh, yeah? I’m ready,” I said.

Trisha was working on her second beer and commented, “Wow, what do you get the man who has everything?”

Helen stood and crossed the bar. One of the walls was covered in dozens, if not hundreds of framed photos that extended from the ceiling to the floor. Looking at a particular section, Helen scanned back and forth before removing one.

“Helen!” the bartender warned.

“Relax, Herb, I’ll put it back!” Helen said, then shook her head and mouthed that she wouldn’t. placing the photo in front of me, I saw that it was an old photo with warped edges and dated haircuts. It took a moment for me to realize that the photo was of my parents. They were young, probably not much older than I was. I looked up and saw they were sitting right at the same bar that was right in front of me.

“I was talking to Herb the other day about them passing and he said there was a picture of them up on the wall. They look your age, don’t they?” Helen said.

“Yeah,” I said. Fighting to keep my composure, it was my turn to nearly knock over the table as I hugged Helen and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Trisha couldn’t talk as she was fanning tears from her eyes from watching me stare at the photo.

“Okay, okay, okay, no crying tonight!” Helen waved her hands in front of her friend’s face. “Okay, shot time!”

The night turned into a bit of a blur after that. The shots and beers led to more shots and beers, which was promptly followed by karaoke and more shots and beers. Hours later Helen and I were at a table trying to hear each other over the music when we both realized Trisha had been gone to get the next round for a long time.

It was about this time chaos erupted in the bar area. Tables were turned over, chairs tossed aside, and there were three people fighting. Three women fighting.

“Oh shit! Is that Trisha!” I yelled as I recognized her as one of the three dragging each other outside. Helen and I charged after them but by the time they got outside, they were broken up. That didn’t stop Helen from leaping at Cynthia and punching her in the face.

“Are you okay?” I asked, cupping Trisha’s face and seeing no injuries. The look in her eyes and the hair clutched in her hand told me that she wasn’t the victim of this fight. She was the victor.

“You bitch!” Cynthia cried as she cupped her bloody nose.

“My mom is going to post those pics everywhere now!” Cynthia’s daughter shouted. There was a large scratch across her forehead.

Trisha turned and lunged in their direction as she shouted, “Go ahead! Post the pictures, I don’t give a fuck! You know why?”

Trisha turned unexpectedly and grabbed my neck, pulling me into a sweaty and passionate kiss. In my drunken stupor, I quickly reciprocated, wrapping my arms around her as I slid my hand down to her ass.

“Hot damn!” one of the men smoking outside called out as they all watched. They broke off the kiss in time to see Cynthia and her daughter running back to their car, crying about their injuries.

Helen raised a hand to wave goodbye, “Enjoy your miserable fucking lives!”

They walked across the street to my hotel laughing the whole way. Trisha had a fire of purpose in the back of her eyes. Stumbling into my hotel, I flick on the lights and drunkenly introduce the bed, “this is where it all happened.”

“Happens,” Trisha corrected and shoved me onto the bed.

“Oh my god, Trisha,” I said as I felt her grab at my crotch and softly massage my cock to erection. Before I could speak more, her kisses overtook my mouth as her hands pulled at my clothes.

“Whoa, what do we have here?” Helen asked, setting down her purse and closing the door.

Trisha already had my pants around my ankles and my cock in her hand when she broke the kiss to ask Helen, “You going to just watch?”

Helen’s mouth hung open, “What has gotten into you, my sweet Trisha?”

Trisha looked up at me with devious eyes before beginning to stroke my shaft.

“Okay, okay, move over!” Helen said as she moved to my other side.

Helen hummed a note of approval as her lips kissed down my chest. Trisha’s hand continued to stroke my cock gently, growing it to its throbbing size. About the time my fiancé's lips reached my throat, kissing below my chin and ear, Helen’s lips kissed my hard cock.

Trisha pushed me down to the bed and fell with me, her long hair flipping to the side and shrouding my view of the vaulted ceiling. Reaching up, I swept her hair out of her face just as I felt her best friend’s lips wrap around the head of my cock and slide down the shaft. Trisha must have enjoyed the grunt I made and the pleasure in my face because she bit her lower lip and squinted at the sight before lowering herself to me. Her tongue slid in my mouth just as my hand hooked around the back of her neck holding her tight to me. Carefully, she straddled my hips, making sure there was still enough room for Helen to continue her bobbing motion as she sucked my cock.

Trisha groaned into me, and I felt her kisses melt in my mouth as she folded into me. It took me several minutes before I realized that while Helen lapped the length of my shaft, she was also fingering my fiancé’s pussy. It didn’t take long for the slick, wet sounds of Helen’s fingers pounding her pussy to fill the room. Trisha entered a trance as we kissed. My hand cupped her throat, her eyes staring into mine. I could see the orgasm roll her eyes backward just before it struck.

“Oh god, I—ahh!” Trisha screamed as I felt her arms close tightly around my chest and her hips convulse as she squirted down her thigh.

“Mmmm you are one horny girl, aren’tchya?” Helen smiled as she rose to her knees and wiped the drool from her lips with the back of her hand.

Trisha hummed several times as the waves of pleasure left her body and she maneuvered off of me to turn on her friend, “What was that? Are you bisexual now?”

Helen shrugged with a smile and a slow blink, “I don’t know… a sexy ass like yours… I don’t know, you might have to hold on to her,” Helen said glancing at me. “She might just turn me to another team.

Trisha giggled and looked back at me as she crawled on all fours towards Helen on the bed, cupping her cheek in hand, Trisha pulled her best friend’s lips to hers and they kissed slowly, and playfully for several seconds. The tongues intertwined experimenting and lips explored one another before Trisha began to touch and pluck at Helen’s yellow spaghetti strap top rubbing around her large melon-sized breasts.

When I got up and sat on the bed in front of them, Helen broke from the kiss with an amazed smile on her face as she shook her head.

“What have you done to this girl?” Helen giggled. “Your dick must be magic because it broke the prude spell Trisha had on her for thirty years.”

Trisha had crawled behind her best friend so that Helen’s butt scooted back against Trisha’s crotch and Helen’s back laid against Trisha’s chest. Looking into my eyes, Trisha whispered into Helen’s ear, “There’s only one way to find out his dick’s magic…”

Trisha’s hands slid around her friend’s front groping her breasts and circling her nipples through her top as I leaned forward and brought my mouth to Helen’s body. kissing down from her neck to the tattoo on her cleavage, slowly my fiancé and I peeled her out of her spaghetti straps and revealed her massive breasts. Trisha cupped her friend’s breast and fed the nipple into my mouth. I tongued and licked it before wrapping my lips around it and began to suck and bite on it.

“Oooo baby… yes… just like that… just like ahhhmm…” Helen’s moans turned and Trisha's lips devoured them as they kissed over Helen’s shoulder. Helen reached up and pulled Trisha’s face down to hers.

I switched nipples and listened to Helen groan as my tongue and fingers flicked and circled her nipples repeatedly until they were pink and hard. By the time I moved my hips closer to hers, Trisha was peeling her top completely off as I flipped her golden skirt up, revealing the wet cream already built up along her lips from the foreplay. I moved my cock closer but saw Trisha’s hand grab at my shaft and give it two long strokes before feeding the tip into Helen’s pussy.

“Ohhh fuck!” Helen moaned as she braced herself against the bed. The head of my cock stretched her as I pushed deeper inside her. My hands braced on the bottoms of her thighs as her legs were nearly stretched in the full splits. “God, yes! Oh god!”

Pulling out, I began to thrust into her and felt my cock flex with every push inside her with how tight her pussy squeezed on me.

“Oh fuck yes, fuck me, baby. Oh fuck!” Helen cried as her breasts bounced in circles with every thrust and she pawed at Trisha’s arms that grabbed at her. I watched Trisha pinch and pull her nipples as I pounded faster at her pussy. Leaning forward, Trisha’s and mine lips met as we kissed long and deep as I fucked her best friend.

“Fuck, fuck oh fuck. I can’t hold it any longer ahhhhhhh!” Helen squealed as her thighs suddenly came together and a powerful orgasm forced his cock out of her and a spritz of her juices sprayed my legs. “Oh god… ohh…. Ohh…” Helen continued to moan as her sensitive pussy pulsated.

I didn’t give her time to recover as I forced her legs back open enough for me to push my cock back inside her.

“Wait, wait, wai—ohh god!” she screeched as I slid my throbbing hard cock deep inside her pussy. “Fuck fuck fuck!”

Trisha beamed a smile as Helen grabbed at Tisha’s hands and she pulled Helen’s hand above her head. the impromptu bondage pose restrained her and arched Helen’s back, thrusting her massive breasts into the sky as I pounded her pussy through another orgasm without stopping.

“Jesus Christ! Oh, my fucking—don’t fuck, oh my god! Oh my god…” Helen cried.

My eyes weakened and fell on my fiancé as I watched her beam a smile and nod approvingly.

“Cum inside her, baby” Trisha commanded. “Cum deep in her.”

“Oh, fuck yes, yes….” Helen screamed as she trembled.

I released a pent-up groan and felt a massive load release from my cock as I jabbed deep inside Helen. Flexing my cock I felt her pussy pulse around me as she twisted and turned,

“Gah! I’m cumming again!” Helen cried as I pulled out just as she squirted again. “oh god… I think you broke me. Oh god, this orgasm doesn’t… doesn’t want to stop, ohhh!”

Trisha and I maneuvered overtop of her and both she and I took turns kissing and soothing Helen over the next fifteen minutes.

Not long after, I was shoved backwards by my fiancé. “I didn’t get to suck my soon-to-be husband’s cock yet.”

“I think I’m spent,” I laughed, “might be a bit before I’m recharged there.”

"Mmm, we can help with that,” Helen said crawling up beside Trisha while tying her dirty blond hair back in a ponytail.

Over the next ten minutes, Helen and Trisha took turns stroking and sucking my cock. I grew to full mast within minutes. Helen undressed her best friend and fed my throbbing shaft between her thick milky white breasts and titty fucked them while she sucked on the head with each thrust.

As the blow job went on, so did the depravity. By the end, the two were taking turns deep-throating my cock. Helen’s mascara ran down the side of her eyes as they competed to go further down and last longer. Drool slipped down the corner of Trisha’s lips as she raised from by glistening shaft and gasped for air. They could see in my face how close I was and demanded that I cum.

“Cum for me, baby,” Trisha purred. “Cum all over me.”

“Cum on my tits,” Helen said.

“Cum in my mouth, please, cum inside me,” Trisha begged as she wrapped her lips around his head. Helen pumped his shaft hard and fast as Trisha sucked the tip. When I came, the orgasm sent my eyes rolling backward. Trisha took a mouthful as Helen licked her way over my shaft and quickly deepthroated it.

I groaned as the pleasure felt too good. My cock twitched in her mouth with each spurt. They took turns kissing over the head of his twitching cock. With my cum spilling out the corner of their lips, the two women shared a messy kiss swapping cum and saliva as it spills over their breasts mashing together.

The evening was more than he thought was possible. The three of them fell asleep with their naked bodies pressed against one another and the sheet tightly wrapped around them.

Chapter Two

I woke with a foggy memory and a splitting headache from the night before. And to my delight…

“You’re still here,” I whispered to Trisha. Her eyes flickered open and closed at me.

“Am I not supposed to be?” she joked.

“Last time you left me,” I replied.

“Never again,” Trisha said with a smile.

It took a minute more for me to remember Helen should be there and to realize that she was gone.

“where’d she go?”

Trisha rolled over and started putting on clothes, “She had work today. She left something for you.” Trisha pointed to the table where Helen’s purse was and there sat propt up the framed photo of his parents.

If they could only see me now… I chuckled to myself then looked up at my fiancé. Her beautiful body as she scooted her skirt up her legs. They’d see their son is happy.

“What are you smiling at?” Trisha giggled as she moved closer and draped her arms around my shoulder.

“You.”

“Hmm… does your head hurt as bad as mine,” Trisha laughed.

“Yes, yes it does. So what’s your plans for the day?”

“Well,” Trisha said kissing the top of my head and at the same time shoving my nose into her breasts. “I quit my job so I don’t really have any.”

I snickered, staring at the door. “You want to get breakfast?”

“Sure, where?”

“I heard this one place does really good breakfast and always wanted to go there.”

“Sounds great, what is it?” Trisha asked.

“Greece,” I replied.

Chapter Three 

The wedding was a thrown-together private affair, but despite the hastiness, it was a beautiful day. The day after their plane arrived in Greece they had checked into the most expensive hotel in the country that overlooked the blue ocean. Checking into the ‘honeymoon suite,’ that afternoon on their private terrace, a local priest who spoke English married them with the the crashing waves in the background. The attendant from the front desk and a woman from the room cleaning section were their witnesses.

Afterward, they went downstairs to the hotel restaurant which had five stars, and at lunch, drank two bottles of wine while laughing at the looks people gave us. With me in my suit and Trisha in her white wedding dress that we had bought the day before, we both stood out a bit. I gave the cleaning lady my cell phone to take pictures during the ceremony and the girl must’ve had a rapid finger because took hundreds of photos for us to look at over our second bottle of wine. We both loved it. It was better than we could have hoped.

Hours later, I brought my wife back up to our private terrace, where we watched the sailboats in the water below and awed at the magnificent colors in the sky as the sun set.

I paused for a moment, staring at the beautiful woman before me. A strand of Trisha’s hair hung down the center of her face, obstructing the view of her face. Brushing my fingertips across her forehead, I tucked the hairs behind her ear and saw a smile from across her luscious lips. Inching closer, I kissed her gently as the warm air from the open breezed against us. My hand cupping her cheek, I slid my finger behind her neck and beneath her hair and pulled her tighter to me.

Trisha moaned and her eyebrows went high as I felt her delicate palms press against the chest of my suit. My right hand slipped around my wife’s hips to the small of her back and I felt the stitching of her white dress on my palm. Her tongue lapped and circled mine as I squeezed her ass. Lifting her thigh, I felt her leg wrap around mine as she rubbed up and down on the back of my thigh.

The skirt of her wedding dress rode up her thigh as I pushed my hand down her ass crack and my fingers slip underneath her skirt. I felt her soft skin on the tender portion of her inner thigh just below her ass. The tip of my middle finger lightly brushing the wet lips of her pussy.

Her arm snaked up and around my neck like a boa constrictor. Trisha’s breathing became panted and uneven. Releasing a long cooing sigh, Trisha arched her back. Her body begged for my touch on her pussy, but I refused. Brushing wide circles around the outside of her clit, I felt her hips work in circles and tremble as her fingers clawed at my back in frustration. This went on for minutes until she couldn’t take it anymore.

"Mmm, ahh,” I half laughed and winced after Trisha bit my lower lip causing a spike of pain. “Hey.”

The smile Trisha looked up at me with had daggers in the corners of it as her leg squeezed my backside tighter. “That’s what you get for teasing me.”

“Was I?” I raised an eyebrow, aloof to her question.

Trisha bit her lip as she smacked my butt and I laughed.

“Come here,” I said and guided her over to the private terrace for our honeymoon suite. The terrace overlooked a tall cliff that fell off into the blue sea. The sun was setting to the west morphing the sky into a canvass of warm reds and oranges mixed with cool blues and purples. I stood behind my wife as she gasped at the sight.

I took off my my suit jacket and tie tossing them on a nearby chair before wrapping my arms around her waist.

“This place… it’s unbelievable. It’s gorgeous…” Trisha whispered.

“Not as gorgeous as you,” I replied, then kissed the crook of her neck causing her to melt in my arms and press her ass back against my hardening cock. Pulling down on the zipper on the back of her dress, I saw it loosen around her chest and shoulders, causing Trisha to catch the front to keep it from falling.

“Hey… wait, someone might see us,” Trisha warned through tight lips.

“Then they better enjoy the show,” I smiled as I held her tighter and pushed my right hand down her front. Slipping my fingers between her thighs, I rubbed up her skirt and felt the freshly shaven skin around her sex. My middle finger parted her lips and traced up and down her wet slit over and over again until I could hear her juices pussy sounding with every brush.

“Mmmmmm…” Trisha hummed a note of approval as she squirmed in front of me. Her hands were balled fists around the top of her wedding dress that kept the fabric clung to her heavy bare breasts. Circling her clit slowly and gently, I felt Trisha’s head fall back against the crook of my neck as we kissed over her shoulder. Her loose body was like warm butter in my arms. I heard her breathing increase as she sucked in air and panted heavier.

I slipped my left hand inside the open dress from the back and hooked under her arm forcing her to adjust her grip on her dress. The feel of her soft under breast as my palm wrapped around it hardened my shaft and pulled at my pants. Massaging and mashing against her chest with my left, my right circled her clit faster.

“Oh god… oh god…” Trisha whined in a high-pitched voice. I could feel just how soaked she was getting. Her juices slicked to her thighs and my hand as I fingered her. “Oh please, oh please, oh god don’t stop. Don’t—ahh!”

The thick thighs of my wife trembled and her knees gave out as the orgasm struck her hard. Squishing her breast to her chest and continuing to vibrate on her clit, I held her standing. She dropped her dress and it fell away from her body just her eyes rolled backward and she squirted between her thighs.

“Ohhhh god!” Trisha groaned, then panted for several breaths as she recovered and found her legs. My hand moved to her cheek and pulled her lips to mine, kissing her hard.

It took her several moments of us kissing before she realized she stood naked, folded in my arms in front of the water below. The dozens of ships and sailboats below were able to see her from a distance. When she realized it she broke from the kiss with a start and ran for cover back in the honeymoon suite.

“What?” I asked with a smile and followed her back.

Trisha sat on the bed, wrapping her naked body with a sheet as she shook her head at me. “You’re bad… You’re a bad, bad man.”

“I’m a bad man? We’ll have to see how bad I am,” I smirked as I undid my tie and walked over to her.

Removing my clothes, I pushed down on the bed and climbed between her legs. Immediately, I felt her hand reach between my legs and stroke my hard cock stiff with long pulls. Lining up the head of my cock with her pussy lips, Trisha bit her lip as she eagerly awaited me. Thrusting inside her, I saw Trisha’s eyes narrow as her mouth gaped open.

I pumped my shaft into her pussy and leaned over her as I kissed her deeply. Her thick thighs spread wide as I pumped inside her. Our fingers splayed together as I held her hands down above her head, pinning her to the bed. Thrusting harder, Trisha broke the kiss as she screamed.

“Ugh! Fuck! Oh, god!” She moaned as the clapping sound of our two bodies meeting grew louder.

Trisha’s thick, large breasts bounced with every thrust. They moved almost like two round water beds floating on her chest, bouncing to her chin and then back down.

“Oh god, yes. Yes! Fuck me!” She screamed.

Grabbing her ankles, I held her legs wide and folded them backward as I slammed my throbbing cock down into her pussy, filling her up.

“Gah… I’m gonna cum, oh fuck, I’m—I’m cumming!” Trisha announced. “Cum with me, baby!”

Groaning, I rammed my shaft hard into her soaked pussy and felt her walls contract around my shaft. Her pussy seized and squirted, drowning my shaft in her juices. Flexing deep inside her, I shot strings of my cum and filled her up.

By the time the sun had set and night had invaded their room, Trisha was curled onto my chest and lap under the covers. We had sex three more times that night and spent the intermissions talking and laughing with one another under the covers.

Usually, we’d discuss what we were going to do tomorrow or where we were going to visit next. We had cellphones but they were just for emergencies and generally stayed off. Our honeymoon travels in Europe had no end date or set time restrictions. When we were ready to move on, we’d select the next destination and have the luxury hotel we stayed at arrange the next hotel, car service, and train tickets. Truly, we lived in the moment of now.

Trisha pecked kisses on my neck below my ear. Between her soft lips and hot breath it was just enough to tease me, so I responded in kind. Brushing the pads of my fingers down her breasts, I singled out her left nipple plucking at it until it was hard.

“Ah! You know, what’s going to happen if you keep doing this, don’t you?” Trisha warned with a giggle.

Giving my wife’s nipple a final teasing pinch, I smirked, “You know I just like torturing you. Okay, down to it. Where do you want to go next?”

Trisha wore an inquisitive look as she studied me with narrowed eyes and a devious smirk in the corner of her lips. “Go? I’ll go anywhere with you…” Sliding her hand down my belly, I felt her fingers wrap around my exhausted shaft. Gently stroking it to life, I felt it stir. She kissed down my chest and belly, pausing just below my navel. I could feel her two large breasts dangling on either side of my shaft as she stroked me. “I don’t know where we should go next, but I know where you should come next.”

My wife gave me a final wink before disappearing below the covers.