Jessica’s frustration was etched deeply into her features. She and Ron had deliberated over the decision to forgo an open bar, given his history. Yet, he had insisted he could handle it, claiming it would be unfair to deny their guests. Reluctantly, she had agreed.
As the first dance approached, a sinking feeling confirmed her doubts. Now, during the cake-cutting ceremony, Ron leaned heavily against the table, his grip on the bride’s arm unsteady. Memories of their chaotic trip to Jamaica last fall flooded her mind, solidifying her realization: tonight would offer no intimacy, not with the groom at least.
Ron’s sales prowess had catapulted him into the upper echelon of his firm, landing him in the top 10% and earning a coveted place in the President’s Club, along with an all-expenses-paid trip to the annual company retreat. They had spent five sun-soaked days in the Caribbean, a paradise funded entirely by Boston Tea, Ron’s employer. The resort boasted an expansive all-inclusive package, and Ron had bragged for weeks about his plans to indulge in every cocktail the bar offered. By the fourth day, he had certainly put his drinking skills to the test.
On their second night, he had attempted intimacy, but his intoxication overwhelmed him, and he collapsed between her thighs, snoring softly instead of satisfying her desires. They hadn’t shared a single intimate moment throughout the entire trip. Now, as she stood on the precipice of her wedding night, history seemed ready to repeat itself. To compound her frustration, she realized she hadn’t experienced a genuine orgasm in weeks, leaving her yearning for something more than this hollow celebration.
Jessica had clashed with her mother over the color of the dress. How could she possibly wear white after two years of living with Ron? Jessica argued traditions had shifted, that the old rules didn’t apply anymore.
Eventually, her mother had relented, but only after Jessica promised Ron would sleep in the guest room for the two months leading up to the wedding. They had followed through on that promise — sixty days without intimacy. Jessica had even put away her vibrator two weeks before the ceremony, craving the thrill of anticipation.
Now, on the dance floor, it was painfully clear that Ron wouldn’t be able to perform, leaving her feeling utterly unsatisfied.
Memories of their trip to Jamaica surged back, vivid and bittersweet. As guilty as she felt the next morning, it had been the most exhilarating sexual encounter of her life. If given the opportunity, she would do it all over again. What better way to get back at her new husband for passing out on their wedding night? But who would she turn to?
Jessica was sure there were several men there who would oblige her, given the right circumstances, but her wedding? How could she let them know she was interested and, more importantly, how could she keep it a secret? Jessica scanned the room, her mind racing with the tantalizing thought that several men might indulge her desires if the moment was right. How could she signal her interest without drawing attention, and even more crucially, how could she keep it hidden?
“Where are you, girl?” Megan, her Maid of honor, called out as she adjusted the bustle of Jessica’s gown.
Megan’s question snapped her back to reality.
“Can you believe Ron? He’s completely trashed. He promised me he wouldn’t do this. It’s so humiliating,” Jessica vented, exasperation lacing her tone.
“The worst part is you won’t get laid on your wedding night,” Megan replied.
“Maybe.” Jessica shrugged, trying to mask her frustration.
Megan raised her eyebrows silently, probing for more. “Seriously! You’d actually cheat on your wedding night?”
“I’m joking! I’m furious, that’s all. But honestly, it would be the perfect way to get back at him,” Jessica shot back, a hint of mischief creeping into her voice.
“I’ll help you pull it off. He deserves it,” Megan offered, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
“I’m just kidding! I would never cheat,” Jessica insisted, shaking her head with a laugh.
“Sorry, girlfriend. Anyway, we’re all set here. Let’s go have some fun!”
The ladies returned to the ballroom, Justin Timberlake’s “SexyBack” blaring from the speakers. Time to get their groove on.
Ron’s two brothers, one older and one younger, settled at a table with a prime view of the dance floor, reveling in the antics of the inebriated girls. As the evening progressed, the dances grew bolder, highlighted by two bridesmaids engaging in a playful mock lap dance.
The men in Ron’s family were all naturally athletic; they took part in the local adult ice hockey league and maintained a rigorous workout routine. Even her new father-in-law, at 52, carried himself well.
The brothers often caught admiring glances at the beach, some of which came from Jessica herself. Her mother-in-law seemed to notice too, and Jessica sensed a lack of fondness directed toward her. It likely didn’t help that Jessica openly expressed her attraction to the guys, indulging in harmless flirting with occasional flashes of side and under-boob. For her, it was innocent fun, a way to boost her confidence.
The brothers were captivated, not just by the single girls, but by the new bride as well. They were tipsy enough to let their interest show, though they made half-hearted attempts to conceal it. Jessica couldn’t help but smile at the thought. The ultimate payback would have been if one of Ron’s brothers had taken her on her wedding night, or even his dad; she wasn’t picky. She quickly dismissed the thought.
That wasn’t how she had envisioned starting her marriage, and the guilt she had felt in Jamaica would only amplify now that she was married. But a little flirting was harmless.
She glided toward her new in-laws, ensuring they had a clear view of her. Her gown, while traditional with its long train, featured a daring low-cut sheer lace top that showcased her best assets, 34C breasts.
She strategically positioned herself in front of the men, allowing them to feast their eyes on her and Megan dancing together. Megan, not being the bride, attracted even more attention in her tight mid-thigh blue dress that was backless, accentuating her legs with matching heels that elongated and defined her muscles, turning heads effortlessly. Her ample cleavage spilled from the V-neck, making for an irresistible sight.
The bride and her maid of honor put on a captivating display, playfully rubbing against each other, swaying to the music, and even sharing a kiss.
Although Jessica had never been with a girl and had no desire to be with Megan, the sensation of her best friend’s hands gliding over her body was undeniably thrilling. The boys watched, their expressions revealing their excitement.
After a while, the girls decided they needed a break from the dancing and made their way to the table occupied by Jessica’s new in-laws, taking a seat to catch their breath.
“You ladies need a drink?” George, Jessica’s father-in-law, inquired with a warm smile.
“That would be great, George. It was pretty hot out there dancing,” Jessica replied, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow.
“For us too,” Sam chimed in, the mischievous glint in his eye hinting at more than just the heat.
“What would you like?” George asked, ready to serve.
“Vodka and seltzer for me,” Megan said.
“I’ll have the same,” Jessica added, grateful for the refreshment.
George stood up and made his way to the bar.
“Where’s your husband?” Erik asked, casting a sideways glance.
“Probably passed out somewhere. What an asshole,” Megan blurted out, instantly regretting her words as she clamped a hand over her mouth. “I’m sorry, Jessica. That wasn’t nice. I really shouldn’t have said that.”
“It’s true. He was my brother first, and he was a real dumbass for getting so drunk on his wedding day,” Erik admitted, his tone light but serious.
The eldest brother, Erik, had a slight bald spot and a beard dusted with gray. Jessica found him more attractive than Ron, though they had never quite clicked.
“Yeah, how was he going to consummate the marriage?” Sam teased, flashing a grin at both women. Megan returned his smile, while Jessica felt her cheeks heat.
“He won’t tonight,” Megan remarked, and Jessica blushed deeper.
“Don’t be embarrassed. We’re all family now,” Sam reassured her.
Jessica exhaled in relief when she spotted George returning with drinks, eager to steer the conversation away from uncomfortable topics.
“Well, someone should fuck the bride. It isn’t right for her not to get laid on her wedding night,” Megan declared, her words hanging heavily in the air as George set the drinks down.
The table fell silent, heads bowing in unison. “I’m sorry, Jessica. This probably wasn’t how you imagined your wedding,” George said softly.
“It’s okay. I’m sure he’ll be fine. We have our whole lives ahead of us,” she assured him.
“He might go longer,” Sam interjected, always the optimist.
While not as handsome as his brothers, he had a physique that spoke of college football and dedication to fitness. Jessica couldn’t deny that, given the right circumstances and enough drinks, she might have considered him. The only drawback was his tendency to speak without thinking.
Erik punched Sam playfully in the arm. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he scolded.
“Now boys, no fighting. And mind your language in front of the ladies,” George reminded them, his gentlemanly demeanor intact, though Jessica knew he had a roguish side, often sneaking glances at attractive women, herself included.
“Oh, George, we’ve heard worse. We’ve used worse. Jessica has quite the sailor’s mouth,” Megan teased.
“Oh, shut up, bitch,” Jessica shot back, a smirk playing on her lips.
“See? Told you!”
Sam chuckled, breaking the tension that had settled over the group.
“Hope you brought a vibrator,” Megan quipped, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she watched the boys’ reactions.
“Oh my God!” Jessica smacked her friend under the table, her cheeks flushing in shock.
Laughter erupted around them, George chuckling despite his efforts to maintain a sense of propriety.
“You can use me. He’s passed out, and we’re family. It wouldn’t be cheating,” Sam joked, earning a disapproving glare from George.
“Apologize,” he said, his voice taking on a fatherly tone.
“It’s fine. He’s just having fun,” Jessica interjected, eager to ease the tension.
“And why not?” Megan added, her grin widening.
“Megan! Stop encouraging him.”
The music softened, and the DJ’s voice crackled through the speakers. “The bride and groom wanted to thank everyone for celebrating this special day with them. It’s been a great party, but unfortunately, the celebration must come to an end.”
As the last notes of ‘You Don’t Have to Go Home’ faded away, the crowd began to disperse, leaving behind a warm glow of camaraderie.
“Where is my new husband?” Jessica asked, scanning the dance floor as if he might materialize at any moment.
“Nearly passed out at the bar,” Megan replied, pointing with a smirk.
“Christ!” George exclaimed, shaking his head in disbelief.
“Can you guys help me?” Jessica asked, her voice laced with a mix of pleading and sadness.
“Of course,” Erik replied. “Sam, give me a hand.”
Jessica exchanged a knowing glance with Megan.
“Good night and good luck, love. And don’t forget to have some fun with one of the brothers; you deserve it,” Megan whispered as she pulled Jessica into a warm embrace.
As they broke apart, Megan winked, adding, “And send me the leftovers.” Jessica couldn’t help but grin, shaking her head in amusement.
“Hey, buddy,” Erik said, giving Ron a gentle nudge. “Let’s get you to your room.”
With a shared effort, they hoisted Ron up, his head drooping as he struggled to regain his bearings. “What’s going on?” he slurred, a goofy smile plastered across his face.
“Time for bed, big guy,” Sam chuckled, his tone lighthearted. “Don’t worry, we’ll keep an eye on your new bride.”
A smile crept onto Jessica’s lips, fueled by the playful banter she had enjoyed with her new in-laws.
George held the door while Sam and Erik helped Ron settle onto the sofa in the hotel suite. It wasn’t much of a suite—just your typical single room with a bathroom—but the bed promised comfort.
Jessica and Ron had saved money on their wedding night accommodations, planning to use it for their honeymoon instead. The brothers dropped Ron onto the sofa and exchanged glances.
“You guys want to stay for a nightcap? There’s champagne on the dresser, or bourbon if you prefer something stronger,” Jessica said.
The men looked at each other, then back at Jessica.
“Come on, we’re family now. I’m going to change out of my dress. I hope you’re still here when I get back. If not, I’ll drink alone,” she added, walking over to George and turning her back to him. “Can you unhook me?”
George’s large hands moved with surprising delicacy as he unclasped each hook holding her gown in place.
“There you go, hun. That should work,” he said.
“Thanks.” She turned to give George a kiss on the cheek, causing her dress to slip lower and reveal a hint of her pink areola. All three men noticed, and none of them looked away as Jessica headed for the bathroom.
Disappointment washed over her when she heard the door open and close, assuming they had left. But perhaps that was for the best, she thought. This situation could lead nowhere good, unless being gang-banged by her in-laws counted as a good thing.
After slipping out of her dress, she wrapped herself in a towel and emerged from the bathroom.
Sam sat on the bed, his shoes discarded on the floor beside him. George stood by the TV, pouring glasses of bourbon.
“Erik went to get ice,” George said, his gaze lingering on her.
“Oh, I thought you had left. Let me get appropriately dressed,” Jessica replied, turning toward the closet. She considered putting on flannel pajamas, but she craved the attention of these men. If her husband couldn’t provide it, perhaps his brothers would.
She pulled a robe from the closet and stepped into the bathroom, leaving the door ajar. Before turning her back, she caught Sam’s reflection in the wall mirror. If she could see him, he could see her, and that was just what she wanted.
As she dropped the towel, her new blue thong came into view, accentuating her tight ass. Jessica slipped the robe on and tied a half hitch in the front, ensuring it was loose enough to showcase her ample cleavage. She glanced at herself in the mirror before returning to the room.
Erik had come back with soda and ice.
“Champagne or something stronger, dear?” George asked.
“Champagne, please. I need to slow down before I do something I shouldn’t,” Jessica replied, noticing the men had removed their tux jackets and undone the top buttons of their shirts. Erik had kicked off his shoes and untucked his shirt.
“Make yourselves at home. I’d offer you the couch, but someone already claimed it,” she said, nodding toward her husband, who lay passed out on the small sofa.
The room buzzed with sexual tension. The champagne cork popped, startling everyone.
George handed Jessica a plastic cup filled with bubbly wine.
“Careful, love,” he cautioned.
“Thanks.”
Erik settled into the desk chair, while George leaned against the dresser after distributing drinks.
Jessica sat next to Sam, crossing her legs, which caused the bottom of her robe to fall open and reveal her thighs. She contemplated pulling the robe closed, but felt her heart race as the men’s eyes locked onto her. Instead, she wiggled her hips to sink deeper into the bed, inadvertently causing her breasts to jiggle and expose even more cleavage.
The moment of truth loomed. If she wanted to halt this from escalating, she needed to tighten the drawstring and tell the men it was time to leave. But she knew what she desired, and so did they. She stole a glance at Ron; his breathing had deepened, proving he was out for the foreseeable future.
Jessica looked at his father and brothers, each taking nervous sips from their drinks.
“Hold this, please. I need to adjust my robe,” she said, handing her drink to Sam.
Sam complied, watching intently as Jessica untied the drawstring and let the robe slide down her shoulders, revealing her breasts.
“Damn, girl!” Sam exclaimed.
George stared at her, drinking in her beauty. Jessica felt his gaze study her, not with the raw lust of Sam but with an appreciation akin to admiring a piece of art.
Sam was the first to act, standing up to drop his pants and pull off his shirt. He approached Jessica, clad only in his boxers, pushing her back onto the bed, his mouth finding her nipples. The scene felt surreal—George gazing into her eyes like a tender lover while his son suckled at her breasts. The contrast was intoxicating.
Sam stroked himself with one hand while the other worked to shift her panties aside. Everyone in the room understood his intention was to take her as soon as he was ready.
“Slow down, man!” Erik interjected, pulling his brother back.
“Fuck you,” Sam retorted.
“Hey, both of you, stop acting like spoiled brats. This is about Jessica, not you two clowns,” George said, looming over the bed.
The brothers stepped back, Erik reclaiming his seat in the desk chair while Sam hopped onto the dresser.
“Don’t worry. There’s plenty for everyone,” Jessica smiled at the three men.
George dropped to his knees, grasping her legs and pulling her toward the edge of the bed.
“Let’s get these off you.” His fingers slid under the waistband of her panties and rolled them down. She placed her feet on the mattress and pushed her hips up, allowing George to remove her ‘something new and something blue.’
While George kissed up the inside of her thigh, she glanced over at her husband. He was fast asleep, occasionally letting out a snore. Jessica closed her eyes, allowing the pleasure of George to fill her mind. Megan was right; she deserved a good fucking on her wedding night. If Ron couldn’t do it, his family would.
George was doing things to her with his tongue that she had never experienced before. She held back her orgasm, reveling in the sensation of being on the edge. George knew when to slow down, when to stop, and when to speed up. Just when she thought she was past the point of no return, he stopped completely and blew on her swollen lips. She gasped, wanting to beg but not wanting the guys to hear her.
George slid a finger inside her and sucked her clit, his tongue circling her love button. Sam and Erik were playing with her nipples, squeezing her breasts. The different pressures and textures of their hands created an intensity she had never known.
One sucked her nipple while the other twisted one between his thumb and finger. She couldn’t wait any longer; the orgasm exploded from her. She moaned, biting her lip to stifle the sound, but it was no use. The orgasm was too intense. She used her hand to cover her mouth as she thrashed about the bed, screaming.
As her body relaxed, the brothers stood. Before Jessica regained her composure, she felt George’s hand between her legs, guiding his cock into her. He wasn’t as hard as the men her age, but hard enough to fill her. George found his rhythm, gentle and slower than other lovers. He varied his stroke, speed, and depth, keeping Jessica on edge, her body begging for another release.
The bed shifted, and she opened her eyes to see Sam kneeling next to her, his cock hard, pre-cum dripping from the tip. Jessica pulled him closer, and without thinking, she took him in her mouth, squeezing his balls. Her tongue worked the sensitive shaft. Moments later, Sam’s cock swelled, his balls tightened, and he pumped into her mouth, hot thick sperm shooting down her throat. Jessica spat out what she could, and it trickled down her face and onto the sheets.
George continued fucking her, his slow, steady rhythm bringing her closer to the edge. Erik replaced Sam, his dick not as long but thicker. Jessica pulled him in, sucking him to the base, his balls pressing against her chin.
Her breasts swung to the rhythm George established. As his pace increased, she rolled slightly to face Erik, using one hand to jerk him off into her mouth while the other rubbed his balls. Erik didn’t last any longer than his brother. Jessica wasn’t disappointed; instead, she felt pleased with herself.
She allowed her orgasm to come when Erik squirted down her throat, using her hands to milk every drop. Her orgasm pushed George over the edge. He pumped into her, enjoying his release, maintaining a steady pace as he filled her.
After catching her breath, Jessica sat up and finished her drink. The three stared at her, each waiting for the other to speak. Jessica broke the silence.
“I hope you boys aren’t finished because I’m not satisfied yet.”
Sam was hard first and moved in for a second round. “Relax, Sammy. I want it at the same time.” Jessica dropped to her knees and took George into her mouth again, rubbing his balls with one hand and his legs with the other.
She could feel him getting hard, giving her the incentive to work harder. The men exchanged glances, the same expression on their faces: ‘the same time’?
Sam stroked himself slowly, keeping his cock erect and ready. Erik did the same. George was hard, but not as hard as Jessica wanted. She let his dick slip out and then sucked each of his balls into her mouth, stroking his cock gently.
“Holy fuck, girl,” George moaned, feeling himself come to full staff.
“Have you guys ever DP’d a girl?” Jessica stood and moved toward the bed.
No one spoke.
“I’ll take that as a no. Sam, on the bed. I want you in my pussy. I’ll be doggie, Erik comes in from behind. You can have my ass. There’s lube in the nightstand.”
Sam jumped on the bed and rolled over, his cock standing straight up. Erik shuffled to the nightstand for the lube. Jessica straddled Sam, entering her as soon as she was over him.
She knew he wouldn’t last long, but hopefully long enough; she loved when two men came in her simultaneously.
She felt the bed move as Erik got into position, flinching as the cold lube trickled down her ass crack.
“Sorry. I tried to warm it,” he said.
Erik worked his cock over and into Jessica’s pucker, pulling out and pushing deeper with each thrust. She gasped at the sensation.
Jessica looked at George, who was stroking himself, watching as two of his sons prepared to fuck his other son’s new bride.
She blew him a kiss and motioned for him to come to the bed.
“I saved the best for you, Dad. I want you to blow all over my face.”
George stared at the woman before him, young enough to be his daughter. Her breasts swayed as Erik thrust into her from behind. Where had the shy, sweet girl he had danced with just hours ago gone? What was he doing here, with his wife across the hall and her husband, his son, passed out on the couch just behind him?
“George, did you hear me? I want to suck your dick and then have you unload it on my face. Just watch the hair.”
George hesitated for a moment longer, but his primal desire took over, and he stepped closer to the bed. Jessica opened her mouth and guided him in, the taste of their combined essence mingling on his skin.
Erik found his rhythm, driving into her ass with an ownership that made her gasp. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her back onto him with each thrust. Sam was thrusting from below, awkwardly yet effectively. She knew that when their cocks throbbed and the warm, thick release filled her, she would reach her peak, and it would be intense.
Sam was nearing his climax, his pace quickening as he pushed harder and deeper. But Erik was still a bit behind.
Jessica pulled away from George’s cock. “Wait, Sam. Wait for your brother. I want both at the same time.”
“Fuck, girl, just let me go,” Sam groaned.
“Wait!” Her voice was firm and demanding.
Without another word, she returned to sucking George.
Sam slowed his thrusts but didn’t stop completely. He was close, and Jessica silently prayed that he could hold on long enough.
Erik increased his tempo, and she felt him swell inside her.
“I’m ready, little brother, fill her up,” Erik urged.
Both men plunged deep into her, their bodies moving in unison. With each thrust, Jessica felt them release, filling her completely. The sensation was exactly what she craved, what she needed.
Her orgasm hit her like a wave, overwhelming her senses. She couldn’t focus on sucking George anymore; instead, she surrendered to her own pleasure. A scream escaped her lips, and once it started, she couldn’t contain it. She had forgotten how exhilarating a second orgasm could feel.
When she finally caught her breath, she instructed the boys to stay inside her. “Wait for your dad.”
She turned her full attention to George, taking his entire 7-inch shaft down her throat, her fingers massaging the base of his sack. That simple touch was all it took. His cock swelled, and Jessica released him from her lips.
“On my face, daddy,” she breathed.
With a grin, George jerked himself, hot ropes of cum splattering across her face.
As the four of them relaxed in the aftermath, they heard Ron stir. They held their breath, watching him, but he never opened his eyes as he shifted on the sofa.
“Perhaps we should go,” George suggested. “Do you want a towel before we leave?”
“No, thank you. I want to enjoy all your hard work,” Jessica replied.
“Okay, dear. See you at breakfast.”
“Oh wait, could you help get Ron into bed? I’m a little worn out.” She smiled at the guys, her skin glistening in the low light.
“Of course,” Erik said.
The brothers worked to remove Ron’s tuxedo. Once he was down to his boxers, they guided him to the bed. He moaned and asked what was happening, but offered no resistance.
As the men left, Jessica called out, “Thanks.”
“Oh, you’re welcome,” Sam replied.
“For all of it,” she smiled at each of them.
“Let’s go, boys. The bride needs her sleep.”
Jessica nestled into her new husband, George’s cum drying on her face, more leaking from her pussy and ass. It was the perfect wedding night after all, she thought. And when Ron woke, he would get sloppy seconds, or whatever number it was.
