Triple Play - Episode 6

The groom’s hand trembled when the stripper—call it a favor from his best man—took his fingers and pressed them against the third one’s bare hip. He’d never touched another woman. The bride watched from the edge of the bed, silk robe slipping off her shoulder, pulse quick in her throat. The third one was patient, dark eyes steady, letting the new wife come closer until they stood chest to chest, lips brushing once before she opened the robe completely and let it fall. The stripper guided the groom’s hand lower, between smooth thighs, until two slick fingers slid inside another woman for the first time. His wife kissed him, tasted the heat on his tongue, then dropped to her knees and took the third one into her mouth—slow, learning, her fingers laced with her husband’s around the base. The groom knelt behind his wife, cock hard against the cleft of her ass, and eased into her while she moaned around the taste she’d never had before. They moved like that—him inside her, her mouth full—until the stripper pulled the bride up, turned her, and sat her on his cock facing her husband. She reached for him, brought his mouth to her breast, and he sucked hard while the third thrust up into her. Sweat slid between them. When the groom came first, he spilled across his wife’s belly, and the third finished inside her with a rough, low sound. The room smelled of sex and new skin. Nobody spoke. They simply breathed, tangled, already changed.