Karina and I had discussed our sexual fantasies throughout our relationship, and though we’d done many dirty things together, we’d never had a threesome.

In fact, we were still talking about that oversight in the weeks leading up to our wedding. On a lark, I suggested that we have our first threesome on our honeymoon.

Karina got a thoughtful look on her face and then decided to one — up me: “How about we do it on our wedding night instead?”

There was a devious twinkle in her eye, and I knew that meant she was up to something, so I agreed. However, my wife — to — be wasn’t ready to share the details of her plan with me, so all I could do was wait until the big day.

Karina never gave me the slightest hint about her intentions. I asked a couple times right after our discussion, but she acted as if she had no idea what I was talking about, and the three weeks leading up to our wedding passed without another word about our potential threesome. By the day of our “I dos,” all I knew was that I was going to marry my best friend. Anything after that would be a bonus.

Our wedding went off without a hitch. The reception was everything we’d hoped for, with everyone dancing and having a good time. Even our most curmudgeonly guests seemed to be enjoying themselves. I was having so much fun at the party that I didn’t have a single moment to think about what would happen afterward in the honeymoon suite.

Fortunately, Karina had thought about it. As we were about to enter our room, she whispered in my ear that there was a surprise waiting inside for me.

When I opened the door, I saw a gorgeous woman lying across the bed. I vaguely recognized her from the wedding reception. She’d been the date of one of our guests, and I knew we’d danced with her earlier. She was wearing a lacy black teddy and high heels and nothing else. She looked delectable, but I still wasn’t entirely sure this was really happening.

“Do you like?” my wife asked. I looked at my bride, unsure of what my answer should be. Of course I was turned on by the smoking — hot woman in our bed, but even though we’d discussed having a threesome, I still felt off — kilter. The moment was surreal—and undeniably erotic.

Taking my stunned silence as an affirmative reply, Karina continued. “I met Miranda a few months ago, and I thought she was gorgeous,” she said with a sigh. “She and I got to talking one night, and it turns out she’s always wanted to be the third in a threesome, so I thought she’d be perfect for us. Don’t you think she’s perfect? I set her up with Dan for the wedding, but I couldn’t resist ‘borrowing’ her for the night.”

I nodded my agreement, because, well, Miranda was perfect. And then I grabbed my wife around the waist and kissed her soundly because not only was Miranda perfect, but my wife’s secret plan was even more so.

My bride returned my kiss and slowly walked me toward our guest without breaking our lip — lock. When we reached the bed, we parted and Miranda crawled to the foot of the mattress to kiss my wife.

Watching Karina kissing someone else only hours after we’d said “I do” shouldn’t have been such a turn — on, but I can’t deny that it was the single hottest thing I’d ever seen. There was my gorgeous wife, still in her silky white dress, passionately kissing another beautiful woman. I felt my cock getting hard at the sexy sight. The night had barely begun, and it had already exceeded my expectations.

After breaking her kiss with Miranda, my wife asked me to help her get out of her gown. While the other woman watched, I carefully unzipped my wife’s long white dress and eased it down her body before helping her step out of the pool of fabric. Together, we lay the dress across the chaise in the corner, and then Miranda and I both got to admire my new wife in her white lace lingerie.

Karina, now wearing only a bustier and panties, kissed me deeply and then told me to undress while she and Miranda “got the ball rolling.” Then my wife crossed the room and crawled onto the bed with her friend. The two of them kissed sensually as I toed off my shoes and started to strip. It was hard to focus on removing my clothes as I watched the two of them get frisky. As the women explored one another’s lingerie — clad bodies, I slipped out of my suit, nearly falling over numerous times because I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the sensual scene.

When I was fully naked, I joined them, and the women turned their attention to me. They began covering my body in kisses and stroking every inch of me, including my already rock — hard cock. There were four hands and two pairs of lips worshipping me, and I could hardly keep myself in control as they teased and taunted me, bringing me to the brink of ecstasy.

As good as their attention felt, it wasn’t time for me to come. There was so much more to do! Miranda helped me strip my wife, carefully peeling her lingerie from her body and planting kisses on each new inch of skin that was bared. When Karina was naked, Miranda kissed her and then kissed me before telling us that our first time as husband and wife should be just the two of us—but she wanted to watch.

I didn’t need to be told twice! I immediately pulled my wife to me and kissed her deeply once more before guiding my hard — on into her pussy. We’d been together for five years when we got married, but even after all that time, having sex with her on our wedding night felt like our first time all over again.

“When I was fully naked, I joined them, and the women turned their attention to me.”

As I stroked in and out of Karina’s tight, wet slit, we stared into each other’s eyes and took every chance we had to kiss one another. It was the hottest sex we’d ever had. And knowing that Miranda was watching only made it better.

Karina and I were fucking at a steady pace when she told me to look at Miranda. I turned my head to see our bedmate staring at us with lustful eyes as she fingered herself. She was now totally naked and had one hand between her spread thighs, thrusting her fingers inside her pussy as her other hand was kneading a breast. Her bottom lip was gripped between her teeth, and it was evident that she was incredibly turned on.

I watched her for a minute—as did Karina—and then I turned my attention back to my bride, continuing to pound her until I felt her pussy clench around me as she climaxed. As she started coming, I thrust harder, and I followed her orgasm with my own.

We kissed and cuddled each other as we caught our breath, and as soon as we did, we turned our attention to Miranda. She was still touching herself, but we stopped her and took over.

My wife kissed the other woman and then suckled her perky breasts. Meanwhile, I scooted down the bed and pushed my head between Miranda’s thighs so I could get to her pussy. She was positively drenched, and I eagerly licked up the sweet juices that clung to her thick pink pussy lips.

Together, my wife and I worked to bring Miranda to climax, and we worked hard! I ate Miranda’s pussy greedily, encouraged by my wife, who kept saying how hot it was watching me pleasure her friend. And Miranda did her share of encouraging, too. Every time I touched my tongue to her clit, her thighs shook and she squeezed my head between them, holding me in place and making sure I kept up my ministrations.

I couldn’t see what Karina was doing while I was going to town on Miranda’s slit, but if our new partner’s gasps and gulps were any indication, Karina wasn’t ignoring our playmate.

When I sensed that Miranda’s orgasm was imminent, I began to thrust my tongue inside her, jamming it in and out as if I were fucking her with it. That seemed to get her really excited, and I knew she was ready to come. I refocused my attention on her clit, licking and sucking that little knot of flesh. I gripped her ass cheeks firmly in my hands to keep her still and my mouth on target. I could feel Miranda’s thighs quivering around my face, even as I heard my wife kissing her noisily. Our lover’s moans grew in intensity, though they were muffled by my bride’s mouth. Miranda started to buck toward my face, and I ate her more energetically, knowing it was only a matter of moments before she reached her peak. Over her pretty moans, I could hear Karina encouraging her to come. Before long she did, letting out a tiny yelp of excitement as she climaxed. Her slit grew even more slick as her orgasmic juices rushed out of her. I happily lapped up her essence, not stopping until I was sure I’d caught every drop.

When I finally pulled my head out from between Miranda’s thighs, I saw that Karina’s lips were red and swollen from their extensive make — out session. Miranda was absolutely exhausted. I gave each of them a kiss and then went to get us some of the chilled champagne that had been left for us earlier in the evening.

I poured three glasses of bubbly, and we all toasted to a wonderful night. That was only the beginning, and the three of us fucked and sucked until the wee hours of the morning. Exhausted and sated, we finally fell asleep, with me sandwiched between two beautiful women.

When I woke up in the morning, Miranda was gone. For a moment I felt as if it had all been a dream, but when I turned and saw three empty champagne flutes on the bedside table, I smiled.

As soon as we got home from our honeymoon, we planned another date with Miranda. Now that we’ve finally had three — way sex, we don’t plan on stopping.