Jordan wrapped his arm around my waist as we entered the hotel’s ballroom, which was full of family and friends. He gave me a squeeze, and I smiled.

“Here they are!” someone shouted. “Husband and wife.”

Those words earned us a loud round of applause. I felt myself blushing. I’m not one who likes to be the center of attention. Jordan, on the other hand, loves it.

“This is fun,” he said, his lips pressed to my ear and his voice breathy.

I shivered from the intimacy of the gesture.

He waved to his people, and I waved to mine. Together, we moved to the center of the room.

He got me a glass of champagne as people offered their congratulations. This post-honeymoon party had been his mother’s idea after our elopement, and she’d put it all together.

“Hey, there’s Dave!” Jordan said. He pecked my cheek and told me, “I’ll be back. I haven’t seen him in ages.”

I let him go and continued to receive people’s good wishes. Once I had a glass of champagne in me, I relaxed somewhat and went to find my husband, who was still talking to Dave.

Dave, who I’d never met before, was average height but brawny like a caricature of a circus strongman. He had black ink tattoos on his arms, including one of a bumble bee.

“How have we never met?” Dave asked, offering me his hand.

I took it, and he shook mine firmly before impulsively twirling me. The unexpected act made me laugh, and the heat in my cheeks grew — but it wasn’t from the champagne.

“That’s because I hid her away from you,” Jordan joked.

My man put his arm around me, and we all chatted. Then another old pal came by to catch up with Dave.

Jordan whispered to me, “Hey, I want to talk to you about something.” Then he tugged me to a quiet corner outside the main room and said, “So, I was thinking.”

“Yes? About what?” I prompted.

He squeezed his arm around my waist, pulling me closer, and my breast pressed against his side. He was big and warm and comfortable.

“You and Dave,” he said.

“Me and Dave?”

I feigned ignorance, but my body tingled with the anticipation of what he was going to say. I felt it coming.

“I think you should get to know him. In a naked kinda way.” He ran his fingertip up my belly and between my breasts, and then brushed it over my left nipple. Beneath my dress, the little nub stiffened.

“You do? But we just got married.”

We’d done this before, having an open relationship. It had occurred a handful of times while we were dating. But Jordan is very particular about who he’d like me to fuck.

He turned and faced me, his body blocking mine from the view of any passersby. He ran his hand up the inside of my thigh, raising my dress and touching my crotch briefly.

Arousal flared in me, and I felt my pussy grow moist.

“OK. When?”

“How about a quickie right now? He has a room upstairs. He leaves for home early tomorrow morning.”

I didn’t know what to say. But my body’s signals told me I was onboard — that I wanted to fuck one of my husband’s very best friends.

He pressed against me, and I felt the hardness of his cock. He was well past turned on. “I’ll be down here with all our friends and family, while you’re upstairs getting plowed by Dave. And then later, you can tell me all about it.”

Then Dave approached us, leaning in close to whisper, “So what’s the verdict?”

Jordan put my hand in Dave’s and winked as he said, “Take my wife. Please. Fuck her good.”

We ran up the back steps eagerly, me and my husband’s friend, leaving Jordan behind with a big smile on his face.

Once we were alone in Dave’s room, he kissed me hard and I responded in kind. My heart was thumping, and I was wet — oh, so wet — between my legs. He found that out quickly when he reached beneath my dress and stroked me through my silk panties, which were already pretty damp. But I was desperate for that thin bit of fabric to be out of the way.

He must’ve read my mind because he slipped his hand into my undies and pushed a finger inside me.

“You’re soaked,” he murmured.

I responded by thrusting my hips toward him, eager for more contact.

He kissed his way down my neck and licked my collarbone. He pulled down the top of my dress and my bra, and then his mouth fell on my breasts. He licked, sucked and bit my nipples, leaving me breathless.

He pushed a second finger inside me, and I reached back toward the wall to steady myself. He kept kissing me, his tongue whirling across mine, as he finger-fucked me and toyed with my clit.

Dave pushed those two fingers deeper, and a sweet blissful tension flooded my pelvis.

“Come for me, and I’ll fuck you,” he said.

He had a playfully cruel streak, and I loved it.

It didn’t take long for me to let go. He jammed another fat finger into me, and I felt my body stretch to accommodate him. I took a deep breath and felt my juices flowing freely. After few more thrusts of his digits, and a few more flicks of my clit, I bit my lower lip and braced myself. I surrendered to him, and he worked me expertly. His free hand came up to stroke my nipple and pinch it until all of the tension deep inside me let loose. Then I was coming, shaking and crying out loud.

But my hunger wasn’t sated.

I pushed him back and pulled my dress over my head. I dropped my undergarments and kicked off my sandals. My naked body was flushed with anticipation, and my pussy pulsed as if it had its own heartbeat.

Dave stripped quickly. He was big and strong, and his thick cock stood out eagerly. I grabbed it and stroked it before dropping to the bed and motioning him forward. I put his cock in my mouth and sucked him slowly, gradually pushing my lips down to his base. He groaned, pushed his fingers into my hair and gave it a little tug.

There was that playfully cruel streak again. His wickedness made my pussy gush.

I cupped his balls, squeezing gently. Then I ran my tongue along his dick until he groaned.

Taking control, Dave knocked me back, parted my thighs and pushed between them. He grabbed handfuls of my ass and angled me just so. Then he pressed only the tip of his cock against my slit. He stayed there for a minute, teasing me, before plunging into me fast and deep.

I shuddered, taking him all in and clutching his muscular shoulders as he drove into me.

He grabbed my arms, pushing them above my head, and pinned me there, continuing to fuck me fast and hard. The bedsprings squealed, and I found myself moaning, even as flickering spasms of pleasure sparked deep inside me. I was going to come again, and soon.

His hips banged against me, but it didn’t matter. I raised my body to take him, squeezing my internal muscles around his driving cock.

Dave’s fingers tightened around my wrists, and he slowed his rhythm. He began sliding in and out of me lazily, like he had all the time in the world. I was practically panting, on the verge of begging him to hammer me.

Then he stopped dead and rocked his hips from side to side, grinding against my clit. I gasped.

“Stop teasing me,” I said. “Please.”

Amused by my desperation, he smiled wickedly but resumed thrusting into me. The pleasure was exquisite. It grew and blossomed inside me, and I knew I’d come at any moment.

“You know, your husband’s down there, with his dick hard, thinking about us up here. He was so excited for me to get to know his new wife. And now I know why,” Dave said.

He pressed his lips against the side of my throat, and then raked me with his teeth. I groaned, my nipples growing tighter against his warm chest. A spasm worked through my cunt. It was starting — that syrupy-sweet ascent to coming.

“He wanted me to fuck his beautiful wife. To know what he has. And I gotta say, I’m jealous,” he said into my ear. “You’re fucking amazing.”

I climaxed, my whole body shaking with the force of my bliss. He kept moving, drawing out the pleasure so it unfurled slowly and kept going. It was hard to catch my breath.

“Come on my tits,” I said. “I want you to shoot all over my boobs. So I can tell my husband.”

Those words nearly pushed Dave

over the edge. He got up on his

knees to hover over me, took his big cock in hand and started to jerk off.

I propped myself up on my elbow.

He released another groan, and his

fist moved faster.

“Splash it all over me,” I said breathlessly.

Dave’s free hand came down, closed over one of my breasts and squeezed. He kneaded my tit roughly as he continued to jerk off.

“I’m going to come,” he said. “Jesus, I’m going to come.”

“I’ll show him exactly where you covered me with your jizz,” I whispered. “Where one of his closest friends painted my skin with his cream.”

My filthy talk provoked another thrilling groan from him.

“Then as he fucks me, I’ll tell him how you made me come like crazy.”

Dave’s head snapped back, and his body trembled as he climaxed, covering me with his hot, white load. I smiled wickedly, knowing I’d soon take a come-splashed selfie to send to my brand-new husband.