The Morning After

Normally I hate weddings, but then, this hadn’t been your ordinary wedding. Nothing mundane or commonplace about it, which is just exactly what one might expect from a couple like Todd and Shan. Music, nudity, dancing under the stars: Pagan weddings were always much more fun than your average, run-of-the-mill Christian event.

I stood in the doorway and surveyed the damage. Not bad, considering. Bodies, in various stages of undress, were strewn about the floor and on furniture. The odd wine or cocktail glass, here and there. Small piles of clothing in corners. No more than should be expected the day after an all-night bacchanal. My guests were nothing, if not conscientious and polite.

The happily wedded couple was upstairs, in the spare bedroom. They’d be leaving for their honeymoon later this evening. Even so, I shouldn’t let them sleep too late. I set about making coffee and boiling water for tea in the kitchen, while bodies stirred beyond. There would be a few hangovers to tend to, but first, the guests of honor must be serviced.

I loaded a tray with carafes of hot water and coffee, cups, saucers, spoons, cream, sugar and some biscuits, then made my way across the obstacle strewn floor, toward the staircase at the far end of the room. Two pairs of pleading eyes met mine and I gestured back toward the bar with my head, while continuing onward.

I encountered another couple, which had made a little love nest on the first landing, and stepped gingerly over them. Second floor attained, I tiptoed through the hallway and knocked lightly on the door. A languid voice murmured something that sounded like, “C’min.” I turned the knob and pushed the door open, stepping through.

“Good morning, lovebirds. Coffee or tea?” I asked.

“Mmmm… tea for me,” Shan said. She had the sheets pulled up to her chin and was, judging from the smile on her face, in a post-orgasmic haze. Chestnut curls foamed around her head and languid brown eyes gazed up at me.

Her husband Todd lay next to her, only his lower half covered by the crumpled sheet, his arm thrown over his eyes. Blond hair fanned out across the pillow and dusted his lean body, shimmering like gold in the morning sun slanting through the blinds.

“I’ll take coffee,” he mumbled, not removing his arm from his face. It was obvious that Todd was suffering the same after effects of the night before that the downstairs guests were.

I sat the tray down and closed the blinds, casting the room into a more comfortable dimness. “It smells like sex in here,” I offered.

Shan giggled. “It should, we just finished, like, 15 seconds before you knocked.”

I turned and smiled. “Really?” With what I knew to be an impish grin, I walked around the bed and lifted the sheet to reveal Todd’s naked body. His tumescent cock still glistened with cum and pussy juices.

“Yummy,” I said. “Mind if I sample?”

“Please do,” Todd said, smiling.

I dipped my head and licked at the underside of his cock, making it jump. Then I took the head into my warm mouth and sucked it slowly down my throat. After thirty seconds or so, I let it slide wetly from my mouth.

“Mmmm… I said. It tastes like both of you.”

Shan giggled again. “My husband fucked me good.”

“Apparently,” I replied, standing once again. My own cock tented outward beneath my sarong.

Shan eyed the tent and smiled. “Looks like someone else could use a little, too.”

“You inviting?”

She threw back the sheets and spread her legs to reveal her cream-drooling cunt, still swollen from Todd’s attentions. I loosened the knot on my sarong and let it fall to the ground. Shan lifted her hand. I took it and she pulled me down toward her. In one smooth move, I eased between her legs and slid deep into her well-lubed cunt.

I settled down on top of her and she sighed. Soft, creamy breasts cushioned me.

“Good morning,” I said, lowering my head to kiss her softly.

“Mmmm… good morning,” she replied.

“Hey,” Todd said, rolling over toward us. “Where’s mine?”

I turned my head and met his bearded face coming in over my right shoulder. We held that kiss for a good thirty seconds, while I slid slowly in and out of his wife’s cunt. That was one thing Shan and I whole-heartedly agreed on; Todd was a gifted kisser. We broke and I kissed Shan again, harder and deeper this time.

The thumb of my right hand found a hard pink nipple and grazed it softly, making Shan shiver. I licked it, teasing it gently with my teeth, then planted soft kisses in the hollow of her throat. Todd responded by placing equally soft kisses on my shoulder and arm as he watched. “This must be why they call you the ‘best’ man,” he said.

“Mm, I don’t know about that,” I mumbled into Shan’s throat. “You ended up with the girl.”

“Shhh,” Shan shushed. “More fucking, less talking.”

I happily complied.

It didn’t take long before Shan’s breath was coming in ragged gasps and her pelvis was thrusting up against mine. The woman loved to be fucked. I slowed my movements and let her do the thrusting.

Meanwhile, Todd had risen up onto his knees and offered me his still tumescent cock to suck on. One of my favorite coital positions. He never got completely hard, but his cock definitely reacted to my ministrations and that got my juices boiling. Shan moaned into her first orgasm and I thrust deeper, grinding my pubes against her clit, just the way she liked it. She shuddered and another wave hit her.

My own orgasm was building, but I was thrusting in and out in time with Todd’s cock sliding in and out of my mouth. I reached around and grasped a handful of his tight, hairy ass and he ground his cock down my throat, just as my own orgasm overtook me. I sucked hard and pushed deep into Shan as she road the crest of yet another orgasm. This one had been loud. I was sure the other guests had heard it.

We stayed that way for a few blissful seconds, then Todd pulled his cock loose with a wet plop and dropped back down into the bed. Looking up at me, he kissed me again, then turned and kissed his wife. Her eyes were closed, but she responded. I slid out of her well-fucked crotch and stood.

“Messy,” I said, reaching for my sarong.

“Hold on,” Todd instructed, sliding down to take my cock in his mouth. I shuddered. My cock is always very sensitive after orgasm. He licked gently at it until all sticky matter was gone. Then, when he was satisfied, he handed me the sarong and swung his legs over the side of the bed, into a sitting position.

“Now, about that coffee…” he said.

“You just let me take care of that,” I replied.

I knotted the sarong and set about serving my newlywed guests coffee and tea in bed.

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This story originally appeared in the anthology The Big Book of Orgasms (2013), edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel.