HOW WE FELL INTO THE LIFE
By User

We got married right out of college.  Since Candy and I both had great jobs, 
we could afford to do it right.  The best man, Bobbie, was my best friend in 
college and the man who introduced us.  He was also her old boyfriend from 
high school where they made quite a scandal.  She was the typical blue-eyed 
blond most of the boys fantasized about; he was the big, bad black dude that 
just didn't come onto white chicks in Shreveport, Louisiana.  He was her 
first lover, taking her virginity when they got high at a party in their 
junior year.

We were married in Shreveport and planned on taking a Caribbean cruise for 
the honeymoon.  We were to board the ship in New Orleans the day after we got 
married.  Our first night would be spent in a hotel on the river.  Bobbie and 
his girl friend decided to join us for the evening and see us off the next 
day.

The four of us had a great night touring Bourbon Street, drinking way to 
much, of course.  On the way back, we decided to take advantage of the hotel 
Sauna and sweat out some of the alcohol before we called it a night.  We went 
to our rooms to put on bathing suits, which was probably our first mistake of 
the night.  The hotel and thoughtfully placed a bottle of champagne in the 
honeymoon suite which we brought along to share with Bobbie and Stef.  
Watching my new wife strip stark naked and then put on the tiniest of bikinis 
got me very horny.  We played a little slap and tickle before we reluctantly 
went down to meet our friends.

Bobbie and Stef were already in the sauna when we arrived.  With towels 
wrapped around them it was impossible to see if they were wearing anything 
underneath.  I made a wisecrack about it and they flashed us for laughs.  He 
had on a Speedo and she must have bought her bikini at the same place Candy 
found hers.  Since we had our hotel robes on, we flashed back, showing them 
that we were just as thinly dressed as they were.

We popped open the champagne and passed the bottle, each of us taking healthy 
swigs until it was all gone.  Having just a little buzz on when we came into 
the sauna, the bottle we consumed there went straight to our heads.  All four 
of us were ripped by the time it was empty.  Stef slumped over, dead to the 
world and Bobbie picked her up to carry her back to their room.

"Poor Bobbie goes horny tonight," giggled Candy as she cuddled closer.  I 
slipped my hands under her robe and began exploring her fantastic body, 
secure in the thought that no one would enter the sauna this late at night.  
I was kicking around the idea of taking her right there on the bench or just 
getting her good and primed, then dragging her back to the room.  After a few 
minutes, her hand slipped inside my robe and started playing with my hard on. 
 Taking a hint, I slipped my hand over her ass which was almost completely 
exposed by the thong she was almost wearing.  I was inching down the crack of 
her ass toward the promised land when I sensed the door opening the quickly 
closing.

I thought someone had just peeked in and left until I heard the door lock 
slip into place.  I looked up and saw Bobbie settle into place on the bench 
across from us.  "Christ, guys, get a room," he whispered.  He was alone.

Candy just giggled and continued with a long, wet kiss.  Nuzzling my neck she 
said something about being skunk drunk and horny as hell.  Her hand, covered 
by my robe, stayed on my cock.  I looked down at her and noticed that the top 
of her robe had parted and from my point-of-view, those perfect little tits 
were almost completely exposed.  I forgot all about Bobbie.

Candy's ass lifted up as my fingers found her dripping wet slit.  She eased 
her hand inside my trunks to caress my dick.  Although we were well-covered, 
it had to be obvious to Bobbie that she was jerking me off and I was finger 
fucking her right in front of him.  As horny as I was, it only took a minute 
or two for her to get me off.  I groaned and relaxed, leaving her  high and 
dry for a moment.  She knew she would have to do something to get me back up 
again.

She stretched out on the bench with her head in my lap.  Her robe had ridden 
up far enough so that about half of her ass was showing. 
I looked down and thought that if my robe and trunks weren't in the way, she 
could give me some great head.  Her mouth was perfectly positioned for it.  I 
started to get hard again and she sensed my "growth" through the material 
even though she was almost out of it.  Pressing her face against my crotch, 
she puffed hot air through the material and used subtle tongue and lip 
pressure to urge me on.

I had lost track of Bobbie until I heard Candy whisper that she loved the way 
I was playing with her ass.  I looked down the bench and saw that it was 
Bobbie, gently stroking the exposed part of her ass cheeks.  Damn!  The sight 
of his coal black hand on her lily white butt was amazing.  If I was sober, I 
would have punched his lights out.  If he had been sober, he wouldn't have 
been doing it.  

Instead, I slipped my hand inside my robe and freed my cock.  It slipped 
easily into Candy's mouth and she began nursing on it like a contented baby.  
I watched Bobbie work his hand over her ass, enjoying the soft roundness of 
it.  He lifted the thin strap between her cheeks, then realizing where this 
was going, looked at me for the first time.  I nodded, almost breathless at 
what I had just given him permission to do to my new bride.

With her robe already up around her waist, he flicked the strap aside and his 
finger trailed down the crack of her ass, drawing nearer and nearer to her 
pussy.  I knew she was already wet and wide open from all the playing we had 
been doing.  In a moment, she gasped and her butt cheeks quivered.  I knew he 
had slipped his fingers into her cunt.  He began fingering her and she 
responded for a few minutes by rocking her butt in a fucking rhythm.  My cock 
was still in her mouth.

I noticed the little shiver she always gives when she comes.  Her first 
orgasm as a married woman was caused by the fingers of another man, I 
thought.  For a second, it caused her to suck harder on my cock.  Then, as he 
palmed the front of her cunt to lift her ass off the bench, she realized that 
it was Bobbie and not me that had gotten her off.  She looked up at me, 
startled at what had just happened.  Bobbie kept lifting her ass upwards.  He 
was on his knees on the bench.  Sometime earlier, he had shed his Speedo and 
his rock hard cock was poised to fuck Candy.  

"Go for it." I said.

He aimed his meat at her wide open hole and thrust forward, burying himself 
balls deep inside her in one thrust.  She uttered a cry that was a cross 
between a moan of passion and a cry of protest.  It only took two or three 
thrusts of his cock for her to start fucking back.  I pushed her head down on 
my cock again and watched Bobbie power fucking my bride.  Her arms wrapped 
around me and I counted the orgasms --- one, two, then three -- before Bobbie 
roared and emptied himself deep inside her spasming pussy.  I came at the 
same time, filling her mouth.  

Bobbie and I just looked at each other for a minute, realizing what we had 
just experienced.  Without saying a word, he put on his trunks and left the 
sauna.  Candy had passed out from the alcohol and the massive orgasms she 
had.  I replaced the thong and carried her back to the room.  It would be the 
next night on the boat before I consummated the marriage.  Candy would only 
be able to get off, though, when she was getting fucked by two men at the 
same time.
