The Wedding Present
by LetsShare

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Disclaimer:

This story contains explicit descriptions of sex between consenting
adults. If you are under age, immature, or might be offended by this
material, or if it is illegal where you live, stop now. You have
been warned.

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We had never really talked about sharing her with another man. 

My wife and I met in university, in our last year. She was a pretty
brown-haired English lady in her early twenties, smart, sociable,
with a gorgeous figure and long brown hair, attractive but too
reserved to be considered overtly sexy. We had a meeting of the
minds, and a month after we started dating it developed into a
meeting of groins. Two weeks after that we were engaged. Everything
was just - RIGHT, somehow.

Two years later we were settled, she at grad school while my
fledgeling high-tech career paid the bills. I'd introduced her to
sexy movies and magazines, life in and out of bed was getting more
interesting as time went by, and we had lots of fun experimenting
with new sexual thrills. Nothing all that unusual, you understand -
having sex in every room of the house, christening new pieces of
furniture by fucking atop them, making out in the car on quiet
country roads late at night. She even went without underwear from
time to time when we went out, so that I could finger her under her
skirt as we drove through town. But we never talked about sharing
her.

We had a friend named Brian who was about to get married. I'd known
Brian through university, and Carolyn had met him in our final term,
at the same time she met me. He's a teddy-bear, and we both liked
him a lot. Two weeks before the big day we threw a party for him and
his fiance, with several of our friends attending. He got a lot of
teasing about "losing his freedom", and Carolyn spent a lot of
attention on him that evening. I cooked dinner as usual, and
afterwards she cleaned up. Brian helped her while I mingled, and
when the two of them emerged from the kitchen again they were
chatting merrily, and sat down next to each other on the couch. He
put his arm around her shoulders - not unusual in our group of
friends, we're all quite fond of each other - and we all kept
talking. His fiance, who we'd also known for a long time, was
obviously amused by their semi-cuddling and didn't mind at all.

After everyone had gone home, as we were getting into bed, Carolyn
was quiet and a bit distracted, obviously trying to figure out how
to broach some subject. I naked as usual at bedtime, and she was
wearing a nightshirt. "Tonight was fun" she said. I agreed, and
joked that I hoped she had enjoyed a last cuddle with Brian as a
single guy. "Hmm," she said, "in fact he was talking about that too.
He was kind of hinting. I asked him how all the wedding planning was
going, and he said everything was sorted out except for one thing.
His last fling."

Gulp.

Please understand something about me. I'm not the jealous type, and
I'm also not one of those masochists who needs to be humiliated in
order to get off. I flatter myself that I'm not too bad in bed,
though I'm no sexual athlete. I love my wife, in every sense and as
often as possible. I was also very fond of Brian - mind you, I'm
completely straight - he was a charming and faithful friend. And
suddenly the idea of giving Carolyn to him as a last fling filled me
with lust. My cock started to stir.

"Um. Would you like to give it to him?" I heard myself ask, pretty
sure I knew where this was leading. She immediately started
breathing heavily. I started to run my hand up her thigh, up her
tummy to cup her breast. I found I could smell her wetness. She said
in a very quiet, trembling voice "would you mind?" I answered that I
loved the idea. We had amazing sex, and near the end, as I was
thrusting into her, I asked if she wanted Brian to do the same. She
could only moan in answer.

The next weekend, one week before the wedding, we went to another
friend's cottage, isolated in the back country bordering the Great
Lakes. There were eight of us, including Brian, his fiance and four
single friends. Saturday during the day most of us were sitting on
the dock in front of the cottage, which is on a small island (100
yards deep and 50 across, looking at the front of the cottage).
There's a small island behind which is joined to the larger one only
when water levels are low, which they were. At one point in
mid-afternoon, I noticed that Brian and Carolyn were absent, and
went looking for them. They were sitting under a tree together on
the back island, in a little hollow. They were sitting side-by-side
and chatting amiably, playing with strands of grass and laughing
once in a while. As I watched, they stood up and started walking
back to the cottage, so I left. They joined us on the dock a few
minutes later.

That night we had a great dinner, several bottles of wine were
drunk, and afterwards we shared a room with Brian and his fiance. It
was completely pitch dark, without even a moon to light up the land
outside the window. While Carolyn and I shared a twin-size bed on
one side of the room, Brian and A. were doing the same ten feet
away. The others were lying around the cottage on sofa beds and in
sleeping bags, also just a few feet away and separated from us by a
curtain. So I had to whisper very quietly to ask Carolyn if she'd
enjoyed the day. She had. So I asked "Was Brian still hinting?" She
shuddered and snuggled closer to me. "Mmm hmmm." I ran my hand up
under her nightshirt and started fondling a breast."Would you still
like to grant his wish?" She shuddered again and rolled onto her
back, so I, lying on my side, could cuddle her and she could whisper
into my ear. She whispered "Are you sure you wouldn't mind?" I
lifted her knee of the side that was pressing against me, and
reached to fondle her sex. She was wet. Ever so gently touching her
clit with my fingers, I whispered back, "I want you to fuck him." We
kissed, slow and deep and long, and while we did my fingers
continued their dance, and Carolyn reached down to grab me. I was
hard. She lifted her leg further to grant me access, and I silently
shifted up and slowly slid my cock into her. She was struggling to
keep her breathing quiet. With no chance for really stroking without
giving everything away, I kept up with what I had started with my
fingers, stroking her clit as she milked me. And I kept talking."I
want you to take him down to the back island tomorrow. I want you to
seduce him. To get naked for him. I want you to suck him, and let
him eat you. And I want him to fuck you." The talk made her even
hotter, and by the time we both came she was not the least bit
reluctant to go through with it.

The next day, after breakfast, we headed to the dock for another
spell of swimming. Carolyn stopped by briefly to tell me that she
was going for a walk with Brian, and gave me a kiss and left. After
about twenty minutes I excused myself from the gang on the dock, and
made my way toward the back island, where I could see if anything
was going to happen. I hid in the bushes where I could see the two
of them, leaning against the same tree. This time they were holding
hands. They'd removed sandals, and were wriggling their toes in the
sand and pine needles on which they lay. I could just make out some
of what they were saying. After a couple of minutes Carolyn leaned
over to Brian and kissed him on the lips. He looked stunned for a
few seconds, then held her head to return the kiss. It turned out to
be a sizzler. She broke the kiss to whisper something to him, then
resumed. They were still sitting on the ground, side by side, with
his arm around her, and his other hand started to wander around her
breasts. She took it in one of hers, without breaking the kiss, and
pulled it down between her legs, and up under the short skirt of her
sun dress. As she pulled it toward her crotch, the skirt was pulled
up and I was amazed and very turned on to see that she had not worn
panties. Brian was surprised too. He broke the kiss to ask a
question I didn't hear, she whispered back, and he started to stroke
her pussy with his fingers as they resumed the kiss. Another minute,
and Brian couldn't be contained any more. He got down between her
legs, and started to lick her. Carolyn was in nirvana, but she
regained her composure for a few seconds, checked the horizon, saw
no one, and pulled her sun dress off over her head. She lay back
flat on the ground.

I made a similar check of my horizon, made sure I was obscured from
all directions by the bushes, and lowered my own shorts. I could
hear the other guests, including Brian's fiance, laughing and
swimming off the dock a short distance away. When I looked back at
the couple on the back island, Carolyn was cumming, trying not to be
too loud and failing. Brian was fondling her breasts as she moaned
and clenched her legs around his head. I started to stroke myself.

As she came down from her orgasm, Brian, still fully clothed except
for the footwear discarded earlier, kissed his way up her belly,
stopping for a moment or two at her breasts, and finally lay up
against her whole body, kissing her deeply on the mouth. Carolyn
started to unbutton his shirt, but had to push him off to continue
it. He sat back on his knees and started on his shirt buttons while
Carolyn unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts. In a minute, he too was
naked, and I watched from behind his back as Carolyn knelt, then as
her head descended to his crotch, running her hands along his sides,
until her head reached its goal in his lap. I saw his back tense as
she reached her goal, and from my angle slightly above them I could
see the curve of her perfect ass sticking out as she bobbed her
mouth up and down on him. After a minute or two of this, she sat up
again, and lay back down flat on her back, legs spread, arms
inviting.

I was on fire, stroking my cock as I saw him kneel again between my
wife's outstretched legs. He started low, kissing his way up her
belly and breasts, until he reached her mouth. They kissed
frantically, mouths wide open. His cock was large and straight, and
it was aimed at her opening. I saw her hand reach down, encircle it.
I saw her aim it and tug it toward her. Then, with a long
agonizingly slow heave, it slid into her cunt, first just the head,
then inch by inch the rest of the shaft. He stopped half way, unsure
of his lubrication, and her hands reached back and grabbed his tight
ass and slowly pulled him the rest of the way into her. The kiss
never broke.

They lay still, interlocked, for half a minute, frenetically
exploring each others' mouths, until the urge to do more overtook
Brian. He started to thrust. Out, until his cockhead was lodged just
inside her. In, a long slow heave as his asscheeks clenched. Out
again. In again. Carolyn' thighs heaved to meet each stroke, to get
him deeper and deeper inside her. Still, their kiss continued, his
hands supported his weight on the floor of the woods, hers fondled
his back and ass, urging him deeper and faster. She broke the kiss
to moan something I couldn't understand. In. He started to lick and
bite her collarbone.Out. She spread her legs still wider, moved her
ankles up and crossed them behind his ass. In. Out. In. Out. For ten
minutes and more they fucked, naked on the forest floor while I
watched, and five other people played loudly and unknowing less than
a hundred yards away. Finally, he stopped stroking and I could see
his ass clench repeatedly. I knew that he was filling my wife with
his cum. That drove me over the edge, and as he came deep inside her
I sprayed the bushes with my load. They kissed again, and cuddled
for several minutes, with his cock still encased in her cunt.

I considered how best to extricate myself and rejoin the group. But
he wasn't done yet, and neither was Carolyn. She started to fondle
his ass again, and nibbled at his ear, and in five minutes he was
ready to go again. She stopped him, he got off and lay on his back
and this time she mounted him. I had an even better view of his cock
disappearing into her as she started to rock and bounce slowly on
him. I looked up and was shocked to see a canoe with two people in
it a couple of hundred yards away. Brian and by wife were in plain
view, too distracted to notice anything but their own lust, her
perfect breasts jiggling and bouncing up and down as she rode him.
But the canoeists didn't see.

After ten minutes of this Brian again came inside my wife. They
stopped and snuggled in the shade of the trees, and I snuck away.
Half an hour later Brian and Carolyn returned after "an enjoyable
walk" exploring the island and talking, as they explained to the
rest of our group. It was only later that night, back in our own bed
at home, that Carolyn and I shared stories of what she had done, and
what I had seen.

That was several years ago now. We've been happily married for
seventeen years. She's still very attractive, he's still a teddy
bear. She'd like to repeat the experience with Brian, and I'd love
to watch and perhaps join in. The last time we saw him, at a reunion
of our old college friends, she told me he was hinting again.

Well, you never know.

