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  Title Page

  Copyright

  One

  Two

  Three

  Four

  Five

  Six

  Seven

  Eight

  Nine

  Ten

  Other Books

  About the Author

  Hotwife Honeymoon

  ~ Two Husbands One Wife ~

  MFM Wedding Party: Book Six

  Jamie Hunter

  Copyright © 2018 Jamie Hunter

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  One

  Oh my God…

  Amanda rocked forward, savoring the feel of her husband’s stiff cock as it ground against her clit. She’d been rubbing against it for twenty minutes now, in one way or another.

  “You’re extra horny tonight,” Connor smiled up at her. His hands still gripped her hips. Flexing his strong arms and digging his fingers, he guided her movements. “What’s the matter? Can’t come?”

  She shook her head. Tousled blonde hair flew everywhere.

  “Oh I can come,” she purred. “I just…” she sighed, shifting back and sinking down. Taking him all the way in. “I just don’t want to yet…”

  They’d been screwing around for the better part of an hour. Long, lazy kissing in their warm marital bed, followed by a slow, delicious blowjob that brought Connor all the way to the edge. It was a tribute to her husband’s control that he hadn’t come yet. Then again, on their honeymoon? He’d had lots of practice.

  “Just let it go baby,” he grunted, pushing back into her. He lifted his ass from the bed, drilling himself even deeper. “You’re so fucking wet. Totally soaked.”

  As if to illustrate the point, one of his hands wandered behind her. Amanda felt it smooth over the curve of her ass. Connor’s middle finger slipped along the crack, downward, to finger her asshole.

  She groaned and rolled her eyes back into her head.

  “Don’t tease me,” she sighed.

  “Who’s teasing?”

  Connor’s finger penetrated her back there, even as he continued thrusting inside her. The added pressure was delicious. Especially with him already packed so fully inside her.

  He slid in to the second knuckle. Amanda gasped.

  “You want it?” he asked slyly.

  She bit her lip. Nodded.

  “Say it.”

  “I want it,” Amanda murmured. She was almost delirious now. Totally in heat. “Oh honey, I want it.”

  She locked eyes with him, and her husband was grinning from ear to ear. He stopped fucking her just long enough to reach over onto the nightstand and grab her phone. He handed it to her.

  “Then get it.”

  Amanda leaned forward, her full breasts pressing against her husband’s wide, hard chest. Their stomachs touched. Her smooth little belly melded against his taut, six-pack abs.

  She kissed him first, sliding her tongue sexily into his mouth. Letting him know how much she loved him, appreciated him… appreciated everything he’d done since their wedding. Then Amanda turned the phone’s camera on. Reaching back, all the way behind them, she angled the shot as best she could and snapped a blind picture.

  She looked at it and grinned. Showed it to him…

  It was a fantastic shot. In it, Amanda’s pussy was wrapped around her husband’s thick cock, with her tight little asshole just above it. Everything glistened with wetness, and was in perfect focus. It wasn’t even off-center.

  “What are you, some kind of pro at this?” Connor laughed.

  She called up Jason’s contact and attached the pic. Beneath it she wrote a short message. A single line of text, followed by the winking emojee:

  There’s an opening here if you want it.

  She turned the phone back to Connor. He read the message and laughed.

  “You’re insatiable, you know that?”

  Amanda poked him teasingly as she ground down hard against his cock. Connor’s finger was back in her asshole. It felt absolutely amazing.

  “You made me this way,” she hissed through clenched teeth.

  The phone dinged with Jason’s response. Another single line of text:

  LOL! On my way.

  Somewhere out in the bungalow came the sound of a door being opened. The guest room.

  “Thank God,” Amanda sighed.

  “You’re lucky he was still up,” her husband chided her.

  She bit down playfully on Connor’s nipple, intentionally nibbling it just a little too hard. He jumped, driving his cock even further inside her. His finger slipped out of her ass.

  Connor gave her his best mock-wounded look.

  “Gotta make room for the best man,” Amanda smiled and shrugged.

  Two

  Jason entered her very slowly, from behind.

  It felt incredible, as it had the last time. As it had the time before that. They’d done it three times so far over the course of their honeymoon, twice with Jason in her ass, once with Connor.

  Never in her life had Amanda felt so full.

  “Oh God…”

  Her body shuddered with pleasure as four strong hands settled on her hips, holding her steady while they penetrated her body. She’d learned that being double-penetrated was all about keeping still. About letting the men work up a rhythm between them, while she relaxed and gave her body over to them.

  “This is ridiculous,” Jason grunted over her shoulder. He was already breathing heavy. Excited beyond words. “How the fuck am I supposed to go back to normal sex after this?”

  Amanda laughed, and her laughter only made it tighter for them.

  “You’re not,” she moaned. “You’re supposed to come over five nights a week and double-team me.”

  She was kidding but she meant it. All at once.

  “That’s gonna be hard to do from California,” he lamented.

  She dug her fingernails into Connor’s chest. Tossed her hair back over one shoulder.

  “Look, you were the ones that went and spoiled me! I was perfectly content to go on my honeymoon with one beautiful husband.” She shifted backward and sighed, taking them both deeper. “It was you two who hatched this devious plan to turn me into a human pincushion.”

  Amanda groaned again, screwing down hard. Connor was so deep inside her right now it was almost criminal.

  “I don’t really hear you complaining,” her husband — the one beneath her, anyway — laughed.

  “Nor will you.”

  She stopped talking, focusing entirely on the sensation of being so beautifully filled. Connor was thrusting upward, rhythmically, stuffing her from beneath. And behind her, Jason had worked up enough leverage that he was sawing almost effortlessly in and out of her tight, well-lubricated ass.

  It had been a whirlwind of a honeymoon. A total blur. It had started with some dirty talk on the night before their wedding — a common threesome fantasy they’d shared a thousand times before, during intercourse. Only this time, Jason had been in the next room, staying as their guest. The best man. Connor’s best friend. Handsome. Available. And as it turned out, willing…

  “MMMMmmmmm…” Amanda squirmed. “Oh yeah. Like that.”

  She’d been shocked at how eagerly she’
d fucked him… and how much Connor had enjoyed seeing it, too. How quickly the three of them had gelled as a trio. How easy it was to incorporate Jason into their sex life.

  And then they’d done it again the next day. Hell, on Amanda’s wedding day, no less.

  Nothing had been sexier than walking down the aisle and giving both Connor and Jason the same knowing smile. Sharing that dirty, dripping secret beneath her wedding dress that not one other guest had any inkling about.

  “DP me hard,” Amanda grunted. She was no longer afraid of the position. In fact, she considered herself fairly well-versed. “Please… Make me come!”

  Jason took it as a cue to drill harder. He felt enormous right now. Connor held her steady for his best friend, pulling her body forward, crushing her breasts against him in order to give Jason full access to his newlywed wife’s ass.

  They’ve been just amazing to me. The both of them…

  Ten days in paradise. Ten days of sharing her, together, two husbands on one wife. From the very beginning, that had been their rule. To keep Jason feeling welcome and not like a third wheel, he was to be a full-fledged husband for the duration of the entire trip.

  A full-fledged husband with full-fledged privileges to Amanda’s body.

  He’s lived up to it too, she thought fondly. Oh God has he ever!

  It was true enough. Jason had taken to fucking her whenever the urge struck either of them — which turned out to be quite often. Aside from all the tag-teaming and doubling up, Amanda had been bent over and stuffed every which way by both Connor and Jason, together and alone. It had almost gotten to be like a game between them; which one could one-up the other by fucking her in a more outlandish place, a more unique way, or just plain going to town on her longer and harder than the other.

  She’d been sore… at first, anyway. But Amanda had found her libido, and her body, surprisingly resilient.

  “GOD…”

  Jason was really pounding her ass now. Plugging away while Connor remained snugly inside her, his face buried between her breasts. He licked and sucked on them. Manipulated them with his hands, rolling them the way he always did so he could feel the nipples go stiff in his palms.

  “I’m… I’m gonna…” Amanda’s eyes squeezed tightly shut as she came all over two hard erections at once. It always was the most intense orgasm, her muscles contracting around two swollen, thrusting cocks as she tilted her chin to the ceiling and screamed in the direction of the sky.

  “OH FUCKKKKKK!”

  Her pussy constricted like a vise, spasming again and again around Connor as she plunged her body as far down against his abdomen as it would go. The warmth and depth triggered his own orgasm, and a moment later Amanda’s brain was registering the thump and pulse of his cock going off, somewhere deep in her belly.

  “Oh Shit… shit…” lamented Connor. His face twisted in disappointment. “I didn’t wanna come yet, you dirty bitch!”

  Amanda laughed, reveling in the feel of his hot come splashing against her womb. He filled her quickly, the sounds of the room turning a lot squishier as Jason continued fucking her ass like it was an Olympic event… and he was the all-time champion.

  “Oh my… Oh my God… Oh baby… Please…”

  She whimpered. Looked back at him over her shoulder.

  “Jason… please baby, come in my ass!”

  His eyes went wide, and Amanda grinned as she chewed sexily on one finger. She knew what got his juices flowing, knew exactly what got him off. After ten days of screwing the best man’s brains out, she’d finally cracked his code.

  She felt his hands turn into claws, gripping her tightly to him as Jason came as well. He pumped her throughout his orgasm this time, rather than hold her steady. Emptied his balls deep and so fiercely into her asshole, Amanda knew it would leak out over the course of the whole next day.

  “Our last… night… here…” she gasped, flopping over when they were done. Once again, she felt like a vessel. A well-used, well-loved receptacle for their come.

  The whole thing felt totally awesome.

  “Our last night in paradise…”

  They looked at her, then back at nothing in particular. It was Amanda who finally spoke.

  “You boys thinking what I’m thinking?”

  “That we’re gonna need to put out an ad for a third guy?” Connor breathed.

  She hit him playfully.

  “No, silly!”

  Amanda jumped up on two wobbly legs. Her face was flush, all the blood in her body coursing through her veins. In the full length mirror she could see herself standing there, her golden hair spilling down her back. All naked and swollen and filled by two lovers. She looked like a goddess.

  Her legs still trembling, she somehow managed to grab a nearby stack of towels. “Midnight swim!”

  Three

  Dawn broke; their last morning in paradise. The last morning of Amanda’s long, unforgettable threeway honeymoon…

  And the beginning of her future.

  She stretched lazily in the warm morning light. She could smell flowers. Eggs. Bacon. All good things.

  The shower was going. In the other bathroom, through.

  Connor?

  She turned, and her husband was there. He stood in the doorway, wearing only his boxers. It took a while for Amanda’s lingering eyes to work their way up from his gorgeous, muscular chest and over his broad shoulders. When she finally did, his smile was a mile wide.

  “Breakfast’s ready.”

  She rolled onto her stomach, neglecting to pull the sheets with her. The light streaming in through the window felt amazing on her naked ass.

  “Jason cleaning up?” she nodded, toward the shower.

  “Uh huh.”

  Amanda stretched one of her long legs straight outward and brought her knee up with the other. Grinning mischievously, she reached back and pulled firmly on one asscheek, exposing her pussy.

  “Why don’t you come over here and get last licks?”

  Connor’s smile curled even wider as he stepped out of his underwear. His cock looked warm and long and sleepy, hugging close to one leg.

  “Don’t mind if I do.”

  Amanda ran one hand down her belly, sliding it between her legs. She fingered her slit as Connor watched, stroking himself slowly.

  “It’s still gooey,” she said over her shoulder. “Still so full of come.”

  Connor was three-quarters hard as he climbed onto the bed. He scissored her outstretched leg and pressed himself right up against her warm, pink entrance.

  “Seems like you’re always full of come.”

  “On this trip?” she giggled. “Oh yeah.”

  She sucked in a quick breath as he slid into her, and Connor pulled her free leg high over his shoulder. Fucking sideways like this was one of their favorite positions. Always had been. Always would be.

  Amanda ignored the pleasant soreness between her legs and surrendered to the sensation of being so deeply penetrated. The angle was perfect. As her husband grew the rest of the way hard inside her, he began fucking her more steadily.

  “Last licks, huh?” he asked.

  “Yup.”

  His hands slid around her, cupping her breasts. He kneaded them gently, playing the nipples between his fingers the way she loved. She sighed and turned back over her shoulder. Their eyes met, and she kissed him hotly.

  God I love him…

  “So…” Connor grunted between strokes. “Best honeymoon ever?”

  Amanda screwed her ass hard against him. “Are you kidding?” she growled back.

  The way he was fucking her, she knew he couldn’t last long. Connor’s breath came quicker, the speed and depth of his strokes rising to a fast crescendo. He began whispering in her ear, too. Reminding her of how wet she was, and why she was this wet, and how many deliciously dirty things she’d done — to both him and his best friend — over the past week and a half.

  He finished with a primal groan, nuzzling into her hair as he
flooded her with his hot, sticky come. Amanda reached back to clutch his head, keeping him pinned against her. Enjoying the feel of his mouth chewing her shoulder as he continued exploding inside her.

  “Jesus Connor…”

  Her husband laid on top of her for a minute, then withdrew with a wet plop. She shifted contentedly in the bed, stretching like a cat as he pulled his boxers back on. Already she was oozing with his seed.

  “Might wanna hurry up and shower,” he said, smacking her hard on the ass on his way back to the kitchen. “I’ll keep your eggs warm.”

  Amanda sighed, then ran a wet finger through the shallows of her pussy. She chuckled into her pillow.

  You’re already keeping my eggs warm.

  Four

  Breakfast was good. Fun. Happy.

  And with very great reason.

  Last night had been magical — both the sex and what came afterward. They’d swam naked in the ocean, the three of them, on their private, secluded little beach. Amanda knew she would always have memories of floating weightlessly beneath the moonlight. Of her two men wrapping their warm bodies around her in the cool tropical water.

  I really wish we could here stay forever…

  It was the end of something special. Something totally unique and one-of-a-kind. That said, it was also an experience she was frightened she’d never have again, for the rest of her life. That part made Amanda actually sad to think about.

  In truth though, it was bittersweet for each of them in their own way. Jason would be flying back to California, and his new — although lonely — life there. Connor would be losing his best friend again, for the second time this year. And Amanda…

  Amanda would go back to her life with Connor, only this time as his loving wife. That part she was very excited about. She’d been looking forward to it for years.

  But Jason…

  No matter what happened between the three of them, she knew she loved Jason too. And he loved her. It was obvious, and not just from the honeymoon. Hell, the three of them had been best friends for years, way before they’d shared the same bed.