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  Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  One

  Two

  Three

  Four

  Five

  Six

  Seven

  Eight

  Nine

  Ten

  Other Books

  About the Author

  Hotwife Honeymoon

  ~ Shared With the Best Man ~

  MFM Wedding Party: Book One

  Jamie Hunter

  Copyright © 2017 Jamie Hunter

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  One

  “I still can’t believe you two are getting married tomorrow,” Jason smiled. He held his beer out in one last salute. “Good for you!”

  Amanda raised her bottle, clinking it against Jason’s and Connor’s. The three of them drank deeply to the toast, then leaned back into the warmth and comfort of their apartment’s not-so-spacious living room.

  “And I still can’t believe you’re gonna sleep on this couch,” Connor laughed. He patted the ancient sofa. “Last guy who did took three springs to the back. You’re a lot braver than I thought.”

  “Hey, free is free,” Jason smiled, “You offered, and I took you up.” He shrugged. “It might not be the most comfortable night’s sleep, but it sure beats paying for a hotel.”

  Amanda watched as their best man pulled off his tie. It really was good to see him again. Since landing a job that moved him clear across the country, Jason and her soon-to-be-husband hardly got to see each other anymore. But before that? They were practically inseparable.

  “I’m so glad the rehearsal’s finally over,” Connor declared. “All this planning, all this running around—”

  “Yeah right,” Amanda poked him. “As if you did any of the planning and running around!”

  Jason laughed, and Amanda high-fived him. The two of them had always gotten along. Jason had a very laid-back, easy to get along with personality that made him instantly likable. He made friends everywhere he went, and she was thrilled to have him as their best man.

  Beyond all that, he was also pretty damned cute.

  “Dinner was awesome by the way,” he added. Amanda watched as he undid another button on his shirt. “Even the part where your father got drunk.”

  “And what part was that?” asked Connor.

  “Everything after the salad.”

  They laughed again. Jason was funny too, on top of being tall and good looking. Amanda secretly wondered why he still wasn’t dating. Especially out in sunny California.

  “What time tomorrow?” he asked.

  “Hmmm?”

  “What time are we getting up?”

  “Five Thirty,” Connor answered. “Give or take.”

  “Better make it five then,” Amanda chimed in. She nodded toward the bathroom. “Three people, one shower.”

  “Bah,” Jason said, stretching. “We can always double up. You guys can obviously share. Or if Amanda and I are up before you…” He caught her looking at him, and gave her a wink.

  Connor glanced at the clock, causing her to do the same. “Damn, it’s past midnight. Almost one already.”

  It was definitely getting late. The rehearsal dinner had run long, and they’d stayed to make sure both sets of parents got into cabs, rather than their own cars.

  “Turning in?” Jason asked, draining the rest of his beer.

  “Yeah, I guess it’s about that time.”

  “Me too then,” he said, rising up from the floor. He stretched his arms and looked down at the rag-tag pile of pillows and blankets Amanda provided for him. Then he sighed. “I guess I’d better make… the couch.”

  Two

  Amanda groaned softly as Connor slid into her. Her fingers went white as she gripped the headboard, waiting until she could feel her fiance’s balls pressed up against her ass.

  “Oh fuck, baby…”

  Fiance. It was such a funny word. She’d enjoyed using it this past year, but no matter how many times it came out of her mouth she’d still never gotten used to it.

  After tomorrow, he won’t be your fiance, she thought happily. He’ll be your husband.

  He felt so big inside her tonight. Even bigger than normal. It could’ve been the beer, or it could’ve been the lingerie panties she wore to bed. Or maybe Connor was just plain excited about marrying her tomorrow. I mean hell, who wouldn’t be?

  Not tomorrow, she corrected herself mentally. Today. And in only a few short hours…

  “That feel good?” Connor whispered into her ear. He was leaning over her back now. She could feel the weight of him, fully embedded inside her.

  “Incredible,” Amanda purred. She pushed back against him, grinding her ass into his hips. “C’mon, do me baby. Fuck me…”

  They’d lain awake for ten minutes before Connor suggested it: one last fuck as a single couple, before the big day. Amanda was more than happy to oblige. She was extremely horny for some reason, even more so than usual. And a couple of grinding orgasms would do wonders toward putting them both to bed.

  “Oh shit…” she moaned as Connor gripped her hips. “Oh yeah, baby. Right there…”

  They’d just have to be quiet. Jason was in the next room, and the apartment was already small. The problem with that was Amanda wasn’t used to being quiet. She was used to getting as loud as she wanted. Doing what she wanted…

  Connor was gliding in and out of her now, his long cock pressing into that tight, familiar place somewhere deep in her belly. Amanda groaned again.

  “You have the best ass…” Connor declared. He ran his hand lovingly over the smooth, rounded curve.

  “I’ve been told,” Amanda quipped. “You’re very lucky.”

  “Jason thinks so too.”

  She blinked. A suddenly flash of warmth spread through her midsection.

  “He does?”

  “Yes. He said so tonight.”

  She was intrigued. More than intrigued.

  “What exactly did he say?”

  “I was telling him about last month,” Connor went on. “About the night of my birthday, when you dressed up like a slutty librarian. And how great you looked in that outfit, doing that strip tease for me.”

  Amanda took a long, deep breath. She always figured Connor talked about their sex life with his friends. She did it with hers, of course. But the idea of him discussing it with Jason…

  “He said it must’ve been some sight,” her fiance continued, “seeing your ass peeking out from beneath that short little librarian skirt.”

  Amanda gripped the headboard and screwed her eyes shut. Connor’s cock was starting to feel really good. Her pussy was getting wetter by the minute.

  “If he liked that,” she sighed, “he would’ve loved those photos we took that night.”

  Her fiance paused for a moment, then kept pumping away. “I would’ve loved to have shown him… but I didn’t know how you’d feel about that.”

  Her stomach rolled at his words. It wasn’t bad roll, but more a churn of excitement.

  “I probably wouldn’t have minded,” she blurted.

  Her fiance’s fingers clawed her ass tightly. Amanda could feel the distinct change in his arousal.

  “Really?”

  “Yeah, I guess,” she said. “I mean… why not? It’s only Jason.”

  Only Jason…

  He was Connor’s best friend, the one they trusted the most. The one person outside their immedi
ate family they were both closest with.

  Our best man.

  Connor slowed down. He was still fucking her, still enjoying the slow drag of her tight pussy as his cock sawed in and out. But now he was intrigued as well.

  “What if I actually showed him?”

  Amanda’s stomach rolled again. This time, it did a somersault.

  “Did you?”

  Another pause, this one not nearly as long.

  “Yeah.”

  She searched her feelings. Right away she found that she wasn’t mad.

  “Did they make him hot?”

  Connor answered this one right away. “Fuck yeah they did.”

  “Did they make him hard?”

  She didn’t expect an answer, she just liked imagining the visual. She liked thinking about Jason, flipping through the photos on Connor’s computer. Seeing her in her librarian’s outfit. Bending over. Touching her toes.

  Spreading your legs. Amanda shivered. Playing with yourself…

  “Did he like my body?”

  “Of course he did,” Connor went on. He buried himself deep again, putting his mouth right up next to her ear. “He saw everything, baby. He saw your legs, your tits, your ass. He saw your pussy…”

  “And did it make him want to fuck me?”

  She breathed the words more than said them. Amanda imagined them vanishing like steam as they dropped from her mouth. Dissipating into nothing.

  She hoped she hadn’t crossed a line, but Connor didn’t miss a beat.

  “He said you had a perfect mouth. That he could imagine how amazing it would feel being in there, with your perfect lips wrapped around him.”

  As he spoke, Connor reached up and pressed two fingers against her lips. She parted them, and took just the fingertips inside.

  “It would feel amazing,” she assured her future husband. “I’d suck his cock, right into my mouth. I’d make it so hard. So wet…”

  Connor couldn’t help himself. He started thrusting faster again.

  “I’d suck his cock while you fucked me,” Amanda gasped. She couldn’t believe she’d said it. They’d role-played like this before, even talked about threesomes. But was always abstract, always with some faceless stranger — guy or girl. Right now she was feeling raunchier, dirtier than ever.

  “Would you?”

  “Yes,” she breathed. “I’d suck him off like a slut. Make him come in my mouth, while you were still fucking me from behind...”

  She growled the words. Sucked his fingers in deeper. And all the while, he kept on drilling her.

  “He’d come so fast, baby. Right in my mouth.” She let out a sexy sigh. “Oh, I’d make it so good. I’d make you both come…”

  Connor’s lips brushed against her ear. He whispered something, and the heat of his breath sent shivers of electricity rocketing through her body.

  “It would be so fucking hot to see him come in your mouth…”

  Amanda bit down on his fingers. She was too far gone to know if she was breaking the skin.

  “Is that what you’d want?” she grunted. “For Jason to come in my mouth?”

  There. She’s said it. His name.

  “Yes,” Connor answered.

  “Would you let him?”

  “Um-hmm.”

  Amanda’s body rocked back against his, her breasts swaying beneath her. Down between her legs, her pussy was a sopping wet mess.

  “You would?” she asked breathlessly, one more time. “You’d really let him?”

  “Yes.”

  They slowed to a stop again, and Amanda glanced back at Connor over her shoulder. His cock was a throbbing steel rod, buried inside her. His eyes were swimming with lust.

  “Then go get him.”

  Three

  For a moment nothing else existed in the room but silence and the cloying smell of their sex. The two lovers remained connected, as intimately as possible, as Connor cocked his head.

  “I’m being serious,” he said to her evenly.

  “I am too.”

  Her fiance’s eyes went utterly wide. One corner of his mouth curled into a devilish grin.

  “Really? Go get him?”

  Amanda bit her lip as her eyes flared with excitement. She nodded back at him and smiled. “Yes.”

  He was out of her in a flash, and pulling on the nearest pair of shorts. Connor was so excited he almost fell over stepping into them. Amanda laughed.

  “Easy, killer.”

  “You should dress up,” he told her. “Put on the librarian’s outfit.”

  She stared up at him from the bed. “Really?”

  “Yeah, really!” Her fiance already had one hand on the doorknob. “It would be so hot, Mandy. We could do you like that.”

  Before she could reply he slipped out the bedroom door. Her entire body broke out in goosebumps.

  Oh my God. This is really happening…

  Quickly she got up and found the outfit. It was little more than a micro-mini skirt and a button down white shirt that ended above her belly-button. Amanda pulled on the matching argyle socks, and slipped into her 3-inch black heels. She didn’t even bother with panties.

  Voices floated in from the living room. Two of them.

  Holy shit…

  Rummaging through a drawer, she found the last pieces of the outfit — a pencil, and a black-rimmed pair of nerdy-looking glasses. She wondered if she should pin her blonde hair up or tease it down. She was still pondering that question when Connor re-entered the room.

  “Ready?”

  Her fiance mouthed the words. Amanda put the pencil between her teeth and nodded.

  He opened the door further, and Jason stepped in behind him. He was in a plain white T-shirt and boxers. He looked delicious.

  This is crazy… A little voice in her head was screaming at her now. You’re getting married in twelve hours!

  Connor punched some buttons on his phone and music started. It was the song she’d picked for his birthday dance. The one she’d done the strip-tease to. For a moment she just stood there, while Jason’s eyes crawled over her body. Then her hips began moving…

  The best man’s face was painted with a mixture of admiration and excitement. He sat down on the bed, right next to Connor. He didn’t talk, he only watched.

  Well… Amanda thought to herself. If we’re going to do this…

  She danced forward, smiling, swaying seductively to the music — just as she had for Connor. Only this time she was positioning herself in front of someone else. Someone new. Just the idea of it made her hot.

  “I heard you’ve been bad,” Amanda teased. She took the pencil from her mouth and traced the eraser end across Jason’s kissable lips. “I understand you didn’t return some books on time…”

  Jason couldn’t help but grin. “Yes ma’am.”

  She kicked his thighs apart with her knee. Stepping between them, she splayed one hand over his chest.

  “And how many days overdue are these books?” she asked sternly.

  “Months,” Jason admitted. “Years.”

  Connor chuckled. So did Amanda. The whole thing was erotic, but still kind of funny.

  “And you’re here to pay the fines?” she asked. She placed the pencil back in her mouth, right against the flat of her tongue. As Jason watched her exaggerated in-and-out movements, Amanda’s hand slid downward, beneath his shirt. His abs were strong. Taut. Sexy…

  “I’ll pay,” Jason said, “but I don’t have any money.”

  “Oh no?”

  Jason lifted his arms and Amanda pulled his shirt off. She threw it in the corner.

  “No,” he admitted. “I’ve got nothing.”

  Amanda dropped to her knees, right between his legs. Her palm, now back on his abdomen, was sliding all over his sexy stomach. She rubbed her face against the bulge in his crotch.

  “I can’t just take your word for it,” she said, sultrily. “I’m going to have to check…”

  She slipped her palm downward, beneath
the waistband of his boxer shorts…

  … and wrapped her hand around a thick, warm cock.

  “Well well…” Amanda smirked. “It looks like you definitely have something…”

  Slowly she manipulated his cock, her mind racing with excitement as she feet it come alive in her hand. Her heart was pounding. Jason’s breathing had grown slow and deep.

  “I—”

  “You’ve been lying,” she said, wagging a finger. She nodded toward Connor. “Your friend too. The both of you have been very, very bad…”

  She grabbed his boxers with both hands and yanked them down. Jason’s cock sprang free, big and hard and thicker than anything she’d seen before.

  Oh wow…

  It was beautiful. Perfectly cut, with a big smooth head and a heavy shaft. And the thickness… Amanda couldn’t get over it. It was no longer than Connor’s, yet she could barely get her hand around it!

  “You need to be taught a lesson,” she said, finishing out the last part of her script. She’d practiced her librarian routine in front of the mirror so many times, it came back easily. “I’m going to have to punish you somehow.”

  Jason sighed and leaned back on his hands. His cock was inches away from her face.

  “Punish me,” he gasped. “Please?”

  Amanda chuckled evilly. Then she opened her mouth, and for the first time in years, took a different man’s cock down her throat.

  Four

  It felt exotically strange. So amazingly different, to have Jason’s cock stretching her throat, instead of her soon-to-be husband’s.

  Amanda wrapped her fist around the base to make it good for him.

  “Oh wow…” Jason breathed. “Oh shit. Amanda… yes...”

  She went to work, licking along the length of his shaft, sucking the head into her mouth and swirling her tongue around the underside of the base. His cock was thick. She knew that already, but it also curved left.

  I wonder what it would feel like inside of me?

  Just the thought made her gush. She could imagine sitting down on it, holding it steady as she impaled herself on the best man’s big, thick cock. How it would feel, buried inside her. Jutting up into her belly, and hooking left…