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  The water was warm, maybe even warmer than the air outside. It slid over every square inch of Amanda’s body, surrounding her, making her float. Making her weightless.

  This is so perfect.

  It was, really. She was floating in a dark sea, staring up into a star-filled, tropical sky. Connor splashed gently beside her, treading water. Her one true love. Her husband.

  Husband…

  The word still tasted strange in her mouth. Such a small word, but filled with such deep, monumental meaning. She reached for him and he pulled her over, slicking her hair back away from her face. Amanda wrapped her legs around his ribs. Hooked her ankles behind him.

  “I love you baby,” she murmured, then kissed him. He kissed her back silently, soulfully. In just the way, Amanda imagined, a husband kisses his wife.

  Not far away, Jason floated too. His arms pinwheeled in the warm water, his feet kicking just enough to keep his head above the surface.

  “Come over here,” Amanda urged. When he hesitated, she swam to him. He stiffened a bit as her arms slid over his shoulders, her legs wrapping tightly around his naked body.

  “Hi,” Jason said sheepishly.

  “Hi yourself,” she smiled. She kissed him hungrily, opening his lips with hers, her tongue diving into his mouth to slide sexily against his own. Amanda could sense the rising heat in Jason’s body as he kissed her back. She could feel his cock, trapped between them, stiffening against her belly.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked.

  “Nothing,” he tried, smiling sheepishly at his growing erection. “What could possibly be wrong?”

  “Well for one, you seem distant.”

  Jason said nothing. He only floated.

  “Ever since we landed, you haven’t been the same. It’s like you regret coming with us…” She kissed his face. His neck. The curve of his ear. “And I certainly don’t want you to.”

  Jason shivered, and not from the cold. His body was trembling beneath Amanda’s touch.

  “It’s enough to make a girl think you don’t love her anymore.”

  Their friend frowned. “Sorry, I don’t mean it like that. Not at all. It’s just that… well…”

  “Well what?”

  “It’s just that this is your honeymoon.”

  “And?”

  He shrugged. “And that’s it I guess. You only get one honeymoon, if you do it right. I want you and Connor to have the greatest time of your lives! I want it to be romantic and awesome and—”

  “It is romantic and awesome.”

  “Yes, but with me here—”

  “Especially with you here,” Amanda insisted. “Jason, if I didn’t want you, you wouldn’t be here. It’s really that simple. But when Connor set it up, and I saw you step onto that plane and walk down the aisle?” She smiled again. “I melted, Jason. I was so happy! So glad you’d be here to share this with us. With me. With Connor…”

  She nodded over her shoulder. Connor had floated up behind her and now had his arms wrapped around Amanda’s waist.

  “You two have been friends your whole lives. And then you were my friend too. And now…” she grinned wickedly. “Now you’re much more than a friend. So much more. You’re the only person who could be here with us and actually make our honeymoon better.”

  This last part seemed to perk Jason up. His almost somber expression changed. His eyes raised to meet hers.

  “Really?”

  “Fuck yes really,” she laughed. She kissed him again. Then she turned, twisted in the water, and kissed her husband too. Amanda slowed down. She took turns kissing them, nuzzling them, touching them beneath the waves. They passed her back and forth, like some beautiful prize, and she felt like a princess in every possible way. Loved. Adored. Spoiled…

  “Tell me I’m not going to be a third wheel,” Jason said finally. “Say that, and it’s I need to hear.”

  Beneath the water, Amanda reached out and grabbed his cock. It was as hard as granite.

  “Oh, you’re definitely going to be a third something,” she chided him. “But certainly not a wheel.”

  Four

  It felt like they spent forever in the water. Maybe forever and a day. Eventually Amanda’s body began to shiver; it was later now, and the air near the water’s surface felt just a little bit colder. Her fingers were starting to prune.

  “Where’s Jason?” she said, looking around all of a sudden.

  Connor held her in his arms as he waded toward shore. Amanda felt safe there, secure and happy.

  “He decided to crash a little early,” her husband said. “He told me he was exhausted.”

  Amanda nodded. “Well he didn’t get any sleep on the beach, so…”

  They toweled off and entered their bungalow naked. The place was crisp and immaculate, everything in its place. Rather than dress they slipped into a pair of luxurious white bathrobes that hung from hooks above the polished bamboo floor.

  “That hot tub looks amazing,” Connor said. “I bet it’d warm you up, too.”

  “Tomorrow,” said Amanda. She bent over and shook out her hair. When she stood back up she caught Connor staring at her ass. “Tonight you can warm me up,” she smiled.

  She sauntered into the bedroom, letting the robe slip from her body as she passed through the doorway. Connor started to follow but she stopped him with an outstretched finger.

  “As much as I know you love me naked, trust me when I say you don’t want to miss out on my bridal lingerie.”

  Connor’s mouth curled into a grin. “That’s a damned good point.”

  “I mean if we’re going to finally consummate our marriage,” Amanda teased, “after all this traveling? We might as well do it right.”

  Her husband smiled and sank back down into the couch.

  “Three minutes,” she told him as the door swung closed behind her. “Then come…”

  In the end he did come… right between Amanda’s hot little thighs.

  But first they fucked.

  They did it slowly, leisurely, like two young lovers exploring each other for the very first time. Connor’s cock drove deep between her outstretched legs, plowing his new bride with her lacy white panties pulled off to one side. He drooled over her sheer white stockings, her garters and her belt. So much so that he actually shredded the delicate toile fabric while flipping her over and screwing her from behind.

  By the time they were finished, Amanda’s stockings hung down from her legs in tatters. She’d come twice on her husband’s beautiful cock; once from behind, while he was pounding her, and once while riding him on his back. Her second climax had been so intense she’d nearly passed out, grinding hard against his pelvis as Connor’s thickness was buried all the way to the hilt inside her.

  I’m married now… she thought strangely as she stared down at him. We’re married…

  It still didn’t seem real — none of it. And yet here she was, finally arrived in paradise. Blissfully riding the man she loved enough to make him her husband. A man who loved her back, so much so that he’d given her the pleasure of his best friend, fulfilling Amanda’s wildest of fantasies… and all right before the wedding, to boot.

  “Come for me baby…”

  Amanda pressed her hands down, splaying her fingers out against Connor’s hard stomach.

  “Please,” she pleaded with mock innocence. “Give it to me, Connor? I want to feel it in my tummy.”

  His expression changed to one she’d seen a thousand times before. His eyes glazed over. He was only seconds away.

  “I want to feel it shooting inside me…”

  He erupted then, spilling himself inside her. Putting, for the very first time, a husband’s seed into his wife’s pussy. Amanda grinned like a demon as she rode out his orgasm. She pinched his nipples hard, with both hands, to make him jump and buck inside of her.

  In the end they fell into each other’s arms, two heaving bodies staring up at the ceiling. Silence settled once more over their quiet Pavilion.
Amanda blushed reflexively, not realizing how loud they’d been.

  A noise. From across the bungalow.

  From Jason’s room.

  “Think he heard us?” Amanda asked.

  “Me? I’m not sure,” Connor replied. “But you? Definitely.”

  She picked up the nearest pillow and hit him with it. Connor laughed.

  Amanda cocked an ear, trying hard to hear any more noise. She couldn’t imagine Jason might still be awake. Then again, he could be having trouble sleeping. Just getting to paradise had been a long, strange trip.

  “Listen…” Amanda said. “Jason came all the way here to share this place with us. All because you asked him to.”

  Connor yawned and shrugged. “That’s what best friends do.”

  “Yes, but I…” Her voice trailed off for a moment. “I just don’t want him to think he needs to disappear all the time. Like he did tonight.” Amanda paused, trying to word things correctly. “Even though this is our honeymoon, I don’t want him to consider himself a third wheel.”

  Her husband propped himself up on one elbow. He squinted down at her.

  “Something tells me you have a suggestion.”

  “I do,” Amanda admitted. Her eyes shot sideways, in the direction of the other side of the bungalow. “Wanna hear it?”

  “Of course,” her husband said. “Tell me.”

  Amanda smiled at him. She ran one fingernail lightly over Connor’s skin, tracing it back and forth across his chest.

  And then she told him.

  Five

  Knock Knock Knock.

  The knock was perfunctory — so low and light she’d be surprised if Jason could even hear it. Especially if he were sleeping.

  And if he is sleeping? Amanda paused, her hand on the knob. Do I actually wake him up?

  She pushed the door open to the second bedroom. Jason was there, sprawled across the bed, on top of the sheets. He wasn’t sleeping. In fact, he was sitting up and staring back at her.

  “Hey…” Amanda smiled.

  She noticed his body first. Long and strong and so perfectly masculine. And naked. That part she loved. Except for a pair of blue silk boxers, Jason was gloriously naked.

  Their friend’s mouth twisted slyly as she entered the room. Amanda was still wearing her bridal lingerie, top and bottom. She’d removed the stockings but still wore the garter belt. And she had heels on, too. The same virgin-white heels she’d been married in.

  “Are we getting married?” Jason joked. He sat up a little more in the bed.

  “No,” Amanda replied. “But you still get to help consummate my wedding night.”

  She left the door open behind her and glided over to the bed. Jason’s body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. It was getting hotter in the bungalow as the night progressed. And he was—

  “Oh… Wow…”

  She glanced down. Poking from the fly of his boxers, Jason’s cock was a thick, raging erection. He had one fist wrapped around it and was slowly stroking it up and down. He wasn’t even trying to hide it. He kept on going.

  “Looks like I caught you in the middle of something.”

  The best man said nothing. He was too busy fucking her with his eyes.

  “So I guess you heard us?” Amanda asked. She climbed over him.

  “Yes.”

  “And it turned you on? Listening to us?”

  He continued the slow push-pull of his hand along his cock. “How could it not?”

  Amanda shoved his hand away. She took over for him.

  “Were you imagining yourself just now?” she murmured, stroking him. “Instead of your friend? That it was you fucking me? Putting this big cock of yours… right…. about… here… ”

  She rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit, over her thong. Her panties were soaked. In no time Jason’s dick was slick and wet.

  “Or did you want it in my mouth?” Amanda took his hand in hers. She brought it up to her face, then down to her mouth. Her lips parted and she sucked one finger inside.

  She made eye contact with him. The connection was so fucking hot. Amanda could feel her pussy getting even wetter, her nipples harder. Still staring, she sucked his finger hard between the flat of her tongue and the roof of her mouth.

  “Is… is this okay?” Jason asked. He glanced back in the direction of the open doorway. “I mean… you know, without Connor?”

  Amanda abruptly let go of him, letting Jason’s erection slap flat against his belly. She shifted her hips to straddle it, then began gliding her panty-covered pussy up and down the entire length of his cock.

  “Connor sent me in here.”

  It was a slow, beautiful grind. Her labia parted slightly beneath her come-soaked panties, creating a warm wet channel against the silken fabric. Jason’s cock was trapped against his stomach, fucking that channel.

  “In fact, he told me to take real good care of you.”

  Amanda pressed her hands against her lover’s abdomen, the same as she’d just done to her husband. Using the weight of her body for leverage she bore down even harder, milking his cock with her pussy.

  “Am I taking good care of you?” she asked sweetly.

  Jason tried to swallow. Apparently the lump in his throat was too big.

  “Y—Yes.”

  “Good.”

  She undid her bra and cast it away, then took his hands and placed them on her bare breasts. Jason’s palms moved over them lovingly, cupping the warm, supple flesh.

  And she kept on grinding. Kept milking his cock between his own hot skin and the silken fabric. His eyes were pleading now. Like he was begging to fuck her.

  Amanda reached between them and pulled the middle of her thong down… just enough to slip the head of his cock through. Then she sat back down on it, imprisoning Jason between her panties and her pussy. Coating his cock in her wetness, mixed in with her husband’s own seed.

  “Do you wanna come in there? Like Connor just did?”

  Jason grunted now. His arousal was almost beyond words.

  “Because you can, you know. You can fill my pussy, and forever be a part of our wedding night.”

  She leaned down, pressing her body against his. Chest to chest. Face to face. Amanda’s blonde hair crashed over him, enveloping their heads in a waterfall of curls that surrounded them on all sides. It was like being secluded in a golden tent. Their own private little world.

  “You can be my husband too.”

  Her lips brushed his and she kissed him. Lightly. Tenderly. Their eyes remained locked, searching each other.

  “I have to tell you something,” Amanda said. “I spoke to Connor. We talked it over just now, and we want you to be a part of our honeymoon. Every aspect of our honeymoon.”

  He stared back at her, and she could feel the emotion behind his eyes. Down below, he throbbed against her sex.

  “You’re not a third wheel,” she told him. “You’re not even our friend. While we’re here, in this place? On our honeymoon?”

  Amanda shifted back and pushed forward. The head of his cock parted her, just barely, right at her entrance.

  “You’re my husband too.”

  She arched her back… and he sank into her. Jason groaned as his cock plunged deep, penetrating the molten depths of her come-filled channel.

  “And I’m your wife…”

  She kissed him again as he bottomed out inside her. Amanda squeezed and her pussy locked down around him, hugging his cock. Jason’s eyes flared, and her irises bored into his own.

  “During the whole time we’re here, you’re both going to be my husband. You both get me. Whenever you want me, however you want to take me... I’m yours. Every bit as much as his.”

  She began fucking him very slowly. Gliding her body up and down, while keeping her lips pressed against his.

  “This is what we want, Jason. Connor and I. To enjoy our honeymoon as a true threesome. Two husbands, one wife. No limitations. No hesitation. Nothing but love, affection…
and this…”

  She screwed down on him, bringing him all the way inside her. Amanda fought off a groan as Jason’s thick cock stretched her pussy to its new limits. But she kept a straight face. Her eyes never left his.

  “Do you understand everything I just said?”

  Jason’s face was a mask of mixed emotions. But they were all the right ones. Amanda saw love behind his eyes. She saw adoration… friendship… and of course, lust. Levels of lust she hadn’t seen in any other lover, at any other time in her life. As she continued making love to him, his expression practically swam with it.

  “Yes,” he said at last.

  “Then say it.”

  He swallowed. “I’m your husband.”

  “Good. And?”

  His hands gripped her thighs. They pulled her down, squeezing her in to him. Penetrating her.

  “And you’re my wife.”

  Amanda smiled. It was the purest, most joyous smile in the world.

  “Good,” she said again, sitting back upright. She reached behind, slipped through the fly of his boxers, and gently closed her hand over his swollen balls. “Now let’s get you off. I won’t consider my wedding night fully consummated until I have my other husband’s come in my pussy too…”

  Six

  Making love to Jason was like floating through a dream. Not because she’d dreamed about fucking him — that ship had already sailed. But because they were both so tired, so physically and mentally exhausted, that their consciousness actually moved through that exhaustion and into all new levels of delirium.

  It had been one long, seemingly endless day. From surviving the excitement of her wedding, to flying out in the wee hours directly afterward, Amanda’s rest had amounted to nothing more than a couple of cat naps on the plane and the beach.

  She screwed the best man slowly now, their eyes locked lazily on one another. Amanda was giddy with how good he felt, and she could see the same happy exhaustion in Jason’s eyes. More than once they broke out laughing together, for no particular reason, and just kept on fucking.

  Two husbands… one wife.