Wedding Stud

花嫁が「誓います」と言う前から、私のチンポはスーツのズボンのきつい生地に押し付けられて脈打っていた。サラは披露宴のテーブルの下で私の太ももを握り、爪をちょうど私が身じろぎするくらいに食い込ませた。納屋を改装した会場の空気は、野花とシャンパン、そして踊る人々のほのかな汗の匂いがした。私たちは友人の大切な日のためにここに来ているはずだったが、マーク――背が高く自信に満ちたベストマンで、あの気楽な笑みを浮かべた男――がダンスフロアを支配するのを見た瞬間、私たちの間に何か野生のものが燃え上がった。

“I want to try it tonight,” Sarah whispered, lips brushing my ear. Her breath was hot, voice low and filthy. “I want him to fuck me while you watch. Be my stud, baby. Make it happen.”

My pulse hammered. We’d talked about opening things up for months, but never acted. Tonight the wine, the music, and the way Mark kept glancing at her tight emerald dress had us both soaked. I leaned in, kissing her neck.

「彼と踊ってきなよ。君がもうどれだけ濡れているか、彼に感じさせてあげな。」

She stood, hips swaying as she crossed the floor. I stayed back, nursing a drink, heart racing. Within minutes Mark had her pulled close, one big hand low on her back, whispering something that made her laugh and bite her lip. They disappeared toward the side exit. I followed at a distance, blood rushing south.

外の夜気は火照った肌にひんやりと心地よかった。二人はすでに古い樫の木のそばの影の中にいて、彼女の背中は樹皮に押し付けられ、彼の口が彼女の口に重なっていた。サラはキスの中で甘くうめき、両手で彼のシャツを握りしめた。

“Mark… my husband wants this,” she gasped, bold as hell. “He wants to watch you stretch my pussy. You game?”

Mark’s dark eyes flicked to me, surprised but instantly hungry. “Fuck yes. You two are serious?”

I stepped closer, voice rough. “Dead serious. Fuck her like a stud. Make her cum hard.”

Sarah’s dress was hiked up in seconds. No slow tease — we were all too wound up. Mark spun her, bending her forward over a low stone wall. Her juicy ass glowed pale in the moonlight as he shoved her lace panties aside. I watched, cock straining, as he freed his thick dick. It was bigger than mine, veined and heavy.

“Oh shit,” Sarah breathed, glancing back. “Give it to me. Fill me up.”

He rubbed the fat head along her slick folds once, twice, then drove in deep with one brutal thrust. Sarah cried out, fingers clawing the stone. The wet slap of his hips hitting her ass echoed in the quiet night. He fucked her fast, almost brutal, gripping her hips like handles.

“God, your pussy is gripping me so tight,” Mark growled, voice low and filthy. “Your husband’s right there watching me pound you. You like that, slut?”

「そう…くそ、そうよ」彼女は私の目を見つめながら喘いだ。「もっと強く。本物の男がどうやって犯すのか、あいつに見せてやって。」

私はペニスを取り出し、彼の突き上げに合わせて扱き始めた。彼女の胸がドレスの上からこぼれ、乳首は硬く尖り、顔は生々しい快楽に歪んでいる光景は、どんな妄想よりも素晴らしかった。マークは手を回し、彼女の腫れたクリトリスに指を見つけ、激しく突きながらきつい円を描くように擦り上げた。

サラの脚が震え始めた。「イっちゃう…やめないで、お願い…」

He slammed in deeper, grunting with every stroke. Her first orgasm hit like a wave — she squirted a little, soaking his balls and the dirt below. I nearly lost it right there.

Mark didn’t slow. He pulled out, spun her again, and lifted one of her legs, pinning her against the tree. This time he sank back into her dripping pussy face-to-face, kissing her messily while he fucked up into her. Her moans turned into broken whimpers against his mouth.

“Tell him how it feels,” I demanded, pumping my fist faster.

「すごく満たされてる…彼のペニス、あなたが届かないところまで突いてくるの」彼女は目を潤ませ、息を切らして言った。「今夜の私は、なんて淫らな妻なのかしら。」

The words sent Mark over. He buried himself to the hilt, groaning as he pumped her full of hot cum. Sarah came again right after, pussy pulsing visibly around his shaft, milking every drop.

They stayed locked together, breathing hard. I stepped up, still rock hard. Sarah looked at me with that wicked, sated smile.

“Your turn now, baby. Clean me up… then maybe we’ll let the stud fuck me again before the cake is cut.”

私は膝をつき、心臓は淫らな期待でドキドキと高鳴っていた。