Wedding Stud

My cock was already throbbing against the tight fabric of my suit pants before the bride even said “I do.” Sarah squeezed my thigh under the reception table, her nails digging in just enough to make me shift. The air in the old barn-turned-venue smelled like wildflowers, champagne, and the faint sweat of dancing bodies. We were supposed to be here for our friends’ big day, but the moment we watched Mark — the tall, confident best man with that easy smirk — own the dance floor, something wild sparked between us.

“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.

“Go dance with him. Let him feel how wet you already are.”

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.

The night air outside was cool against my flushed skin. They were already in the shadows by the old oak tree, her back against the bark, his mouth on hers. Sarah moaned into the kiss, hands fisting his shirt.

“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?”

“Yes… fuck yes,” she moaned, eyes locked on mine. “Harder. Show him how a real stud fucks.”

I pulled my cock out, stroking in time with his thrusts. The sight of her tits spilling from the top of her dress, nipples hard, her face twisted in raw pleasure — it was better than any fantasy. Mark reached around, fingers finding her swollen clit, rubbing tight circles while he railed her.

Sarah’s legs started shaking. “I’m gonna cum… don’t stop, please…”

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.

“So full… his cock is hitting spots you never reach,” she panted, eyes glassy. “I’m such a dirty wife tonight.”

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.”

I dropped to my knees, heart pounding with filthy promise.