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.

“我今晚想试试，”莎拉低语道，嘴唇擦过我的耳朵。她的呼吸灼热，声音低沉而淫荡。“我想让他操我，而你在旁边看着。做我的种马，宝贝。把这事办成。”

我的脉搏狂跳。我们谈论开放关系好几个月了，但从未行动。今晚，酒、音乐，还有马克一直瞥向她那紧身翠绿连衣裙的眼神，让我们俩都湿透了。我靠过去，亲吻她的脖子。

“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.

外面的夜风吹在我发烫的皮肤上，凉丝丝的。他们已经在老橡树旁的阴影里，她背抵着树皮，他的嘴吻着她的唇。莎拉在亲吻中呻吟，双手攥紧他的衬衫。

“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?”

我凑近一步，声音沙哑。“千真万确。像种马一样干她。让她狠狠高潮。”

莎拉的裙子瞬间被撩起。没有缓慢挑逗——我们都太兴奋了。马克把她转过去，按在一堵低矮的石墙上。她丰满的屁股在月光下白得发亮，他一把拨开她的蕾丝内裤。我盯着看，鸡巴硬得发疼，他掏出粗壮的肉棒，比我的还大，青筋暴起，沉甸甸的。

“哦操，”莎拉喘着气，回头看了一眼。“给我。把我填满。”

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.

“好满……他的鸡巴顶到了你从没碰到的地方，”她喘着气，眼神迷离。“我今晚真是个下贱的妻子。”

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.

他们仍紧紧交缠在一起，喘着粗气。我走上前，鸡巴依然硬邦邦。莎拉用那种邪气又餍足的笑容看着我。

“现在轮到你了，宝贝。把我舔干净……然后也许我们会在切蛋糕之前，再让那个猛男操我一次。”

我双膝跪地，心脏因下流的承诺而狂跳。