It happened right before my girlfriend and I were about to be married. Nothing was ever planned, it just slowly escalated until it happened.

My soon-to-be wife is five foot nine, 135 pounds, full D cups, amazing legs and ass. Also, a legitimate redhead. Yes, the curtains match the drapes.

Im a couple of inches shorter than her, but muscular with an above-average cock.

We had close friends who were already married that we hung out with a lot. It included some food, cards, and a lot of alcohol. A lot of alcohol.

Sometimes it was just the four of us, several couples. The host couple were both attractive. She was thin, which I like. He was average but nice-looking. She had smaller tits than my girl, but an otherwise cute figure.

For months nothing was even remotely sexual, just a bunch of card-playing very tipsy couples in their twenties.

When it was time to leave there were the hugs and kisses on the cheek. I would hug the host’s wife and my girl would hug the host. After a month or so the kisses on the cheek were moving closer to lips than cheeks, for both of us. We never really talked about it afterward.

It was not long before its was all lips, then all tongue, deep tonguing. Still we never really talked about it. It just was a thing that happened. But now regularly occurred.

One night the good-byes were going around and the other couples had left. We were saying our goodbyes to the host. That night the alcohol had been flowing pretty heavy.

As I was deeply kissing the host’s wife my hand wandered to her ass. It was smaller than my girls but it was firm and tight. I got lost in the moment and my other hand moved up to cup her right breast over her close. It was like I had completely forgotten my girl and the host were there.

I glanced over to see a set of hands groping and squeezing my girl’s full ass. She certainly wasn’t stopping him. I guess they saw us and decided “why not.”

That was my confirmation to press further. I unbuttoned this girl’s shirt reached, and found no bra, so I began to massage her tits. She let out a soft sigh and her tongue began swirling more. Suddenly I felt her hand on my bulge over my jeans.

I thought it was about time to look over and see how far my girl and the host had gotten. My girl’s skirt was up around her waist and he had moved his hands under her sheer panties.

I returned my attention to my new partner as she was unzipping my pants and pulled out my member. Ok, so there is no going back now. She went to her knees and in one motion took all of me into her throat. It was unbelievable. This went on for a few minutes until I raised her and sat her on the couch. My girl and her new cock were on the other end. Both the girls were seated on the couch. Skirt up and pants down, panties nowhere to be seen.

Our host was panting like a dog as he licked my girl’s trimmed slit topped with a strawberry blonde bush. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed.

I followed suit on his wife. Her bush was thick and black, nothing trimmed. The fragrance was amazing, if I hadn’t been a little drunk when we started I would have been intoxicated with her scent.

I caught some motion out of the corner of my eye and my girl had swapped places and was now bouncing up and down on our host’s dick. This was my first chance to see what he was packing and I was thankful he wasn’t quite as big as I was, but close.

Seeing this, I stood and dropped my pants and boxers off. I grabbed the set of legs, spread them, and slowly, very slowly slide into a very tight pussy. Honestly, I have to say it was a little tighter than my girls. It was hard not to blow my load quickly.

This went on for several minutes. I watched my girl riding faster and faster and moaning louder and louder. I could tell she was close. So I took my thumb and began rubbing the clit of this tight little pussy.

She must have been primed because this black, thick bush was soon soaked with her cum and she was bucking like she was possessed. I couldn’t hold back, I exploded inside her and just kept pumping.

It was only 20 or 30 seconds before I heard my girl yell, “I’m coming…” and he was too as his grunts were deep and loud.

Everything went quiet except for some heavy breathing. I’m not sure what we were all thinking about. Well, we all got up, put ourselves back together, hugged with a kiss on the cheek, and said good night.

We stayed friends, and still hung out but nothing ever happened again.

My girl and I were married a few months later, and, we never really talked about it afterward.