Author's Note: This story is hard to categorize. Loving wife, group, threesome with a touch of bi. There's not a lot of bisexuality, but there is some, so if this offends you PLEASE don't read. And for God's sake don't sent me a note. On the other hand, if you'd like to see the illustrated version, drop me a line.
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"How exactly did you end up in bed with Jeff on our wedding night?"
"Not just Jeff..." She flashed a mischievous smile in response to the incredulous look on my face.
The idea of Carol sleeping with my college buddy on our honeymoon was inconceivable enough, but the idea that she shared our bed with multiple people was just ludicrous. I was beginning to think she was making the whole thing up, when she took my face in her hands and asked, "Are you sure you want to hear this?"
All morning long she had been light hearted and teasing, but there was a seriousness in her tone that told me whatever was coming next would change our marriage forever.
"Up until now, we've been talking about things that happened before we got married. From here on out, it's uncharted territory."
But it was too late to turn back now. And the truth was the picture of Carol with Jeff's big cock was already beginning to stir my loins.
"Hey! No way you're backing out now. Not after torturing me all morning. The deal was I tell you mine and you tell me yours. I can't wait to hear what that bastard did to get you out of your wedding dress."
Visibly relieved, the smile returned to her face. "Well, the first thing you should know is that Jeff was a complete gentleman." I laughed. "Okay, not a gentleman, but trust me, he wasn't the aggressor that night. In fact, if anyone was, it was you."
"Me!?" The sad, humiliating truth is that I got so drunk at our wedding night, I ended up passing out and didn't remember a thing.
Seeing my distress, Carol pulled me to her lips and kissed me. "It's alright. It all worked out. And now that I know what happened between the three of you before we met, it makes a lot more sense. I just wish you had told me sooner."
Then, giving my face a playful slap she added. "Now, fair is fair. I played with you while you were talking, how about getting down there and returning the favor." Without waiting for my response, she began pushing my head down toward her open legs. "What do ya say? Are you up for some cream pie?"
Her words left me breathless. I was crazy, horny in lust with my wife. With a shit-eating grin I got off the bed and walked to her dresser. "I'll do better that that." Rummaging through her panties, I pulled out a 7" vibrator and walked back to the bed.
"How did you know that was there?"
"We've been married 25 years, you don't think I know where you keep your toys?"
With a laugh, she reached into the headboard behind her. "Baby, you've been looking in the wrong drawer." And, to my shock, she pulled out a huge fake cock, 9" long and a good 6" around. "Trust me, this one is more appropriate to the story I have to tell. But wait to the end, or I'll never get through telling you."
My heart was pounding and I wondered for the umpteen time, who is this woman? And with that, I settled down to eat my first cream pie ever served up by my wife, as she proceed to tell me about her honeymoon infidelity.
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You always talked so much about Jeff and Allie. When I didn't see their name on the guest list, I just thought it was an oversight. I remember how you reacted when they showed up on our wedding day. You kind of skipped a beat. I thought it was odd at the time, but then you and Jeff acted like long lost brothers and I just put it out of my mind.
I'd never met them before that day. The first thing that struck me was what a good looking couple they were. At 6' 1", Jeff could have been an athlete. He had this confident masculine aura that you could sense just by looking at him. From word one, I knew he was a player, all flirty and outgoing.
In contrast, Allie seemed conservative and a little standoffish at first. When Jeff came up to hug us, she hung in the background looking out of place. Even then, I couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was. While not overtly sexual, her hour glass figure and perky breasts gave her a demur sensuality. I noticed more than one guy, including you, checking her out.
As the day progressed, I went off to do my bride thing, while you went off with Jeff to do whatever the hell it is that guys do to get ready. Allie didn't know anybody there, so I invited her to join me. She was hesitant, but Jeff insisted.
Over the course of the afternoon she seemed to loosen up and I found I liked her. She was witty and smart and easy going. My first impression that she might to be a little stuck-up, proved to be wrong. If anything, she was self-effacing, deflecting any comments about how nice she looked. All afternoon she kept telling me how beautiful I looked. And, while everyone says that to a bride on her wedding day, she had a way of making me believe it. She clearly thought the world of you and seemed genuinely happy for us. When the wedding was about to begin, we parted ways and I felt like I had made a friend.