[FM] I fucked the groom

Two of my best friends were getting married, Kayla and Ryan. I had known both of them for years and was friends with both independently prior to the two of them getting together. Ryan and I were fuck buddies for years before he and Kayla got together, and we may or may not have hooked up a few times over the years after they started dating. Ryan always used to say to me how he didn't love me or have complicated feelings like that, but he simply "couldn't quit my pussy", his words, not mine. Being perfectly honest, I didn't really want to quit Ryan's cock. It was perfect. 7" and change, enough girth to really stretch me without being a challenge, and it had the slightest curve that hit my g-spot exactly right. It was one of the few dicks I encountered in life that I described as beautiful.

Ryan and I had always said to each other that we felt back fucking behind Kayla's back, and I always marked them getting married as my red line. It was bad enough to do what I was doing to her boyfriend, but fucking her husband just notched it up past a point that I wasn't comfortable crossing. Fast forward to the wedding day. They're getting married in some crazy fancy wedding venue and they're doing everything very traditionally. They each had their own rooms to get ready in and couldn't see each other prior to the "first look". I was one of the bridesmaids and was with Kayla helping her get ready. I was all set while she was still getting her makeup and hair done, so I left her and the other bridesmaids alone in the room and went to wander the venue a bit. On the other side of the venue I stumbled on Ryan's room. The door was open and I saw him in his tuxedo and thought to myself how good he looked. I impulsively decided that I wanted my last ride.

I knocked lightly on the door and was met with a smile. He extended his arms out as if to ask "How do I look?". I told him he looked great and we talked for a minute before I brought it up.

I'm paraphrasing, but I said something to the effect of "We've had a lot of fun over the years, but today was always our finish line, huh?"

"Yeah, we had a good run." he said with a smile

"You know, I'm pretty sure I said that my red line was when you guys were married, and by my watch that isn't going to be for another two hours or so..." I looked at him seriously to gauge his reaction.

He paused for longer than I was comfortable with, but then peeked his head out of the room and looked both ways before dragging me inside. We locked the door and he slammed me up against the wall. I immediately went for his belt and pulled his pants down. That Adonis of a cock nearly hit me in the face and I proceeded to give Ryan the blowjob to end all blowjobs. As sloppy as humanly possible while being sure not to drip onto my dress or ruin any of my makeup besides my lipstick. I gagged on him while squeezing his balls with the exact amount of pressure I knew drove him crazy. He pulled me up and bent me over the counter so that my face was inches from the mirror. He hiked my dress up and pulled my panties down. Spreading my cheeks I felt his tongue go straight for my asshole.

Fuck, I was going to miss this. He knew better than anyone that eating my ass makes my pussy gush like Niagara. We knew we had to be quick, so after maybe 30 seconds of tossing my salad I felt his rod up against me. No foreplay or pretense here, he slipped his full length into me with one thrust and started fucking me like a jackrabbit. Again, knowing exactly how to make me cum, Ryan shifted his position to really send me into overdrive and then rubbed my asshole with his thumb before slipping it inside. That's all I needed. I immediately clamped down on his cock and creamed on him like I hadn't in months. He grunted that he was about to cum and went he went to pull out I reached back as if to tell him not to. He picked up what I was putting down and exploded deep into my pussy. My legs were quivering as I felt his hot seed fill me up and start to leak out. No time for pillow talk today, I wiped myself clean with some tissues he had in the room, checked myself in the mirror and gave Ryan a playful but firm slap on the face as I left.

Later that night when the wedding was in full swing, a drunk Kayla told me that Ryan fucked her in his dressing room right after the ceremony. It put an extra pep in my step to know that Ryan and I had christened the room a few hours prior and that Kayla was getting my sloppy seconds. I love her, but I'm also always a little bit of a possessive bitch. Sue me.