Mixed Marriage

"Max, no!" Hannah called. "Please come back."

"Are you sure?" he asked, keys in hand.

"Yes. Don't go."

She held the door open as he walked back up to the house. He bounded up onto the porch and she went inside and he followed. She flipped off the light and locked the door. He's not going anywhere tonight, she thought.

"Thank you for staying," she said, and squeezed his hand in delayed reciprocation. "I wouldn't want you to leave like that."

"I'm sorry. I talk too much sometimes, and..."

"Sssh," she said, putting her finger to his lips. "It's okay."

For a frozen moment they were silent. Their brains clicked off and their hearts took over.

Their lips met and parted, mouths welcoming tongues, and they were instantly kissing with unbridled passion. They wrapped their arms around each other and pulled tight, pressing the contours of their bodies together. Hannah's fingers roamed Max's lower back and the flesh of his neck. He felt the cushioned firmness of her breasts pressing against him, and she didn't miss his growing erection abutting her abdomen.

The lights stayed on, the music played on and the drinks were left on the table. They made their way down the hall and into Hannah's bedroom, where they started tearing at each others' clothing. Piece by piece it all came off, shoes, socks, tops, bottoms, underwear, until they were down to the watch on his wrist and the rings on her fingers. Then they were horizontal on the bed. Max's lips left her mouth and covered her with kisses on her neck and her shoulders and her breasts, and she squealed with delight when he sucked a hard, plump nipple into his mouth.

He put his hand between her legs, felt her trim, humid bush and slipped two fingers into her ready gash. She clasped her hand around his cock and felt its length and hot hardness. She had not had sex with a man for a long time and she was more than ready. She had this man in her bed and his cock in her hand, and she wanted it inside her. She had known this time would come, and that when the time was right she would know it. But she'd never dreamed, even now as Max sucked on her tits she could hardly believe it, that the man would be her soon-to-be son-in-law.

Max's mouth alternated titties, back and forth with licks and sucks and nibbles, and her nipples were like swollen bullets. She lost her grip on his cock when his head moved downward. She squirmed when he swirled his tongue around her flat tummy, licked her navel and kissed his way down to her crotch. She felt his fingers vacate her pussy and get replaced by his tongue.

"Oh fuck!" she groaned.

She held his head and mashed her groin against his face. His fingers splayed across the cheeks of her ass and pinched her tingled flesh. His nose whiffed her stockpiled spunk, his tongue tasted it, and his lips pecked at her plump, juiced clitoris. He kept at it, his fingers, lips and tongue in tandem, and drove her to the edge.

He pushed his face into her harder, his tongue deeper. He squeezed her ass like he was making lemonade.

She pushed back, harder yet. She felt like a slut, but God, it felt good, and she thought Ella could forgive her. She emitted a high-pitched scream when she came.

Her body trembled as her pussy drenched his face. He lapped it up like a hound dog, then moved his body up atop hers. He kissed her deeply with his flooded tongue and soggy lips. She could feel her wet cum on his cheeks and chin. She put her hand between his legs and felt for it. It was hot and hard and heavy.

"Fuck me," she sibilated, and guided his cock to her wet, starved pussy.

It entered that cunt like a warm knife into soft butter. Max slipped his hands back under her butt and started his finger exercises. He started jamming his dick into her nice and slow, but Hannah wanted a higher gear, so in no time they were fast-fucking. Her pelvis seesawed up and down, taking in as much cock as she could on the upswing, and slamming her ass into his tightened hands on the backswing. The bed was screeching along with Hannah.

"Hmmm...yessss..." she murmured, when she felt a finger climb into her asshole. She fucked harder.

Now she was getting reamed front and back, to and fro, and a little more of Max's middle finger was embedded with each push. When she knew it was all the way in to the third knuckle, she used every ounce of strength in her sphincter to tighten down and hold it, and while his dick pounded her from above she did the same thing with every muscle in her cunt, and tried to suck another orgasm out of the ether.

With his cock and finger on lockdown and their bodies on vibrate, Max's cum was boiling in his balls. His eruption was near.

Hannah heard Max start to groan. She relaxed her muscles, and tightened them again as hard as she could, then repeated several times. She was about to explode again.

"I'm gonna come," Max hissed.

"Good. Me too," she whispered breathlessly.

They humped and they dumped. They kissed for some time, and finally Max removed his appendages from inside Hannah and lay beside her. He held her and their mixed cum seeped out of her and puddled on the bed.

--

After the bachelorette party, Ella and Carly were back at Carly's place. And like Hannah and Max back at Hannah's house, they talked about some private, personal, unexpected things.

"I still can't believe what we did," Ella said.

"Forget it. Just some wild, crazy fun. It doesn't mean anything," Carly said.

"I don't know. It's weird. It's like it wasn't even me doing it. It just happened."

"Our secret."

They were sitting on the wicker sofa on the back porch having a glass of wine, which they both knew they probably didn't need.

"Should I call off the wedding?" Ella asked.

"What? Don't be ridiculous! You'd piss off a lot of people if you did that."

"But I cheated."

"Come on, Ella. If everybody who got a little something at their bachelor or bachelorette parties called off their weddings, nobody'd ever get married."

"Really? You think so?"

"Sure. You ever watch porn?"

"Yeah. We watch it sometimes."

"Do you talk about it? Fantasize?"

"Yeah."

"So, think of it as virtual porn. You sucked a cock. So what? It doesn't change how you feel about Max, does it?"

"No."

Carly poured more wine for both of them. She sipped and held her glass up in salute, then put it down.

"I don't want to make another toast, there have been enough of those tonight," she said. "But, can I show you something?"

"Sure," Ella said.

"Okay, good. Close your eyes."

"Why?"

"Just do it."

Ella chuckled and shrugged, then closed her eyes. Carly slid a little closer, took a deep breath, and pressed her lips against Ella's and kissed her, and held it for a long moment. Ella opened her eyes in surprise but Carly's were closed. They parted, but only for second. Carly went back for another, and Ella was ready. This second kiss was longer, deeper, and open-mouthed. When they separated Carly had a smile on her face.

"Wow." Ella said. "Where did that come from?"

"I've wanted to do that since the first time I laid eyes on you."

"Really?"

"Oh, yes. I wanted to, and I thought you'd like to too, but I wasn't sure."

"I liked."

"I could tell. Can I be completely honest with you?"

"Sure," Ella said.

"When Max first introduced you to my family, to me, I knew he'd hit the jackpot. I knew you were a thoroughbred and a class act, were attractive and would be good for him. I think I loved you right away. We all did."

"Thank you, Carly, that's so..."

"Shh," Carly said. "Let me finish." She took another gulp of wine. "What I want you to know is, that I was also very jealous."

"Jealous? Why? Because I was taking your brother away..."

"No!" Carly barked. She took Ella's hand in hers. "That's not why. I was jealous because he was fucking you, and I wasn't."

Their eyes were moist globes, locked in. Then, after a few seconds of dead air, it was Ella who initiated the kiss. She opened her arms and Carly was immediately inside them. Their lips met and opened and they were suddenly sucking tongues. They made out like teen lovers, wet and hot and sloppy, and their hands probed over each other, and soon buttons were unbuttoned and zippers unzipped, and despite the fact that in about sixteen hours Ella would be marrying Carly's brother, tonight would be Ladies Night.

"God, I want you so bad," Carly croaked.

"Me too," Ella said. It had been a long time since she'd had a taste of pussy, but she would be eating Carly's tonight.

They made their way to Carly's bedroom, undressed each other, and fell naked together onto the bed.

They lay there kissing for a long time while their hands wandered over every reachable nook and cranny of their bodies. Carly's lips found Ella's aroused breasts and her fingers slipped inside her soppy gash. She moved downward.

"I've dreamed about eating your pussy for a long time," she said, licking her fingers.

"Wait," Ella said.

She pivoted her naked body around so they pointed in opposite directions and they both had a head between their legs. Their first sex would be a sixty-nine.They didn't hesitate. Both buried their faces into wet cunt.

The slurpfest that followed took time as they zealously, and not quietly, licked lips and kissed clits. They moaned and groaned as their assholes were rimmed and finger-fucked.

When they came, only seconds apart, it was an overdue explosion that drowned their tongues, doused their faces and dribbled onto the sheets. After, they stayed in the same position, kissing pussies and thighs, and licking up what they could, tasting the residue of their sex. Then they were back up side-by-side, holding each other, kissing, half-drunk with wine and each other, and did so until they fell asleep.

They woke up a little later than they wanted in the morning. For each, their first vision in the morning was a face smiling back at them.

"Are you okay?" Carly asked.

"I'm wonderful," Ella said. "Loose as a goose. Another secret to keep."

"Right. I was just wondering. You know..."

"Yes, I know. But it's okay, I think. You're Max's sister. We're going to be family."

They kissed. They kissed again, longer and deeper. Within thirty seconds their nude bodies were enwrapped like a soft pretzel and they did everything they'd done the night before, and more, and they took their time, until both had come.

Carly looked at her watch.

"Oh God, we have to get up," she said. "Or we'll be late. We have to be over to your step-mom's by eleven."

They dragged their drained, bare bodies into the bathroom and stood side-by-side as they brushed the taste of pussy out of their mouths. Then they got into the shower together.

--

Across town, Max was awakened by Ella's stepmother going down on him. He always awoke with a huge, hard, stretched, semi-painful boner, and Hannah had awakened first, had seen the big old thing lying there and couldn't resist. She sucked him until he ejaculated, a massive morning blast, and then kissed him with a mouthful of cum.

"Good morning," she said. "Consider this an early wedding present."

Max laughed and said thanks, took her in his arms and rolled on top of her. He kissed her lips and sucked her neck and licked her tits and ate her pussy until she came. Then, with his dick again armed and ready, he rose up and inserted it into her wet snatch, rammed a finger up her ass, and they fucked until they both came again.

"I'd like to stick something else up here," Max said, wiggling his finger inside her asshole.

"Some other time," she said. "We have to get up and you have to leave. The girls are due here at eleven, and will likely be early. It's a pretty big day, you know. We don't want them finding you here."

"I know," he said. He picked up his various pieces of clothing from the floor and started putting them on.

"Hey, are you okay?" Hannah asked.

"Me? Are you kidding. Never better. I had an incredible night."

"So did I. God knows, I needed it. But..."

"What?"

"Ella."

"I know." He pulled on his shoes and sat beside her. "Look," he said, "It's going be alright. I think this was bound to happen, and Ella knows it."

"What are you talking about?"

Max took her hands in his and stared into her eyes.

"Ella and I, well, we have a great sex life. But, uh, we... I probably shouldn't tell you this. We have talked about having other partners, um, in our bed. Threesomes. But only with somebody we were both a hundred percent comfortable with. We've not done it as of yet, but, you were the first person we both agreed on. If she never mentioned it, it's because we're not there yet."

"Really."

"Yes. So it doesn't even that feel wrong to me. But if you want to tell her when she gets over here, go ahead, do it. I'm fine with that. Or if you want me to call off the wedding, I will."

"Like hell you will," she said. "You do that and you'll have a pissed-off crowd, a pissed-off wife and a pissed-off mother-in-law."

Max laughed, kissed her and thanked her for saying that.

--

The female wedding party straggled over to Hannah's house, one was on time, the rest were thirty to forty minutes late, and most giddily hungover. But that didn't stop them from having a couple pops of cheap champagne as they dolled up. They were all in a merry mood, which would transfer over to the festivities, and thereby infect all of the guests. The weather was good, clear and warm.

The wedding went well, another short and sweet ceremony for the preacher, although there were coy smiles and subtle eye contact between Max and Hannah, and between Ella and Carly, which they all hoped nobody noticed.

The reception was a blast. Ella was beautiful, and all of the rituals took place smoothly and without a hitch. Max stole a couple dances with his new mother-in-law, the second one a slow number. He navigated them to the center of the dancing crowd so they would blend in. He held her close.

As they slow-danced, Hannah asked Max if he was looking forward to his honeymoon.

"I have a hard-on, you know," he said into her ear, and pressed it against her. "Can you feel it?"

"You're young. You have to learn to control yourself."

"I can't. It's because of you."

"Oh, please," she said. "You're about to go on your honeymoon. A week in paradise. You and Ella will be fucking like rabbits."

"I miss you already. I want to see you when I get back."

"We'll see."

"Hey, you can't shut me out. Not after last night. It was good for you too, wasn't it?"

"It was. Like I said, we'll see. We can talk when you get back. Maybe I'll give you an I.O.U. Not in writing, of course." She laughed.

Max backed away and looked at her as the song ended.

"So, Ella told you about the I.O.U. on our first date," he said.

"She's told me lots of things. You knew we were close."

"Did she tell you anything about maybe having a threesome?"

Hannah flicked a few strands of her blond hair out of her eyes. She smiled coyly.

"No comment," she said with a wink.

--

Hannah had been right about one thing. Ella and Max were like sex-crazed maniacs on their honeymoon. Maybe it was the tropical heat, maybe it was relief that the wedding was behind them and they were now husband and wife, or maybe it was guilt from their premarital strays, but whatever it was, they sure as hell knocked the sexy shit out of each other.

They'd lie by the pool, fondle one another, and go back to the room and fuck. They'd be eating breakfast and Ella would peel a banana and seductively slide most of it into her mouth, and they'd go back and she'd suck his cock. They went on a bus trip, snorkeling and some Mayan ruins, but they just wanted to get back to the hotel and fuck. They went to a bullfight, but that was not a good experience for them; they were appalled when they watched the matador stab the bull over and over until it was dead. But when they got back to their room, Max stabbed Ella over and over with his stiletto penis with about the same amount of force.

Max would see a woman that resembled Hannah, and it would make him think of her, and make him want her, and he'd think about getting back home so he could have her again. Then, as if it were overcompensation to cover up his secret, he'd seduce his wife back to the room and bang the bottom out of her.

Ella had similar thoughts. She'd spot a gal around the pool that reminded her of Carly, take glance at her wet bikini-wrapped cameltoe, and imagine her face down there, between Carly's legs, and she'd get wet, and horny, and she'd lead her husband back to the room where she would be eaten and fucked.

The honeymoon was an amazing, hot success by any measurement. But when the week ended and they flew home, their thoughts drifted back to the reality of their lives. The flight was smooth and on time, and by the end of the day they both had contacted their secret lovers.

--

"So, Ella, it's been almost three weeks since our last meeting," Elizabeth said. "You haven't told me about your wedding and honeymoon."

They were in the therapist's office, well into their session. It was the Wednesday evening after Ella had returned from Mexico.

"The wedding was beautiful. The weather was good, and the reception was a lot of fun. Everybody said they had a wonderful time. And the honeymoon was really good, and relaxing. A whole week at this luxury resort right on the Caribbean. We did a little sight-seeing, but mostly all we did was eat, drink and have sex."

"That sounds like what an ideal honeymoon should be. Are you both now back into the routine of daily life?"

"Uh, I guess so. Back to the real world. Or bizarre-o world."

"What do you mean? Is everything okay?"

"Yes, things are okay. Just... I don't know. It's not quite what I expected a few weeks ago."

Elizabeth waited in silence. Then: "Go on."

"Well," Ella said, and sipped water. "It's complicated."

"How is it complicated?"

Ella took a deep breath, and said, "I'm kind of having an affair."

Elizabeth's jaw dropped. "An affair? Already? When did this affair begin?"

"The night before the wedding. At the bachelorette party. Or, actually it was after the bachelorette party."

"How did happen?"

"That's a good question. I don't know how it happened, it just did. She was one of my bridesmaids. Her name is Carly. I went home with her. She kissed me, I kissed her. We went to bed. It was incredible. I hadn't had sex with a woman since Hannah and it felt so good. I saw her again yesterday after work. We were naked in about thirty seconds."

"Hmm, this is a new twist," Elizabeth said. "I see how it could be a complication."

"That's not all," Ella said, and took another drink of water. "Carly is Max's sister."

Elizabeth almost dropped her pen. She jotted down a quick note as she tried to figure out where to go next.

"Ella, let me ask you. Does Max know that you and Hannah were lovers?"

"Not really. We've never discussed it. But I don't think it would shock him."

"You don't? Why?"

"Because we've talked about it, uh, having sex with others. Threesomes with another female. We've discussed other women we'd like to, you know, go to bed with. And Hannah was the first one we agreed on. He didn't think it was sick that I'd go to bed with him and my stepmother."

"But what I mean is, do you think that Max expected that it would be two-on-one, as in he would have sex with two women, and the two women would have sex with him, or would he expect that you and the other woman would be having sex independent of him?"

"Uh, I don't know. I just figured it would be anything goes."

"Well, it might be good to find out."

Elizabeth capped her pen, signaling that their time was about up.

"I'm glad you opened up about this, Ella. You're being honest with yourself and that's the first step. But I think you will feel better once you are honest with everyone involved. This affects them as much as you. Think about how you can get it all out in the open. Honesty really is the best policy, and sooner is usually better than later.