Jenna floated into the old church on the notes of a harp, white silk flowing in her. Every eye in the place stared at her, elegant and stunning in her strapless bodice, radiant behind her veil.

Graham waited for her at the altar, almost too afraid to turn around. Damien, his best man, nudged his elbow,

“Turn around, dickhead; she looks amazing.” He said, voice almost cracking.

Graham took his advice and in doing so, almost forgot how to breathe as he watched his soon-to-be wife glide towards him.

Damian looked away. There were tears in his eyes.

Jenna reached the altar, and the music slowed, then ceased. With shaking hands and a crooked smile, Graham lifted her veil and uncovered her wide-eyed, nervous face, smiling back at him.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today,” began the vicar, her voice resonating harmonically all around the stone-walled, flower-filled chamber, “to join in matrimony Graham Vincent May and Jenna Jane Kingsbury. "All of their closest friends, loved ones, and special people are here in this chamber, so let me ask this of you now: Is there any amongst you that has a reason why we cannot join these people in the loving bond of marriage forevermore?"

The couple smiled at each other in a shared awkwardness at the traditional question.

“I do.”

A susurrus of shock washed through the congregation, all eyes whipping to the altar.

The vicar, in all her years never receiving an answer to this question, stared agog at the best man.

Damien spoke, “You can't do it. I can't watch you make this mistake. Not without you knowing that I love you. I always have…”

Gray and Damo sat on the sofa in Graham and Jenna's living room. They'd dragged it from the corner and positioned it dead centre in front of the huge TV, something they'd done for as long as they'd played computer games together. Which was forever.

It would piss Jenna off every time, but she'd be too drunk to care after her night out with the girls tonight. It was three weeks till the wedding, and she seemed to be viewing her hen night as an ongoing series. Blowing off the last of her “single girl” energies, Graham supposed. He suspected she was more perturbed about their impending marriage than she let on. He just prayed she'd not go too far and cheat on him.

They'd been together since school, and he knew they both felt a little hint of the “What have I missed?” anxieties. He knew she'd flirt, dance, and accept drinks from men; he didn't mind. He liked that other men coveted what he had. Other men were dreaming of being between her tanned thighs, of having her attentions on them, putting their dicks in her pretty mouth, yearning to fuck her. But he knew she'd come home to him. He knew. It was fine. Fine.

“She'll be getting railed behind the bins at the back of the Five Bells about now.” Reassured Damo, trying to get in Gray's head and make him lose focus on their game.

Graham rounded Damo’s keeper on the screen and knocked in another goal.

“Shut the fuck up, you prick…Suck my dick, motherfucker! That's five; you're done.”

Damo spun his controller to the floor in a sulk.

“I just can't buy a win these days, bro.” He whined.

“Fuck off,” Gray responded, then making his voice high and mocking, “my girlfriend left me because of my tiny knob, my cat's run away, and my face still looks like an arse.” He laughed merrily.

“Maybe two of those things are true. Dennis Purrkamp came in and ate his food today, then fucked off again. He's a free spirit.”

Graham threw his empty beer can at the overfull bin, knocking another one out of it. There were quite a few empties from tonight and a couple of joint stubs in the back garden to boot.

“It's not that bad, mate. It's a nice arse, and when puberty hits, your willy might get bigger.” It was an ongoing joke, for the last fifteen years, that Damo would hit puberty any day now. Baby-faced and slight, his facial hair wispy and patchy if he let it grow, he had endured this rubbing gamely for all of that time. It helped that the chicks seemed to dig his youthful good looks.

“Seriously, she was a fucking headache anyway. Stick with me and JJ; we'll look after you, mate.” Gray said seriously. Gray and Damo had met in primary school, but all three had been friends since secondary, even before Gray and JJ became an item. Jenna was as much Damo's mate as Gray.

“Remember that time—” Graham started, but was interrupted by a bang and clatter at the front door as Jenna noisily made her entrance.

“Hello boys!” She greeted, posing dramatically in the doorway, and she giggled.

She bounded in, giddy and high from her night out, and plopped herself in between the two men, causing them to shift awkwardly, making room for her sudden intrusion.

She slapped her hands down on each of their knees. “So, you boys have been playing nice together, you boring bitches?”

“Good night, J? You're home early’” enquired Graham, ignoring her question.

“I suppose so. I'm knackered and a little too drunk, to be honest; I just wanted to get home.” She leaned into Graham's ear, “And I am so fucking horny; I need my man to give me a proper fucking.” She whispered, loud enough that she needn't have bothered. Damian got to his feet, “Well, I don't want to overstay my welcome; a quick piss and I'll be away.” He said diplomatically.

As soon as he walked out of the room, Jenna had straddled Graham on the sofa, her skirt riding up, taking his face in her hands. “I am going to fuck you till it falls off.” She promised.

Graham laughed, but his heart beat faster. “Wait, JJ. Damo isn't too good; he could do with some company tonight, I think.”

“Are you saying you want him to join us for what I have planned?” She asked.

Graham laughed again. But quickly noticed Jenna wasn't laughing. “Wait. What? Are you being for real?”

She looked him square in the face. “Well? It's not like every one of us hasn't thought about it.” she was letting the drink do the talking.

He had to admit though, she was right. At least from his point of view. They had spent so many nights together. They’d all slept in the same bed on more than one drunken occasion, albeit innocently enough, and it wasn't like he hadn't seen Damo check her out when she pranced around half-dressed getting ready to go out. He examined his feelings. Damo was his best friend; they'd shared everything from clothes to toothbrushes, but his fiancée?

“You are fucking winding me up!” Graham accused, clicking on.

After a heavy pause, she laughed halfheartedly, “Yeah, babe, of course,” she said, leaving Graham in a swirl of confusion.

Damo came back into the room and smiled, seeing JJ still straddling his pal. “Fuck's sake, couldn't you have waited two minutes? I'm off anyway.”

“Wait.” Graham called, looking into Jenna's eyes. “Stay, have another beer with us, man.”

Jenna nodded almost imperceptibly. Still holding Graham's gaze, she bit her bottom lip.

“Aye, righto, why not. Nothing to go home for.” Damien padded over, about to lean down and pick another beer out of the case, but before he could grab one, Jenna put her hand on his chest.

“You ok, JJ?” Damian asked, surprised at the contact.

“You ever think of fucking me, Damien?”

“What the fuck kind of question is that?” Damien stuttered, looking at Graham. “I mean, Jesus, JJ, you can't… you can't just ...

“Because I'm thinking about fucking you right now.” She interrupted.

Damo swallowed hard and looked to Gray, only to see him smile and raise his eyebrows.

“You boys have a chat; I'm going to our bedroom, and I guess I'll wait and see who turns up.” Jenna declared.

She left the room without looking back, knowing their eyes would be on her swaying ass, having let her skirt ride up past her buttocks. Her heart hammered against her ribs. She climbed the stairs and headed to the bathroom, filled a cup with water, and drank heavily. She stared at herself in the mirror and realised she was turned on by the naughty look in her eyes.

Back in the living room, Damien paced as Gray watched him.

“This isn't happening. What the fuck, mate? Are you guys for real?”

“Sit down, man.” Graham pleaded, and he did. “Look, I know you want to, always have. I think she has too.”

Damien swallowed, staring into his friend's eyes; he wondered if Graham had always known all his secrets.

“It's ok, Damo,” Graham assured him. “I want to try this. I've always thought of having a threesome, and I think I could only do it with someone I trust, and I trust you with my life, bro.”

Damo could already feel himself reacting to the thought of seeing JJ naked, to getting to do to her all the things he'd imagined, all while Graham watched, his eyes taking it all in. “Well, what are we waiting for?”

Jenna had quickly discarded her party clothes. She thought about slipping on her sexiest lingerie but decided on a black silk and lace nightdress that flowed and accentuated her every curve. She sat on the edge of the bed, arms back and legs crossed demurely. As they both entered, she smiled wickedly.

Damien stood in the doorway, pinned to the spot by nerves and the sudden shock of seeing his friend in a new light. He watched Graham discard his tee shirt, reach for Jenna's hand, and coax her to stand. As he kissed her mouth he ran his hand up the length of her thigh, lifting the sleek fabric of her slip, exposing the fact she wore nothing else. Damien's mouth was suddenly dry; Jenna had opened her eyes as Graham kissed her and looked directly into his.

She broke the kiss and spoke, “Are you just going to stand there? Or would you like to kiss me?”

Graham moved aside, and Damien felt his feet take him to Jenna, as if being reeled in by an unseen line. Their first kiss was soft and quick, but soon he was dragged back to her lips for more. It felt like everything and nothing he'd ever imagined it would, all at once. He felt his hands slide over her ass, and it was as if he were in a dream. All at once he wanted to squeeze, to possess, to let out fifteen years of pent-up frustrations, and take her right there and then.

Graham moved behind her and nuzzled into her neck, his hands between the pair, cupping and fondling Jenna’s breasts.

Jenna thrilled as she felt the two erections press into her. She began to fumble with Damien's belt, sliding it free as he removed his own tee.

Graham dragged her a step back. “Shall we let him see what he's in for?” He asked into her ear.

Jenna held Damien's gaze as Gray lifted her slip up and over her head from behind. She left her arms raised over her head, posing in all her sublime nakedness, for Damo’s hungry eyes.

He couldn't look away, even as he undressed himself. Her body, finally all his to behold, was incredible; he'd imagined every inch of her, but even in his wildest fantasies he'd underestimated how sexy she would be. And she was there, to touch, to feel, to…

Jenna took in Damo's nakedness, fit and almost hairless; in contrast to Graham's rugged physique, she delighted at their differences. She’d heard the boy's banter and hadn't expected much but was pleasantly surprised at his already erect cock. She dared herself to touch it and laughed gently at the surrealness of the act as she gripped then stroked his manhood.

Graham had snaked his arms around her, exploring her bare skin, and now she gasped as he finally ventured between her thighs.

Damien saw his opportunity and didn't deny himself. He leaned down and softly took one of JJ’s nipples in his mouth, gently sucking, then swirling his tongue around her areola. Her hand increased its pressure and speed on his cock, so he took it as an invitation to move to the other breast.

Graham stole her away again, guiding down onto the bed. He pulled her to the edge and dropped to his knees between her legs. Her back arched spasmodically as his tongue found her pussy and parted her wet lips, exploring her deeply and thoroughly. He eventually closed in on her clit, sending blissful waves through her body.

Damien felt the jealousy more keenly than ever before, watching the intimate act. Having known both of them so long and so closely, it felt that they betrayed him by having that extra layer to their relationship, that extra intimacy he'd never be a part of. It gnawed at him, amplifying the feelings he felt in his heart. Jenna beckoned him over. He knelt beside her head, and she raised herself on one elbow, freeing a hand to grasp his hard-on again. This time she pulled it down, bringing her lips up to meet his bulbous end.

Graham looked up from between her legs, tongue still dancing around JJ’s clit, and saw his soon-to-be wife with another man's cock in her mouth. His guts roiled briefly with a sudden knot of jealousy, but to his surprise he didn't hate it. Seeing his closest friends together like this didn't feel that unnatural.

He pushed first one, then two fingers into his fiancée alternating his thumb and tongue in turn on her clit, knowing this was sure to drive her wild. He was right, and he could hear her muffled moans around her mouth full of Damo's cock. He bet that felt good for him. The more he brought her pleasure, the more she would be moaning and humming and bringing pleasure to his friend, and that kind of thrilled Graham. Jenna's pussy started to flood as she came, and Graham revelled in it. He knew the sooner he started fucking her, the more she'd be able to ride these waves of ecstasy, so he crawled and kissed his way quickly up her body until his dick was nudging between her lips, then steadily stretching her open, slowly inching inside her.

Jenna still let Damien fuck her face, rocking his hips to and fro to make up for her lack of mobility in this position. She slid her mouth from him with a noisy pop, so she could momentarily focus on the feeling of Graham penetrating and possessing her tight pussy. Soon he had found a rhythm, he had begun long, slow thrusts into her. Her eyes were alive and wild. She stared into her husband-to-be’s eyes and slowly and deliberately licked around Damien's tip, just inches away from Graham's face. She pushed Damo's dick towards him.

“Put it in your mouth.” She commanded.

“Fuck off!” Graham spluttered.

“I want to see you do it. He wants you to. Don't you, Damo?” She asked, eyes not leaving her fiancée.

Damian's answer choked in his throat, but he made no attempt to move away. Graham felt like a different person, a crazy, hedonistic person who was inches away from sucking his friend off. He swallowed hard.

Jenna's eyes screamed encouragement, so he opened his mouth a fraction and let Jenna brush his lips with Damo's dick. She pressed it more firmly, and Graham opened his mouth further, letting his best friend's dick past his lips. Damo watched open-mouthed, breathing hard as he felt Graham's tongue slide along his underside. Gray’s lips closed around him, and Damien couldn't help but restart his gentle hip thrusts.

Graham hadn't stopped his own pounding, but Jenna was feeling a different level of pleasure and excitement. She couldn't analyse why at that moment, but she knew this was the hottest thing she had ever seen. In the same way old sailors can feel a great storm approaching, Jenna felt the swell and charge of what could be the most powerful orgasm she had ever felt and let her eyes roll to the back of her head as the first crashings of bliss broke on her. Graham had his eyes closed and mouth full but could feel JJ writhe and twist beneath him, her pussy noisily soaked and clenching.

“In the drawer, Damo, there's an old pack of condoms. Put one on. Quickly.” Jenna pleaded. Having watched him unravel one on his straining cock, Jenna continued, “Lie down. Damien, lie down.” She urged frantically. No sooner had he done so than she was astride him, pulling his cock into her, immediately riding fast and hard, impaled on him. She turned her head to a stunned Graham, “You know what to do?”

Graham shuffled in the bedside drawer and found their bottle of lube. She wanted them both at the same time. But before he had opened the cap, she had rolled to her back, dragging Damien over and on top of her. Damien was lost in lust, hooking her leg so he could fuck her deeper and harder. Between animal moans, Jenna asked him, “Damien, I want Gray to fuck us; I want him inside you and you inside me.”

In those seconds, that is all he wanted too, but he said nothing, afraid to admit that he wanted it, but managed to nod and bent to kiss Jenna's lips.

Graham had heard her request and seen Damo nod. What was happening? He could feel his everyday self clamouring for attention, shouting to slow down, to think, to weigh the implications of what was happening, but that voice was a long way away. Everything was on the table. There were no rules now, not between three close friends in the sanctuary of their bedroom.

He squeezed a shot of gel over Damien's ass and one over his dick, only then deciding a condom of his own would be best. He stretched one over himself while contemplating the sight in front of him.

He cast his mind back to the first time JJ had asked him to fuck her in the ass. One of his favourite memories, he visited it often. How she had guided and directed his movements, her urge for restraint, for gentleness and patience. He put his hand on the space between Damien's neck and shoulder, positioned behind the guy that was powering into his girlfriend. He held still, just about brushing the cheeks of his friend's ass on every back thrust, ever so slowly getting closer.

Soon his presence couldn't be ignored by Damien, and he slowed his strokes, carefully allowing Gray nearer to his hole, until his dick nestled there, between his buttocks. He was as deep inside Jenna as he could be; there was no more room to escape; he could only edge backward and onto Gray's cock.

Graham squeezed Damo's traps in one hand, guiding himself with the other, feeling the slow acceptance into Damo’s most intimate space.

Jenna’s focus was intense, studying every crease of Damien's face, searching for the meaning of every twitch and grimace, fascinated by his changing expression. Wide-eyed nerves, to open-mouthed shock, to scrunched-up discomfort, and on to snarling acceptance. She was having an out-of-body experience, the force of her ecstasy forcing her conscious thoughts outside herself, leaving her body free to be a victim to pleasure. Damien had restarted deep plunges into her pussy; it felt like a pulse of orgasmic energy every time his base slapped into her, knowing that her man was on the other side, just inches away but deep inside another man.

Graham barely moved, instead holding still and letting Damien find his own ever-increasing pace, getting used to the feeling of his ass full of Gray's cock. Gray controlled his breathing; his head swam in confusion. Guilty feelings of broken taboos competed with stabs of jealousy and a sensation of complete control and ownership. By the time Damo was crying out in warning, Graham felt nothing but relief that Damo was going to finish first. He needed to fuck JJ again; he needed to reclaim both her and his sense of self. But for now he let himself go and fucked his best mate to climax.

Jenna was feral. She awkwardly pulled Damo's dick free from her cunt and tugged the condom off urgently. “Oh…oh…Just fucking do it, Damien, give it to me; fill my tight little pussy, please.” JJ begged in between prolonged whines of desire. She guided him back inside her, bareback and ready to explode.

Damo felt it start from a long way down, in an intensity he'd never, ever experienced. Gray fucking him was touching him in ways he couldn't have expected, his grip around his hips allowing Gray to drive into him. Damien pushed into JJ as far as he could, letting the momentum of Gray's savage thrusts bounce him onto her until…

“HOLY FUCKING MOTHER OF FUUUCKK…!!!”

He erupted with spasms that wracked his entire body; it felt like his soul was cumming, spurt after spurt he came like he had uncorked champagne.

“Oh Damo fuck, I feel it, oh fuck yes.” Jenna whined, unashamed delight on her face.

Damo tensed as Gray pulled out, but stayed deep inside Jenna, savouring her twitching pussy, trying to fix the image of her in his mind. He felt a tug at his shoulder and turned to see the face of his friend. What did this mean for them? How much had this opened up?

“My turn, mate.” He said, transferring his gaze to his grinning wife-to-be and taking off his own condom

He hadn't quite come to terms with his girlfriend's decision to let Damien cum inside her and thought about it even less as he plunged his cock into the sticky mess of her pussy.

The couple built quickly to a crescendo, encouraged by each other's enjoyment, locked in their passionate finish.

Damien stayed close and ran a finger up Graham's spine as he came.

“You can't do it. I can't watch you make this mistake. Not without you knowing that I love you. I always have…”

The church collectively held their breath at this dramatic announcement, scarcely believing their ears.

The young couple looked at each other, equally stunned, both pairs of eyes questioning each other. Until the silence was broken,

“Wait, which of us are you talking to?”