Weddings are beautiful. The joining of two people for life, a pure expression of love. It’s also a great place to find quality dick. I was at the wedding of a friend of a friend, the sort of invite where you just know they ran down some friends list on Facebook and invited everyone they kind of recognized in the hopes that enough people would show up to make the pictures look good. I’d gone to the wedding as a favor. My friend was going, and she really wanted someone she knew there as a safe spot to land if the reception got weird. We were aware enough of the possibilities of a wedding reception that we booked separate hotel rooms, though. Non-neighboring hotel rooms.

The wedding was beautiful. She was radiant, he was also there. Cards on the table, I fucking hate weddings. It was short, at least. The reception, however, was a riot. The DJ was on point, the dance floor was always busy, the food was delicious without being too heavy, and the bride and groom were aware enough of the fact that they weren’t super familiar with everyone there that they didn’t do the annoying thing where they went to each table so that you can pay them compliments. All told, I think I made eye contact with the bride once the entire day.

Once the reception started, I was on the prowl, ready for any opportunity for a hot guy to get me out of there quickly. I wasn’t going to jump on the first guy that checked me out (the groom was pretty early on. Could I have? Probably, but I’m not that kind of slut), but I was weighing my options, of which there were many. Various attendees, family members of the newlyweds, and members of the wedding party had at least given me an appraising glance. With my bottle green cocktail dress contrasting well with my pale skin, just low cut enough to show a hint of cleavage from my 36C tits, hugging my slender frame tightly and contrasting well with my auburn hair in an elegant updo, I knew I looked good, and the men there were all too willing to confirm that.

I’m not much of a dancer, certainly not for the earlier parts of a wedding reception, when grandma is still there and everyone’s still fairly sober, but I made a few trips out, flirted a bit, danced a bit, before headed to the buffet and back to sit down, just to get an idea of the selection and interest. After my third time out, I noticed that, no matter where I entered the dance floor from, two men always seemed to find me, the best man, and another guy who was clearly friendly with him. They gave off big “college buddy” vibes, but I honestly didn’t get to know them well enough to learn how they knew each other. Hell, I didn’t get to know them well enough to learn their names. For the sake of ease, the best man was Barry, and the friend was Frank.

Every time I went out, they moved in like a precision planned maneuver. Barry, all smarm and confidence, would show up in front of me, ready to dance, then Frank would slide in behind me, a little less confidence and grace, but smooth enough that, while I clearly saw what they were doing, I didn’t mind it. While other guys were flirting and weakly shooting their shot, Barry and Frank were a constant enough presence that most people figured that they had staked their claim.

As the evening wore on and the vibe got distinctly more adult, the chicken dance gave way to more bump and grind tunes, Barry and Frank were getting bolder, not that it mattered. I’d decided to fuck both of them long before Barry stuck his tongue down my throat while Frank slid his hard cock between my asscheeks. It took some effort, but I was able to beg them off just enough to be able to tell them that I was ready to go. Barry was crashing with the groom’s parents, and Frank lived an hour away, so my hotel room was the venue of choice.

Frank drove us to the hotel while Barry and I fooled around in the back seat, not enough that we properly started the party without Frank, but enough that my makeup was definitely messed up by the time we pulled into the parking lot. Barry helped me out, and I led the two gentlemen up the stairs, stolen pinches and caresses along the way, and down the hallway as Barry wrapped an arm around me and grabbed my tits so roughly that I squealed out, much to the delight of my neighbors, I’m sure.

By the time I was able to unlock and open the door, Barry and Frank had all but undressed me, sliding my shoulder straps down with one tit fully out, and Frank had hiked my skirt up and was rubbing my shaven smooth pussy (because who wears panties to a wedding?) as the door opened and we exploded through.

I like to have some control in sexual situations, but there was no controlling what was happening. I twisted around and locked lips with Barry, who lifted me up, hands on my bare ass, and clumsily carried me to the bed, where he laid me across the corner. He abruptly pulled away from our kiss, unbuckling his pants and pulling out his very respectable cock, which he immediately stroked a couple times before roughly shoving it into my pussy, causing lightning bolts of pleasure to shoot throughout my body. I yelled out, leaning my head back over the opposite side of the corner, just the opportunity Frank needed to stick his dick in my mouth. Clenching my eyes shut, I worked what control I could, moving my hips with each of Barry’s thrusts, sucking my cheeks in and arching my tongue to give Fred as much friction as he pumped himself in and out of my mouth. I was taking shallow, ragged breaths through my nose, making muffled moans around my mouthful of Frank. As Barry set a blinding pace, letting out a string of dirty talk with each slap of skin on skin, Frank grabbed one tit with each hand and tried to match his friend’s energy, though he sounded like he was reaching the end of his rope.

Suddenly, Frank buried his tool balls deep in my mouth and fired off several weak shots that I greedily gulped down savoring a surprisingly sweet taste. He pulled back, freeing himself from my mouth and stumbling backwards, collapsing into a chair as I opened my eyes. Catching my breath, I propped myself up on my elbows, I watched Barry thrusting like his life depended on it, sweat already coating his brow and his chest, which was exposed through his dress shirt that had been opened at some point while Frank had been force feeding me. I matched his energy, spewing dirty talk at him, demanding that he fuck me harder, always harder. He did his best to follow instruction, but eventually pulled free and laid down on the bed, his still hard member waving in the air. I slipped my dress, sweaty mess that it was, over my head and threw it to the side before climbing on top and aiming him home, sinking his entire length in one thrust, bellowing out a guttural moan. I slowly started gyrating my hips, causing Barry to lay his head back and sigh happily.

A grunt from elsewhere in the room drew my attention. Sitting where I’d left him, Frank was pumping his cock, back to half-hardness at the show before him. I smiled, stuck my tongue out, and swayed my tits at him, which seemed to get him to at least three quarters hardness, and I patted the bed next to us. That was all the invitation he needed, jumping onto the bed, causing Barry to sink a couple fractions of an inch deeper. He settled next to us, and I planted my hands between my legs, propping my boobs up between my arms and giving me the leverage I needed to do a carefully calculated set of rapid moves that seemed to be a minor religious experience for Barry. Frank reached over and grabbed one of my breasts, idly fumbling with the nipple.

Barry mumbled out a string of syllables that sounded roughly like “I’m gonna cum,” so I jumped off of him, sinking down between his legs and jerking him off towards my open mouth, getting my second load of the night. His load was thicker than Frank’s, but less tasty. As he finished, he seemed to deflate, not quite falling asleep, but not quite staying awake. Without missing a beat, I moved over to Frank, straddling him and sinking him to the hilt, cooing happily at the feeling of being full again, not a full minute after Barry was balls deep in me.

Frank immediately moved his hands to my hips, taking a more active role than Barry had. He winced as his head slipped inside me, still sensitive from the blowjob. He was very eager, though. As I started to move up and down slowly, he matched my movements, even as I sped up. I leaned back, as Frank seemed especially interested in my tits. I put a little extra movement in my steady strokes, getting a little extra wobble in my chest, which Frank seemed hypnotized by. As my moans increased in volume, Frank got more enthusiastic, tightening his grip on my hips, thrusting harder, grunting louder. When he started taking shallow, hissing breaths through his teeth, I knew time was short. I took a couple more deep thrusts before leaning forward and sliding in the same direction, letting his cock slip free, then sliding back to let it settle between my legs, pointing towards the ceiling, resting against my wetness. I kissed him deeply as I felt him twitch between my legs, followed by the feeling of warmth running between my legs. I continued kissing him, and he returned the favor enthusiastically, but as the twitching subsided, and the warm feeling started to cool in the blisteringly cold air conditioner that all cheap hotels seem to have, Frank seemed to trail off.

I slid to the side, standing by the bed, surveying the two spent men laying before me. Satisfied with the job I’d done, I went into the bathroom, checked myself in the mirror, finding that my makeup wasn’t quite the mess I’d expected, though my hair was a mess. I let it down and took a shower, taking my time. Back in the bedroom, both Barry and Frank were snoring. I slid in between them, enjoying the warmth radiating off of them as I slipped off to sleep.

I was woken slowly, by the divine feeling of someone between my legs. The shower was running in the next room, and as I opened my eyes, I found Frank’s head between my legs, setting off little explosions of pleasure. I purred and ran my fingers through the air. I offered to return the favor between gasps, if he wanted to move into a 69 position, but he shook his head, telling me that I had drained him. We laid there, in no hurry to get anywhere, just relaxing. He seemed to enjoy making me feel good, and I enjoyed letting him.

All good things must come to an end, though, and Barry emerged from the bathroom, telling Frank to get ready, since he had a flight to catch. As it was closing in on checkout time, I didn’t complain too much, though I would have happily let Frank continue for as long as he wanted. I gave both Ben and Frank long, intense kisses to thank them for a lovely evening, and they left. I got dressed and gathered what belongings had been unpacked, including my wadded up dress, and left the room, finding my friend giving her own hookup a very fond farewell kiss. I gave them their space, but after he left, I approached. We didn’t say much as we pulled out, but it was only a matter of time before we let each other know about our respective evenings. Before we’d even hit the interstate, I was spilling every last detail.