Unplanned foursome at a wedding

My wife Charlotte and I have had a great sex life, and we remained a daily occurrence kind of couple even after kids. This is the story of one of the first extramarital encounters we had that has led to a series of more explorative experiences together.

About three years ago we were headed to a very good friend’s second wedding. Second weddings are fun, because you get to see a ton of people you partied with ten years ago and party again and everyone is a lot less…serious about the marriage happening in front of them. After one particularly erotic night in Amsterdam with a hired second cock, Charlotte and I had been talking about expanding our bedroom experiments to include a regular third, but we hadn’t found anyone yet (and we hadn’t actually discussed specifically if we were looking for women or men or either). We definitely had our eye on a particular guest at the wedding who was unmarried herself and had had a threesome with another couple at the last wedding we were all at. Our low key goal was to somehow get her to come back to the hotel with us, but we didn’t really have a plan.

Which turned out not to matter, since she had brought a date and was clearly not on the market in the same way she’d been at the first wedding. So we ended up forgetting about the plan and just having an amazing time at a wedding reception, which was being held in a very large New England estate on the coast of Rhode Island the January before COVID. Someone’s cousin must have been a Kennedy or something, idk, but there were about 60 rooms, and a few swimming pools and hot tubs around.

And somehow we found ourselves, at about 1am, as two of the last four people still hanging out (in that wing of the house, anyway), both of us thrilled to be taking advantage of a night without children. We were smoking a joint with another couple our age, Jenn and Andrew, who we’d hung with the last time around as well, all of us were drunk, stoned, and had been partying since brunch. Jenn complained of being cold, and my wife suggested we all get in the hot tub on the top floor porch. Jenn and Andrew shied off saying they hadn’t brought bathing suits when Charlotte stunned me by saying: “We didn’t either, it’s no big deal”. She immediately blushed, though Andrew and Jenn seemed fine with the idea and agreed without so much as a look between them. This should have been an obvious hint, but I missed the significance of this in the moment.

We went up to our rooms, which were two doors down on the top floor. Their room exited closest to the hot tub, which was in a round porch. The railing made it impossible to see anything happening in the tub from any of the other rooms along the row. We they each went back to our rooms, Charlotte and I stripped in front of each other (we both do yoga) and I admired my wife’s gorgeous curves, her shoulder length curly hair, her trimmed pubic hair and the gorgeous lips it doesn’t cover at all, and I got hard immediately at the thought of her walking out nude and sharing her physique with acquaintances.

We each grabbed a robe but I had to wait a minute and stop throbbing before going outside. I’m pretty sure that walking out to the hot tub with a full on erection is considered tacky. Andrew and Jenn were already in the tub, though I noticed they only brought towels, neatly folded on the chair. My wife and I were then left to disrobe and join them, which was a bit awkward, especially as I noticed Andrew staring openly at my wife, then noticed Jenn staring unashamedly at my semi erect cock, not even bothering to try and hide her eagerness about the whole thing.

We got in the tub with them quickly, it was January and cold, and Andrew poured us all a glass of brut from a bottle he’d apparently opened. We were all past tipsy and it was approaching 2am, and there was a tension in the air you could cut with a spatula. Nobody said anything, it was honestly well past awkward, and then Jenn kinda slid herself over towards Charlotte and started pawing at her breast a bit, smiling to herself and not acknowledging me or her husband. We both stared as she started to suck on Charlotte’s nipples, hard as diamonds from the cold and arousal.

She started making out with my wife, her hands cupping her face as she kissed her, then, still passionately kissing, her hands slid to my wife’s breasts, and then down across her body. I couldn’t see under the water, but after a minute my wife tossed her head back a bit, closed her eyes, tensed her whole body, and began to shudder. Jenn was nibbling on her neck, one hand moving vigorously under water as my wife reached out towards me and pulled me closer.

She grabbed my throbbing penis under the water and indicated I should bring it up to her mouth. I immediately complied and she started sucking greedily on my cock as Jenn fingered her to another climax.

Andrew was by now rubbing his wife’s shoulders as she moved up to make out with Charlotte. Charlotte took her mouth off my cock to return the kiss, when without warning Jenn buried her head down over it, her tongue slobbering across my shaft as she pushed herself down as far as her throat could manage. My wife stared up at me in surprised delight, her eyes glowing. Andrew raised himself out of the water to display a respectable and girthy 7″, which my wife immediately moved towards and hesitantly kissed on the tip, then swirled her tongue around, then took the head into her mouth, caressing Andrew’s balls in the way she’s learned I love, watching Jenn with a sidelong look the whole time. I stared, fixated, on my mate’s eager fellatio on a passing acquaintance, then looked down to see Jenn staring up at me while trying and not quite succeeding to deep throat my cock and tongue my balls at the same time.

After a minute or so of this Andrew and I both got incredibly cold and slipped back into the water, all four of us eagerly exploring with our hands under water. Jenn suggested we go inside “where it’s warmer” and we all jumped out and grabbed towels, though I noticed that nobody seemed to bother wrapping themselves up after drying off.

Once inside and dry, tipsy and tired but buzzed with sexual excitement, Charlotte leapt onto their bed, got on her hands and knees, and started eagerly sucking my cock again, while Andrew pushed Jenn back onto the bed and started licking her between the legs, her reddish pubic hair glistening with moisture. Jenn reached over and fingered Charlotte from behind, causing her to moan with pleasure as she came again, triggering Jenn’s own grunting orgasm. Andrew stood at the edge of the bed and started fucking his wife with long steady strokes, his thumb gently stimulating her clit as she bucked her hips into him. Charlotte repositioned herself so her vagina was right above Jenn’s face and lowered enough to let her lick and explore while she sucked me off.

This went on for a minute until Andrew made eye contact with me and with a sort of gesture and raised eyebrow asked for silent permission to finger my wife. I reached down and grabbed her ass myself, running a finger down her slit and to where Jenn’s tongue was hard at work on her engorged clit, then motioned for Andrew to have at it, at which point he slid two wet fingers into my wife’s pussy, the pussy his own moaning spouse was currently munching on vigorously.

He slid his fingers in and out of Charlotte’s dripping snatch until she lost control, dropped her head to the bed, and bucked her hips into Jenn’s face in an intense orgasm until Jenn was finally forced to tap her on the hip in order to come up for air. Andrew held his steady rhythm and lost control, grabbing his wife’s hips and cumming deep in her. Jenn took a minute to catch her breath, and Charlotte got up and grabbed her some tissues before she went off to the bathroom. Andrew collapsed back onto the bed, breathing deeply, and with his cock glistening with the results of his loving encounter. Charlotte got back onto the bed, on her hands and knees, and kept going down on me. Andrew was clearly exhausted after orgasm, but she edged her ass over towards him so he got a full view of her trimmed pussy, and eventually reached up to start fingering her again.

She wiggled her ass as if to say “nuh uh” and looked back at him, sticking her tongue out and indicating her wishes. Andrew rolled himself over to get his face under my wife’s wet snatch, and with an arm wrapped around each hip he held her down and ate her out from below. Her moans of pleasure felt amazing as I held her hair and slowly thrust myself as far into her throat as I knew she could handle. Eventually the pressure was too much and I grabbed Charlotte’s shoulders and spun her around so I could fuck her, finally. Her pink pussy was dripping wet with saliva, and I slid my whole length in easily as she gasped. Andrew got onto his knees and leaned back, but within reach, as I started thrusting and grunting, grabbing my wife’s curvy ass and pushing her forwards towards his rising cock.

Jenn came out of the loo and grinned as my wife finally took Andrew’s cock in her mouth, the semi-dry cum and Jenn’s juices being thrust rhythmically against her tongue in time with my thrusts. Charlotte began to grunt and moan with every thrust, and I fucked her harder and harder until I could feel my own orgasm building, and Jenn’s hand on my torso, her other reaching down to Charlotte’s clit, stimulating my wife to another massive orgasm just as I reached my own climax. Jenn pushed Charlotte forwards and grabbed my dick as I began to spurt, putting her face down where my wife’s pussy had been a moment ago and getting as much of my cum as she could into her mouth, though the first spurt or two went across her face. She held me in her mouth as I pulsed through my orgasm, and Charlotte looked back at me, dazed, before bobbing her head back down onto Andrew’s cock.

Jenn Looked up at me, then rolled my wife onto her back and kissed her deeply, exchanging a mouth full of semen and passionately kissing her, Charlotte’s shocked eyes locked with hers. Andrew lay back and watched our wives make out, my cum dripping from one to the other, and I buried my face between my wife’s legs and licked every inch of her open and welcoming pussy until she cried out again, arched her back, and bucked her hips into my jaw for the last orgasm of the evening.

After that we all awkwardly shared another glass of water or brut, as people preferred, and Charlotte and I went back to our room, finally collapsing before dawn after another hour of slow and intimate fucking.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/tq6lem/unplanned_foursome_at_a_wedding