“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.
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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?”