Before we knew it we were ordering pizza and showing off our bridal attire to the best man (a cross dresser who enjoys dresses immensely). While I was...in the bathroom helping the bride, Mark and Christy were making out, hands on each other's faces and tongues peeking through open mouths only stopping as the bride and I re-entered the room, hoping they wouldn't get caught. The night progressed and I noticed them stealing kisses when they thought no one was looking. After about 45 minutes of them. My friend had a happy time teasing me. Well, life is weird. My friend called me in the evening to say there was no news. I was pretty stumped. Imagine waiting impatiently for something… and then nothing happens! I found myself sulking about the fact that she didn’t feel the same way I felt! Some justice!! I shook myself mentally and wondered – what the heck – it wasn’t the end of the world. I mean, here was an attractive woman I met. So what? I met them all the time. Nevertheless, I was a bit. Fucking him bareback, it just took it to another level! All I could think of was that another man was completely bare inside of me, experiencing me in exactly the same way you do. I loved that.” “Loved what?” My husband asked me “Hmm…that I was doing it. That another man was ‘knowing me’ just like you do. That I was craving another man’s uncovered cock so much. Soon I was telling him I wanted him to cum in me and I surprised myself how much I meant it. He didn’t have to be told twice, he. I run my tongue across his lips, and he opens his mouth to let me in. We make out for about a minute, then he breaks it off and tells me to put him down, which I do. He starts rubbing my hard-on through my pants. What is it that you were saying before we had to go back yesterday? He asks, innocent eyes boring up into mine. I answer I was about to tell you something that grown-ups do to each other. It feels really good. What is it? He asks excitedly. It may sound a bit gross, but its really.