Of course, being male, though quite tidy, I was not nearly tidy enough for either of the ladies but we managed to negotiate acceptable house rules for...everyone. But the wedding was drawing near rapidly and I couldn't help worrying ("whittlin'" as we might say in Yorkshire).We were informed that it was not necessary to have someone 'give the bride away' and a Best Man was not essential either except to hold my hand. Which I thought just as well, as, while I did have male friends, none of them. She then stood up and began fingering her pussy while maintaining her grasp on my hard cock. She pushed me back onto the bed and slowly lowered herself onto my dick. I penetrated her pussy and she slowly took more and more of my cock. She finally became comfortable and began to ride me. She had rhythm for a white girl. Up and down taking every inch. Her tits were fucking out of control, but I needed to get a look at the ass. I rolled her over stuck her face in the pillow and jammed my dick into. As soon as I let them in the living room, they could hear Anita’s hollering and the sounds of their wild sex.Both guys just laughed nervously and told me to try keeping to keep the noise down so nobody would complain anymore…But, in the background, my sexy wife was screaming out so loud.After the cops were gone, every noise got down in our bedroomSome minutes later, the black man opened the door and he came downstairs, now fully dressed. He thanked me for letting him enjoy my wife’s body. I. I waited for my chance, as she began reaching behind her to cream her back, and managed to catch her eye.“Would you like a hand there?” I offered.“Thanks,” she said, and handed me the sun-cream. I squeezed some onto my hands and rubbed it over her back, taking care to massage it well into her skin. I rubbed her shoulders, even though they were already well creamed.I wondered if she and Matt had actually had a quick fuck down on the rocks earlier – and if he’d told her about me seeing them.