"But I can't come out with nothing on but my shorts. Your husband would kill me if he came in and saw me shaving half naked with you two here," he tri...d to reason, then added, "Not to say anything about what Connie and Denise would do to me."The two women giggled. "We belong to our husband," Laura said, "and we will always be his. Besides, he's aware we're here to help you get dressed, and so are your fiancées. He's not jealous because he doesn't have to be, nor will he ever have reason to be,. 'Not bad' he thought to himself and tried to imagine his wife with a figure like that. Daphne, his wife, was five years older than him and she had definitely seen better days. Once upon a time they had enjoyed some good sex but not anymore. It was years since they had done it together and Ben had had to resort to masturbation to satisfy himself, something that he found himself doing more and more nowadays. He took another sip of his beer and glanced up again and his eyes met those of the woman. Peter and I left the wedding dance early and he told everyone to have a good time but he had something important to attend to. That made everyone laugh knowing exactly what he meant. Peter took me back to our home, carried me into the house and giving me a little kiss sat me down on the bed. I sat there for a minute while the words from my mother echoed in my mind, so with Peter still sitting on the bed I stood up and slowly removed my wedding gown. The top was a see through corset but my veil. She didn’t even answer, but got down to business. As she stroked my hard cock, she was sitting at my hips beside my body, with her legs crossed. I instinctly ran my hand up onto her leg, right on the inside of her thigh. She continued to stroke as she scooted a little closer, allowing me to touch her pussy. I felt the kinky brush of pubic hair. As I got more and more excited, my finger went further into her pussy.I suddenly stopped her and asked, “Kristy, Sweety, can I ask you to do.