The night before the wedding, we had a rehearsal.
I introduced Honey to my best man, Paul, and my buddies from high school, who were also good churchgoers, who would serve as ushers. Paul is a big farm boy. He was the star of our high school football team.
Although the two of us are completely different physically, we have been best friends since childhood. I was the assistant to the coach for the football team, since I was too small to keep up with the big guys. We grew close nevertheless, and I always felt I was part of the team, although my only role on the field was to run out to get the kicking tee after kick-offs and field goals. Basically, I fetched water, taped ankles, cleaned up equipment, came earlier and stayed late making sure everything was in order.
The night before a wedding, a little innocent flirtation is to be expected between bridesmaids and ushers, but Honey and Eve were in another league altogether, and teased my buddies to the point of torment. Honey wore a very short mini shirt that kept hiking up, and she found many excuses to bend over and to cross and recross her legs, exposing bright red string bikini panties. Eve wore a pair of satiny skin-tight black pants, the kind that zipper on the backside, so they hug the bottom very tightly. Anyone looking closely–and who wouldn’t?–could see the lines of a thong underneath her skin-tight pants. The pants rode very low, below her hips, and she wore a midriff-bearing shirt that accentuated her already prominent breasts and the tightness and length of her waist.
Eve and Honey kept joking with Paul and my other friends, Matt, Steve, and Jeff, about how they would have to teach me what to do on my wedding night because I was so naive and inexperienced. This was all in good-natured fun, and I wanted to be a good sport, but it did make me uncomfortable.
Paul, who is built like a horse, could not keep his own reaction to Eve and Honey from being noticed, and Eve and Honey made no secret of admiring the huge bulge in his pants.
We had planned for a family dinner the night before the wedding, but Eve and Honey convinced Paul and the ushers to go out looking for fun. It is such a quiet town, there is really nothing happening at night, except to go to the movies. Eve and Honey persuaded the guys to go to a liquor store outside of town, and stocked up on distilled spirits, which they brought back to the hotel where the girls were staying in adjoining rooms, and where the wedding reception was to be held the following night, and where we would spend the first night before our honeymoon. They invited the guys and me to come and party, and, not really knowing where all this would lead, but not wanting to look unfriendly, we all agreed.
Pretty soon the girls were introducing my friends to drinking games, and everyone was getting more than a little tipsy. Against the better judgment of my friends and me, we played a strip card game at Eve and Honey’s suggestion. I had never really played cards before–my family regarded them as sinful. I was amazed at Eve’s dexterity with the cards, no doubt evidence of her misspent youth. She dealt every hand, and really knew her stuff. Watching her was almost like watching a magician.
I had the worst luck imaginable. Against all the laws of probability in a game of chance, I was the only one who lost, and I lost every hand. With each loss, all the others giggled like they were in on a joke of some kind. Piece by piece, I had a choice between taking a something called a “shot,” a whole little glass of whiskey–which I couldn’t stand–or surrendering a piece of clothing. Soon, I was naked, and a bit inebriated. I was ashamed for my friends to see my completely hairless body. When I finally lost my underpants, Paul, Matt, Steve, and Jeff just stared for a moment. Then, they laughed and teased me like they had never done before in all our years growing up together, even though I was always the smallest, in every sense of the word.
I kept playing, thinking that my luck would change, but I kept losing, and with every loss, Eve and Honey suggested other penalties that I had to endure. Eve and Honey had my friends take off their ties, and with each loss, they tied my feet and hands to a chair.
At that point, I became a trapped and bound spectator. The others continued playing and horsing around, and drinking. Finally, with me out of the game, the guys insisted that Eve stop being the dealer, and the girls started to shed their clothes bit by bit, along with the guys. Eve wriggled out of her tight pants, revealing a black thong. Her bottom was beautifully framed by the little strip of material. Even bound naked to the chair, I couldn’t help admire her and feel proud that starting tomorrow Eve would be my wife.
When Eve revealed her breasts (she lost her blouse, and hadn’t been wearing a bra), I could just see everyone stop. All eyes were glued to her magnificent breasts–big round beauties standing at attention, highlighted by nipples that extended an inch beyond her twin round mounds.
Down to her far-too-small thong panties, Eve suggested that if she lost another hand, she would have to do a dance for the guys.
They readily agreed. None of them knew of her previous job, and I don’t think any of them had ever seen a dance of the “exotic” variety.
Eve lost the very next hand. She started in front of me, swiveling her hips, and getting the predictable physical reaction for all to see. She teased me, bringing her nipples close to my mouth, but moving out of reach as I stuck out my tongue or opened my mouth for her. I grunted and moaned in desperation and desire, which the others watched with glee.
Next, she started dancing in front of Honey. Honey, whose hands, unlike mine, weren’t tied, reached up and started massaging Eve’s breasts and bottom. The guys were speechless, absolutely in awe of the scene in front of them. Before long, Eve had Honey’s shirt off and Honey up dancing with her, and the two of them put on an amazing, incredibly sexy show.
As I said, my friends are all good Christians, but Eve and Honey were too much temptation for them to resist. I couldn’t believe that my best friends, my Best Man!! and ushers for my wedding, would betray me in front of my own eyes, but Eve kept challenging them and teasing them to teach me what I should do the next night on my wedding night, to show me how a real man handles his woman. She concentrated all her feminine wiles on Paul. She coaxed off his shirt, and began playing with his hairy, barrel of a chest, cooing and saying what a big powerful man he is.
In the meantime, Honey was keeping Jeff, Matt, and Steve busy, letting them fondle her as she started removing their clothes, telling them how big and handsome they were.
What happened next was like a scene from Sodom and Gomorra. Eve took Paul’s gigantic member in her mouth, and with Honey’s coaxing, gripped Matt and Steve’s penises with each hand. Honey positioned Jeff behind Eve, and I watched as he played with my bride-to-be’s bottom and rubbed his penis up and down, around and around her beautiful buns. All the while, Honey was directing everyone and keeping it lively with teasing and encouragement for what all knew to be sinful.