Triplets Make Five

“It comes with the trade, man,” I told him. “When you attend enough industry balls and evening wear conferences as I do, you learn a few things. They don’t make life any more enjoyable, though.”

I didn’t see Victoria until the actual rehearsal. There I was, standing in line with the other groomsmen when she came strutting down the aisle with the bridesmaids. She looked a thousand times better than the bride. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I stood transfixed and ogled her luscious curves sauntering down the aisle. Flowers decorated her hair, and a close pearl choker accentuated her willowy neck.

What would it be like to watch her walk down the aisle at her own wedding? I let my imagination run away with me. I let myself fantasize I was the nervous groom, and she was coming to meet me at the altar. Her eyes glowed right at me all the way down the aisle. Her lips spread into a bright smile.

Then she slipped out of my sight again. I had to turn to face the altar, so all I could see were Charlie and Mandy. Victoria and the other bridesmaids stood behind my line of sight, but I didn’t listen to the rehearsal service. She occupied my whole awareness even when I couldn’t see her.

Did she think about me? Was she imagining marrying me? Would me proposing to her come out of left field, or would it fall into her vision of us together? Either way, it was meant to be. I understood that when we got together in Vegas. Nothing could keep us apart. It was just a matter of time.

After the rehearsal, everyone went to the dining room for the rehearsal dinner. Long trestle tables stretched the length of the room. Name cards sat at every place, and what do you know, I found myself sitting right next to Victoria.

I murmured to her in an undertone so no one could hear me. “How have you been?”

“Not too bad. You really had Mandy and Charlie worried when you got so busy with work these last few weeks. They wondered if you would show up today.”

My head whipped around to stare at her profile. “Were you worried, too? Did you worry I wouldn’t show up? Did you think I would pull a jailbird on you and fly away?”

Her ears turned pink. “I won’t lie to you. I wasn’t sure if you had second thoughts. I wondered what could be so important that you wouldn’t even text me to say hi.”

“I’m sorry you worried,” I told her. “What was so important was planning the rest of our lives. I couldn’t exactly go public on our relationship in the middle of Charlie’s wedding, could I?”

She whirled around to face me. “Is that the only reason?”

“Of course, it is, Victoria. Don’t you think it kills me that I can’t shout it from the rooftops that you’re having my baby? It’s torture.”

A beautiful flush spread across her cheeks. What it did to me to be sitting nose to nose with her and not be able to kiss her in front of all those people! “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have doubted you.”

“You never have to doubt me. I’ll always be right here, but I can’t make my move until all this kafuffle is over.”

She studied me for a brief instant. Then she nodded toward the door. “Do you feel like getting out of here?”

I swallowed my pate. “You mean, like, ditch the rehearsal dinner?”

“Not ditch it. Just....you know...for a second.”

I glanced around. She wasn’t actually suggesting this, was she? Duck out, just for a second? Fuck! Why ever not?

I slid back my chair and strolled out of the room. I wasn’t sure where to go, so I just went wherever. I had no idea where I was going when I bumped into her coming from the other exit door. She headed straight for me and took hold of my hand.

My heart threatened to break through my ribs. If only I’d brought the ring, I would have gone down on one knee right there in the lobby. She didn’t give me a chance to say anything. She veered off into the garden outside.

The instant we got out the door, she was all over me. She mangled my lips between her teeth. She slithered her hands inside my jacket to grope all over my chest and under my armpits. She tugged at my belt until I had to grab her hands to stop her dropping my drawers right there in front of God and everyone.

I hustled her into a corner to give us some protection in case anybody walked out on us. Once out of sight, I couldn’t hold her back. She whipped my belt open and dove her hand into my pants. She found my hard-on all ready for her. She bent down and gave it a nasty little suck. Oh, she could suck the life out of any man with those wicked lips of hers. She didn’t finish me off, though.

She stood up and flashed me her come-on-and-take-me eyes. I never could resist those eyes, especially not with her curvy pregnant body so incredibly hot in my hands. I spun her around and shoved her voluptuous chest against the wall. She squeaked in surprise, but I already hitched up her skirts and trailed my cock between her alabaster thighs. I found the engorged slit between her frilly petals, and I was in.

She crammed that ass back against me. Forget delicate and loving and tender. This was all brutal passion and heinous excitement. A few blistering strokes, and she whined in primal desire. Her juices singed my cock, but I wouldn’t stop. I wanted this as much as she did, and we had a dining hall full of guests probably wondering where we were. We had to be quick.

Her ass gave me a dozen hard slaps, and her head pitched forward. Her hair curtained off her face, but angelic whining orgasms rippled from her ruby lips. She gushed all over my cock, and I poured out my soul into her foaming vent.

An explosion of laughter and applause echoed out of the hall and distracted me from doing anything else. Her head shot up, and she shook the hair out of her face. She glanced around. She was thinking the same thing. We had to get back in there.

She straightened her skirt and disappeared while I worked overtime to get myself together. I just nailed my pregnant wife in the garden outside her brother’s wedding venue. Even if she weren't my real wife just yet, she would be soon.

She straightened her dress, gave me a quick kiss on the lips and ran back inside.

I zipped up Johnson and adjusted my bow tie. I shrugged my jacket into place and started for the door. My foot crossed the threshold when a hand closed around my arm like a vise. I spun around and came face to face with Charlie.