The Mammoth Book of Threesomes and Moresomes

One Last Fling

Kristina Wright

“We’re Vegas bound,” Douglas said, helping me into the back of our sleek, black limousine.

The neon lights outside Club Europa reflected off my silver-sequined minidress, causing it to sparkle like a disco ball. I made a half-hearted effort to preserve my modesty as I climbed into the limo, tugging my dress with one hand while I held a glass of champagne in the other. I wasn’t particularly successful at either, as I felt a cool breeze on my ass and the trickle of champagne on my wrist. I fell into the back of the limo in a fit of giggles and waited for my entourage to join me.

“Oh, but I’m not finished dancing!”

Alex got in beside me, his long limbs tangling with mine as we made room for two more. “It’s three hours to Vegas and the girls are waiting for you. You’ll dance the night away tomorrow night.”

“Fuck the night away, is more like it,” Douglas said, as he and Neil climbed in and sat across from us.

Neil tapped the partition between the driver and us. “We’re ready,” he called. “Let’s get the bride to Vegas.”

The limo pulled away from the kerb in front of my favourite dance club and I waved goodbye as if I would never see it again. I was giddy and tipsy and very cosy in the back of the limo with my three favourite men — besides my fiance Simon, of course. What can I say? I’ve always been a tomboy and that has translated into deep, meaningful — and sometimes even platonic — friendships with men. Not that I don’t have female friends, I do. They were waiting for me at the Bellagio in Vegas and in the morning we’d be getting massages and pedicures and talking about boys before I walked down the aisle. But I had wanted my last night as a single woman to be spent with my three closest male friends.

It had been Simon’s idea for my bachelorette party to end up in Vegas, where we were to be married the following evening. Now, I was floating happily along thanks to the beautiful, bubbly champagne that kept flowing into my glass from endless bottles provided by my attentive staff of three. I was dressed in sparkly sequins and smoky mascara, looking very much the part of a party girl out for a night of dancing and debauchery. I smiled like the proverbial cat that has eaten the cream and curled up contentedly on the leather seat next to Alex.

“Well, lady, did we show you a good last night?” Alex asked, refilling my glass yet again.

I giggled as I sipped the expensive champagne. “Absolutely. We made quite a scene on the dance floor.”

It was true. We’d popped into three clubs over the course of the evening and caused a bit of a stir every time as I led the men out to the centre of the dance floor. Gyrating with three men is likely to garner a lot of attention. Not that I minded. I loved having all eyes on me and my boys. Alex, at six-four and with almost white-blond hair, often caused enough of a stir on his own. But throw in former football-playing Douglas with his rugged good looks and Neil, with the lean, muscular body of a runner, and I was certain every woman in every club was jealous of me. The best part was the safe feeling I had surrounded by men who knew me at least as well as Simon did. I snuggled against Alex’s shoulder and sighed. Douglas and Neil sat across from us, drinking beer from the well-stocked limo fridge.

“I could get used to this, if I wasn’t getting married tomorrow.”

Douglas winked at me. “Why would you trade in wild nights of dancing with your own personal harem for boring married life?”

“Aren’t harem boys usually eunuchs?”

“Definitely no eunuchs here,” Alex said, gruffly.

We laughed at that. Alex’s sexual conquests were almost as legendary as, well, my own. I’d tested those waters a time or two and decided he had earned his reputation as a cocksman. Of course, Douglas wasn’t a slouch in the bedroom, either. The only mystery for me was Neil. Bedroom-eyed, soft-spoken Neil was a big question mark to me. I glanced at him now — wondering things probably better left unknown.

The limo turned a corner a little too sharply, which pressed me a little closer to Alex. “Hey, Mr Limo Driver,” I called through the darkened partition. “Please be careful! I’m getting married tomorrow.”

The partition lowered enough for me to see blue eyes staring at me in the rear-view mirror. “Yes, ma’am. My apologies.”

I giggled. “Is OK.”

“It’s official,” Neil said. “She’s drunk.”

I harrumphed in a very unladylike fashion.

“I am not drunk. I’m just a little bit tipsy.”

Alex’s hand, which had been on my knee since the corner turn, seemed to have accidentally slid up my thigh. “Well, I’m drunk.”

As if to prove his intoxication, he stroked my thigh seductively. His fingers felt warm on my bare skin. I couldn’t tell if he was messing with me or being serious. The possibility that he might be serious was exciting — and also proof that I was most definitely a little drunk. I made a low murmur of pleasure and the three men laughed. I didn’t like that at all. I was the bride, damn it! I wanted to be pampered and coddled and. . other things.

“Uh-oh. Watch out, Alex,” Douglas said. “You know how she gets when she’s drunk.”

I tilted my head and finished the last of the champagne in my glass before holding it out for another refill from Alex’s bottomless bottle. “Do tell, Douglas. How do I get?”

“Oh, love, you know how you get,” Alex answered good-naturedly as he refilled my glass. “Don’t you?”

Alex, more so than the other two, always knew how to calm me down from one of my bitchy moods. I looked into his twinkling green eyes and smiled. I covered his hand with mine, wondering if I dared move his hand just a couple of inches higher. The thought made me squirm and sigh.

“Oh yeah. I remember now.” I licked my lips, noting the way his gaze followed the tip of my tongue from one corner of my mouth to the other. “I get very needy when I’m drunk.”

“Very needy,” Alex said. “That’s certainly one way of phrasing it, babe.”

“She’s needed me on more than one occasion.” Douglas smirked, giving Neil’s shoulder a nudge as if the whole thing was a big joke. “Haven’t you, doll?”

I pouted. “I don’t remember.”

“I remember.” Alex topped off my champagne glass. “Douglas’ birthday, three years ago. You did naughty things with his birthday cake and then you disappeared into his bedroom for a good half-hour-”

“It was an hour,” Douglas interrupted.

“Fine, a good hour. And when you came out you had birthday cake in your hair-”

Douglas laughed. “Among other places.”

“I did not!” Of course I had, but I felt like I needed to defend my feminine honour in the face of their laughter at my exploits.

“Then there was that night we got thrown out of that club — what was the name of it? — because you pulled me into the bathroom. The women’s bathroom,” Alex went on.

I glared at him. “My zipper broke on my dress.”

“Before or after he went into the bathroom with you?” Douglas asked.

Neil had remained quiet through their ribbing, but now he finished his beer and shook his head. “You’ve never needed me.”

I opened my mouth to say something, but he was right. All of my drunk fooling around over the years had been with Alex and Douglas, mostly because I knew they didn’t take it more seriously than what it was. Neil was different, though. I always suspected he had a bit of a thing for me and while I adored him and thought he was sexy as hell, his attraction was purely physical. I might play with the boys, but Simon had my heart and I felt like that was the one part of me Neil might demand if I let things go too far. But, like earlier, I was starting to wonder what I had missed.

“My loss.” I gave Neil a sad smile. “You know I love you anyway, right?”

“I don’t think we’re talking about love here,” Neil said, looking away as the limo moved through the quiet city streets.

The mood had shifted in the limo and I looked at Alex with dismay. Sensing my discomfort, he offered, “Well, the night’s still young — and she’s definitely drunk.”

The men laughed, even Neil, and I relaxed a little. It was hard to think about Neil’s hurt feelings with Alex’s hand making slow, sensual circles on my thigh. I wriggled against him, which moved Alex’s hand just a bit higher on my leg and under the edge of my dress. He was so very close to touching my pussy I considered how much more I could slide down before I would be on the floor. It was a fleeting thought — and an unnecessary one. Alex spread his fingers on my thigh. His long fingers. Then he wiggled them lightly against the edge of my panties. I bit my lip to keep from moaning.

“Guess she’s feeling needy,” Neil said. “Is the bride-to-be wet already?”

I made a face at him. “That’s rude.”

“Yes, it is,” Alex agreed. “And I don’t know if she’s wet.”

They laughed at me again. I couldn’t help but laugh with them as I enjoyed the feeling of Alex’s finger rubbing lazily against me. “You are all bad,” I said. “And I love it.”Alex leaned down to whisper in my ear, “If you spread your legs just a bit, love, I promise you will love it even more.”

How can a girl say no to that? I did as he suggested, spreading my thighs far enough apart that my dress rode up to my hips and gave Douglas and Neil a glimpse of my lacy white panties. I watched them watching me, getting more and more turned on by the way the night was going. Alex cupped my panty-clad pussy and gave it a gentle squeeze. I gasped, Douglas groaned and Alex made an appreciative sound low in his throat. Neil just stared, his heavy-lidded eyes watching me. I looked past him and saw another pair of eyes staring at me from the rear-view window. I smiled and winked, thoroughly enjoying the attention.

“Oh yes, the little minx is quite wet,” Alex confirmed. “Despite your little white virginal panties, I think you’re the bad one, Victoria.”

I nodded in agreement. “Oh yes, I’m quite bad.”

“Should I stop then?”

By way of an answer, I covered his hand again and pressed it to my pussy. “You’d better not.”

“We’re almost to the highway,” the driver announced. “Shall I make one last rest stop before the drive to Las Vegas?”

Just then, Alex slipped a finger under the edge of my panties and pushed just the tip into my pussy. “Yes,” I gasped. Then, quickly added, “No, no! That won’t be necessary.”

“Excuse me, ma’am?”

I met the driver’s eyes in the rear-view mirror again, wondering just how much of our back-seat antics he could see.

“I’m sorry, we were talking about something else,” I said breathlessly as Alex pushed his finger inside me just a little bit farther.

Douglas and Neil exchanged amused looks.

“This is the best conversation I’ve ever had,” Neil said, seeming to have recovered his sense of humour. I liked him better this way — my familiar old friend instead of the one who might have gotten away.

I stuck my tongue out at them. “Just drive, please.”

“Certainly, ma’am,” the driver said. “We should be in Las Vegas in a little under three hours. Let me know if you need anything.”

“I wouldn’t mind doing a little less talking,” Douglas said. “I think actions speak louder than words.”

I heard something in his voice that promised pleasure. For me. The combination of champagne and familiarity had left me utterly without inhibitions.

“What would you like to do, Douglas?” I asked, raising my hips to Alex’s questing hand. Alex obliged me by sliding his hand down the front of my panties and giving my bare pussy a squeeze.

Douglas slipped to his knees on the floor of the limo. “I’d like to have my mouth too full to talk.”

“Seems like she’s already occupied,” Neil commented. Whatever his feelings for me, he was clearly enjoying the show.

As if by silent agreement, Alex withdrew his hand from my panties and pulled the lacy fabric to the side. My bare, bikini-waxed — and increasingly wet — pussy was exposed to Douglas’ view. He moved forwards between my legs, pushing my knees apart with his hands. I squirmed on the seat, my pulse quickening in anticipation of what was to come. But Douglas made me wait. He stared at my exposed pussy, nostrils flaring as if he was taking in my scent. He was so close that I could feel the warmth of his breath on my aroused flesh. The silence in the limo was almost tangible — even the road sounds seemed to have faded beneath the pounding of my heart.

“Lick her,” Alex said, giving voice to my silent plea. “She’s dying for it.”

Douglas looked into my eyes, one eyebrow cocked, as if seeking my permission.

I nodded. “Please.”

His tongue felt like velvet on my engorged sex. With the broad flat of his tongue, he lapped at me. I moaned, raising my hips to his mouth, wanting more. He licked me slowly, as if we were alone and had all the time in the world, his tongue dipping between the valley of my pussy lips and up over my swollen clit. Again and again, he licked me with those slow, methodical strokes designed to torment me even while they gave me pleasure. I moved my hips against his mouth, seeking more.

Alex slipped the strap of my dress over my shoulder, exposing my breast. Then he dipped his head to suck my nipple into his mouth. I moaned, tugging the other strap down and cupping my breasts, offering them to Alex’s lips. Douglas shifted lower, hooking my legs over his shoulders as he devoured me with his mouth.

I looked at Neil. He watched the three of us, his expression one of barely controlled lust as his hand moved slowly over his crotch. It excited me to know he was watching — an observer rather than a participant. I wanted more, though. I wanted to see him stroke himself. I opened my mouth to say just that, but Alex chose that moment to flick my clit with his finger as Douglas dipped his tongue between the lips of my pussy. I moaned, the combination of sensations driving me out of my mind and to the brink of orgasm. I tucked my head against Alex’s shoulder, my eyes fluttering closed as I pushed my aroused body at the two men who pleasured me.

“She’s going to come,” Alex said. “Lick her faster.”

Douglas’ tongue licked along my wet opening while Alex stroked my clitoris with his fingertips. I clutched at Douglas’ hair and tightened my thighs around his bent head. Every muscle in my body went taut, my damp skin feeling hypersensitive in my arousal. Then Douglas sucked my clit — and Alex’s finger — into his mouth and I came.

“Oh, yes!” I gasped, nearly sliding off the seat as my orgasm slammed into me. “Oh God!”

“You naughty little girl. Come hard for us,” Alex whispered in my ear. “Come on his tongue. Show us what a very bad girl you are.”

I rode wave after wave of orgasm as Douglas nursed gently at my throbbing clit. Alex rubbed his wet fingertip over my nipple and sucked it into his mouth again, his soft moan telling me just how much he was enjoying the experience. When I gently nudged Douglas away from my sensitive clit, his mouth shiny with my wetness. He grinned and licked his lips. “Delicious.”

“Thanks,” I said, feeling a little light-headed.

Alex squeezed my pussy again.

“So juicy. I don’t think you’re done.”

I shook my head. “I don’t think so either.”

Douglas moved my legs off his shoulders and shifted on to the bench seat beside me. Now, Alex and Douglas sat on either side of me while our silent observer sat across from us. If Neil felt left out of our debauchery, he didn’t show it. He smiled, sipping his beer and looking from my face to my still spread legs.

I took a steadying breath, my pulse still throbbing. “This is turning out to be quite a bachelorette party.”

“If you were a guy, we would be at a strip club right now buying you lap dances from pretty girls pretending to get off,” Alex said.

“Pretty girls stripping for me.” I contemplated that for a moment. “That wouldn’t have been so bad. But sexy boys stripping and getting off for me would be infinitely more fun, I think.”

For the first time — perhaps ever — I think I shocked them. Alex and Douglas went very still on either side of me. Neil glanced through the tinted window at the darkness racing by. I giggled at their sudden incongruous modesty.

“C’mon, you have seen each other naked at the gym countless times,” I said. “What’s the big deal about getting naked for me?”

There was a lot of throat clearing and looking anywhere but at me, while I shook my head in feminine disgust. Men who thought nothing of revealing the naughtiest, kinkiest details of their sex lives, not to mention watching me expose myself and writhe in pleasure in front of them, were suddenly shy schoolboys when it came to stripping down in front of each other.

Alex was the first to break the awkward silence. “Naked and, er — naked — are two different things.” He gestured towards his lap where his erection made an impressive tent. “I wouldn’t want to intimidate these guys, after all.”

“Yeah, right,” Douglas snorted. “That’s the reason I don’t want to strip in front of you — I’m intimidated by your enormous dick.”

“Mmm,” I murmured, running one fingertip along the hard ridge of flesh in Alex’s pants. “Enormous dick. I vaguely remember. .”

Alex snorted. “Vaguely? I’d think it would be etched in your memory.”

While the three of us were joking around, Neil watched and kept silent. I studied him as Alex and Douglas continued to trade barbs about the size of their equipment. Though his body appeared relaxed, with his legs stretched out in front of him and his arms across the back of the seat, he was staring at me hungrily. I liked the way he looked at me, as if I were the only thing that could satisfy him. It reminded me of Simon.

“You’re awfully quiet,” I said. “What do you think, Neil?”

He shrugged. “It’s your party, babe. If you want me to get naked and jerk off, I’ll get naked and jerk off.”

Suddenly, I lost all interest in Alex and Douglas. They were familiar, predictable. Men’s men. Or boys’ boys. They’d goad each other into doing something neither of them would willingly do on his own. On the other hand, Neil — whom I had always assumed to be the more prudish of the three — was willing to do whatever I wanted without coaxing or bribery. I loved it.

“That would be. . delicious,” I said, searching for just the right word. “You’d do that for me?”

Neil nodded solemnly. “If that’s what you want.”

“I guess Neil is the only one who wants to make me happy,” I teased.

Douglas and Alex were quiet, sitting on either side of me like silent bodyguards. I could almost feel the tension in the confined space as they contemplated what Neil was agreeing to do — and what they didn’t want to do. Neither wanted to back down, especially when they thought they had the upper hand over Neil, who had missed out on the fun thus far. Their desire for whatever kinky games might transpire once they were naked was still outweighed by their heterosexual drive to be the only man in play.

While they considered their options, Neil made the first move. If he was embarrassed to strip down while the three of us watched, he didn’t show it. He only had eyes for me as he loosened his tie and unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt. While there is a certain pleasure in watching a man undress, I found myself anxious for him to hurry. I had never seen him naked before. I had never even kissed him, much less touched his bare chest. Suddenly, I was sure the look in his eyes was mirrored in my own. Desire. Need. A pull so strong it was almost physical. I wanted him. And since this was the only time I would ever have him, I wanted to take my time enjoying him.

Part of me felt guilty for ignoring Alex and Douglas as Neil stripped off his shirt to reveal a lean torso and finely sculpted muscles. These two men had been my friends and play partners in the past and there was no reason to exclude them now, even if my attention would be focused on Neil. Of course, it really depended on whether they would participate, but I fully intended to give them the chance.

“Well, boys, what about you?” I asked them, resting a hand over each of their crotches. Their arousal turned me on almost as much as Neil arching up off the seat to tug off his trousers.

“What about us?” Douglas asked, sounding almost offended, even as his cock twitched beneath my gentle stroking.

“Neil isn’t the only one who is going to get naked, is he?”

At that moment, Neil stripped off his confining boxer briefs, revealing a thick, heavily veined cock. He sat back down, his hand curling around his erection as he looked at me for instruction.

“That depends,” Alex said, his voice thick with lust. “What’s in it for us?”

I laughed. “Like the man said, it’s my party, babe. You’ll just have to get naked and find out.”

Then there were two more men undressing in the limo as it headed for Las Vegas. I felt drunk on more than champagne as I watched them reveal themselves for my pleasure. I was dizzy trying to look from one to the other, watching as Douglas stripped off his shirt and exposed that muscular torso I had once rubbed against until I had a very wet orgasm. Then I was staring at Alex as he unfastened his pants, revealing the fabric of his underwear stretched tautly over his erection.

“I guess we know who the bigger man really is,” Alex conceded, glancing at Neil. It was true — even without a measuring tape it looked as if Neil had a couple of inches on both of them. Not that it mattered to me, but I was excited to know they were looking at each other too.

I stroked Alex’s cock through his pants. “It’s not the size of the ship-”

“-it’s the motion of the ocean,” he finished with a grin. “I remember rocking the waves pretty hard a time or two.”

“Oh yeah,” I breathed as he lowered his mouth over mine.

We kissed hungrily, tongues tasting of beer and champagne. I freed him of his pants and squeezed his cock until he moaned into my mouth. He returned the favour by fondling my breasts, tweaking my nipples hard just the way I liked.

“Hey, what about me?”

Eyes closed, I shifted to kiss Douglas. The taste and texture of him was different from Alex — rougher, more nipping of teeth than caressing of tongues. Alex continued to pinch and squeeze my nipples as I used my other hand to play with Douglas’ erection. A cock in each hand, my breasts being played with while I kissed each in turn — I felt like my senses were being overloaded. I couldn’t find a rhythm because each man’s attention was different. Alex was slow and languid; Douglas was quick and intense. I was caught between their desires, my own building to an almost painful need. I crossed and uncrossed my legs, my pussy sadly neglected.

I remembered Neil and pulled my mouth away from Douglas to look at him. He was angled in the corner, one leg stretched out along the seat, the other bent at the knee. He fisted his heavy cock as he watched us, a thoughtful smirk on his face. I wondered what he was thinking as he made long, slow strokes up the length of his erection. I not only wanted his body, I wanted inside his head.

“Let me know when you’re ready for me,” he said, when he saw the direction of my gaze.

Those few words were enough to make me whimper in need. I watched Neil while I continued to play with the two cocks on either side of me. I mimicked his strokes, feeling some strange pull towards him that I had never had — or never admitted to — before. While Douglas and Alex made guttural sounds of pleasure, Neil remained silent, that enigmatic smile in place as he showed me how he pleasured himself.

“I want you,” I whispered. “Now.”

Everything changed between us with that proclamation.

Neil’s smile was pure satisfaction, as if he had already gotten the sexual release he craved. “Anything the lady wants.”

“What about us?” Alex asked, closing his hand around mine as I stroked him.

“I want Neil.”

Douglas whispered hoarsely, “Just don’t stop touching me.”

Neil followed Douglas’ lead from earlier, slipping to his knees in front of me. I spread my legs, offering myself like a gift. He dipped his head between my thighs and licked me — softer than Douglas, like he was licking foam from a latte. I sighed, shifting forwards on the seat to give him full access. I could feel wetness trickling between the cheeks of my bottom and I was sure I was leaving a puddle on the limo upholstery, but I didn’t care.

I spread my legs over Alex and Douglas’ legs. Each of them put a hand high on my thigh, as if framing my pussy for Neil’s pleasure. I met the bemused gaze of the driver in the rear-view mirror and winked at him before closing my eyes and giving myself over to the pleasure of Neil’s slow, infuriating licks. He nibbled my labia, sucking each plump lip into his mouth before circling my clit with the tip of this tongue. When I didn’t think I could bear the teasing any longer, he took my swollen clit between his lips and sucked it.

I gasped, whimpering, “Oh, I can’t take any more! It’s too much!”

He ignored me and continued sucking, as if intent on drawing every sound and sensation he could from my body. I reflexively tried to close my legs, but Alex and Douglas held me open, spread for Neil’s enjoyment. I still held their cocks in my hands, squeezing and stroking them in rhythm to my own pleasure. I squirmed, aroused beyond measure at the feeling of helplessness and the overwhelming pleasure that seemed to border on pain. I knew I could end it at any moment, but though it was almost too much to take, I didn’t want it to end. I never wanted it to end.

Just as I felt the first tremors of orgasm low in my belly, Neil pulled away.

“No,” I gasped. “Please!”

“I’m going to fuck you,” he said simply. “But I don’t have a condom.”

“No problem, dude,” Alex said, fumbling with his discarded trousers. “Here.”

Neil took the proffered square with a grin. “Always prepared.”

Alex breathed in sharply as I ran my thumb over the glistening tip of his cock. “Yeah, but I thought I was the one who would be using it.”

The rip of the condom packet made my pussy ripple. “Hurry,” I said. “I need you.”

“I need you, too,” Neil said, and then he was inside me.

From feeling open and vulnerable, I was suddenly, almost impossibly, full. I took a deep, steadying breath as Neil slowly pushed inside my wetness. He stared into my eyes and the intimacy was too much. I tilted my head back against the seat and closed my eyes, whimpering when his cock was fully inside me.

“Look at me,” he demanded. “Watch me fuck you.”

The tone of his voice demanded immediate compliance. I jerked my head up, staring first into his hard, almost unfamiliar face, then looking down to where we were joined, his olive skin looking so much darker against my paleness.

“That is so fucking hot,” Douglas said softly.

I looked at him and saw that he, too, was staring between my legs and watching Neil fuck me. A quick glance on the other side confirmed that Alex was equally mesmerized by the scene before him. My orgasm had subsided enough for me to regain something of my control and I began to slowly stroke the men on either side of me in time to Neil’s strokes. I was fleetingly reminded of a horse and jockey, both moving in tandem, joined in a powerful race to the finish.

Neil gripped my ass, pulling me down hard on his cock even while Alex and Douglas still held my legs open. “So fucking tight,” he growled.

I moaned, that pain-out-of-pleasure sensation cutting through me like a dangerously sharp knife. I kept my eyes on Neil, letting him see what he was doing to me. He fucked me in long, deep strokes, withdrawing his cock until the head was just inside my opening before slamming inside me again. Every motion brought a moan to my lips and a plea for more. My skin was damp with sweat and I felt dizzy from the heat of our bodies moving together.

“Come on my cock,” he demanded. “I won’t come until you do.”

I felt as if a knot of tension unwound low in my belly. I undulated against him, rocking my hips for my own pleasure, squeezing and stroking Alex and Douglas as if they were extensions of my body. I felt wetness on my hands, but I didn’t know if they had come or if it was sweat. I didn’t care. They would tell me to stop when they were ready, but none of us was ready for it to end. Not yet. Not quite yet.

Neil pulled back, thrusting shallowly just inside my pussy, the head of his cock stroking my sweet spot. I gasped, going tense and still. Then, suddenly, I was coming. Hard. My orgasm rocketed through me like an explosion, causing me to scream out my release. My body, still a moment earlier, went into motion, rocking on Neil’s cock as if I would milk him dry.

Neil’s answering groan as my pussy rippled around him was softer than mine, but the expression on his face told me the pleasure was no less intense. He flexed his hips one last time, his cock throbbing inside me. We stayed like that for a long moment, sweat-slick bodies joined together, until my orgasm subsided. Neil was still breathing hard as he pulled free of my body. I gasped, then giggled self-consciously, feeling suddenly bereft at his absence.

Alex cleared his throat. “You can release your death grip now,” he said gruffly.

My giggle turned into a full-fledged laugh. In my excitement, I had been holding on to Douglas and him for dear life. Now I realized that both were going flaccid, having certainly enjoyed the moment.

“Sorry,” I said.

Douglas stroked my thigh softly. “Don’t be. It was pretty amazing until about five minutes ago when I started considering we might end up eunuchs after all.”

I shifted on the seat, wincing at the stiffness in my thighs from being held apart for so long. “Sorry, sorry,” I said.

I realized Neil hadn’t spoken and I searched his face for what he might be thinking. That smile was back in place — the one that was a little too serious to be amusement.

“You OK?” I asked, as if we were alone in the limo.

He nodded. “Just grand.”

“Thank you.” There didn’t seem to be much more to say except, “You are truly amazing.”

“Back at you, babe,” he said rakishly. “That was a dream come true.”

The driver spoke up before I had time to contemplate the meaning of his words.

“We’ve arrived at the hotel, ma’am.”

I looked out the window and saw the lights of the Bellagio sparkling like an oasis just outside the window. The night had passed and I would be getting married soon. Reality came rushing back like a splash of cold water in the face as I considered all the things I still needed to do. I was hardly in any position to get out at the moment, however.

I watched in drowsy detachment as the boys hurriedly dressed. Now that the party was over, they were anxious to beat a hasty retreat. I giggled. The champagne buzz had worn off, but the sex buzz was still going strong.

“Remember, what happened in the limo stays in the limo,” I said conspiratorially.

“Right,” Alex said. “Good to know.”

Douglas grinned and shook his head at me as he tugged his trousers on. “Only you could get me to do that, lady.”

I smiled. “I know.”

“Aren’t you going to get dressed?” Neil asked.

I nodded. “In a minute. I’ll let you guys get out of here so I can straighten up in peace.”

“I can wait for you,” Neil said, still looking out for my needs.

The driver responded, “I’ll make sure the lady gets to her room.”

The guys exchanged looks, Alex raising an eyebrow at me. “Is that OK with you?”

“I’ll be OK. Find the girls and tell them I’ll be there in about an hour.”

Douglas grinned, as if he knew something. “It looks like the lady’s evening isn’t finished, boys.”

Alex and he laughed, but Neil just stared at me. “You’ve had too much champagne. I’m not leaving you alone with the limo driver.”

I laughed. “It’s OK, Neil.” When he still didn’t budge, I leaned forwards and whispered in his ear, “Trust me. I’m safe with the driver.”

Something in my tone made him turn around and look over the partition. He nodded. “I see.”

Alex gave me a hug and a deep, soulful kiss before opening the limo door. “See you tomorrow, babe.”

“Get some sleep,” Douglas added, giving me an equally intense kiss. “It’s going to be a busy day tomorrow.”

Then they were gone and Neil was still watching me. “I don’t know what to say.”

I kissed his cheek. “Thanks for this memorable night. Truly.”

He started to speak and I could see in his expression what he was going to say, so I kissed his mouth. He pulled me to him as if he would never let go, but after a few moments he did. “See you tomorrow,” he said before slipping out of the limo and closing the door behind him.

I waited until he had disappeared in the same direction Alex and Douglas had gone before saying, “OK, you can come back here now.”

The driver’s door opened and closed and then the door closest to me opened and he settled beside me, his black hat at a jaunty angle. I tossed it on the seat across from us and mussed his wavy brown hair.

“Quite a night you had, Mrs Rhodes,” he said.

“I’m not Mrs yet, Mr Rhodes.”

He angled me sideways on to his lap, brushing my hair from my damp cheeks. “Was it all you wanted it to be?”

I smiled, happy but also a little wistful. “And more. How about you?”

He chuckled. “Fantasy satisfied, though I wish I could have seen a bit more of you.”

I stretched my arms out. “You can see me now.”

His gaze roamed over my body and I was instantly conscious of what a picture I must present. Naked except for my dress bunched around my waist, my hair a tousled mess of blonde curls, my smoky mascara smudged beneath my eyes.

I smiled. “Like what you see?”

He nodded. “You look like one very satisfied woman.”

I wiggled on his lap, feeling that urgency building in my vein again. “Almost. Not quite.”

“You want more?” His mock surprise only made me laugh. “What an insatiable wench you are.”

I slid to my knees and nudged his legs apart. He stared down at me as I unbuckled his belt and worked his zipper down over his heavy erection. I felt my pussy — still tender from earlier, but already wet — tighten in response to his arousal.

“Aren’t you happy you’re marrying me?”

He groaned as I freed his cock from his pants and gave the tip a lick. “You are definitely a dream come true — my dream come true. Are you happy you’re marrying me?”

I thought of Simon indulging my last fling with my three best friends while he fulfilled his fantasy of watching me. It didn’t seem possible that two people could be more perfect for each other. I sighed in blissful abandon. Just before I gave Simon his last single guy blow job, I looked up into his eyes and whispered, “Absolutely.”