Wedding Weekend
"His wife is the bride's sister. The night before the wedding, too much champagne, too many years of tension. The mother-in-law and sister-in-law corner him in the coat room."
The rehearsal dinner is winding down when Judith finds me.
My mother-in-law moves through the crowd like a ship through water—parting conversations, commanding attention without trying. At fifty-two, she's a force: full-figured in a way that her elegant dress can't hide, silver hair swept up, diamonds at her throat.
"Nathan." She touches my arm. "A word?"
My wife is across the room, laughing with her sister the bride. She doesn't notice me being led away.
"In here." Judith opens a door I hadn't noticed. The coat room. Dark, quiet, smelling of wool and old money.
"Judith, what—"
"Shh." The door clicks shut behind us. "We don't have much time."
"Time for what?"
She's close now. Too close. I can smell her perfume, feel the heat of her body.
"I've been watching you for four years," she says. "Since you married my daughter. Watching you at holidays, at birthdays, at family dinners. The way you move. The way you smile. The way you look at me when you think no one notices."
"I don't—"
"Don't lie." Her hand presses against my chest. "I see it. And I'm tired of pretending I don't want it too."
The door opens behind us.
I spin, but Judith doesn't move.
"Oh good," she says. "You found us."
Mia slips inside—my other sister-in-law, the youngest at twenty-five. Where Judith is voluptuous, Mia is compact: barely five-two, slim and fierce, a petite firecracker who's been flirting with me since my wedding reception.
"Took you long enough, Mom."
"I was making sure he was ready."
"Is he?"
Judith's hand slides lower, cups me through my dress pants. I'm hard—I've been hard since she touched my arm.
"Very ready."
"This is insane," I manage.
"Probably." Mia steps closer, sandwiching me between them. "But Sarah is out there planning her perfect wedding to her perfect husband, and I'm tired of watching you watch Mom, and Mom is tired of sleeping alone since Dad left."
"And tomorrow we'll all be family again," Judith adds. "Proper. Appropriate. But tonight..."
"Tonight is for us," Mia finishes.
They close in. Judith kisses me first—deep, commanding, tasting of champagne and desperation. Then Mia pulls me down to her height and claims my mouth with something hungrier, more urgent.
"Not here," I gasp when they let me breathe. "Someone could walk in."
"Upstairs," Judith decides. "My room. Now."
We take separate routes.
Judith first, composed, returning to the party briefly before slipping upstairs. Mia five minutes later, giggling to anyone who notices that she's had too much champagne. Me last, mumbling something about a headache.
My wife waves me off without looking.
She's so focused on her sister's big day.
She has no idea what's about to happen to her family.
Judith's suite is enormous—king bed, sitting area, bathroom bigger than my apartment. Mia is already there, perched on the bed, heels kicked off.
"Lock it," Judith commands.
I do.
"Now." She crosses to me, reaching for my tie. "We have until morning. Let's not waste it."
Judith undresses me like she's unwrapping a gift.
Jacket. Tie. Shirt. Each button deliberate, savoring. Behind her, Mia sheds her bridesmaid dress, revealing a body that's all compact muscle and surprising curves—small breasts, flat stomach, an ass that defies her slim frame.
"Mom's been talking about this for months," she says, reaching around to help with my belt. "How much she wants you. How good she thinks you'd be."
"And you?"
"I've been talking about it longer." She presses against my back, bare breasts against my skin. "Since the first time we met. Before you were even engaged."
My pants hit the floor. Judith drops to her knees—graceful even in this—and takes my cock in her soft, manicured hand.
"Beautiful," she murmurs. Then her mouth descends, and I forget how to think.
She's skilled in a way that speaks to experience, taking me deep, working her tongue along the shaft. Mia kneels beside her, watching, learning.
"Let me try," she says.
They trade off—Judith's practiced strokes, Mia's eager enthusiasm. Mother and daughter, sharing me, looking up with matching eyes.
"Bed," I manage. "Now. Before I—"
Judith stands, wiping her lips. "He's right. We have all night. No need to rush."
On the bed, they flank me—Judith on the left, all soft curves and heavy breasts, Mia on the right, compact and fierce. I don't know where to put my hands. I want to touch everything.
"Mom first," Mia decides. "She's waited longer."
Judith positions herself beneath me, spreading her thick thighs. Her pussy is trimmed silver, glistening. I've imagined this—late at night, in the shower, in my marriage bed—but reality is so much better.
"Please," she whispers. "I haven't felt wanted in so long."
I push inside her slowly, savoring every inch. She's wet, welcoming, her walls gripping me like she never wants to let go.
"Oh God. Oh God, Nathan—"
I start to move. Mia moves with us, kissing her mother's neck, pinching her nipples, whispering encouragement.
"That's it, Mom. Take him. He feels good, doesn't he?"
"So good—I can't—I'm going to—"
Judith comes with a cry, her nails raking my back. I hold still inside her, feeling her pulse around me.
"My turn," Mia says. "Don't you dare come until I get mine."
Mia is a different experience entirely.
Where Judith was slow and savoring, Mia is urgent and demanding. She pushes me onto my back and climbs on top, sinking down in one smooth motion.
"Fuck," she gasps. "You're big. Why didn't anyone tell me you were big?"
"Language," Judith murmurs from beside us, but she's smiling.
Mia rides me hard, her small breasts bouncing, her hands braced on my chest. She's tight—tighter than her mother, tighter than my wife—and she fucks like she's trying to prove something.
"Come inside me," she demands. "I'm on the pill. I want to feel it."
"Not yet." Judith's hand wraps around the base of my cock, squeezing. "He's going to last longer than that."
"Mom—"
"Patience, baby." She positions herself beside us. "There's enough for both of us."
The night blurs together.
I fuck Judith again—from behind this time, her massive ass rippling with every thrust. I fuck Mia against the wall, her legs wrapped around me, light enough to hold up easily. They take turns sitting on my face, riding my tongue, coaching me on what they need.
By 3 AM, we're all exhausted.
By 3 AM, I've come four times.
By 3 AM, I'm not sure I can walk.
"We should talk about what this means," I say as dawn approaches.
"It means you're ours now." Judith traces patterns on my chest. "Whenever we can steal time. Whenever circumstances allow."
"And Sarah?"
"Doesn't need to know." Mia is on my other side, her small body curled against me. "She has her husband. She has her life. This is separate."
"Can you do that?" Judith asks. "Keep this secret?"
I think about my wife. Sweet, trusting, devoted.
I think about the woman I just spent the night with—her mother, her sister.
I think about the impossibility of choosing.
"Yes," I hear myself say. "I can do that."
The wedding is beautiful.
Sarah glows in her white dress. The vows are perfect. Everyone cries at the appropriate moments.
At the reception, I dance with my wife. With the bride. With the mother of the bride.
When Judith's arms wrap around me on the dance floor, her body pressed to mine, she whispers in my ear:
"Next month. Business trip to Boston. My room at the Ritz."
"I'll be there."
Across the room, Mia catches my eye. Raises her champagne glass.
I raise mine back.
The wedding weekend is over.
But we're just getting started.