She turned, wearing only a tank top and no bra, then bent and shimmied out of her sweatpants. Standing there in her underwear, she looked totally amazing and wholly unabashed.
“I guess we’re not shy anymore,” I chuckled. “Are we?”
“Hell no,” my bride replied with a giggle. She stopped and pointed at us both. “Bathing suits,” she ordered, grabbing and unzipping one of her bags. “Now.”
Five minutes later we were all outside, each standing at our own edge of the turquoise blue pool. Saxon had taken the room opposite the atrium, leaving us the master. He stood across from me in his swim trunks, gawking every bit at my bikini-clad wife as I was.
Addison was perpendicular to us, tying the last of her hair back. With her arms behind her head her breasts stood out beautifully. The tiny yellow-and-blue bikini she wore left little to the imagination.
“Last one in…” she smiled, before performing a perfectly-executed dive.
My friend and I watched her body move underwater, traversing the full length of the pool. Between the long flight and the time difference, the sun was setting again. In a little while it would already be dark.
“You sure this is okay?” Saxon asked, while my new bride was still beneath the surface.
“Bro,” I grinned, stretching my own arms overhead, “I’m totally thrilled you’re here with us. And so is Addison.”
She surfaced, and on an old familiar signal we cannonballed her together. For the next hour or so we swam, splashed and laughed, our bodies twisting and writhing beneath the surface of the cool, clear water.
We talked about the wedding, and how fantastic it had all been. The music, the food, and how everything went. We theorized whether Addison’s oldest sister would even remember it, or if Zoe and Farrah had woken up the next morning in one of my groomsmen’s beds. The few people who’d text-messaged me had been miserably hungover themselves. Apparently everyone had had a great time.
Darkness eventually settled over the villa, and the subdued warmth of the outside lighting kicked on. Here the conversation grew more intimate, our bodies closer. Addison bobbed in the middle, floating between us. She wrapped her smooth legs around me, kissing me slowly and deeply while Saxon floated just a foot or two away.
Then, with her hungry eyes seeking permission, she waited until I nodded my head ever so slightly… and began kissing him too.
Fuck…
It was such a turn-on, knowing she was my wife. Knowing she belonged to me forever, and always would. Still, there was a secret thrill in knowing she could be his too. That one of my best friends in the whole world could have the same carnal knowledge of her that I had. That he could enjoy her. Please her. Take pleasure from her, in all the same ways I did.
Back and forth she went, kissing each of us in time. Sliding happily into our arms. Wrapping herself around our bodies, as she took turns making out with us until we could barely take another second.
“I know you took the opposite room,” Addison finally murmured, face to face with Saxon. “But our bed is a king.”
Saxon kissed her back, his hands moving beneath her. I watched his long fingers spread wide, kneading her supple ass. Touching her as she floated happily in the backlit pool, her long hair fanned out behind her like a shimmering bridal train of spun gold.
“So you’re saying it’s big enough for all three of us to sleep in?” our best man played along.
Addison chuckled and shook her head. “Who said we’d be sleeping?”
She ducked away and swam to the steps, then sauntered out of the pool more than walked. As amazing as her bikini was, it needed to come off. When she bent over to towel her hair dry, she made sure to pivot her ass in our direction. The action left us spellbound.
“You boys gonna gawk from the pool all night?” Addison called back. “Or—”
We were out in a flash, climbing over opposite sides. Addison threw us a pair of towels. As we ran them over our bodies, she was eyeing us up every bit as much as we had her.
“You’re really in for it tonight,” I told her. “You know that right?”
My wife smiled devilishly and let out a feminine sigh. “Promises promises…”
We rushed her, and Addison took off with a shriek of excitement. Together we chased her through the courtyard. Across the warm grass and through a series of small gardens, before we finally caught up to her.
“Take me to bed,” she breathed, throwing her arms around me. She reached for Saxon and pulled him closer. “Please.”
“We could take you right here,” I countered.
“In the grass? Beneath the stars?” My bride hooked a finger in one corner of her mouth, considering. “That would be fuuuunn,” she chuckled, dragging the word out. “But right now—”
KNOCK KNOCK.
The three of us jumped as the gate beside us rattled. The latch was iron. Saxon reached out and lifted it, and the heavy wooden gate swung open…
Before we could do anything else, Addison screamed and flew past us.
Thirteen
ADDISON
I thought I couldn’t possibly be any happier. Newly married, basking in paradise. Nestled happily between two of the most wonderful men in the world, each of them equally gorgeous, both of them all mine.
Turns out I was wrong.
“FINN!”
There was no mistaking the blonde giant on the other side of villa’s entrance. Finnegan stood towering over us, all six foot six of him. Smoldering green eyes peeking out from beneath a thick swath of honey blond hair, as his full lips parted in a warm, boyish grin.
“Anyone home?”
The smile he gave from the other side of the gate melted my heart! I flung myself into his arms, even as Damon and Saxon crushed him in their own pair of bear hugs. In a tangle of arms and legs he was ushered inside, the three of us still reeling from shock and astonishment. It wasn’t until the heavy gate latched behind him that I accepted the whole thing as reality.
Finnegan!
HERE.
“I’m soo sorry I missed your wedding,” our friend lamented, his eyebrows knitting together worriedly. It was a strange look for Finn. In all the time I’d known him he never looked worried. “I tried my best to make it, but it just wasn’t possible. I even—”
“You’re here now, right?” my husband smiled.
“I think so,” Finn joked. “Took two trains and a cab to get here, unless I’m dreaming.”
Damon hugged Finn again so hard he almost knocked him off his feet. “That’s all that matters, bro.” He stepped back to look at his friend again, making sure he wasn’t seeing a mirage. “I can’t believe it! You’re here in Greece!”
“Yeah well I had to see this place with my own eyes,” Finnegan shot back. “Plus I’ve been in Europe for weeks. What kind of friend would I be, passing up an opportunity to…” His voice trailed off as he looked at Saxon. “Wait! What the hell are you doing here?”
“Same thing you are,” Saxon grinned, nodding at Damon. “Crashing this jackhole’s honeymoon.”
“Yeah, well I just showed up to say congrats,” Finn protested. “I wasn’t looking to crash anything, though. Just have a drink or two with the newlyweds, before leaving them to—”