I had been mates with Curtis since primary school, through secondary school and into his college years and my uni years. Along the way we shared lots of friends and some girlfriends. On our first holiday to Spain we shared girls literally when we swapped while fucking them in our room. Then back in the UK we continued that practice. Then I got involved with a family run Canadian company and left the UK for a four year assignment. It went exceedingly well and after saving the company from some really expensive legal case, I was in the CEO's good books. Then they bought a company in Britain and was about to rebrand it and relaunch it. Due to UK competition laws and tax laws they decided to keep the company separate from their main company and appoint a separate CEO, one of his sons, to run it. I was then appointed his assistant and I found myself back in the UK at the ripe age of thirty four. I had left my Canadian girlfriend behind and was single and sorting out my new home. Then I met up with Curtis again. He had a twenty nine year old girlfriend, and I hoped that our old practices of swapping would resume as she was an absolute stunner. We went out for an evening meal and over that meal Curtis announced that he had proposed to Clair and they were to be married. Then in front of Clair he asked me to be best man. I agreed. I could see in Clair's eyes that she was not that happy about it for some reason. Perhaps she knew of our past together. Anyway three months later the big day was looming fast and I was summoned to a dress rehearsal in the church. There was the parents, I knew Curtis's of course, but was quickly introduced to Clair's. Then there was a page boy and five brides maids. I quickly spotted the oldest bridesmaid, she was one of Clair's cousins and she was even more stunning than Clair, if that was possible. I took note that she was not wearing a wedding or engagement ring. The practice went off without a hitch and then the parents, happy couple and myself went to a pub very close by. I was disappointed that the bridesmaid did not come. The event was happening in a very large hotel just two roads away. I decided that I would book myself a room for the wedding night to save any traveling after drinking. The only room they had left was a master suite, I booked it anyway. The following day I told Curtis that I had booked the suite and he asked could the bridesmaids and Clair use it to change after the wedding and before the evening party. I of course said yes. He and Clair and some friends were going out two nights before the stag night for a few quiet drinks and I was invited to both events. I was still fancying a crack at Clair, but during conversations Curtis made it clear that his old ways had all come to an end. On the evening one of the friends was Shana her cousin, bridesmaid to be. The evening was a little quiet until someone suggested we all go to a club. During the evening I managed to get to talk to Shana and I pointed out to her that it is one of the best man's duties to look after the groom and the bridesmaids needs, I emphasized all the bridesmaids needs. I could see a glint in her eyes, but that was the furthest that I got. The big day went well and after the wedding breakfast, the bride and groom changed in my room as did the bridesmaids and parents. Then the party was in full swing and the happy couple had done the first dance and now the dance floor was filling up. I grabbed Shana and pulled her onto the dance floor. I managed to remind her that it was my duty to fulfill all her needs. She responded by questioning all her needs. I told her anything at all. She had that glint in her eyes again. Later as things quietened down again I found her sat on her own. I sat down with her and told her that there might be needs that she hadn't even considered. I told her to come to my room and I could explain them better. To my surprise she said if I went up now she would be with me in a few minutes. I gave her the room number, the lift couldn't go fast enough for me. Then there was a knock on the door and she was stood there when I opened the door. As she breezed past me a large man I hadn't seen also pushed past me. I went to tell her I wasn't expecting a threesome when she introduced the man as Ollie, her husband. Now I was expecting trouble for chatting his missus up, but he went quietly to a chair and sat down, with a silly grin on his face. "Now what was you saying you could do for me," she asked. I must have looked stunned. She walked over to me and gave me a long lingering wet kiss on the lips. I turned to look at Ollie. He was sat just looking at Shana. "Your supposed to be taking care of my every need," she said taking my hand and rubbing it against her pussy. It was at this point that I noticed that she was wearing her wedding and engagement rings. I again looked at Ollie, he was licking his lips as he was looking directly at Shana's crutch and my hand. Then he nodded to me to go ahead. I didn't need any more invitation and my other hand was unzipping her dress as my other hand now under it's own steam was rubbing Shana's pussy through the silky material of the dress. The zip was duly undone and the dress slipped down her body and onto the floor. She was stood in matching blue bra and pants and high heels. There was a lot of breast flesh not covered by the bra and I moved in to kiss that flesh. There was a soft sigh escaped Shana's lips. As I kissed the available flesh I was working hard to undo her bra. I eventually managed, and it fell forward and off the remaining flesh and then to the floor. I was now kissing her nipples and sucking them into my mouth. Shana was moaning and getting louder, especially as my hand was back stroking her pussy through her panties. Ollie had also started to get vocal with comments like, yes rub her pussy, put your hand into her panties, suck those tits. Not wishing to upset him I complied with all his requests. Then I heard rustling and as I looked towards Ollie, he had got his cock out and stroking it. I dropped to my knees and as Shana lifted her feet I removed her dress and bra completely out the way. It was at this point that I noticed a damp spot on her panties where I had rubbed her pussy. I put my face to her pussy and inhaled the scent of her pussy and then stroked her pussy with my tongue through the flimsy material. Shana was moaning loudly and her hands were on my head to hold me to her and to stabilize herself. Her panties were now soaked with her and my juices. "Take them down," Ollie called out. I was more than happy to comply and as I did a tuft of trimmed pubic hair in the shape of a heart appeared before her pussy lips came into view. I kissed her on her heart and then started to kiss her pussy lips. I had to stop for a few moments to enable Shana to kick her panties right off and open her legs wider. I was quickly back to sucking her pussy and licking her clit, with Ollie's encouragement. Then Shana was moaning very loudly as her legs started to buckle. I quickly stood and caught her, then carried her to the bed. As she lay there still groaning and her hands between her legs, I quickly stripped my own clothing off. Then raising Shana's feet and high heel shoes over my shoulders I lined my cock up with her pussy. "Well get it in her man," Ollie ordered. I didn't need orders for that as I slowly pushed forward and filled her pussy with my cock. Shana was shaking her head from side to side and moaning with every inward thrust. I was taking things slow with long slow thrusts, because having got my cock into this beauty, I wanted it to last for as long as possible as this may be my one and only chance with her. I parted Shana's legs so that I could get to her tits and suck them some more. She wrapped her legs around my back. Her arms joined her head in thrashing about. Her moaning had also gone up a notch. Then I restrained her head and kissed her on the lips and slipped my tongue into her mouth. She was kissing back and swapped tongues. I has sped up just a little and as I groped her tits I kissed her neck. She went wild like a bucking bronco thrusting her whole body up to greet my cock on it's inward thrusts. She was gulping for breath between moans, groans and thrusts. Then her body went stiff as she thrust up at my cock. She held this position for about ten seconds as I continued to plow into her. Then she collapsed and went loose like a rag doll. Her eyes were tightly shut and her breathing was spasmodic. I was about to get panicky when her eyes snapped open. "Every need," she gasped, "Keep going." I kept plowing into her body for a few more minutes before she again turned into her bucking bronco, only this time I couldn't hold back any longer and rode out the ride to our mutual satisfactions. Then I collapsed with her. I was rolling away when the door opened and there stood Curtis. "Need our cases. We'll be leaving in ten," he informed me and left with their suitcases. We quickly got up and redressed and Shana quickly cleaned Ollie's trousers up where he had cum on them and we rejoined the wedding party to see the married couple off. There was the traditional throwing of the bouquet of flowers and the second bridesmaid caught it. Shana whispered in my ear, "You'd like her. She wouldn't mind if you took care of all her needs," then she winked at me. We went back to where the party was and everyone was slowly grabbing their things and leaving. I was still stood with Shana and Ollie when she turned to him and quietly said, "you can go home now and collect me in the morning when I call for you." Ollie had that silly grin on his face and looked as if he was drunk, but I knew he wasn't. He picked up his few things and left as instructed. "Now where were we with you taking care of my needs," she asked as she walked out the door to the elevators. I gave her a few minutes and then followed in the next car to my room. I had the night of my life with Shana and just before ten o'clock, when we had to be out the room, she called for Ollie to collect her. We went down to the lobby to wait for Ollie and for me to check out the hotel. As we waited Shana handed me two pieces of paper. One had her name and phone number on it, plus it said Ring Me. The second had Gail's name and phone numbers on it and said Ring Her. Of course I did what was instructed at later dates. Three weeks later when I joined Curtis for a few beers, he said, "she's one hell of a good lay, isn't she." I asked who was and he replied Shana. He too had the pleasure of her fine body. Then he asked have you rung Gail yet and I told him I had. He said Shana had told him that she had passed on Gail's number. "She's nearly as good as Shana," he informed me. I told him I would reserve judgement for a few days when I had planned with Gail to meet up. He just laughed.