My Brother’s Girlfriend’s Best Man

As I stood in the kitchen, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. Trixie had just phoned Ivan, and he was on his way. I had a feeling that this might not be the best idea, especially since Joy was about to get married tomorrow and I had been looking forward to a quiet night with her.

Trixie seemed to think that Joy deserved a special night, but I wasn’t so sure. Ivan was an experienced guy, and I had a feeling that he might push Joy too far. I decided to go back to the room and try to convince her to just relax and enjoy the massage.

As I entered the room, I saw that Joy was lying on her back with her eyes closed. I poured some oil on my hands and started kneading the muscles at the back of her neck. She let out a soft moan, and I could feel her tension starting to ease.

“Oh, I thought this was just a massage,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“There was a bit of that in it,” I replied, “but I’m going to give you the best massage you’ve ever had.”

As I worked on her shoulders and back, Joy began to relax even more. She let out a few sighs, and I could feel her muscles starting to release their tension. I moved down to her lower back, and she let out a soft gasp as I worked on the knots there.

“Maybe you do know what you’re doing,” she said, her voice a little stronger now.

“I’ve had some experience,” I replied, smiling to myself. I had learned some of my massage techniques from a girl I used to know who was a professional masseuse.

As I continued to work on Joy’s muscles, she began to open up to me. She told me about her concerns about her husband’s size, and I did my best to reassure her. I told her that size wasn’t everything, and that it was all about how you used it.

After a while, I decided to try and get her a little more relaxed. I poured some more oil on my hands and started kneading her legs, working my way up to her thighs. She let out a few gasps, and I could feel her getting more and more relaxed.

“I think I need to get you on the table,” I said, smiling to myself. I helped her lie down on the table, and then I got to work on her massage. I poured some oil on my hands and started kneading her muscles, working my way up and down her body.

As I worked on her, Joy began to get more and more relaxed. She let out a few sighs, and I could feel her muscles starting to release their tension. I moved down to her lower back, and she let out a soft gasp as I worked on the knots there.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to take all of you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I think maybe you just need to relax,” I replied, smiling to myself. “Does your husband get you lubricated, or is it a quick in and out?”

As we talked, I could feel Joy getting more and more relaxed. She told me about her concerns about her husband’s size, and I did my best to reassure her. I told her that size wasn’t everything, and that it was all about how you used it.

As I worked on her massage, Joy began to get more and more turned on. She let out a few gasps, and I could feel her getting more and more relaxed. I decided to try and get her a little more aroused, so I started to massage her breasts and then her vagina.

“I want you to beg for it,” I said, smiling to myself.

“I think I need some more drink to do that,” she replied, laughing.

“Well, you’d better concentrate,” I said, smiling to myself. “I’m not letting you have any more drink yet.”

As I continued to work on Joy’s massage, she began to get more and more turned on. She let out a few gasps, and I could feel her getting more and more relaxed. I decided to try and get her a little more aroused, so I started to massage her breasts and then her vagina.

“Put your finger in me,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Not loud enough,” I replied, smiling to myself. “I’m a bit deaf.”

“Please put your fingers in,” she said, her voice a little stronger now.

As I inserted my fingers into her vagina, Joy let out a few gasps. I could feel her getting more and more relaxed, and I knew that she was getting close to an orgasm. I decided to try and get her a little more turned on, so I started to massage her clitoris and then her anus.

“I want you to fuck me,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Right, well I might just be ready to help you there,” I replied, smiling to myself. I helped her off the table and over to the bed, and then I lay back and let her get on top of me.

As we started to have sex, I could feel Joy getting more and more turned on. She let out a few gasps, and I could feel her getting more and more relaxed. I decided to try and get her a little more aroused, so I started to rub her clitoris and then her anus.

Just as we were getting into a rhythm, I heard the door open and saw Ivan slipping into the room. He didn’t even look at me, just stared at Joy’s crotch and moved over behind us.

I felt Ivan’s finger slipping into her anus, and I could feel Joy tensing up. But instead of getting upset, she started to relax and even began to enjoy it. Ivan worked at her anus and tits for a while, and then he must have felt she had loosened up enough as he moved back, grabbed his cock and moved it between her cheeks.

As I watched, Joy started to get more and more turned on. She let out a few gasps, and I could feel her getting more and more relaxed. I decided to try and get her a little more aroused, so I started to rub her clitoris and then her anus.

Just as we were getting into a rhythm, I felt Ivan’s cock sliding along the top of mine. I could feel Joy’s vagina getting tighter and tighter, and I knew that she was getting close to an orgasm. I started to hammer into her at the same time as Ivan, and I could feel her body tensing up.

And then all hell broke loose. Joy started whimpering into my mouth and bucking her hips up into Ivan and then down, grinding her clitoris onto me, then up again and down. I could feel her body tensing up, and I knew that she was getting close to an orgasm.

As she let go of my mouth, her breathing was rapid and shudders racked her whole body. It was a pretty impressive orgasm. I exploded inside her, and then just hung on for dear life. Ivan was about two seconds behind me, and made a hell of a noise, they had to hear it in the lounge. I looked to the door and saw it was open, with Trixie and Marcia standing in the doorway looking very hot. Trixie nodded at me, mouthed “good one” and closed the door.

As we all caught our breath, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. I had helped Joy to have an incredible orgasm, and I had even managed to get Ivan involved. It was definitely a night to remember.

As we lay there, Joy turned to me and smiled. “That was amazing,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I replied, smiling back at her.

Just then, I heard a noise coming from the hallway. It sounded like someone was coming. I looked at Ivan, and he just shrugged.

“I think it’s time we got out of here,” he said, smiling to himself.

I nodded in agreement, and we all quickly got dressed and made our way out of the room.

As we walked down the hallway, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. I had no idea what the rest of the night would bring, but I was definitely looking forward to finding out.

Ivan slid off the bed and lay beside us, but Joy resisted my gentle push, saying for me to stay still, that she was still coming. She stayed very still for a bit, just pressing her sex hard against me. I could feel small tremors from her stomach to her thighs as she slowly squeezed her legs together.

I was still semi-hard, so I lifted her legs up and dropped them in between mine, allowing her to grip them firmly together. After a few minutes of this, I felt her have a second orgasm. Nothing like the first, but obviously good for her as she let out a new series of moans.

I saw that Ivan had grabbed her butt cheeks in one hand and had been pushing her down onto me during her orgasm.

“Stay still, I’m almost there,” Joy whispered, her voice trembling with pleasure.

Once she had finished, Ivan rolled out of bed and said for us to lie there for a bit, he was going to have a shower and get a drink. He leaned over and kissed Joy on the cheek, and told her she was one sexy, horny little bitch.

“I know, I’m a little overwhelmed,” Joy said, still gasping for breath.

Ivan is quite the opposite of me in some ways, which is probably why we get on so well and still do till this day. I was brought up by my mother and taught never to swear in front of a woman, always to treat them with respect. Whereas Ivan loves shocking and talking dirty, I am always amazed how many women actually seem to like him treating them that way.

Another thing that used to embarrass me, was that he has a habit of searching out a pretty girl in a bar, then reaching down behind and feeling them up. I’ve seen him slapped plenty of times and I’ve seen irate girls take to someone else close to us, thinking it was them. But there have been plenty that have just leaned back into him and let him have a good feel.

Anyway, Joy and I lay together for a few minutes, before she said she needed to go to the toilet. So we robed up and headed for the showers.

When Joy came back and climbed into the shower with me, she laughed and said she thought she wanted to go but couldn’t. “It’s obviously what Ivan did to me and it’s still making me horny,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Do you hurt, it being your first time and all?” I asked, concerned for her well-being.

“Not really, maybe a little, but nothing like I expected,” Joy said, smiling. “And I never thought I would have enjoyed having my arse fucked that much.”

I spent some time washing her, doing her fanny, tits, and specially her arse. We got out, dried each other, and went out to the lounge.

Ivan was on a couch, drink in hand, talking with a couple of the massage girls, so I left Joy with them and went to the kitchen to get us a drink.

Trixie saw me and came in to speak with me.

“Shit! That was horny watching you guys, if Tom wasn’t coming in soon, I would have raced you off to one of the rooms,” Trixie said, a mischievous glint in her eye.

“Probably just as well he is coming in then, as Joy has just told me she’s still horny. And I have no idea how I’m going to get it up again. I’ve come twice already,” I said, feeling a little frustrated.

“Oh!” Trixie said. “I had better tell Marcia, she’s so horny I think the next guy she takes for a massage is going to get a hell of a lot more than he expects.”

I told Trixie about Marcia looking in earlier, and that I had panicked and mouthed for her to go. But that Joy had seemed OK about it when I told her.

Trixie said she would tell Marcia then, as she really was pretty keen on Joy.

With a couple of drinks in hand, I went back and sat next to Joy. She wanted to dance, so we spent the next few songs dancing with half a dozen other couples.

They were playing songs from Elton John’s, Yellow Brick Road, etc. and I remember we got very close and romantic to “The Air That I Breathe” by the Hollies; which to this day, when I hear it, still makes me think of Joy.

I noticed while we were dancing, that Ivan was over at the front desk talking with Trixie and Marcia, and I knew damn well that they were planning out how to mess with the rest of my night.

I know, I said this night was for Joy!!! But although it seemed less likely, I was still scared they could stuff it up.

We sat down on the couch for a breather and drinks, and Marcia headed straight over to us. She sat on the couch the other side of me and leaned over me, starting to talk with Joy.

“Should we strip you off and see what happens?” Marcia asked, a mischievous glint in her eye.

“I don’t know, maybe, but I’m not sure I’m ready for that,” Joy said, laughing.

Next thing I know, Marcia starts to kiss Joy, with one hand behind Joy’s neck and with her other hand, she starts fondling my dick. Then Ivan moves forward off the lounge chair, kneels in front of Joy, opens her robe wide, and proceeds to slip two fingers into her and uses his other hand on her arse.

Joy lets out a little moan and spreads her legs apart, opening herself up to his advances. I felt a little left out, so I wriggled my left hand between Marcia and cupped one of Joy’s tits, and with my right hand, I slid it under Marcia’s T-Shirt and massaged one of hers.

Marcia came to when she felt me trying to get a hold of her; she leaned back and saw what Ivan had done.

“Shit! We can’t do this here. Come on; let’s get back to the room,” Marcia said, her voice barely above a whisper.