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If most people get “cold feet” before their wedding, I was experiencing “cold body.” It wasn’t that I didn’t love Jen, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to give up the freedoms that come with being single. It wasn’t that long ago that I would date three different girls in a week, maybe two on the same night, and it almost always ended up in bed.

And, while sex with Jen was great, the thought of being only with her, well... I love steak, but I don’t want to eat it for dinner every night. I thought fucking both strippers at my bachelor party the night before would have been my last hurrah, but here I was, getting ready for my wedding, and all I could think about was getting laid by someone, anyone, other than Jen.

I had my tux laid out on the bed of the hotel room and was washing up when I heard a light tap at the door to the room. Before I could respond, I heard a key in the door and a soft hispanic voice announcing herself... “housekeeping.” I quickly wrapped a towel around my waist and walked into the bedroom. The maid apologized and asked if I wanted her to return later. “No. It’s okay,” I said, checking out her slender, young body in the skintight uniform. As she began cleaning the room, I periodically checked her out in the mirror. She couldn’t have been older than 21 or 22. She had olive skin, long black hair, pulled tightly in a bun, and a firm body... 32B-24-34 if I had to guess. Her uniform was neatly pressed... white blouse, grey skirt to mid thigh, stockings, black shoes with just the slightest of heels. As I watched her I knew what I had to do. So, after a few minutes, I called to her and asked if she could bring me a few extra towels.

“Certainly sir,” she responded, and I heard her retrieving them from the cart she had left in the hallway. “Shall I leave them out here sir?,” she called to me. “No. Please bring them in to me,” I responded. She entered the bathroom to find me standing there completely naked, my cock standing at half-mast. She blushed and, trying to avoid making eye contact, but afraid to look down at my rapidly rising cock, placed the towels on the counter and turned to leave. I reached out, grabbing her arm before she could turn completely and held tightly, prevengting her from leaving.

“There’s somethig in here that needs cleaning,” I said to her in a firm voice. “Do it.” Instinctively, she dropped to her knees and lowered her mouth over my cock. Her tounge lapped at my shaft as her hands cupped my balls. I grabbed the bun in her hair and began face fucking her. She gagged each time I forced my cock deep down her throat and held it
there, which only turned me on more. I could feel the pressure rising in my balls but wasn’t ready to cum just yet.

“Stand up,” I told her, and she did.

“Now strip.”

Like a good little whore, she unbuttoned her blouse and let it dop of her shoulders. Next came her skirt, which revealed her black silk panties and thigh-high stockings. She slipped off her heels and unfastened her bra. Dropping it to the floor, I grabbed each of her breats and began pulling on her hardenig nipples. “Leave the stockings and panties on,” I told her. “And get on the bed.” Without hesitation, she did as I ordered. “Now rub your pussy, so I can smell how much you want me.”

She began rubbing herself through her panties and I could see them become damp. I approached the bed, grabbed her panties and ripped them off of her. “That’s better. Now I can see how wet you get for me.” She continued to masturbate for me, slowing working a finger, then two, inside her now dripping snatch. Her moans grew louder and I stroked myself while watching her. When it became too much for me, I mounted her and began fucking her hard and fast. She cried out as the first orgasm rippled through her body, then again a second time. My own explosion came just as she climaxed a third time, and I deposited my load inside her. I lay on top of her after cumming and could feel her tight young pussy muscles contracting around my shaft, preventing me from getting soft. Not one to turn down an opportunity, I flipped her over so she lay face down on the bed, then mounted her again from behind. This little slut started cumming yet again and I buried her face in a pillow to avoid us being heard as I pounded her repeatedly, leaving a second thick load in her cunt.

Despite my best efforts to quiet her, the fact that the hotel room door had been left slightly open, made it easy for us to be heard. Just as I was shooting my second load inside her, I heard a voice from behind me. “You’ll never change, will you Eric?” It was my best man (and twin brother) Andy. “What would Jen say if she saw this?” Andy had alway had a crush on Jen and I knew he might use this to get between us. I wasn’t sure how I was going to get out of this one, and then it came to me. “I have a proposition for you little brother. But first, let me get rid of this trash.” I got up and went to the bathroom, then returned to the bedroom, throwing a towel at the maid. She quickly dressed, and got back to the task of cleaning my room as if nothing had happened. “I have something you want,” I said. “In exchange for your silence, I’m willing to give it to you, one time.” Andy looked confused, so I told him to take a seat and listen. Then I picked up the hotel phone and dialed my fiance’s room. “Hey babe,” I said. What are you
doing?” “Getting dressed. And you should be too,” Jen answered. “We’re getting married in a few hours.” “I know, but I was hoping I could come up to your room for a little while. You know... a little fun before the wedding?”

Now Jen knew how I was before meeting her, so she tried to accomodate me whenever I wanted sex, for fear I might seek it elsewhere (if only she knew). So, of course, she agreed.
“Great,” I said. “And leave your wedding dress on.” I turned to my brother, who now sported a huge erection under his tuxedo pants. “Have fun little brother. But remember, you are me.” I didn’t have to say it twice, and Andy was out the door in a flash. Knowing I had some time, I grabbed the maid again, pushed her skirt up over her hips, and rammed myself inside her again. Moments later, Andy knocked on Jen’s door. “It’s open,” she said. He walked in, closing the door behind him. Jen lay on the bed, in her wedding dress, legs spread. Andy stripped quickly and climbed on the bed.
“Be careful not to mess up my dress,” Jen said. But Andy’s lust was too great, and he fucked her with reckless abandon. His load filled her pussy, some of it dripping down her thigh, landing on the inside of the dress. Then he pulled out and wiped his cock on her dress. “Now everyone will know what a slut you are,” Andy said. “You two deserve each other.” At that moment, Jen realized it was Andy, not me. She also knew that if he was there, fucking her, it was because I had done something too. She bolted fromt he bed, my brother’s cum flowing from her, and raced to my room just in time to see me unload for the fith time inside the maid’s now raw cunt. Needless to say, the wedding was called off. Jen eventually went on to marry my brother, after learning she was pregnant from fucking on our wedding day. And the maid? She and her bastard child went back to her home in Mexico. As for me, I’m back to my old ways (although I never really did change). And, at Jen and Andy’s wedding, I fucked two fo the bridesmaids and Jen’s younger sister. I love being single.