My girlfriend Daisy and I had received an invitation to the wedding of an old friend of mine. I was looking forward to it, as I knew several good friends I had not seen in a while would be there, and it would be good to catch up. One long-time friend who I knew was on the guest list was Holly. I couldn't help but feel a spark of anticipation at seeing her. It had actually been quite a long time since our last steamy rendezvous. Those secret moments when she would unleash her deepest cravings.

I had been seeing Daisy for a few months now, and these days she kept me fully occupied and satisfied, so I had no time to meet up with Holly to help her live her wild side, which was not catered for by her long-term boyfriend Mike. Daisy was insatiable, and an absolute firecracker in the bedroom. But the thought of seeing Holly stirred something in me.

Holly would be attending with Mike, who was an old friend of the groom. Mike was the epitome of predictable and vanilla, especially when it came to sex. He was steady, reliable, paid the bills and remembered anniversaries without fail, and Holly loved him genuinely for those qualities; they balanced each other out in everyday life, but deep down he never came close to scratching her itch for raw passion. Every so often she sought out those wild, explosive releases, and I and a select few others had enjoyed joining her on occasion. Most of her friends had no idea of this side of her.

Daisy was fully in the loop about Holly and aware of my past with her. Early in our relationship, we had discussed previous partners, and Daisy enjoyed talking about sex as much as she loved participating and more than once had touched herself whilst I recounted stories of sessions with Holly. She was thrilled about the prospect of finally meeting her in person.

The wedding day arrived, and the ceremony was a small gathering in the town hall, rather than a stuffy church. Afterwards, at the reception, the fun kicked off. They had opted for a private space in a charming old Pub, that had the entire upstairs floor, which was divided into various rooms. One cosy area housed the bar, another featured a makeshift dancefloor, there was a room that had a large buffet spread on the table and an additional room filled with tables, booths and intimate seating nooks. In a far corner, I spotted a small, seemingly unused room, which appeared to be storage for additional chairs and things.

The first hour or so of proceedings was quite regimented, being herded around for photos, speeches being made, and cutting of cake, etc. I had been able to catch Holly's eye and get a smile and nod from across a room and quick words in between formalities. Daisy was doing great, for being new to the group and not really knowing anyone prior to attending with me. She was on the dance floor. I am not much of a dancer, so I was happy to nurse my drink and enjoy just watching her. She loved to dance and was having the time of her life, her lovely pink dress hugging her curves, and swaying at the skirt, teasingly concealing the tops of her flesh coloured stockings as she swayed to the music. Her long blonde hair bouncing as she danced and her black stiletto shoes clicking away, I was amazed she hadn't removed them to dance! Her legs drew glances from many in the room, and I was thrilled that she was with me.

Eventually, Holly and Mike came over to join me. "Hey, stranger," Holly greeted me with a warm smile as she slid into the seat beside me, her thigh brushing mine slightly under the table. Her blue floral dress was elegant, and a pretty pair of Silver high heels accentuated her slender legs. I couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for Mike trailing behind her. Genuinely a solid guy, but completely oblivious to the filthy extremes that Holly chased to feed her appetite. He would probably have a heart attack if she ever suggested anything like it to him.

"Mike, great to see you again, man," I said, patting him on the back and offering a firm handshake. "And Holly, you look so beautiful, so lovely to see you!"

"Thank you, it's been way too long; we need to catch up properly sometime soon," she said, with a wicked look in her eye as she smiled. I knew what that meant.

Daisy made her way off the dance floor and back to my table, her cheeks a little flushed with exhilaration from dancing. She beamed as she saw Holly and pulled her into a hug. "You must be Holly!" she cooed with genuine excitement. "I've heard so much about you, Jamie can't stop raving about you!"

Mike looked startled slightly by Daisy's words, shooting his eyebrows up in surprise. "Hey, I am fond of you too, mate," I laughed, clapping my hand on his shoulder to try to diffuse the awkwardness. "But I've known Holly for 15 years; I just have more anecdotes about her!"

Daisy gave me a quick apologetic glance, realising her faux pas, and we quickly moved the conversation in a different direction. We spoke about how nice the wedding was, how pleased we were for the new couple and how great the DJ's playlist had been so far. But the sexual tension at the table was difficult to ignore (or difficult to even notice if you were Mike). Daisy and Holly's legs brushed multiple times under the table, sending sparks to the point where I thought the brushes were becoming deliberate. During bursts of laughter, or getting up to go to the bar, there were touches of arms and shoulders, touches lingering a bit longer than natural. Mike remained oblivious to it, chatting amiably about work and sports, completely blind to the undercurrent and the absolute certainty that I would be balls deep in his girlfriend in this very building, with mine likely cheering it on.

I excused myself to go outside for a smoke of one of the Cigars I had brought with me, which, given its size, took me a good 40 minutes to get through. Whilst sat out in the garden, I saw Mike, now outside deep in conversation with the groom and some of their university friends. I went back upstairs, and the flirtatious banter and easy laughter between Holly and Daisy had increased.

Daisy lavished compliments on Holly, her voice dripping with mock envy. "God, you are so gorgeous, Holly. I can see why Jamie has all those stories about you. You can make a girl jealous of your history together."

Holly laughed it off. "Oh please, Jamie and I would never have worked as a couple," she assured Daisy, leaning in closer. "Plus, he is clearly head over heels for you, so you don't need to worry about a thing. She moved in for a reassuring hug, but Daisy turned her head to press her lips to Holly's, which started innocently but lingered into something a bit more charged. They parted, and the tension was unbearable, and they held each other's gaze for a few seconds.

I looked at them, and over to the unused storeroom I had spotted earlier. I stood up and took Daisy's hand in mine and started walking her towards the door. "Holly, come on," I urged in a low voice. We looked around and slipped through the crowd, being sure not to be noticed going into the next room, closing the door behind us. The room was a forgotten space, with folded tables and chairs stacked up and a sofa in the corner.

Daisy grabbed Holly's hips possessively and claimed the kiss that had been threatening for quite some time. Their tongues explored each other's mouths lustfully as they groped at each other's bodies. Daisy noticed the growing bulge in my trousers and sank to her knees, unzipping me, and Holly joined her and unbuckled my belt; between them, they freed my cock from my underwear, hard and waiting for them. Daisy took it in her hands, and parted her lips to take the head of me in her mouth as she stroked my shaft with her soft hands. Holly massaged my balls and then took her turn sucking my cock as Daisy offered it to her. They both slurped and sucked at me, their tongues meeting across my length.

Daisy pulled away and groped at my balls as she watched Holly's head bobbing on my cock. She massaged my heavy balls and looked up at me. "I want you to have sex, baby, “she urged. “With Holly, I want you to fuck her. I want to watch you," she purred, with absolute need and desire in her eyes.

I couldn't say no to her pleas, and we guided Holly onto the floor on her hands and knees like an offering. The carpet was thankfully quite plush under her palms and knees. I knelt behind her and gripped the hem of her dress, hiking it up and bunching it round her waist, exposing the creamy expanse of her thighs and black lace panties. I hooked my fingers under the elastic of them and pulled them down, pooling them at her ankles. She spread her thighs instinctively, the gusset of the panties stretched taut and gleaming with evidence of her arousal.

I dived in without hesitation, immediately remembering the sweet tangy taste of her beautiful pussy, lapping at her dripping juices. She moaned deeply and pressed her hips back towards me. Daisy was transfixed; her hand slipped inside her own underwear, circling her clit as she watched. "Would you like me to touch you too, Holly?" she asked, her voice husky with arousal.

"Oh god, please, yes," Holly pleaded.

Daisy crawled forward and trailed her beautifully manicured fingers from Holly's ankles, upwards along her smooth calves, tracing the inside of her thighs and to the skin where her stockings ended. "Such beautiful soft skin," she purred appreciatively, gently kissing the warm skin of Holly's thigh, making Holly tremble.

I pulled back, gasping for breath from eating Holly's hole. Daisy took her opportunity and plunged two fingers into Holly's soaked pussy, pumping them in and out of her, curling them to make Holly groan. I stood, and my cock, slick with pre cum was aching now. I offered it back to Daisy, who eagerly sucked it as she fingered Holly's pussy.

Holly's cries escalated to almost desperation; I knew that sound, I had heard that sound before, I knew she was on the brink of exploding, and I think Daisy sensed it too. "Take over now," she urged as she pulled her fingers from Holly with a filthy squelch and took them in her mouth to taste. Holly was so wet that I buried myself in her with one easy thrust; her cunt gripped me like a vice almost instantly. I pounded into her with long strokes, remembering how her walls felt against my cock. My thrusts drove her forward on her hands and knees, and she convulsed as her orgasm ripped through her; her pussy spasmed as her juices squirted down her thighs. Daisy knelt behind me and massaged the base of my cock as it pumped into Holly's still quivering cunt.

"Cum inside her," Daisy instructed as she returned her hand back inside her knickers and masturbated as she watched me finish.

Holly echoed Daisy's command, "Please, pump it all in!"

Their filthy pleas pushed me over, and I roared a guttural moan as I painted Holly's insides with hot semen as I came powerfully, leaving both of us trembling.

Holly collapsed on her stomach, her chest heaving, and I eased out of her and flopped down beside her on my back. Daisy nestled beside me on the other side, and our hands roamed over each other for a moment. Daisy reached across and wrapped her fingers around my softening cock, squeezing gently with expert touch. She had a knack of coaxing me back to life. Holly turned over onto her back and saw what Daisy was doing and reached to join her. Their hands worked in sync, stroking my now thickening shaft from base to tip, their thumbs circling the sensitive head. Until they both leaned in and took greedy turns with their mouths. Tongues swirling on the cum smeared tip, their lips stretching wide to suck me deep, until I was rock hard again and ready for more.

Daisy stood and shoved her silk panties to one side, exposing her drooling slit. She squatted and straddled down onto me, impaling herself on my cock, and sank to take it all inside her, moaning as it stretched her pussy. She threw her head back and rode me hard, as I grabbed her ass to squeeze and guide her rhythm. Her climax crashed over her hard and fast, and she rode it out and carried on bouncing on me through it.

I grabbed Holly's wrist and positioned her to stand over my face. She lowered her cum dripping pussy towards me, and I licked her swollen clit as I fucked Daisy. Her legs quivered as she squatted slightly, and the sensation of her clit getting stimulated caused her to reach for the nearest table to steady herself.

Daisy, bucking wildly on my cock, reached forward and scooped the leaking sperm from Holly's overflowing snatch. She smeared it lewdly over Holly's asshole, making it glisten. "So fucking slick and ready!" she murmured before pressing two fingers against Holly's tight ring, and pushed in slowly, breaching her. Holly unleashed a primal-sounding moan, her body arched as Daisy stretched her ass, fingering it firmly. The sensation of her ass being filled and my tongue against her clit, sent Holly over the edge again, her pussy gushing onto my face, which I lapped up gratefully.

Daisy's pace peaked, and I thrust upwards into her. Just after Holly's climax, just as I neared my edge, Daisy lifted off my cock, and I erupted, covering her pussy and asshole with sticky warm cum. She gasped at the heat of it covering her skin and invited Holly to help clean it up. Holly scrambled down onto the floor, and her tongue dived in without pause, lapping greedily at Daisy's asshole and her cum glazed rim, before probing her tongue over Daisy's swollen and frosted cunt, cleaning her thoroughly.

"That was fucking incredible," Daisy sighed, collapsing back against the sofa. "I am glad to know Jamie's stories about you lived up to the hype! You really didn't exaggerate!"

We took time to straighten out our clothes, wiping away any evidence, and smoothing fabric, although Holly's panties were hopelessly stretched as they had remained round her ankles for the duration. She kicked them aside into a corner, leaving her bare under her dress, and the cool air conditioning would tease her sensitive folds for the rest of the evening.

We slipped back to the party and found Mike at the table. "Where have you all been?" he enquired.

"We popped outside with Jamie whilst he had a cigar," Holly lied smoothly. He bought it, as there was still the scent of cigar smoke on my jacket from my earlier one, so he didn't question further.

The evening went on into the early hours, and as a Taxi pulled up outside for Holly and Mike, Daisy pulled her in for a hug. "It was so fucking great to meet you finally, I had a wonderful time," she whispered in her ear.

Holly smiled at Daisy and nodded in agreement, and we said our goodbyes, as Holly went back home with Mike, still oblivious to what he missed out on.