Yuri POV
Tiffany and I didn't have a chance to talk about our "evening with Tae." With only a few days before our wedding, she took the week off and spent most of her time with her mom and bridesmaids, planning the last details. As the groom, though, I didn't have much to do, so I went to work and mostly thought about what had happened. Yes, it was gut-wrenching and made me jealous, but god was it hot! I was constantly hard and out of control. I wanted it to happen again, and I was pretty sure Tiffany would go for it since she obviously loved fucking Tae.
By Thursday, all the wedding preparations were finalized, and Tiffany and I were relaxing in bed. Our wedding was Saturday, so the next night (Friday) I'd stay in a hotel room so as not to see the bride on our wedding day. Tiffany had her knees up with a pencil in her hand and the guest list on her knees. "Nicole canceled today, she had a last minute business trip," she said. Nicole was her cousin. She bit her lip, thinking. "We could invite someone from the b-list, but they'd know they were b-listed, so I think we should just not invite anyone. What do you think?"
My heart leaped. I'd been thinking about how to broach this, and this was the perfect opportunity. "I know someone who wouldn't mind being b-listed," I said, trying to sound light, but butterflies were rumbling in my stomach.
Tiffany looked up. "Who?"
I grinned at her, still trying to keep it light. "Tae."
Her cheeks flushed. "Taetae? really?" she said with some exasperation.
I put my hand on her knee, caressing her. "Come on babe, the other night was amazing, you know it was. And you know what my ultimate fantasy is. It's not like you wouldn't have a good time, you'd love to fuck him again." She knew from our pillow talk that my ultimate fantasy was for another man (in this case Tae) to be the first man to fuck her on our wedding night.
She scowled at me, and then looked up at the ceiling as if saying "I can't believe I'm marrying someone so perverted." Then she put her forehead on her knees. I could tell she was thinking about it. The kinkiness of my fantasies turned her on, maybe not as much as me, but they definitely aroused her. Also, of course, the thought of being with Tae again was enticing to her. I could tell, because her nipples were hard, and I bet if I touched her pussy she'd be moist.
Finally, she moved her chin onto her knees, looking at the blank wall. "Okay, if we do this, how would we do it? I mean, how would it work?"
My heart leaped. This was really going to happen! I kept my excited under control, though. "Easy," I said. "We'll invite Tae. After the reception ends, he'll come up to our room. I'll call him ahead of time so he knows the plan."
Tiffany kept staring at the wall, but now she was shaking her head in wonder. "You're sick, Yuri, you're truly sick."
"But you love it, don't you?" I said pushing her down on the bed and getting between her legs. I pulled off her panties and my shorts and pushed my hard cock into her. She WAS soaking!
"Just think, 2 days from now, it'll be Tae who'll be fucking you!" I hissed into her ear.
"Oh god, yuri, oh god!"
Any reticence Tiffany may have had about my wedding night fantasy disappeared by our wedding ceremony. We said our vows, the minister declared us man and wife, and then we hugged and kissed, our first kiss as a married couple. As our kiss ended, Tiffany whispered into my ear, "I can't wait for tonight! Oh, my god, I'm so wet right now!"
