Vegas just got a bit more daring.
They say what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, but when the newly wed Garristons and Briscoes get together to kick off a joint honeymoon, it becomes a sexual adventure that takes them all over Sin City, and each other!
Join Brady and Ellie and Cal and Sue for the wedding, and wedding night, of the year.
Elements: four-way sex, (MFMF)
“We did it, guy.”
Cal leaned against the stucco exterior of the chapel, flicking the dead ash from his cigarette. He hadn’t seen Brady appear at his side, and turned only when he was addressed. Brady’s tie was loosened now, the top buttons of his shirt undone. Relief highlighted his friend’s face … or was that the glare cast from the neon flamingo lovers?
“Yep.” Cal drew out the one word for a few seconds and patted his jacket pocket for his soft pack. He offered a cigarette and light, both of which Brady took. He was taken aback by the enthusiasm with which his friend thanked him. “What? It’s a cigarette. You don’t even smoke regularly anymore.”
“I know that,” Brady said. “I meant thank you for letting me witness something I thought I’d never see: your wedding. We should call Hell for the weather report, see if Hitler’s ice skating down there.”
“Shut up.” Cal snickered, yet inside he still felt a bit numb. After decades of confirmed, debauched bachelorhood, he thought he’d never see this day either. He certainly had never planned it, back in the day, anyway. Now that it was here, it felt great indeed, if not a tad surreal. “The girls still inside?”
“Yeah, they’ll be out in a bit. Don’t see why they need to bother, ‘putting on their faces.’ The second I get Ellie in that limo I’m only going to mess her up again.”
“Can I watch?”
“You’re riding with us, like you have a choice.” Brady grinned, and Cal laughed along with him. “Watch all you want, unless you plan to be busy with your lovely lady, of course.”