A Pink Wedding

You entered the suite for the two brides at 7 a.m. Karla and Carrie weren't getting married until the afternoon, but they wanted you there early, in a pink tux. When you entered, they were both in pink lingerie that matched. Carrie's pussy was oozing cum, and her panties were tugged to the side. Karla's panties were also tugged to the side, and her large cock was still glistening with Carrie's pussy juices.

"I'm glad you could make it, Pervert," Carrie purred. Karla had selected you to be the best man for the lesbian wedding.

"Of course," you responded amiably. Carrie patted for you to get onto your knees and crawl over to her, which you complied with. You leaned up, kissing her thick clit. You felt it twitch under your ministrations.

"Last time for this, baby boy," Carrie said, pulling your mouth down, so you could start cleaning her cunt. "Quite the ride, hm? Losing me to your dad. Coming out of the closet. Watching me steal the girl you'd set your sights on. And now I'm marrying her." She was getting wet, at the audacious perversion of it all. But she pushed you away all the same when you'd cleaned out the last gob of cum, pushing you towards Karla.

"So, I heard you're moving, Pervert," Karla said conversationally as you licked the pussy juices off her cock.

"Yeah, Destiny and I are moving to LA. We're going to be doing porn," you said, bobbing your mouth up and down Karla's perfect meat.

"Bottom boy and top bitch. You both should make good money. Don't forget the balls, Pervert. Those are covered in your ex's juices too."

Unlike Carrie, Karla let you get her hard. She even came in your mouth. In another world, she'd have made a perfect wife.

***

The ceremony was exquisite. Carrie and Karla were both in matching pink wedding gowns. There were pink roses everywhere. And you did your role, giving Karla the ring to place onto Carrie's finger. Sealing your fate as an ex. It made you cry. It made you hard.