Matt and Michelle can't wait for the wedding, much less the wedding night.

Michelle was openly jacking Matt's long, thin hard cock. Matt took his hand out of Michelle's blouse and opened up her slacks.

"Uh, Mister and Missus Heisner," I said. "Michelle? Matt? Time to GO GET DRESSED FOR YOUR WEDDING!"

Michelle held up her arm, palm flat forward at me in an obvious TALK TO THE HAND gesture. Her lips and tongue were still tangled with Matt's as her hand squeezed and stroked his cock. Matt yanked down Michelle's slacks. She stepped out of one pants leg, put her hands on Matt's chest and pushed him down onto the couch, straddling him. She pulled the crotch of her panties aside and sank down on Matt's cock. I felt a bittersweet twinge, remembering how it felt when Michelle sat on me like that, in the back seat of my car back when we were seniors in high school.

"Guys, GUYS!" I protested.

"Out!" Michelle said. She turned back to Matt and locked lips as she rode him.

I took a mental picture of Michelle's half-bare butt and Matt's balls and cock as she plunged up and down on him, half-wishing I hadn't joined the army. I would never have stepped out on Michelle with a stripper. Not unless I knew there was such a hot make-up encounter coming for me. I stared at Michelle's butt bouncing deliciously up and down as she rode her misbehaving fiancé in a furious forgiveness fuck. Fond words spilled out between the sloppy kisses, "love", "sorry", "me", "you", "always".

I shook my head and sighed. I wondered if I should step out and cover for them, though I was tempted to stay and watch. And a devil on my shoulder tempting me to whisper in Michelle's ear that I wanted her too.