If anything, though, it confirmed to me that we were living in different spheres now. She lived in her own world, completely separate from mine. The age difference, the social difference: her friends weren't anything like my friends, she didn't do the same kinds of things I did. I'd lost plenty of good friends over the years who had more in common with me than her, because time had intervened and we'd gradually lost touch. It was inevitable that our friendship was going to fizzle out.
And after the ceremony, as Don paraded his new wife, who had once been mine, Bella took to the dancing and the festivities with the care-free abandon of the single-at-heart, chatting and flirting and dancing with whomever she pleased.
I found myself hovering at the edge of the dance floor, watching her throwing herself around, dancing in this instance with the Best Man, though loving the fact that most other male eyes in the room were on her, too.
She did look incredible in her dress. But while she was my plus one for the night, and technically booked into the same double room as me, I wasn't under the impression that I'd really cross paths with her again. She'd find some willing lay, and end up in his room no doubt.
"Jesus, Dude, would you look at her?"
I turned to find a second cousin of Heidi's, looking precisely the same way I had been all night.
"I mean, who is she?"
"Friend of Heidi's, I think," I said.
"Is she a model or something? Jesus, what's someone in our family doing knowing someone who looks like that?"
And I had several other similar conversations with guys in both the bride and groom's families regarding the young blonde tearing up the dance floor, her ample cleavage pushed up to tease anyone with a pulse, her dress flaring up as she moved, to flash a tantalizing amount of leg clad in bridal white nylon.
It didn't take me long to regret that I'd failed to respond to any interest she'd shown my way during our little Heidi-Don project.
But as the dance floor thinned, and the wedding venue gradually emptied with midnight passing, and I was watching Bella locked in a slow dance with a tall black guy, looking as though she'd made her choice for the night, I also found myself becoming aroused at the thought that she might sneak off to the guy's room, and that he'd fuck her to oblivion.
I found myself wanting to get up in the morning to see her arrive at breakfast, perhaps showing the subtle signs of having incredible sex the previous night. Her cheeks flushed, her step full of bounce, her eyes bright and her smile radiant.
I'd been quietly turned on all night by Bella flirting with all the guys at the wedding, but now I was hiding a ranging hard-on as she locked eyes on this guy, as she pressed her body against his, as she touched her cheek to his.
Now I was nervous, too. It wasn't that I'd feel jealous — or envious — as she went away to sleep with him. It was the feeling that I wouldn't get to see her afterward. I wouldn't get to share the details of her tryst with her, as I had shared details of trysts with Heidi.
I got the strong feeling that after tonight, with Heidi and Don going off into the sunset together, I'd never even see Bella again. That was the pain I felt.
I just had to try to focus on the arousal instead, as Bella seemed to accept her dance partner's offer to escort her off the dance floor, out to the stairway, and up to the rooms that lay waiting for the wedding guests.
I felt stunned, crushed, hollow somehow, as I stood there at the foot of the large formal stairs, and she had gone. Bella was my kindred spirit, not Heidi. I suddenly felt that so strongly and yet now I had lost her.
But what could I do?
I sighed, took a deep breath, and went to find the bride and groom, to offer my sincere congratulations and best wishes before I slunk away to bed.
There was Heidi, clinging on to Don still on the dance floor, a little worse the wear for Champagne, but so obviously elated by everything. Jubilant that she had found her Mr Right. Waiting for him, no doubt, to give the order to head upstairs and fuck him right royally.
"You know, I would," she said looking up at me earnestly. "Even now."
"You would?"
"If you told me to. Even on my wedding day."
I chuckled. Couldn't believe she remembered that little conversation of ours. Or that she would really submit to me one last time if I demanded it, now that she had Don.
"Don't worry," I said. "I'm not going to tell you to. You're much better off with Don. And I'm probably as happy that you're this happy, as I would be lying on a bed with you."
I'm not sure I completely made sense, but the alcohol content in both our systems smoothed over the flaws in my message.
"Good luck," I said, kissing her cheek softly. "You'll be all right from now on. He's going to take care of you like I never could."
She nodded, smiled, a tear in her eye. "Thank you, Joe. For everything." Then gave me the biggest bear hug ever. "I never would have met him without your help. Not the real him, anyway."
I nodded. De nada. Shook Don's hand, wished him all the best. I'd made up for the mess I'd left Heidi in after our marriage was annulled. I could cling on to that. But now, I quietly exited, stage left, floating up the stairs and round the various labyrinthine hallways until I reached my room, and the single malt that was waiting for me in the mini-bar.
I slumped in the armchair and dwelled on the bittersweet feelings flowing through me. The most positive conclusion I could come to before I slipped off to sleep was that while Heidi had found herself, and discovered her true desires, I had also come to find myself and my desires. Heidi had found her Mr Right, and I was fairly sure the type of woman I was now looking for.
Well, it was something to cling on to.
Heidi probably wasn't going to sleep with anyone else other than Don. But his taste for dominating her in the bedroom would keep her happy and fulfilled. Thinking of her as the submissive, monogamous housewife, obedient and faithful only to Don somehow took the luster off her attraction for me.
I was looking for someone much more wild and free.
*
"You don't care, do you?"
"But he's here, he's actually in here?"
I woke to the sound of voices in the darkness.
"Oh, he's here. But he's been wanting this for ages."
It was Bella.
"Here, make yourself comfortable."
"Jesus, that's your husband?"
"Don't worry about it. He's okay."
The bedside lamp came on, and at first the light made me flinch. Now I saw a big black guy lie back on my bed, flashing an awkward smile my way, not quite certain whether Bella had been telling the truth, whether in fact I might want to call the authorities, or resort to violence despite the fact that he was by any judgement quite a lot larger than me.
Bella climbed onto him after dispensing with her dress, turning to me with a big smile on her pretty face.
"Aren't you excited, honey?" she said. "This is actually happening?"
I tried to shake the sleep from my head, tried to figure out just what the hell was going on here. Bella looked stunning in her white lacy bra and white sheer pantyhose. She didn't appear to be wearing anything else at all. Her hair was tied up in a bun as though she were a ballerina.
She straddled the black guy on the bed, though facing me, rubbing herself gently over his chest as the big man put his hands all over her nylon-covered behind.
"You ever thought we'd actually go through with this?" she said as she lay flat against him, rubbing her stomach over what I could imagine was his rapidly-hardening cock. "Your naughty wife with another man?"
She sat up on him, giving me a better view between her legs as she stroked his cock with her pussy, gyrating her hips to grind on him. Through her sheer pantyhose, I could see the hint of a patch of golden hair between her legs, on her mound.
"You like that?" the stranger said, focused on her, avoiding looking my way.
"Oh yeah," she said, but she was looking at me, as though her real pleasure came from te
asing me, rather than stroking her body against the man beneath her.
She told me, "I can feel him growing. He's so big, honey."
She was supposed to be my naughty wife, but now she sat a little back and stretched her white hose over her pussy, and it was the first time I'd seen it. She stroked it through the nylon as she continued to press her behind against her black lover's cock, and I already wanted to push my face between her thighs and feast upon her.
Other than a tidy line of blonde hair, her pussy was smooth, pink, hairless. It wouldn't have surprised me if she'd had it waxed, just because that was what Heidi had done. But other than that, she wasn't trying to be Heidi. She was playing at being my wife — my naughty wife. And she certainly had my attention.
Watching her, I could actually picture her as my promiscuous wife. It wasn't outside the realms of possibility. She reached behind to release herself from her bra, and now one of her breasts was exposed, her nipple rosy red and stiff as a pencil.
She turned, straddling him again and continuing to stroke herself over him, but facing him this time, and though this was a strange kind of role-play, I actually felt that slight burn of jealousy. She was mine, but now she was focusing on him.
Her lover ran his hands up from her hips to her waist to her breasts, telling her, "You are so gorgeous."
She giggled. "And you are, too... oh yeah... squeeze them..."
He was fondling her breasts, making her quietly moan, and then she dropped down, still rubbing herself over him, but now I could hear the wet sounds of her kissing his mouth. I could also see her pussy as she straddled him. I was sure she was consciously showing me, taunting me with it, displaying her reddened, swollen lips, teasing me. Even in the low light from the bedside table I could tell she was wet.
I watched his dark hands sprawling all over her back, her ass, then reach between her legs, touching her sex. She sighed as he touched her there, moaned quietly. Then she removed her bra completely, turned and threw it over to me, giggling at her mischief.
I held it up to my face, breathed in the warm, exotic scent of her body, her perfume. It only made me want her more.
Now she was sliding down his body, lying over his legs, her hands gliding all over the sizable tent in his pants.
"Will you let me play with it, honey?" she turned to look at me, then she was stroking his bulge through his pants with her lips.
"Of course," I said, sitting up, feeling myself getting into the role of the willingly cuckolded husband.
"Oh... it feels so good..." she said, beaming at me, almost purring. She was so beautiful when she smiled. Doubly so, perhaps, because she made it feel like it was me making her so happy. "...He's so thick, I can feel it.... I want it so badly..."
She sat up on him, unzipping his fly, pulling open his pants, to reveal the slumbering giant within, gasping at the sight of it.
"Oh honey..."
Her lover said, "You see how hard you get me?"
And she just kept on peeling his pants away, exposing the full enormity of his big, black cock, his bulging balls. Licking him there, sucking on his heavy balls, flicking the tip of her tongue around the base of his cock. The thing was bigger even than Don's, bulging with blood vessels.
Bella picked it up and slipped the head in between her lips, forcing an impressive amount of his length inside her mouth. But she was looking at me as she withdrew it to explore with her tongue, as she stroked his shaft with her fingers. Treating him as a toy with which to tease me, to turn me on. I liked that.
She moaned quietly as she sank down on him, as she bobbed her head on him, as she forced him into her throat. She moaned as she stroked his cock all over her face, her cheeks, her neck. But the way she smiled, the way she performed, it seemed to be more about performing for me, not for him.
"Oh God, honey, it's so nice..." she said, looking at me. "I love it..."
She pulled off his pants completely, climbing off the bed to do so, removing his socks, too, before returning to him, returning to suck on his balls and take his cock back inside her mouth.
She was much younger than me, much younger than Heidi. Still a student. But I could picture her as a naughty wife. As my naughty wife.
"You like watching me, honey?" I wanted her so badly. Her face flushed with the effort of serving this man's huge cock, perspiration beginning to shine her skin.
"Look how big he is," she marveled, but talking to me, treating him as some object for her use, though he hardly seemed to take offense to her objectification.
She rubbed his cock between her breasts, against her nipples, whispering to me, "God, your wife is such a slut, honey..."
Then she was sitting over him again, rubbing her pussy over his hard cock, letting him feel up her breasts, getting ready to take him inside her. I could feel the pressure building inside me, just as it had with Heidi. I wasn't just watching a beautiful woman fuck a stranger, I was watching my Bella, my wife, fuck a stranger.
He said to her, "You gonna give me that pussy of yours?"
She sat back on him, stroking her pussy through her sheer hose, showing it to him. She said, "You'll have to break through this."
"Okay. Turn around."
She did as he asked, turning to straddle him facing me, bending down, pushing her butt up and toward him. She groaned as he put his hands to her, the tearing sound clearly signifying that her pantyhose were no longer a barrier to his fucking her.
Bella moaned as he pushed up his cock, pressing it against her bare pussy. She shifted back, letting him stroke it against her slippery folds, then finally slowly enter her.
"Oh... oh my God..." she moaned quietly as he eased into her very gradually. She looked at me in wonderment as he filled her, as though she had never thought she'd get him in there, but that now he was inside her it felt like the most exquisite experience of her life.
She rubbed her breasts as she rode him, facing me, her hips gyrating, her body undulating as she rose and fell on that enormous thing. The way she looked at me, it was like she was fucking me, though it was his cock.
"Oh honey... oh yes..." she moaned, her cheeks and upper chest flushed, her skin glowing with a faint sheen of perspiration.
As she fucked him, she pulled on her torn pantyhose, tearing the hole bigger, showing me everything as her sensational pink pussy took in that huge dark cock, which now glistened with her juices.
He rolled her over onto her back, climbing on top of her to slide his massive cock back inside her, his huge frame overwhelming her, swamping her, covering her almost completely.
"Oh yeah..." she sighed, "Oh God, yeah..."
As his thrusts turned increasingly hard, Bella's moans became cries, raising in pitch and volume, to the point where she was yelping, whimpering.
He was fucking her brains out, right in front of me, turning her into a quivering, shuddering, sweaty mess as she came again and again.
"Oh fuck... oh my God... fuck... oh Jesus..."
He turned her onto her hands and knees, stood on the floor to fuck her from behind, and she was yelling at me, "God he's so big, honey... he's so big..."
And as his pace intensified, she was yelling out to him, "Come in me... come in me... come in me..."
And like that, right in front of me, the big guy was grunting and coming inside her, his seed pumping into her pussy, leaking out of it even before he finally tired, and withdrew.
Bella was left moaning and sighing and laughing, rolling over to gauge how I'd taken her debauchery, asking me, "You like it when your wife has fun, honey?"
I smiled.
"Because I love it," she grinned, laughing, showing me her well-used pussy. "Big, thick cocks...Mmm...but I want more now..."
"More?" I smiled, standing up, stepping over to the edge of the bed, my every breath filled with the scent of their sex, the evidence of her wickedness.
"I need you, honey," she said, giving me the kind of seductive look that made it impossible to say no.
Her lover s
tepped back, grabbing his clothes. He'd find his own way out, he wasn't upset that Bella was now focusing solely on me, that he was old news. She was gorgeous, and he'd fucked her. That was all he cared about. Now he was done, and on his way.
Just the two of us, now. I mopped up her pussy with a hand towel from the bathroom, but I didn't want her to take a shower. I wanted to explore her body and the lingering traces of their sex, inhaling the musty aroma of their copulation, tasting the saltiness of perspiration from her skin.
"That was really something," I said.
She smiled sweetly. "I've been thinking about it ever since we watched Heidi and Don."
"You have?"
"Couldn't get it out of my mind. Fucking someone for you, fucking someone in front of you."
I nodded, moving down to lie over her, to kiss her heaving breast. "I saw you leaving the party with him," I said. "I thought you were gone — that you'd go to his room and maybe I'd never see you again."
She laughed. "We just went for a stroll," she said. "You know, the full moon was out, and it's so beautiful out there on the terrace, you can see all the stars."
"I didn't think you were interested in me any more," I said.
"Are you kidding? I've been trying for you ever since I met you," she said. "Tonight was my big play."
"It was?"
She laughed at my complete failure to read the signs. "Come on, I was dancing with so many guys in front of you. I spent all night teasing you. I was hoping maybe you'd follow us as we went upstairs to the terrace. Maybe I would have pulled out his big cock right there and then, and put on a show for you."
"But I didn't."
"No, you didn't. And you didn't come find me. I had to come find you."
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