by Jason Lenov
"Yeah baby," he growled as he ground into her. "You remember that, don't you?"
For some reason Stef turned and looked at me at that moment with the strangest expression. A mix of desire and lust and... was it regret? When she mouthed the words "I love you," it blew my mind.
Billy's grin widened. "Yeah, that's it. You two have your little moment now," he growled above her even as he started fucking his cock deep inside.
I didn't have time to say "I love you too," before she turned back. Even if I had, it felt so strange that she had done it, I didn't know if I would have said it back. It wasn't like the other times when she looked at me. There was something more worrying about it this time.
Billy started rutting into her slowly and Stef looked like she was going to cry. "Oh Bill," she mewled, "fuck it's so fat. You're stretching me so wide!"
Billy grinned above her and thrust into her a little harder at what she'd said. "Missed that, didn't you baby girl?" he asked.
Baby girl? Fuck. The words sent another cold wave of jealousy flooding through me.
"You like that fat cock in your pussy, don't you?" he asked.
"Oh fuck, Billy. Fuck!" was all she said back.
"Come on," he said, his voice more demanding now as he slammed his hips against her. "I want to hear you say it."
Stef turned to look at me again, like she wanted permission for whatever it was she was about to say or something. I stood there staring at her because, well, what the hell!? I'd never done anything like that and I had no idea what to do or say.
Stef, maybe realizing she was on her own, turned back towards Billy as he rounded the last corner towards his climax.
I saw it on her face, the moment he hardened inside her.
"Come on!" he ordered even louder. "I want to hear you say it!"
"Oh fuck!" she cried. Her legs were flailing wildly all around him as his body got ready to nut.
My heart was pounding. I felt like I was leaning forward on my toes, ready for the grand finale when the thought came. She was forgetting. She was so in the moment that she was forgetting to remind him she wasn't on birth control. He couldn't come inside her. She was forgetting to say it!
"Say it," he seethed and I saw his back tighten.
"Fuck Billy I love your fat fucking cock!" she shrieked.
Billy's eyes went wide and he went stiff for a second.
Stef's jaw dropped open and her eyes bugged out too as she realized what was happening. As she realized that he was about to come inside her pussy. The moment hung suspended in time until...
Her expression turned to worn resignation. Then, a split second later, her back arched up off the table and she grabbed her own tits and pinched the nipples.
I couldn't believe it. It was as if she knew what was happening but she was letting it happen anyways. Even without any protection, she was going to let Billy fuck his cum into her.
"Fuck Billy yes!" she shrieked. "Fuck your cum into me!"
Billy's orgasm took over his body. His hips started slamming against Stef. I saw his glistening cock sliding in and out of her tight snatch. I saw it tighten. I saw it spasm. I saw it lurch as the muscles pushed his cum through the shaft, the head delivering it to the deepest parts of Stef's hot pussy, as close to her womb as it would go.
As he fucked them through their shared orgasm I thought of what his sperm were doing inside her. I wondered is she was ready, if she was ripe. I wondered if his seed would take root, cutting off what had started between us before it had even begun.
It was an incredibly irresponsible thing for her to do. For me too. I should have said something. I should have put a stop to it. But it was too fucking hot. The thought of another man breeding her before I got to her was just too fucking hot.
When the band had all finished with her they quickly dressed and packed their stuff. None of them looked at me, not even Billy. They just walked out as quickly as the could leaving me standing there and Stef still naked on the table, oozing their cum.
That's when I walked over to the table and looked down at her.
She looked up and smiled weakly. "I'm sorry," she said and it looked like she was going to start to cry.
"Sorry?" I asked. "Sorry about what?"
"I'm sorry I... I shouldn't have let him cum inside me like that. It didn't bother you?"
It did. It bothered me in all the worst ways and made me hot in all the best ways but there was no way to explain that right then. Instead, I knelt down at the table, my face just inches from her pussy.
"What are you doing?!?" she balked, scrambling to get up.
I held her down with my hands on her stomach and looked up. I didn't say a word. Just pressed my tongue against her pussy and got to work.
Feeling her shudder as the first drips of acrid cum dribbled out onto my tongue was something I'll never forget.
Chapter 26
The church was hot as fuck. We'd been standing by the altar with Derek, my best man, for the better part of twenty minutes and the handkerchief I was using to mop my brow was soaked. I cursed whoever had decided it was a good idea to have men wear tuxes to their weddings on the hottest days of the year.
My mom and dad were seated in the second pew. They were sweating too, especially my dad and I wondered if he was going to make it with his high blood pressure.
The thought came as it always did, out of nowhere and occupied my whole mind. My whole fucking being, for that matter.
Laura. I'd had sex with Laura and never told Stef.
It had been a year. We'd dated long distance for a while before I asked Stef to marry me and she'd said yes. She moved up from down south and in with me and my life had never been so good. It was like we were made for each other.
We both loved relaxing above all else and would spend long weekends binge watching movies on Netflix and getting drunk. We had talked a lot about what had happened with Allan and Billy and the band. She had some shit she needed to work through but it didn't get in the way of us. Things were perfect.
Except for this one fucking thing. This one fucking problem.
It probably wasn't even a problem. When I thought about it, how was Laura ever going to find out? Unless she took Stef aside and told her herself, it wasn't like Arnold was going to do it. If I didn't do it, no one would.
But it wasn't about that. I'd been stressing about this from the day we'd decided on a date for the wedding. We'd shared everything, after all. She'd told me about all the boyfriends she'd remembered having. I'd told her about all of the girls I'd been with. Everything except for this one thing.
Now, the closer it got to our wedding and every time I thought about, the more I thought I was going to throw up.
Even as I glanced over at the string quartet we'd hired, sitting in the corner on their cell phones waiting for things to start up, I felt a wave of nausea come flooding over me.
I heard a car. A door slammed. The whole congregation turned to see if it was her.
It was. It was Stef. There was the limo we'd hired. Her bridesmaid was helping her up the steps.
I knew in that moment that I couldn't let things go. I couldn't leave them the way they were. I couldn't begin something so amazing without coming clean. Even if it there was a chance that everything would fall apart.
Before I knew what I was doing, I was running down the aisle. I heard gasps on either side. I didn't care. I had to get this done. I had to get this done.
The bridesmaid nearly body-checked me before I got to Stef. "You're not supposed to see her before the wedding!" she shrieked.
I actually had to physically push her out of the way. I grabbed a confused looking Stef, spun her around and walked her out of the church and into the noon day sun outside.
"Sammy? What's going on?" she asked, her voice full of worry, her brow furrowed in concern.
It took a few moments for me to catch my breath. I put both hands on her arms and looked straight into her eyes. "Baby. I have to tell you something."
I shook my head. "No. It couldn't. This is important."
She started to look worried again. "Babe, what is it?" she asked quietly.
I looked up at the blue sky. Somehow I'd always known this moment would come, I was just pushing it out of my mind. Pretending it wasn't real or that I was the kind of guy that could get married to someone and not tell them something like this. I knew I had to do it.
I just hoped it wasn't about to ruin everything.
"Sammy?" she asked.
I closed my eyes. "Stefanie... before I met you, I slept with Laura."
It felt like the sun suddenly got hotter in the sky. Had all the birds stopped chirping or had it always been this silent? I knew I had to open my eyes but I couldn't bring myself to do it, it was too hard. So I stood there waiting for her to respond.
Not. A. Word.
Finally, I couldn't take it any more. I opened my eyes and looked at my bride-to-be.
There was Stef, the first Stef, the one I'd met at Laura's house, looking back at me and smiling at same wry smile.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. This was the last thing I'd expected, the last way I thought she'd react. This was... what was this? "You're not mad?" I whispered.
"Mad?" she purred. "How do you think I found out about your little fantasy?"
Adrenaline filled my veins and it made my heart thunder in my chest with joy. "You... you knew this whole time?"
Stef sighed and rolled her eyes. She looked stunning in her white dress, ironic as the color was. "Sammy, get your ass into that church before I have to kick it inside. I'm about to burn up out here. And next time you have a secret to keep, can I suggest a better time than... "
I started laughing. She knew. She had known all along! I was home free! Everything was going to be fine. I leaned forward to kiss her but she put her palm up just in time to stop me. "Okay. Okay," I said, trying to calm my breathing. "I love you."
"I love you too, baby," she said quietly. Then the smile came back. That wicked smile. "By the way, there's something I forgot to tell you, too," she whispered.
"There is?"
"It can wait. Get in there."
And I knew it could. There was nothing that couldn't wait now. This was going to be the perfect first day of the rest of our lives.
I ran back to the altar muttering apologies to everyone seated in the pews. As the quartet began to play Pachelbel's Cannon in D major, I looked out at our guests one last time. A smile caught my eye.
It was Arnold. Arnold Masters was sitting a few pews behind my parents grinning at me. As Stef passed in her beautiful white dress, he glanced sideways at her, then back at me.
My heart thumped. My stomach flopped.
Arnold Masters winked.
Stef smiled.
It was the perfect way to begin our new life.
THE END
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