Wedding Day [MF] [Cheating]

I stood in the back surveying the scene. It was perfect. The flowers were beautiful. The decorations elegant. Everything was exactly where it should be. Nothing was out of place, off center, or hanging crooked. It was the kind of wedding that most little girls dream of, like it had fallen straight out of a magazine.

“Are you here with the bride or the groom, sir?”

I smiled at the usher that had spoken to me, with pink rose pinned to his lapel and ornate service guides in his hands. “I’m here for the bride,” I answered.

“Very well,” he said. “The bride’s side is on the right. But you’re a little early. The ceremony doesn’t start for another 30 minutes.”

“No problem. I’ll wander around, maybe get a sip of water before I sit down.”

He nodded cordially as I left the sanctuary. I wandered around for a few minutes. I’d never been in a church that size. I felt like I could have gotten lost in there. But after a couple minutes I heard voices coming down a hallway.

“She is dressed and ready to go. You know how she is. Probably the first bride to ever be completely ready early on her wedding day. She said she just wants a bit of time alone to settle her nerves.”

I stepped through an open doorway into an empty room. Judging by the posters on the walls and craft supplies on the shelves it must have been a kids’ Sunday school room or something. I stood in the dark and let the voices pass me by, talking about flower arrangements or some nonsense.

I waited for them to leave before continuing down the hallway. Most of the doors were open and the unused rooms dark. The single closed door with light peeking beneath made it easy to identify which room she was in.

I opened the door quietly, stepped inside, and closed the door behind me.

“I just need a few minutes to mys…” her words caught in her throat when she turned around and saw me standing there. She stood from her chair, her eyes wide, her face going pale. “What … how … you can’t be here.” She said fiercely.

“You look beautiful,” I said with a smile.

She marched over to me, anger flushing her pale face a bright pink. “I’m about to get married. What the hell are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see you on your big day.” I reached out and lightly brushed her cheek with my fingers.

She angrily slapped my hand away. “I told you I can’t see you anymore. We can’t do this anymore. I’m getting married. MARRIED!”

I might have snarled a little. I grabbed her by the back of the neck and jerked her to me, pulling her body into mine. I stared down into her eyes and felt the corner of one side of my mouth curl up into a smirk.

“I know what you said. I remember it perfectly. But I’ve decided I’m not satisfied with your answers. I decided I’m not going to let you end it.” I said softly.

She felt so good pressed against my body. She always felt good like that. I slid my hand from the back of her neck around to her throat. I felt her gasp catch in her chest as I began to squeeze.

“You can’t stop this,” I continued. “You know you can’t. You need it as much as I do. Sooner or later you’d come crawling back. I’ve just decided I don’t want to wait.”

I leaned down to speak directly in her ear as I continued applying pressure on her throat. “You found yourself a nice guy to marry. So sweet and caring. He loves you. He’d never hurt you. And you love him.

“But you need to be hurt, at least a little. You need to be taken. Used. Deep inside you know it’s true. You can’t stand the idea of the rest of your life being filled with sweet, gentle sex. You’ll never be satisfied with gentle ‘love-making’. That’s not what will make you cum.

“You need to be fucked.”

As I spoke into her ear she leaned her head into mine, probably not even realizing she was nuzzling against my cheek. I stood up straight and looked down into her eyes. Oh there was a request there, a pleading for me to leave, to go away and never come back – but the need was there too. She knew I was right.

I relaxed my grip on her throat, enough to let her breath, and wrapped my other arm around her waist, pulling her hard against me. She pushed up on her toes, sliding her body against mine, her mouth reaching for mine.

I slid my hand behind her head and pulled her into a fierce kiss. Our tongues met, exploring, searching, taking. I spun her around and pushed her against the door. My hands ran up and down her body, cupping her face, her breasts, her ass. She wrapped her arms around my neck pulling me hard against her mouth.

I started fumbling at the zipper on the back of her dress, but she broke off our kiss and murmured, “No, this thing is a bitch to get into.”

She started working at my belt and I gathered her fluffy dress up around her waist. She pulled my cock free of my pants and started stroking it lightly. I lifted one of her legs up and wrapped it around my hip. I pushed her panties to the side and she pulled me toward her, positioning my dick, trying to get me inside her.

I held myself back, sliding my tip against her pussy, refusing to push myself inside her. “Say it,” I said.

Her eyes narrowed in defiance, frustration flooding her face.

“Say it,” I repeated.

“Fuck me,” she said.

I leaned in close to her ear again, my lips brushing her cheek. “Ask. Say please.”

She groaned, annoyed and frustrated. She wrapped her arms around my head, pulling my mouth to her neck. I brushed my lips against her soft skin, kissing her neck softly. Teasing. Kissing. Nibbling.

“Fuck me,” she groaned. “Please. Please fuck me.”

I slammed myself inside her. Hard and deep, she took all of me in a single thrust. I cradled her leg with one hand pumped myself inside her. She pushed herself up on the toes of one foot and clung to my shoulders like she was trying to climb me.

I slid my hand under her other leg, lifting her completely off the floor, pinning her against the door. I held her up as I slammed into her again and again.

“You can’t help yourself, can you? You need to be fucked like a slut. Your little pussy just aches for it.” I growled. She just moaned an unintelligible response.

I carried to a table in the center of the room. I let her down onto her feet and spun her away from me. I pushed lightly on her back and she bent over the table easily for me. I slid my hands up her legs, pushing all the folds of her dress up over her back.

“This is a whole lot of white for such a cheap slut,” I said. Before she could respond I shoved my dick inside her again. What ever she was going to say turned into a long guttural moan.

I held her hips and slammed into her. I fucked her hard. If anyone was walking down the hallway at the moment they’d surely hear our grunts and moans, and the sound of our body’s slapping together.

I reached out to grab a fistful of her hair. I jerked her head back, forcing her to arch her back.

“You can marry the guy. Give him your heart. I don’t give a fuck. But this body is mine.” I said as I slammed into her again and again.

That did the trick. Her legs started to shake and her pussy clamped down on me as she moaned out her pleasure. It took me over the edge too and I pumped my cum into her while she came on my dick.

I let go of her hair and let her fall back into the table. I thrust into her a few more times before slowing down, using her pussy to milk the cum from my balls. I rested, still inside her, catching my breath, running my hands over her ass.

She stood when I took a step back and we both adjusted our clothes, not saying a word to each other. She looked in the mirror and started fixing her hair, occasionally throwing an annoyed glance at me through the reflection.

“What now?” She asked, a hint of apprehension in her voice.

“You go get married. I’m excited to see the ceremony. And I guess I’ll just have to make myself wait to see you until after your honeymoon,” I answered.

She just nodded. There was nothing left to be said. We both knew it wasn’t over. We both knew nothing was going to change.

I left her to fix her makeup and prepare herself for her wedding. Before I closed the door behind me I poked my head back in and said, “The flowers are beautiful, by the way.”

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