8 Days Chapter 1

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8 Days Chapter 1wedding, anal cheating, voyeurism With 8 days left before their wedding, Damon and Lacey decide to seeother people one last time.I sat with my feet up, flipping through random television channels as Irepeatedly glanced at the clock on the wall. Although I fully trustedmy fiancé, I knew how crazy bachelorette parties could get. Even so, itwasn’t Lacey’s behaviour that I was concerned about. I was far moreworried about how my friend Jenna was fitting in with my girlfriend andher comparatively snooty friends. As a favour to me, Lacey had involvedher in her pre-wedding festivities and made her a bridesmaid, albeitafter a fair bit of convincing on my part. Although Jenna and I had been friends long before I met Lacey, mygirlfriend had always treated her with an unfair amount contempt. Isensed that jealousy was a motivating factor, although Lacey would neveradmit it. Jenna had made no secret of how she felt about my fiancéeither, constantly referring to her affectionately as ‘Barbie.’ I hadhoped that by convincing them to spend some time together, that some ofthe animosity might melt away before the wedding. The knock that came at the door soon dashed those hopes.Before I could say ‘come in’ the front door swung open and Jenna stormedin, her face flushed red with obvious discontent. I stared wide eyed asshe strode across the floor and whipped her purse into the sofa with anaggression I had never before witnessed.“Fucking cunt!” she cursed through gritted teeth as she paced across thefloor in front of me. I sucked in a long breath and winced in disappointment.“Did you have fun?” I asked, cautiously, although I obviously knew theanswer. “No I did not have fun!” she fumed. “That was the worst night of my life.”“Whoa, there,” I said, trying to calm my friend down as she continued topace. “Why don’t you have a seat and tell me what happened.”“Nothing happened,” she explained, throwing her arms out withexasperation. “She was just her usually bitchy self. That’s all.”“Come on. It couldn’t have been that bad.”Jenna sat down on the couch and leaned back, slapping her hands into thecushions. I started to feel bad for even pressuring her into attendingthe bachelorette party. I should have known. The two girls were simplytoo different to get along. Jenna was a former tom-boy with a uniquestyle and a staunch distaste for all things that she considered trendy. She had had a difficult c***dhood that forced her to develop a veryindependent personality and a severe distrust of authority. She workedas a photographer and had a very insightful way of looking at theworld. I had never met a girl quite like her before, and I assumed Inever would again. Sometimes we would just lie out on the roof of herold Mercury Cougar and stare at the stars, sharing a bottle of JackDaniels as we talked about ridiculous topics like ‘who would win in afight between Bert and Ernie’. From day one, Jenna had disliked Lacey, resenting my fiancé’s privilegedupbringing. In fact, she represented everything Jenna hated, referringto her as a ‘blonde bimbo’ or a ‘pampered princess’. Lacey, likewiseresented the time that the two of us spent together. Although mostpeople would not even compare Jenna to Lacey in terms of looks, myfriend did possess a certain sexy quality that could be considered quiteattractive. Her body was thin, although she could eat anything shewanted without gaining pound. Her breasts were relatively small insize, a fact that Lacey continually liked to bring up behind her back,although Jenna didn’t seem to care at all. She had a cute little pointynose and thin lips that were often curled up on one side into anadorable smirk. Her hair was straight and brown, somewhat unremarkableunless she decided at the spur of the moment to dye it purple or greenas she sometimes was prone to do. Her almond shaped eyes her deep andbrown, often outlined with dark liner or blue eyeshadow depending on hermood. Her style of dress was as varied as her personality. One day shewould appear in a pair of low riding army fatigues and tank top, thenext in a black leather skirt and fishnet stockings. She had a sharpwit and a mouth like a sailor, especially when she was drinking.“Fucking cunt!”I sat back and waited for Jenna’s temper to subside before attempting toconverse once again. Gradually, she calmed down enough for me to tryagain. Before I could speak however, she turned to me with a look ofstern resolve. “Are you seriously going to marry that bitch?”I might have been offended by her comments, but after months of beingcaught between the two women, I had grown a remarkably thick skin. “Yes,” I responded calmly. “I am going to marry…her.”“Damon,” she pleaded, reaching out to grab my hand. “She is not the onefor you.”I tried to smile in order to lighten the mood, but Jenna’s penetratingeyes locked on mine with an intense stare that seemed to freeze my facein a blank, confused expression. “Look, Jenna,” I began, shifted to face her. “I know you don’t like herbut…”“It’s not just that,” she snapped, cutting me off abruptly. “You shouldsee how she acts when you’re not around. You should have seen her tonight!”“It was her bachelorette party,” I explained, in an attempt torationalize my fiancé’s supposed behaviour. “I’m sure she…”“Damon!”The intensity of her voice stopped me cold.“She just…doesn’t,” she continued, her tone softening. “…appreciateyou.”I looked down at my hand, which Jenna was now lightly stroking, andraised an eyebrow with slight confusion. “Whoa,” I blurted out, pulling my arm back with surprise. “Are youtelling me…what I think you’re telling me?”Jenna’s lip curled up into the smile that I always found so adorable.“I…I don’t know…” she stammered, her voice now quiet and passive. “I’ve just been thinking about thing a lot lately…and…”I just stared as I awaited her explanation.“Well…have you ever thought about…ya know…us?”I laughed and shook my head with amazement.“Does it matter?” I asked. “I mean come on Jenna. I’m getting marriedin eight days.”Before she could say another word, we both became aware of the sound ofa car pulling into the driveway.“Well,” she said promptly as she snatched up her purse. “That’s my cue.”As much as I would have liked to continue our conversation, I knew thatit probably wouldn’t be a good idea for her to stick around when Laceywalked through the door. I sat back as Jenna stood up and headed forthe door. Without another word, she slipped out just as my girlfriendwalked in. I cringed as they passed each other without so much as a word.“What was that little skank doing here?” Lacey, asked in a demandingtone as she slammed the door behind her.“Oh, hi Hon,” I greeted cheerfully, hopping up from my seat as shewalked in and set her purse on the kitchen counter. “How was the…?”“What…” she snapped again, holding her hand up in an authoritarianmanner. “…was she doing here?”“She just dropped by to say hi,” I explained, leaning in to give Lacey afriendly kiss. “Yeah, I bet,” she muttered dismissively, kicking off her tall blackheels. “Did she tell you how she freaked out and tried to ruin mybachelorette party?”I shook my head as I walked back in and sat down in the living room,running my hand across my face in dread of the upcoming conversation Iknew was going to take place.“Oh my god!” she began, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge andfollowing me out of the kitchen. “She is such a little bitch. Okay, sowe were at the strippers and she was being all bitchy and sullen…youknow…like she usually is. And then Stacy made one little commentabout her clothes and Jenna just freaked out! She made a huge scene andstormed out. It was sooo embarrassing.”I pursed my lips together and listened, remaining silent. I wasn’t goingto argue, but I knew that there was more to the story than Lacey wastelling. I knew how her friends could be, and I knew what it took toget Jenna angry. I was definitely in no mood for an argument though, soI kept my mouth shut. “That’s it,” she continued, waving her hand in the air. “She is notcoming to our wedding!”I took a deep breath.“Lace,” I began, dreading the turn of the conversation. “We’ve discussedthis already. She’s…”“You know she’s in love with you, right?”Her statement caught me off guard and I stammered as I tried to figureout what to say.“What…are…I mean…”“Oh stop it!” she said, taking a drink of water. “You have to havenoticed by now.”I dismissed the notion with a wave of my hand before changing thesubject. We talked for a while longer…or should I say, Lacey talkedfor a while, and I listened. As she continued ranting, I sat back and watched, barely hearing thewords coming out of her mouth. I then realized just how opposite thetwo main women in my life were. Lacey was, in a word, beautiful. Shewas the typical ideal most commonly prized by the superficial male. Shealways reminded me of the antagonist in one of those high schoolromantic comedies. With blonde hair and big blue eyes, it was easy tosee how Jenna could refer to her as ‘Barbie.” In contrary to Jenna’scarefree attitude, my fiancé was the definition of high maintenance. Her hair and makeup were always impeccable, even when she went to thegym. Coming from a reasonably rich family, she had never really had towork, preferring a daily regime of tanning, waxing, trips to the salonand whatever else she felt like she needed in order to maintain herflawless appearance. She had soft, round features with full, thicklips. In fact, those were my absolute favourite physical feature ofhers. Soft and pouty, she had often been accused of injecting collageninto them, although as far as I knew, they were completely natural. Herbreasts were full, ample and always on display. I got the impressionthat she had always relied on them to get her way with people. I thinkthat was part of the reason she was always so quick to belittle Jenna’scomparatively diminutive chest. Her penchant for cleavage-revealingoutfits and provocative dresses had often attracted unwanted attentionfrom male suitors, landing me in more than one uncomfortable situation. Her weight tended to fluctuate greatly, and always caused her asignificant amount of distress. Border lining obsession, Lacey weighedherself several times daily and constantly fretted over every pound shegained or lost. With our wedding fast approaching, she had doubled herefforts, enlisting the help of a personal trainer for daily sessions atour local gym. I for one loved her soft, curvy physique regardless ofher weight. I even joked about how she looked like she had the face ofAndi Anderson and the body of Alexis Texas, two of my favourite porn stars.Unlike, Jenna’s carefree, artistic demeanour, Lacey was driven andambitious. She was used to getting her own way and usually knew how toget it. She could be the sweetest girl in the world, or she could beone’s worst enemy. I always thought she would make a great businesswoman or lawyer if she could actually stay focused on one thing for morethan a day. She had currently been working as a pharmaceutical rep,although she had recently taken time off to plan our wedding andhoneymoon. As Lacey grew tired of ranting, she headed to the bathroom to have ashower while I went to bed. I was hoping to avoid any furtherconversation about Jenna by getting to sleep, but I found myself unablebefore she joined me in bed. “So how were the strippers?” I asked, as she climbed into bed beside me.“I…liked them,” she said with a smile as she snuggled up next to me.“Yeah? Did you get a private dance?”“Maybe…” she answered cryptically with a mischievious look on her facethat actually concerned me. I was about to question her further, when she spoke again.“Actually,” she began in a tone that tuned my concern to worry. “There’ssomething I wanted to talk to you about.”“O…kay,” I uttered suspiciously as Lacey avoided eye contact bywatching her own finger lightly stroke along my chest.“Well, have you ever thought about…,” she began before pausingslightly as if picking the right words to use. “…the fact that I’mgoing to be the only one that you’ll ever have sex with for the rest ofyour life?”I was taken aback be by my fiancé’s query. I took a moment as I satthere stunned, before she looked up into my eyes.“Uhhh,” I stammered, as she batted her eyes and waited for my response.“Maybe…I guess.”“And that doesn’t bother you?”“Okay, look,” I said bluntly in an attempt at easing her worries. “I’mnot going to cheat on you. You don’t have to worry.”“Yeah, I know,” she continued, something still obviously on her mind. “But…do you ever feel like there’s still something…you’d like to try?”“Like to try?”“Uh huh. Like…sexually.”“Like a cheerleader or an Asian girl?” I joked, lightening the mood witha slight smile.I expected Lacey to laugh, but she just shrugged.“Sure,” she said. “If that’s what you would like to still try.”“Okay, wait a sec here,” I blurted out, sitting up straight in bed. “Are you offering me…what I think you are?”“Well…,” she said, sitting up as well. “I think it might actually bea good idea for us to use our last single days to…,”“Whoa!” I said, cutting her off with a raised hand. “You want to fucksome other guy? A week before our wedding?”“Just listen and let me explain,” she returned, squirming into akneeling position. “We have eight days left of being single. I for one,haven’t really been with that many guys. I just kind of want…to seewhat else is out there?”“What else is out there?” I exclaimed with exasperation. “You’re twentyeight years old! You’ve had plenty of chances to see what else is outthere.”“Yeah, but…” she pleaded, growing more desperate by the second. “Ireally haven’t been with that many guys. I mean…you’ve been with alot more people than I have.”“So, is that what this is about?” I asked. “You want to catch up with me?”“Nooooo,” she whined, her brow furrowing with growing disappointment. “I’ve always been the kind of girl to be in a relationship. I’ve neverhad the chance güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri to just…have fun.”“So you want to use the next week to a slut?”“Look,” she said, trying to stay calm. “I might not even do anything. Ijust want one week to be single before I marry you for the rest of mylife. Is that really too much to ask? Most guys would jump at the chanceto screw as many girls as they want!”I paused for a moment as I tried to process the information. It wastrue, I had been focusing on Lacey and not the fun that I could behaving for the next eight days. “No…” I said after a long pause. “Nice try. It’s going to be a hellof lot harder for me to get laid than you.” “Well,” she said softly, her voice taking on a sensual, seductive toneas she ran her fingers up my chest. “What if I…sweetened the pot?”I looked down into her soft blue eyes as she smiled back at me. “What did you have in mind?” I asked, growing intrigued by her sensualmannerisms. “Well…,” she continued, biting her lip as she paused for an agonizingmoment. “What if on our honeymoon…I let you do…anything you want tome?”As she spoke, her soft lips touched my shoulder, gradually working theirway up to my neck.“Anything?” I asked, taking a deep breath as I felt her warm breath inmy ear. “Even…?”“Uh huh,” she purred, biting down gently on my earlobe. “You canfuck…my…tight…little…virgin…ass.”I could feel the blood surging into my dick as the words left her lips. I have often brought up the subject of anal sex, but Lacey had alwaysvehemently refused. She had always been a little conservative in thebedroom, so the thought of doing whatever I wanted to her was a temptingone indeed.“Just think…” she continued, running her foot up my leg as she pressedher crotch into my body and reached back to graze her fingers intantalizing fashion over her luscious, curvy ass. “Me in my littlewhite wedding lingerie…looking so pure and innocent…on my hands andknees just waiting…waiting for you to take me…and violate me…touse my tight…little…asshole.”“Okay!” I blurted out, before I could think about what I was agreeingto. “Let’s do it.” No sooner had the words left my mouth, than Lacey’s seductive visagemelted away before a broad, beaming smile. She threw her arms around meand pressed her lips into mine with an enthusiasm I had rarely witnessedsince we had first started dating.“This is going to be great!” she exclaimed in between ravenous kisses. “You won’t regret it!”“I think I already do,” I said with a groan, as Lacey tried to lightenmy spirits with more amorous behaviour. “It’ll be good,” she promised. “You’ll see.”I nodded and tried not to think about what my fiancé would be doing overthe next week. After all, how bad could it be? “Oh,” she said suddenly as if just remembering something. “There’s justone rule.”“What’s that?” I asked casually.“You can’t fuck Jenna.”* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *When I awoke the next morning, Lacey was already up. I could hear hersinging to herself as she skipped through the house. At first I wondered why she was so happy, but then it dawned on me and Iremembered what I had agreed to the following night. I groaned andpulled the covers back over my head. Twenty minutes later, I hauledmyself out of bed just Lacey was heading out the door. “Where are you going?” I asked, scratching my head as she flitted by,twirling her car keys on her finger. “I’m meeting with Stacy for brunch and then we’re going to pick up mydress.”Lacey had insisted on planning the entire wedding. She tended to be abit of a control freak about things like that and I was happy to handover the reins. It had actually been stressing her out quite a bitthough, so I was happy to see her a little bit more relaxed. “I’ll be back this afternoon,” she said, giving me a kiss on the cheekbefore skipping out the door.“Whatever,” I muttered to myself bitterly as the door slammed shut. “Trynot to suck any dicks on the way to the restaurant.”* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *“What are you fucking crazy!!”“Keep your voice down,” I said in a hushed tone as stirred my coffee,staring down into the creamy brown, liquid as it swirled around in thesmall white cup.Cale just stared at me dumbfounded from across the table as he shook hishead in disbelief. “Please tell me you’re k**ding,” he pushed, slapping his hand down asthe dishes rattled from the force.“Nope.”“What are you fucking crazy?” he reiterated, louder than before.I cast my friend a chiding gaze as other customers in the diner werebeginning to take notice. “I’m sorry,” he stammered, holding his hands up in apology. “I justcan’t believe you agreed to that.”“It won’t be so bad,” I muttered, raising the cup to my lips and takinga sip. “I get to sleep around too.”Cale lowered his head and stared at me as his mouth dropped open. “Dude,” he said simply as if that one word was enough to prove hispoint. “You’re not a bad looking guy, but come on…Let’s face it.”“What?” I asked, not looking up from my coffee.“Do you have any fucking idea how hot your girlfriend is!” he exclaimed,once again drawing the attention of several of the other customers. “She’s ridiculously hot! She could get laid every minute of every dayuntil your wedding! She’s probably got some guy’s dick inside her rightnow!”“Alright, alright!” I stated with annoyance. “I know. I don’t need youto tell me that. I’m trying not to think about it.”“Okay,” he continued, his tone shifting to one of positivity. “You knowwhat. Let’s make the best of this. Tonight’s your bachelor party, andit’s going to be epic!”“Sure, sure,” I agreed, although I had a hard time getting excited.* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *“So when are you going out?” Lacey asked as I stood in front of themirror, applying the last finishing touches to my hair.“Cale should be here any minute to pick me up,” I explained as shewatched me from the bathroom door with vested interest.“Where are you going?” she asked.“I have no idea,” I replied truthfully as I gave myself a final lookbefore flipping off the light. “It’s supposed to be a surprise.”“Oh,” she said, sounding somewhat disappointed. “Well…when do youthink you’ll be back?”“Probably pretty late.”I walked into the kitchen, grabbing my keys off the counter beforesliding open one of the drawers. “Hey Lace!” I called out, rummaging through the drawer. “Do you haveany gum?”“Umm, yeah, I think so,” she called back from the bedroom. “Check mypurse.”I located my fiancé’s purse and began rifling through, searching for apack of gum when I found something that caught my eye. I closed myfingers around it and pulled out a white business card with what seemedto be a picture of a naked man on the front. I quickly realized that itwas from the strip club that Lacey had been to the night before. Idropped it back into the cluttered handbag, but as the card fell, itflipped over to reveal something else that caught my eye. On the backof the card was the name “Brett” with what plainly appeared to be aphone number. I held the small paper card in my hand for a moment as mymind processed what I had just discovered. “Did you find it?”I dropped the card back into the Lacey’s purse as soon as I heard mygirlfriend’s voice re-emerge from the bedroom. “Uh…yeah, I…got it. Thanks.”As I turned to see Lacey make her way into the living room and slumpdown on the couch in front of the TV, I watched her to look for any signthat she may have made plans. She was wearing a pair of pink sweatpantsand hoodie, with her hair tied back in a pony tail. For the first timesince as long as I could remember, she wasn’t even wearing makeup.“Do…you have any plans tonight?” I asked, pacing slowly as I waitedfor my friend’s arrival. “Nope,” she answered. “I’m just going to stay in and watch a movie.” Before I could ask another question, the blaring of a car horn soundedout over the noise of the TV. I said goodbye, and headed out the door,eager to begin my bachelor party.My bachelor party turned out to be, in a word, a disaster. Afterpicking up a couple friends we headed to a lounge for a few drinks,where Cale got into a fight one of the other patrons. After gettingkicked out, we went to a strip club, where we my friends had reserved aVIP room. The dancers assigned to our little room were not the mostattractive however, making the whole experience somewhat unpleasant. Wedecided to cut our losses and head to a nightclub, where Cale insisted Icould make good on my fiancé’s agreement. On route we ran into a policeroadblock, throwing yet another monkey wrench into our plans. Eventhough Cale came in under the limit when subjected to the breathalyser,the police saw fit to issue a twenty-four hour suspension and the carwas towed. A couple of the guys insisted on continuing the night, butby then I was cold sober and just wanted to go home. We said ourgoodbyes and I began the thirty minute walk back to my house. After the lengthy walk, I strolled down my street, my feet burning fromthe dress shoes I had chosen to wear. As I neared the house Lacey and Irented however, I noticed a little red sports car in the driveway. Myheart dropped immediately and I froze in place as I studied the vehiclefor any sign of recognition. Although I secretly hoped that it belongedto one of Lacey’s friends, I didn’t recognize it at all. My thoughtskept coming back to that business card in her purse as I cautiously mademy way towards the house. As I came up to the car, I began to look for any sign that would tell mewho it belonged to. Aside from a gym bag in the back seat however, thevehicle was spotless. Continuing on my way, I opted not to go throughthe front door, instead choosing to go around back. As I stepped aroundto the side of the house, I noticed that the small window looking downinto our bedroom was open and the light was on. For safety reasons, thewindow was able to open only a few inches but we usually kept itclosed. Lacey liked to have it open during the night, because ourbedroom tended to get quite hot. Slowly I crept towards the small window as my heart began to race. As Idrew near, I took one final deep breath before crouching down andpeering through the screen down into our bedroom. Then I felt my heart drop.Seated on my bed with his back to me was a naked man. He was leaningback, supported by his arms as if waiting for something. I couldn’t seehis face but his body looked extremely tanned and muscular, with shortdark hair and a tattoo across his shoulders. My girlfriend was nowhereto be seen, but I did notice two half empty wine glasses seated on thebedside table. As I continued to watch with interest, he turned his headto look at something, giving me a partial view of his face. Irecognized him from the picture on the business card in Lacey’s purse. “Brett,” I muttered to myself in disgust.I was beginning to wonder where my fiancé was when I heard her whimsicalvoice call out from another room.“Ready?”I settled down into a more comfortable position as I continued to watchwith interest. A few seconds later, Lacey appeared in the bedroomdoorway, dressed only in a pair of thigh high, black sheer stockings. “Is this what you like?” she asked the man on the bed as she assumed aprovocative pose in display of her naked body and sexy leg-wear. “Uh huh,” he answered simply as he raised his hand and motioned her tocome closer. Lacey smiled and dropped to her hands and knees, crawling across thebedroom floor like a cat with a wide, beaming smile plastered across herbeautiful face.“Lie down,” she suggested as she neared the naked man, looking up intohis eyes with a look of pure, a****listic lust. Brett did as she said, lying back on the bed as my girlfriend admiredhis tanned, hairless body. It was then that I realized Lacey’sreasoning for suggesting our little “deal.” She had already set up herclandestine rendezvous, prior to suggesting it to me! I seethed withanger, but remained quiet as I watched events unfold. Lacey promptly joined him on the bed, flipping a leg over his head tosettle her pussy down onto his face in a sexy sixty nine position. Herperfect face flashed with sensuality as she felt his lips between herlegs and she lowered herself down to his waiting cock. I swallowed hardas I took in the unbearable sight of another man’s dick in my fiancé’smouth as her soft, pouty lips slid down his thick shaft. I looked downto see Brett’s face buried in between her thighs, his mouth sucking ather hairless pussy as she encouraged him with appreciative, lustymoans. Her head dipped and dove on his upwards pointing cock as hersoft, gorgeous lips travelled the length of his shaft.“Oh yeah,” he gasped, sucking at her rosy lips, moaning into her hole asshe rode his face.The bobbing of Lacey’s head produced a wet, slurping sound as she purredaround his girth. Brett then reached down and placed his palm at theback of her head, urging her to take him deeper as he began pumpingupwards into her open mouth. Gasping with pleasure, she lifted her lipsfrom his cock, stroking his shaft as she let a thick droplet of salivadrip down onto her pumping fist.“Mmmm, I love your cock,” she moaned as she stroked him, gazing withadmiration at his long, wet pole. “I want it inside me.”Lacey lifted her dripping pussy off his face, leaving his smiling visageglazed with her juices as she crawled down his naked body. Switchingpositions, she turned to face him as she hovered over his dick, reachingdown to lift it upwards to meet her descending hole. “Oooooh, yessssss,” she exclaimed, her voice dripping with sluttiness asher body came to rest on his, with his long, hard cock planted deepinside her.Pangs of jealously wracked my body as I watched my future wife ride themale stripper’s naked, chiselled body. Brett’s hands continued toexplore her body, groping wantonly at her large, heaving breasts as shebounced atop his dick. “Do you like fucking that little wet pussy?” she asked, gazing down intohis face. Her filthy words surprised perabet güvenilir mi me, as Lacey had never been a fan of dirty talk.“I fucking love it,” he replied, his hand dropping down to guide herhips along his shaft. “And I love fucking you in your boyfriend’s bed.”“Ohhh, you’re a dirty boy,” she squealed, leaning back to fit more ofhis cock inside her. “Does that turn you on? You like fucking me in myfiancé’s bed?”“Yes,” he gasped, his hands clutching her hips forcefully as he added afew upward thrusts into her writhing body.“Mmmm,” she purred. “It turns me on too. It makes me feel like such adirty little slut.”Brett smiled.“You like being a dirty little slut?”“Yes! I love it. I want to be your dirty little slut!”My mouth dropped open in amazement as I listened to Lacey’s continualbarrage of filthy comments. I had used the word “slut” once during sexand I had ended up sleeping on the couch. “Make me your dirty whore,” she continued, her nails clawing at hischest. “Do whatever you want to me!”“You want me to do whatever I want to you?” Brett clarified, his facelightening with optimistic excitement. “Yes! I want you to use me! I want you to own me!”Brett grabbed her thick, curvy ass and raised his torso off the bedbefore flipping Lacey onto her back, his cock still firmly buried insideher insatiable pussy. With her legs spread wide, he pounded his dickinto her with forceful, plunging thrusts as she howled with enjoyment.His muscular ass flexed with every descent, filling my girlfriend’shungry hole with the entire length of his shaft.After a few more minutes of savage fucking, Brett pulled his wet cockout of my fiancé and backed up off of the bed. “Come here,” he ordered, reaching down to grab her hair as he urged herback up onto her hands and knees.Relishing in the rough treatment, Lacey obediently complied, perchingherself at the edge of the bed as Brett rested a hand at the back of herhead and guided his swaying cock towards her waiting face. She reachedup and grabbed the base of his shaft as she looked up lovingly into hiseyes, her tongue swirling around his bulbous head. As she bathed histip with soft wet licks, she smiled warmly before sucking him deep intoher welcoming mouth. Brett moaned with bliss as he held her head inplace and began gently pumping his hips, her cheeks bulging with everyrhythmic thrust as he sent his dick sliding into her mouth. Giving herself over to him, my girlfriend closed her eyes in passiveenjoyment as she allowed him to use her open mouth for his personalpleasure. As his length disappeared past her lips, he butted into theback of her throat, Lacey struggling not to gag from the sensation. Hethen withdrew his cock from my fiancé’s gaping maw and I could see athin line of spittle glisten in the lamplight as it stretched betweenher lips and his dick. He allowed her a quick breath before pushingback into her gasping mouth, drool leaking lewdly from around histhrusting shaft, dribbling down her chin as he proceeded to fuck her face. Again, I was surprised. Lacey had always shown a sensitive distaste fororal sex, but there she was on her hands and knees as Brett obscenelypleasured himself between her open lips. Lacey pulled back, panting as sticky strands of spittle dangled from herparted lips. Rising up, she allowed him to grasp her hair and pull herface to his in a wet, lustful kiss as she reached desperately for hiscock. As she wrapped her hand around his shaft, she stroked his dickwith her engagement ring sparkling in the dim light. My girlfriend thenfed his fat cock back into the back of her throat as he reached down herbody to test the firmness of her supple ass with frantic gropes. Brettthen slid his hand down in between her fleshy cheeks, wetting his fingerin her pussy before stroking it back up over her exposed asshole. Laceymoaned as she felt his probing finger slide easily into her tiny hole,hooking her and pulling her back onto his dick. “I hope you know I’m going to fuck this tight little ass of yours,” hecommented, smiling as his meaty finger dug deeply into her tightening star.I froze as I waited for my fiancé to refute his claim. As his dickslipped from her dripping wet lips, she looked up into his face withnaughty grin.“I told you that you can do whatever you want to me.”My blood boiled with anger as I continued to watch my future wife submitto Brett’s every whim. Her virgin ass, long denied to me, was nowoffered to some sleazy stripper as he smiled down with smug satisfaction.“Turn around,” he ordered, giving her a firm slap on the ass. “I want tofuck you from behind.”Lacey immediately spun around and crawled towards the center beforearching her back in presentation of her lusciously curvaceous backside.Brett crawled up behind her and planted his face into her exposed pussyas she let out periodic moans of encouragement. With her mouth open insilent pleasure, she lowered her face to the mattress as her honeyblonde hair fell across her tightly closed eyes.“Fuck me!” she begged, as he rose up behind her. “Fuck me from behindlike a dirty little whore.”Rising up to a quadruped position, Lacey swept her hair from her face asshe prepped herself for the impending penetration. She then pressed herteeth down atop her bottom lip, taking a deep breath in through her noseas his dick parted her soft folds. Then he was inside her. Mygirlfriend moaned with satisfaction as his cock filled her tight pussyand immediately increased his pace as he fucked her from behind.“Yeah. Give me that fucking dick!” she ordered in between blissful pants. With every slap of his thighs against her rippling ass, her arousalvisibly increased until her face became a mask of unbridled ecstasy. Lacey’s cumbersome backside wiggled with his rhythmic thrusting as shegroaned blissfully in response. “Yes,” she exclaimed as she tossed her head back. “Keep fucking me likethat!”She then clamped her lips shut in an expression of aggressive emotion asshe bobbed her ass back on his dick. Brett reached out and grabbed herroughly by the hair, forcing her downward as he slammed into her pussywith authoritarian fervour. Her body lurched with every thrust, the bedshaking as he pinned face against the mattress. His thick cockcontinued plunging in and out, jostling her ample ass with each andevery stroke until she became pinned flat against the bed. With hislegs straddling hers, she writhed into the sheets, her body shudderingfrom the barrage of short, quick thrusts.As Brett paused to take a much needed breath, he pulled out and rolledLacey onto her side, folding her top leg up against her stomach beforesliding back inside her. She looked back at him, watching his face withinterest as she lightly stroked her finger over her virgin asshole. “Yeah, stick your finger up your ass,” he ordered, pumping his thickcock into her pussy with lack of restraint. Lacey smiled and pushed her tip past her muscular ring as he watched thelewd spectacle with increasing obsession. “Is this what you like?” she asked softly, sinking her tiny finger rightinto her tight little asshole. “Yes,” he groaned in response, leaning low to kiss her with his dickplanted deep inside her as she purred with delight. “Do you want this ass?” she asked with an inviting, sensual tone. “Iwant you to take it. Take my virgin asshole.”Brett pulled his dick back out of her soaking wet hole and strokedhimself as Lacey pulled her top cheek upwards in obscene invitation,offering her orifice to his throbbing cock. My gaze was locked on myfiancé’s much coveted hole as another man prepared to take her analvirginity in plain view of my prying eyes. Her eyes then closed and hermouth opened, panting with pleasure as his cock pierced her tiny starand proceeded to sink inside her supple ass. Inch by inch, hisglistening pole disappeared into my girlfriend’s squirming body.Not wasting any time, he then laid his hands upon her large, fleshycheek and pumped his hips back and forth, sending his cock deep intoLacey’s ass with each increasing stroke.“Fuck yes,” she urged with wanton desperation. “Take it. Take myfucking ass!”Her hands clawed at the bed sheets with lustful agony as he continued topleasure himself in my girlfriend’s virgin asshole. “You like that, you dirty little bitch?” Brett hissed, violating hermost private hole with unabashed enthusiasm. “You like my fucking cockup your ass?”“Yessss,” she squealed, urging him onward with her salacious pantingtaunts. “I love it. Make me your bitch! I’m so fucking dirty!”From my vantage point I could see my fiancé’s tiny hole tightly hugginghis plunging rod as he ravaged her with complete lack of regard. Harderand harder, he fucked her as my eyes widened with astonishment. I fullyexpected her to beg him to slow down, but instead she prodded him toincrease his efforts. “Slap me!” she ordered, gritting her teeth with intensity. “Slap my facewhile you fuck my ass!”“SLAP!”I flinched as Brett’s open hand struck my future wife across the cheek.Again, without question he hit her as her eyes glazed over with alustful intensity I had never before witnessed. “Who’s ass is this?” he asked, grabbing her roughly around the front ofthe neck as his dick continued to plumb her depths with deep, ravagingstrokes.“Yours!” Lacey gasped as his grip tightened around her throat. “It’syour ass!”“That’s right,” he agreed, watching with pleasure as her face turned redfrom lack of oxygen. “And I can have it whenever I want!”“Yes!” she agreed emphatically as he released his grip on her neck andgrabbed her hair, sinking his cock inside her asshole with aparticularly forceful thrust. “You own my ass! Take it! Use me! Use myfucking asshole!”Taken aback by the depravity of my girlfriend’s filthy language, Icontinued to stare wide eyed as Brett subjected her sensitive orifice toa continual barrage of lust driven thrusts, while she screamed andbegged for more. “Are you going to cum in my slutty little ass?” she moaned, her urgentvoice broken by ecstatic pants. “Do you want me to?” Brett shot back as his body began to tense.“Yes!” she begged. “I want it! I want your cum inside me!”His strokes grew more frantic as his face took on an appearance ofintense concentration. I knew what was going to happen. He was goingto cum in my fiancé’s ass.“Ughhh,” he groaned as his hips lurched forward hammering Lacey’s buttwith three short, quick thrusts as she tossed her head back withsatisfied pleasure, feeling his hot cum flooding the inside of herfreshly reamed hole. Brett gave her a few more slow, wet strokes as his creamy white fluidsbegan to seep out from around his withdrawing cock. As he slipped free,his dick swung down between his legs, followed by a trickle of warmfluid that dribbled out of Lacey’s asshole down her luscious cheek andonto the bed.I stood up and staggered backwards, overwhelmed by the slutty scene Ihad just witnessed. My mind was a confused mixture of jealousy andarousal. I felt betrayed, but also angry at myself for not seeing thiscoming when I had agreed to Lacey’s deal. She had given her ass toanother man. A sexual act she had promised to me in return for allowingher one final week of freedom. I was fuming with anger and dying to geteven in some way.And I knew just how to do it. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *“Damon?”Jenna held the door open before me with a surprised expression as Istood in the hallway outside her apartment. She looked as though shewas just about to go to bed, dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants and ablack tank top with her hair tied back in a ponytail.“What are you doing h…,”Her words were cut off as I stepped forward to kiss her, awkwardlypressing my lips to hers as she stumbled back with astonishment. “Okay,” she said, holding her arms up before her. “What the hell isgoing on?”“I think we should fuck,” I stated plainly, stepping into the apartmentand closing the door behind me.Jenna just stood there wide eyed as I awaited her response.“You think we should…?”“Fuck.”“Fuck?”“Yes.”“What about princess Lacey?” she asked snidely, placing her hands on herhips. “Forget about her. Do you want to do this or not?”“Wow. You really know how to charm a girl huh?”My angry expression softened as my friend looked up at me with heradorable smile. I took a deep breath, removed my jacket and began toexplain the situation. We both sat down in the living room and had adrink as I told the entire story. At first, Jenna was surprised andperhaps a bit offended. But, as I expected, she soon jumped at thechance to help me get back at her arch nemesis. “What a fucking bitch!” Jenna exclaimed after hearing my woeful tale. “I always knew she was a heartless cunt, but I never thought she woulddo something like that.”“Well, I did agree to the…,”“Stop it right there!” she said with wave of her hand. “Stop stickingup for her.”I smiled and sat back in a relaxed pose as Jenna stood up in front of me. “I’m in,” she said adamantly. “What do you mean you’re in?” I asked, perplexed as her lip curled intoher usual smile. “I’m going to help you,” she explained. “I’m going to give you the bestsex you’re ever had. When I’m finished with you, you won’t evenremember that bitch or her stripper boyfriend.”I smiled as she stepped towards me, a mischievious glint in her dark,sexy eyes. Before I knew what was happening, she dropped to her kneesbefore me and reached for my flye. She unzipped my pants andimmediately began to wrestle with them as I raised my hips inassistance. Pulling them off, she reached for my underwear as I tookthe liberty of removing my shirt. “I’ve been wanting to do this for such a long time,” she uttered,tossing my boxers aside as she knelt before my naked body. “Just sitback and relax.”I took a deep breath as my best friend reached out with her delicatehand and took a hold of my dick, gripping it gently as it began to growto life under her touch. With one more look up into my eyes, shelowered her head into my lap and flicked her little pink tongue out totease my tip with short, nimble tipobet licks before wrapping her lips around myhead. I moaned as Jenna slipped her lips down further, her tongueswirling around as she descended on my growing pole. As her hand beganto pump up and down, her mouth complimented her stroking by bobbing backand forth, taking me deeper with each plunge.“You’re really good at this,” I gasped, overwhelmed by my friend’s oraltalents. Jenna’s eyes drifted upwards, flashing me an appreciative glance beforelowering her face and pressing her warm tongue into my balls. Her handcontinued to stroke my wet shaft as she lapped at them with soft, moistlicks and then sucked them into her pretty mouth. I shifted in my seatas she cradled my sac with her mouth, wetting it thoroughly beforeletting pop free with a playful smile.“Do you like having your balls licked?” she asked, her small fistpumping up and down along my shaft.I nodded.“What else do you like?” she asked, dipping the tip of her tongue intothe end of my dick, tasting the dewy droplet of precum that had formedthere.“Everything,” I moaned, as she smiled and ran her tongue back down myrigid pole. Urging me to slide forward, she then dropped lower, sucking at my ballsonce again before sliding her tongue underneath to tease the smallsensitive patch of skin below. I moaned with encouragement as Jennacontinued to explore my body with her busy lips. I could feel herlittle wet tongue lashing out under my balls as she prompted me to liftmy legs and slide further still towards the edge of the sofa. “Yes…,” I muttered with eyes closed as Jenna’s tongue touched myasshole for the first time.Encouraged by my gasping response, she circled my tight little ring withslow, gliding licks before planting a soft kiss right on my ass. Thesensation was incredible and I could barely withhold my enthusiasm asshe purred into my hole, stabbing it with soft, lustful jabs. “You like that?” she asked, licking her thumb and massaging it into myass as she smiled up into my bewildered face with a look of sensualintensity.“Fuck yes!” I gasped, placing my hand at the back her head and gentlyguiding her smiling face back into my ass.Jenna let out a giggle that soon became muffled as she resumed tonguingmy hole with pleasing, wet licks. For the next few minutes shealternated between my ass, balls and dick, treating me to the most mindblowing oral experience I had ever had. At one point, she ever probedmy tight little asshole with her finger as she clamped her lips downaround my swollen head and pumped my shaft with furious intent. I couldfeel my climax approaching, but closed my eyes in an attempt at holdingoff in order to prolong the indescribable pleasure. Slipping her fingerfrom my ass, she quickly replaced it with her tongue, stabbing it in asfar as she could before bobbing her head back and forth. Overcome withdesire, I grabbed my cock and began to stroke myself as Jenna tonguefucked my asshole, her hands pushing my legs up as far as she could. Faster and faster, my hand pumped, causing my aching balls to bounceagainst her face as her little wet tongue probed with unabashed intent. As I reached the point of no return, my body convulsed and my assholeclenched as a fountain of creamy, white cum erupted from my dick, arcinginto the air before splashing down onto my hand. As I kept stroking andcontracting, the hot fluid flowed down over my knuckles, forming analabaster rivulet that dripped down over my ass. Jenna’s tongue lappedat the jism as it trickled over my asshole, catching all she could withher hungry little mouth before running her tongue up over my balls. Myshaking hand remained clutching my pulsing cock as she kissed and lickedmy fingers, sucking up any stray drops she found there. “We should go to the bedroom,” she suggested, glancing at the clock onthe wall. “Nikki will be home soon. “I agreed and immediately began to gather up my clothes as Jenna skippedinto the bedroom. I had almost forgot that she had a roommate, sinceshe was rarely ever there. As I stepped into her bedroom, I tossed my armload of clothing on thefloor and closed the door behind me. I moved up behind Jenna andgrabbed her around her slender waist, lifting her nubile body into theair and tossing her playfully on the bed.“Hey,” she giggled as she bounced onto the bed. “What do you thinkyou’re doing?”As she rose up to her hands and knees in an effort to crawl away fromme, I grabbed her by an ankle and yanked her back towards me. Kickingand struggling, she writhed under me as I took her by the waist andsipped her loose fitting sweat pants down over her hips exposing hertiny round ass to my hungry eyes. “Oooh, no panties!” I chirped, eyeing her smooth, white cheeks as shereached back laughing. “You naughty little slut.” Pinning her flat against the bed, I lowered my face and bit into thetender flesh of her ass as she squirmed from the sensation. “Mmmm,” she purred as my playful biting turned to a soft kiss, my lipscaressing the tiny red mark I had just left on her skin. As I continued to cover her taut little backside with hungry kisses,Jenna’s back arched as she lifted her ass upwards into my face. Holdingher firmly around the hips, I slipped my tongue down in between her firmlittle cheeks, teasing her asshole with sensual, wet licks. “Fuck yes,” she gasped, reaching back to claw at my hair as my tonguedug into her clenching butt hole with enthusiastic thrusts. My fingers quickly found her moist slit and I slipped two inside,pushing them deep inside her as my wriggling attacked her ass withlustful, wet lashes. Pulling my juice covered digits from her tightlittle hole, I stroked them over her ass, coating it with her sweetnectar before licking it clean.As my unabashed oral assault continued, my dick slowly regained itsformer strength until I could withhold my craving no longer. PullingJenna’s hips upwards, I climbed onto the bed behind her and pressed myswollen tip into her dewy opening. She let out a brief gasp as I partedher soft, pink lips and buried my cock inside her. “Eghhh,” she peeped as I slid in up to my balls, causing her slenderbody to buck forward under the force.I revelled in the unbelievable tightness of my friend’s pussy as sheenveloped my plunging pole. My hands gripped her tiny ass, holding hersteady as I began driving into her with lust-driven lack of restraint. “Fuck yes,” Jenna squealed with a high pitched, c***d like tone a shereached both hands downwards.One of her skinny arms reached under her body, feeling my thrusting, wetshaft before pressing into her clit and rubbing with frantic intent. Her other reached back and slipped in between her cheeks, massaging herasshole with firm but gentle motions. I looked down at her nimblefingers as my hips butted repeatedly into her ass, my balls slapping herwet pussy with each stroke.Reaching down I grabbed her tiny hand and brought it to my mouth,sucking her middle finger between my lips before placing it back at herass. With her digit now dripping wet, I prompted her to slip it intoher little pink hole as I watched with delight. Jenna’s tiny ringhugged her finger as she pushed it easily inside, pumping it in and outas my dick filled her pussy with each thrust. “Do you want my ass?” she asked with a moaning, breathy gasp. “Yes,” I answered promptly, driving her hips down into the bed. “Okay,” she returned, looking back at me with a playful grin. “Get thelube. It’s in the drawer. In the night table.”I pulled my dick from her inviting embraces of my friend’s hot littlehole and scrambled over to retrieve the lubricant. Sliding the draweropen, I was taken aback by the selection of sex toys and paraphernaliathat filled the small space. Making a mental note to question Jennaabout her naughty little toy box, I grabbed the lube and climbed backonto the bed. Jenna’s ass was raised into the air with two fingers now buried insideher clenching hole. I urged her to continue as I popped the top on thetube and drizzled the clear liquid down around her wriggling fingers. As her tiny pink hole began to glisten with a slippery sheen, sheslipped her fingers out and pulled her ass wide in shameless invitation. “Do it,” she urged, her voice shaking with anticipation. “Put it in myass.”Gripping my base to squeeze as much blood into my aching shaft as Icould, I aimed my quivering dick into her enticing little star and beganto push. Jenna’s pursed lips emanated a subtle purring sound as herasshole slowly parted around my pushing cock. My bulbous head slippedinside and her muscular ring clenched around my shaft. I waited a fewseconds before proceeding, cautiously sinking my length into her greedylittle hole. “Fuck yes,” she exclaimed, howling into the sheets as her smooth littletunnel accepted every inch of my descending cock. “That’s soooo fuckinggood.”“You like getting fucked in the ass?” I asked, leaning over her pronebody as I began to inch my dick back and forth in her butt. “I love it,” she purred in response as her hips began to slowly sinkback into the bed under the weight of my thrusting body.As she came to lay flat against the mattress, I had to push harderagainst her firm little ass to get more of my cock inside herintoxicating orifice. I started to grind my hips into her taut flesh asshe squirmed underneath me. I reached up and grabbed her wrists,pinning her hands to the bed as I laid my chest against her back. Icould smell her hair as I pressed my face against hers, breathingharshly into her ear as I gyrated into her ass. “We should have done this a long time ago,” I whispered with my dickfirmly embedded in her spasming anal hole. “Mmmm, I know.”“Where do you want me to cum?” I asked, feeling my orgasm approaching asJenna pushed her ass back into my gyrating hips. “Where did Lacey take it?” she replied, her eyes closed in pleasure. “In her ass,” I whispered, my mind racing back to my fiancé’s naughtytryst. “Mmmm,” Jenna purred in response. “That’s what I want! I want my assfilled with cum just like your whore girlfriend.”I wasn’t sure if she was trying to turn me on or provoke me, but shesucceeded at doing both. I began thrusting harder into Jenna’s assholeas her moaning turned into a series of groaning shrieks.“Come on,” she urged. “Use me! Use me just like that stripper usedyour future wife.”Overcome with lust, I grabbed her hair hard and drove forcefully intoher ass as my balls contracted and a thick load of hot cum began tospilling into her clenching hole. As the warm spurts splashed insideher, I continued thrusting until the increased sensitivity became toomuch and I was forced to cease. I remained lying atop Jenna’s pantingbody as I felt my cock wilting inside her squeezing asshole. Rising up, her ass expelled my flaccid dick and I fell to the mattressbeside her as she looked into my face with an expression ofcontentment. I laid my arm across her back and closed my eyes withrelaxation as I drifted off to sleep. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *I awoke early in the morning and left without waking Jenna, silentlygathering my strewn clothing and tip toeing out of her apartment. WhenI arrived home, Lacey was nowhere to be found. I assumed she was at thegym, since she had been working out most mornings since our engagement. I took a shower and then inspected the bedroom for any sign of herrecent sexual encounter, but it appeared she had removed any evidence. The sheets had been changed, the dishes were washed and her blackstockings were tucked away neatly in her underwear drawer. It was as ifnothing had happened. I lay down and turned the TV on, soon drifting off to sleep on thesofa. I awoke a few hours later to the sound of the front door slammingshut and my fiancé humming whimsically to herself as she strolledthrough the house. I got up and walked into the kitchen, noticing a fewshopping bags sitting on the table.“Lace?” I called out, looking over at the bags.“Oh hey hon,” she called out from the bathroom in a remarkably cheerfulvoice. “How was the bachelor party?”“Oh, not great,” I answered, opening one of the bags and looking inside.My mouth fell open with surprise as I inspected the contents. I wasexpecting to find clothes or shoes, as my girlfriend had a particularaddiction to shopping, but what I found was quite different. There waslubricant, handcuffs, numerous sex toys, fishnet stockings, enema kitsand a few sexy outfits that looked far to risqué for Lacey’s tastes. “What the…?” I stammered as my fiancé sauntered out of the bathroomwith a contented smile on her face. “I see you found my supplies,” she said, unphased as I remainedcompletely dumfounded. “Uh…yeah,” I muttered. “What is all this stuff for?”“It’s my supplies for the week,” she explained, crossing her arms andstaring at me with an emotionless glare. I was about to say something when she spoke again.“I know you fucked Jenna!” she snapped, her voice seething with a hintof anger.“What? H…How did you…?”“I saw Nikki at the gym,” she explained. “She told me everything.”I silently cursed Jenna’s roommate and her big mouth, although I wasamazed that word had travelled so fast. “You…,” Lacey continued, her eyes locked on me in an icy glare.“…broke the rules!”“So did you!” I snapped back in defence. “I saw you last night! I saweverything.”Lacey seemed surprised for a moment but quickly regained her composure. “I did not break the rules,” she replied adamantly. “You let that guy fuck you in the ass!”“You never said I couldn’t.”“Yeah…but I assumed…,” I stammered before she cut me off again.“You shouldn’t have assumed,” she stated curtly. “And I hope youenjoyed the show last night…because there’s a hell of a lot more wherethat came from.”I fumed with anger, but tried to withhold my temper.“So you go ahead and fuck your little slut as much as you want,” shesaid, gathering up her belongings from the table. “And you get her tolick your ass just she did last night…”Again I cursed Nikki’s big mouth.“Because I’m going to be doing the same things! For the next week, I’mgoing to be the dirtiest fucking slut you’ve ever seen!”“I don’t think you want to play this game,” I warned, my voice shakingas I spoke. “Oh yes I do,” she snapped as she turned and headed towards thebedroom. “You started it. Now…this means war.”To be continued…

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