Fiancée’s Filthy Revenge: Part 3

The final Saturday before the wedding arrived under a sky the color of polished steel. Mike had left at dawn for a last-minute bachelor-weekend trip with the rest of the groomsmen—two full days and a night away. He had kissed Sarah goodbye at the door, told her he loved her, and promised to be back in time for the final fitting of her dress on Monday. The diamond on her finger had flashed as she waved him off. The second his car disappeared around the corner she locked the door, walked straight to the kitchen, and sent Jake a single text.

Come over. Now. Bring the toy bag.

He was there in twenty-three minutes.

Sarah opened the door wearing nothing but the engagement ring and a pair of black heels she had bought for the rehearsal dinner. Her blonde hair was brushed smooth and loose, her skin still carrying the faint marks from the last time Jake had been inside her. She didn’t speak. She simply stepped aside, let him in, and locked the door behind him.

Jake set the black bag on the floor and looked her over. His cock was already visibly hard against the front of his jeans. Sarah reached for his belt, yanked it open, shoved the denim and boxers down in one motion, and dropped to her knees on the hardwood. She took his thick cock into her mouth without preamble, sinking all the way until her throat bulged and her nose pressed against the base. She held herself there, gagging softly, eyes watering, while Jake’s hands settled in her hair. When she finally pulled back, a thick string of spit connected her swollen lips to the head of his cock.

“You’re going to use me all weekend,” she said, voice already rough. “Every room. Every hole. I want to be so full of you that I can still feel it when I walk down the aisle.”

Jake’s answer was to haul her up, spin her around, and bend her over the narrow console table in the entryway. He kicked her heels farther apart, spat on her asshole, and pushed the fat head of his cock against the tight ring. Sarah braced her hands on the table and pushed back. The stretch was brutal, familiar now, and she moaned low and long as inch after thick inch forced its way inside her ass. When he bottomed out she shuddered, the diamond ring clicking against the wood.

He fucked her right there, hard and deep, the sound of skin on skin echoing off the walls. Every thrust drove her hips into the edge of the table. Her tits swung freely. Jake reached around and rubbed her clit in rough circles until she came with a broken cry, ass clenching tight around his cock. He kept pounding her through it, then pulled out, spun her to face him, and shoved his spit-slick cock into her mouth so she could taste herself. She sucked greedily, eyes locked on his, while he reached into the bag and pulled out a thick, curved dildo the same color as his own cock.

He turned her again, pushed the dildo into her dripping cunt, and then sank back into her ass. The double penetration made her knees buckle. Jake held her upright with one arm around her waist while he fucked both holes in alternating rhythm—cock in her ass, dildo in her pussy, then reverse. Sarah’s moans turned into continuous, high, desperate sounds. She came again within minutes, juices running down her thighs and dripping onto the polished floor.

Jake carried her upstairs after that, still buried in her ass, her legs wrapped around his waist. He laid her on the bed—Mike’s bed—and fucked her slowly while she stared up at him, the diamond glittering between them every time she reached for his shoulders. He made her say it out loud.

“Tell me whose cock is in your married ass.”

“Yours. Jake’s. My fiancé’s best friend’s cock is in my ass.”

“And where is your fiancé right now?”

“Away. Leaving me here to get ruined.”

He pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach, and shoved two pillows under her hips so her ass was raised high. Then he pushed back into her cunt this time and fucked her with long, punishing strokes while he worked a smaller plug into her still-open asshole. The dual stretch made her fists twist in the sheets. When the plug was seated he reached under, found her clit, and rubbed it hard until she came again, pussy pulsing around him, the plug shifting inside her with every spasm.

He didn’t stop. He pulled the plug free, lined up, and drove back into her ass while the dildo stayed buried in her cunt. The bed frame slammed against the wall. Sarah’s cries grew louder, rawer. Jake leaned down, bit the back of her neck, and growled against her skin.

“I’m going to fill this ass until it leaks down your legs. Then I’m going to put you on your knees and make you clean my cock while it drips out of you.”

He kept his word. When he came the first load of the day was thick and heavy, pulsing deep into her ass in long, hot spurts. He stayed buried until the last twitch faded, then slowly pulled out and watched the white mess begin to seep from her stretched hole. Sarah immediately turned, crawled between his legs, and took his softening cock into her mouth, sucking and licking until he was hard again, tasting the mix of cum and her own body.

They moved to the shower next. Jake pressed her face-first against the tiled wall under the hot spray and fucked her from behind while the water ran over them. He kept one hand on the back of her neck, holding her in place, while the other reached around to pinch and roll her nipples. The water made everything slicker, louder. Sarah came twice more before he pulled out and painted her lower back and the tops of her ass cheeks with the second load. She turned, dropped to her knees in the shower, and cleaned him again, water streaming over her face and tits while she sucked every drop.

They dried off only enough to keep from slipping. Jake carried her back to the bed, spread her legs wide, and ate her out until she was shaking and begging. His tongue worked her clit in tight circles while two thick fingers pumped in and out of her cunt and a third teased her sensitive asshole. When she came he kept licking through it, then climbed up her body and sank his cock back into her pussy in one smooth thrust. He fucked her slowly this time, almost tenderly, while she stared up at him with glassy eyes.

“You’re going to marry him in a week,” he said, hips rolling deep. “And you’re going to walk down that aisle with my cum still inside you.”

Sarah’s answer was a broken moan and the way her legs locked around his waist, pulling him deeper.

They stayed in the bedroom for hours. Jake fucked her in every position he could invent—her on top riding him while he played with the plug in her ass, her on her side with one leg hooked over his arm so he could watch his cock stretch her, her bent double with her knees against her chest so he could drive straight down into her. He made her hold a vibrator against her clit while he reamed her ass. He made her suck the dildo while he fucked her cunt. He made her look in the mirror while he took her from behind so she could watch her own tits bounce and the diamond flash on her hand.

By late afternoon her voice was hoarse and her holes were swollen and red. Jake had come four times already—twice in her ass, once in her cunt, once across her tits and face. She was still hungry for more. She pushed him onto his back, straddled his face, and ground her messy cunt against his mouth while she leaned forward and took his cock into her throat again. The sixty-nine was filthy and wet and loud. When she came on his tongue she kept riding through it, smearing her juices across his chin and cheeks. When he came the fifth time she swallowed every pulse, then pulled off and let the last few spurts land on her tongue so she could show him before she swallowed those too.