0 comments/ 22231 views/ 7 favorites Maid of Dishonour By: Rodneynimrod "What the fuck are you doing Cathy?" Cathy jumped up from the bed pushing Danielle aside as she ran after her husband of thirty minutes. How the hell could she have been so stupid to get busted like this on her wedding night? This was not happening to her. She knew it was risky but Danielle had been very persistent all day. "Wait Mark. It is not what you think. Danielle was only trying to help me adjust the straps on my stocking. The straps were too tight and they were tearing the top of the stocking." Cathy was telling the truth partially. She was a tall girl and the straps on her garter were a little short for the stockings she was wearing. Her white stockings reached a few inches above her knees. The lace elastic straps from her garter belt were a tad short. Danielle had done her best to attach the straps to the top of the stockings but the tension made Cathy a little uncomfortable. She has tried to adjust one of the straps during the wedding ceremony but it was a bad case of mission impossible. Danielle had been willing to make the adjustment but Cathy declined her kind offer. Danielle had fast hands which had a way of wandering everywhere. Those fast hands had been busy all day. The photo shoot had been unusually long but once it was over Cathy encouraged Mark to go mingle with his friends while she and her maid of honour disappeared to do some girl stuff. Mark reluctantly obliged her asking her not to be too long. The caterers were very efficient and the food was almost ready. Cathy raised her bridal gown to show her husband the torn stocking but regretted doing that when she saw the look of disgust on Mark's face. She glanced down and wished there was a hole under her that she could have falling into and died. Danielle had pulled the slender piece of lace covering her pussy to one side and it was still pretty much in the same position. Her hot dripping cunt was totally uncovered. "You must really take me for an ass Cathy. You two were having such a good time that you did not even notice me standing here by the door." Cathy's heart sank further. She had been caught red handed by her new husband and there was no way she could deceive him. In desperation Cathy threw herself at Mark causing him to lose balance. They both crashed to the carpeted floor. There was no distinct plan in Cathy's mind but she knew she was going to have to fight to keep Mark from walking out and exposing her little secret to their families and friend. "He is such a hypocrite Cathy. I don't know why you put up with his black ass." Cathy was on top of Mark trying her best to prevent him from getting up. She felt some of the fight leave Mark as he turned his attention to Danielle. "Don't you dare say another word Danielle or I will make you regret the day you were born." Danielle jumped off the bed and pounced on Mark. The two women struggled with him until they were both sitting on top of Mark pinning him to the floor. "I am sorry to have to tell you this on your wedding day Cathy but this choir boy husband of yours had no qualms about fucking me as recent as last week." Mark renewed his efforts to free himself from the grasp of his wife and her maid of honour. The two women were surprisingly strong and he did not want to hurt either of them so he relaxed and allowed the women to savour their little victory. "That is a damn lie Danielle. I have never fucked you. I don't even like you. The thought of fucking you makes me want to throw up." Danielle was sitting on Mark chest with her breast pressed against his face as she continued to restrain his hands. She had her dressed hiked up to the point where her red lace panty was clearly visible. Danielle released Mark's hands and pulled her panty to one side revealing her freshly shaved pussy. "I am yet to meet a man or woman who would throw up at the sight of my beautiful cunt Mark. Stick your tongue out bitch. You know you want to lick my pussy." Danielle inched herself forward bringing her cunt within inches of Mark's mouth. "You caught us fair and square so you have to choices. You can lick my cunt then fuck both of us or you can run from this room crying like a little bitch." Danielle eased her cunt down on Mark's mouth as he extended his tongue to take a taste of this unexpected wedding gift. He could feel the anger leaving his body as his wife's maid of honour started grinding her wet cunt all over his mouth and face. "Yeah Mark. Lick my cunt while your wife takes your cock out your pants and sucks on it." Cathy was surprised at the speed with which Mark had given in to Danielle. She could not bring herself to believe that Mark had actually fucked Danielle before. She had known Danielle for many years and fair play was not one of Danielle's strong points. Cathy could feel her own excitement rising as she listened to Danielle's voice directing their little passion play. She knelt between Mark's legs working his pants and brief down to his ankles. The hardness of Mark's cock was a sure indicator that even if he had never fucked Danielle before he certainly wanted to fuck her now. She could feel the green monster of jealousy awaking inside her as she glanced at Danielle's ass which was gyrating frantically over Mark's willing mouth. She had just been busted by her new husband but she could not help but feel betrayed by Mark who had only minutes ago pledged his undying love to her. Could Danielle have been telling the truth about Mark? Had Mark really fucked Danielle a week before their wedding? Why had Mark given in to Danielle so quickly and most importantly why was his cock so damn hard? There were so many questions circulating in Cathy's head. This was not the usual wedding night scenario. A new bride should not have to watch her husband sinking his wet tongue in her maid of honour's equally wet cunt. She could not see Mark's hands but she was certain that he was caressing Danielle's ample breasts. Cathy brought her lips down to her husband's cock engulfing the head and shaft. This was the second time she would be taking Mark's hard cock in her mouth. She had been more than willing to suck him off in the past but he kept bringing up all kind of religious reasons why they should wait until they were married. Religion was nothing more than a lot of mumbo jumbo to her. She really did not care for all those rule and ideas that Mark had been on and on about in the past. When she was ready to fuck Mark would just keep talking his religious trash until she got bored and lost interest. "Open your mouth wide Mr Mark. I have a little wedding present for you." Danielle's voice snapped Cathy out of her mental reverie. She watched as Danielle raised her cunt up from Mark's face. Shock and disbelief registered on Cathy's face when she realized what was about to happen. Before Mark could protest the deed was done. Danielle forced a jet of her urine straight into Mark's mouth. "You have to swallow it Mark or no more of this pussy for you ever." Cathy squatted over her husband bringing her aching cunt down on his hard shaft. They were officially man and wife so Mark could no longer deny her the satisfaction she craved. She enjoyed the intimacy she shared with Danielle but Cathy needed a man to quench the fire that burned deep inside her. The circumstances under which she was fucking her husband for the first time were strange to say the least but she was not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Mark had caught her with her legs spread and her maid of honour's face buried in her crotch. Now she had something on him that made them even. Danielle turned around and literally sat on Mark's face covering his mouth and nose with the cheeks of her ass. She wrapped her arms around Cathy as their tongues entwined. Danielle ran her skilful fingers reached down Cathy's stomach and found Cathy's sensitive clit. Cathy had been close to an orgasm before Mark's interruption. The sensation of her husband's cock in her cunt coupled with the way Danielle was caressing her clit drove Cathy perilously close to the orgasmic cliff from which she so desperately wanted to plunge. She felt uneasy about one little detail. How could Danielle piss in her husband's mouth like that and make him swallow it as well? She was sure that Mark's tongue was once again connecting with Danielle's hot cunt or maybe her asshole. Danielle seemed to posses the ability to get men and women to do whatever she wished. Their family and guests were waiting in the reception hall. There would be lots of time after the reception to sort everything out. She was a little angry at Danielle but that would pass. After all, it was Danielle who had broken Mark's resolve to leave and do god knows what. She now had a fighting chance to salvage something out of this very unusual situation. She blocked out all negative thoughts and took the plunge of the cliff of ecstasy. She felt the surge of pleasure shooting through her entire body setting aflame her crotch and stomach. Cathy could contain herself no longer. She summons all her remaining strength and concentrated it into one scream that echoed out into the stillness of the night. "Shit Cathy. You don't have to let the whole world know we are in here fucking." Danielle had her hand clamped over Cathy's moth to muffle the scream. "That was so fucking intense Danielle. I felt as though my head was exploding." Cathy eased herself up from her husband's cock which was still rock hard and looking quite menacing. "That cock felt so damn good inside my hungry pussy." Danielle took that as an invitation to try Mark's cock as well. "Let see how hard you can fuck me doggy style Mr Mark." Mark looked at his wife as though requesting her permission to proceed. "Go ahead and fuck her Mark. I want to watch you tear her pussy up with your long hard cock." This was going to be night that all three of them would remember for a very long time. Cathy had just given her husband permission to fuck her maid of honour. She wondered how many brides before her had uttered those same words to their husbands just minutes after taking their vows. Cathy glanced down at her wedding dress. She had been careful not to allow it to get too ruffled. After all she was still the centre of attraction and would be on show in a few minute in the reception hall. "We need to get ready for the reception hall so you two better fuck really fast." Mark knelt behind Danielle and eased the head of his cock into her waiting pussy. He could not wait to tell his best friend Lance about what had happened. He had always fancied Danielle. He had kept her at a distance to conceal the obvious. The woman had a way about her that just drove him wild with desire. No amount of prayer and fasting helped to block out the wicked and lustful desires which haunted his days and nights. He had developed a rich, detailed set of fantasies where Danielle was the star. Maybe she already knew of his favourite fantasy judging by the way she had tried to humiliate him. He was forced to summons all his will power not to cum when Danielle raised her cunt above his mouth and pissed in it. How did she know that he wanted to be humiliated by her like this? Danielle had his attention and he wanted more of this sexy dominating tigress. "Fuck me you little bitch. Fuck me like you are a real man and you want to tear up my pussy." Mark allowed the words to sink into his consciousness. He had finally found a woman who could tap into a sexual vein that only he knew existed. This is what he had been longing for all his adult life. He wanted a strong woman who could dominate and humiliate him. Danielle reached between her legs and started rubbing her clit. She was surprised at Marks excitement. Most men she had fucked resented being called a little bitch. She had seen many a man lose his erection and his interest in her when she addressed them in this way. Maybe Mark would be a great subject for her domination fantasies. She had scored a first tonight with Mark. No man had ever allowed her to piss in his mouth and Mark had gone the extra mile by swallowing it as well. She was glad Mark was Cathy's husband. It would be easy to persuade Cathy to share her husband anytime. The possibilities made Danielle's head begin to spin. Danielle worked her fingers faster against her clit. She did not want to be the only one who failed to reach an orgasm. She could feel Mark's hard cock ramming her pussy relentlessly. This was how she loved to be fuck. She did not care to be handled gently. She needed a little pain to push her over the edge. "Harder mother fucker! Fuck me harder!" All caution was gone and the gloves were off. Danielle did not care if all the guests in the hall below heard her. She was in her element and she intended to do as she pleased. "Oh god. Fuck my pussy. I am cumming. I am cumming. I am cumming." This is what Mark had been waiting for. He hated cumming before the woman he was fucking. He grabbed Danielle's waist and slam his cock into her contracting cunt again and again. He glanced over at Cathy whose hand was under her wedding dress rubbing her pussy as she watched him fuck her maid of honour. This was the stuff of which Hollywood was made. This was a first for him in many ways. It was the first fuck with his new bride Cathy. It was his first threesome and definitely his first mini golden shower. Danielle was the first woman who had tapped into his secret desire to be dominated and humiliated. Wedding nights should be memorable and special and his definitely was both. There was no need to hold back any longer. Danielle and Cathy had cum already and their guests were waiting. Marked closed his eyes and grunted as he shot his load of cum inside Danielle's receptive cunt. Maid of Dishonour This story is in the same vain as "Last Minute Seduction", thus expect a pretty dark telling. Once again, special thanks to my predecessors for the inspiration and ideas. There looks to be something to this genre of stories so hopefully I can do my part to bring it to more readers. The italicized text indicates flashback scenes. An earlier draft of this story had things transpire chronologically, but that was not working for me, thus I retooled it to have it begin with one of the last scenes in the story with flashbacks insertions to tell how our characters got to that point (and to ensure my work wasn't wasted). An experimental approach so do tell if it worked or not and how. As always, read, rate, comment, email and enjoy! It was an hour until the rendezvous at the altar. Elena stood outside the prep room at the church. She breathed in deep and straightened her dress. This was it: one final play at getting Zach. The past six months replayed inside her head. It seemed like it was yesterday when she found out he was getting married to her best friend. She was Elena and they were Zachary and Rebecca. Elena was long-time best-friends with Rebecca. They met in highschool and we're quite inseparable. She was also co-workers with Zach. They did the clerical sales rep type gig for a financial services firm. Elena had met Zach before they started working together and thought he was a nice guy, but it wasn't until she got to know him that she realized how great a guy he was. Zach reminded Elena of her dismal fate with the opposite sex and the great fortune Rebecca seemed to always have. Elena attracted the wrong guys: the clingy, sleazy, pompous, directionless, ugly slime bags. She had been with a few good guys, hot fucks, but they never seemed to hang around long enough. Yet, her best friend hit the jackpot in luring the ideal, respectable mate. Why did this happen? Elena considered herself as great a girl as her best friend...hell, she was sure she was even hotter than Rebecca. Why couldn't she attract the kind of guys that were her counterpart? They always seemed to head to Rebecca; a girl whom Elena was unapologetic to say was just plain looking. She had an inkling about her which told her that she couldn't have been very satisfactory in bed. Emotionally she was great, but somehow she wasn't the full package. Of course, she'd never tell her this. She wanted to a good and loyal best friend. Well, that was the case until she and Zach started working more and more together. Seeing him every day, she had developed a crush on him. Deep down, she wanted him to herself. She wondered if he felt the same about her, even on the smallest of scales. He became the reason she went to work. His humour, their chats about office politics and all their other coworkers brought her closer to him. That wasn't even including his hazel eyes and brown buzz cut hair! Gosh, what a handsome guy he was! It was undoubtedly a tough spot to be in, having to harbour her feelings for a man that was taken by her own best friend no less. When Rebecca called her to tell her that Zach had proposed, the girl's heart sank. Any chance of them being together seemed to wither away. Of course, she shared in Elena's high pitched squeals of joy, but deep inside she was hurting. Despite being relatively close to both of them, she had no idea he was so serious about her. Seemingly perfect couples broke up all the time. In a dark change in wishing, she had hoped that Zach and Rebecca would also be one of those pairs. She recalled quite vividly what she said and did that day. She walked into his office, which was adjacent to hers and saw him fiddling with some work. The sight of him sitting at his desk made her melt. He looked so hot when he was focused. He filled a suit so well! Those broad shoulders in the suit jacket, perfect abdomen, tight butt in his black trousers. What a man... She went up to him and sat down on his desk beside him, her stocking clad feet lingering gingerly. She was dressed in a black skirt and a white silk blouse. Her brown locks were tied up behind her head. "So...you're getting married, huh?" He looked up with his brown eyes. "Oh, um, Rebecca must've told you, eh?" He laughed. "Yeah, I guess I am." "Well congratulations!!" She exclaimed and then went in for a hug. She loved his hugs, especially that broad chest pushing against her body. She wondered if he noticed her breasts pushing back. "Thanks!" he reciprocated. "I had NO idea you were going to propose to her!" "Well, no one did," he said with a slight snicker. "I only told my parents and hers when I asked them." "You mean you couldn't even tell me, her best friend and YOUR co-worker?" She playfully accused. Really she was fuming that she didn't know. If she had, maybe she would've done something. Maybe tell him to hold out and convince him it wasn't the best idea...something, anything... "Well, it was nothing against you...I just didn't want anyone really tipping her off, you know?" Tip her off? She had no intentions of doing that. "Ok, ok, fair enough. I don't like it but fine." She deceitfully conceded. "So how'd you do it anyways?" "Well, we grabbed some dinner first at the first place we ever ate at." "The first date place, clichéd, man..." she pretended to joke. He laughed back. "I know, I know, but I just had to. And then we went and checked out the John Mayer show." Elena noted that he was their favourite artist. "So you proposed to her at the concert?" she inquired. "You'd think so but no...too loud," he explained. "I brought her back to my place, darkened the room, lit some candles, and pretty much popped the question there. She was not expecting it at all!" His description really got to her. He was so sweet! She wished she could've been proposed to like that. Better yet, she wished it was him getting down in front of her and sliding a ring on her finger. "Awwww," she gleamed. "That's so beautiful! I'm so happy for you both!" She gave him another hug. "Woah there," he laughed in response to her peppiness, "we're happy too...thank you." That was the act of an overjoyed best friend/co-worker. She couldn't keep it up though. It would just destroy her inside. Something inside her snapped. She made the decision right there to get to him. He was engaged now but that didn't mean she couldn't make him second guess himself. When they released their embraced, she approached him with the deep issues. She wanted him, and she now needed to start the process in getting him. "So, do you think you're ready? Marriage is, like, huge." Understatement of the year, she thought. "Ummm...yeah," He pondered. "I thought about it long before I decided to go through with it and yeah, I think we're ready." She noted the brief pause before he let out the response. He wasn't totally settled in with the idea she could tell. He was nervous about it. What guy wouldn't be? It was the last step into adulthood. Plus, think about the commitment and giving yourself to one person. That was a heavy notion. "How about knowing it's one person for the rest of your life though?" she posed. He thought before he answered, which she once again noted. "I'm cool with that. I mean, it's Rebecca...there's no other person I'd wanna be with!" He flashed his movie star smile. That along with his devotion to Rebecca killed her. She had to push him further. "True, but haven't you even thought about that this is it? That from the day you get married it'll be the same day after day?" she asked. "What if that person isn't right for that?" "You're saying Rebecca isn't right for me?" he laughed. She wasn't saying that yet but that was certainly what she was thinking. Right now she was planting the seeds of doubt. "No, no, I'm not saying that. I'm just pointing out that, look, you've dated, what, two other women before Rebecca?" "Yes...." He affirmed rather apprehensively. "See, you don't really know what's out there besides Rebecca." "...And I'm fine with that, El. If I wasn't, I wouldn't ask to get married." She shook her head. His naivety was cute. She would bring the conversation into a new phase though. "You and Rebecca have done it, right?" His tone hinted at annoyance upon hearing that question. "C'mon Elena, you full on know we have." "How many times?" "A handful." "And how was she?" "Good enough. What the hell is this about, Elena?" He accused. "Hmm, 'good enough'. Call me crazy but somehow I don't think I'd want to spend the rest of my life with someone that was only 'good enough' in bed." He wasn't bothered by the idea. He casually replied, "I don' think that matters much right now. We can grow into it. We have a whole life for that" Once again his naivety amused her. "Grow into it? Honey, I've been with some bad guys in bed and believe me, no matter how many times we've done it, he's never 'grown into' a real lover." This was also true. All those dirtbags didn't seem to satisfy her like she needed to be. She was also well aware that she was putting herself out as a slut and this didn't bug her. She saw herself as a sexual vixen. Her taste with the few hot fucks had her wanting more and on a permanent basis. She began to see Zach as having the potential for this. Her knowledge that he was previously sexually active and his delicious body gave her the desire to mould him into a lover. "You're being weird all of a sudden. What the hell are you trying to say Elena?" he said rather bluntly. She played with her blouse, exposing her cleavage a bit more. His eyes trailed to her. "Does it not faze you that you'll never be able to touch another woman again? Perhaps someone you've secretly been longing for?" "Secretly been longing for? What? No! I am quite content with having Rebecca to myself." She rubbed her breasts through the satin and pushed them together. "Are you suuuuure?" she teased. He continued to look at her busom. His mind was trapped in between her big beautiful orbs. "Yes." She lifted his head with her finger so they could stare into each other's eyes. "All I am saying is that a man like you deserves the best. He deserves a great woman...a great fuck. You won't get that with my best friend. You deserve me and I deserve you." Zach jumped in the seat of his leather chair. His eyes widened at the magnitude of her words. "WHAT?!" "C'mon Zachy, I'm hot, you're hot. Let's just do it once before you get tied to one girl for the rest of your life. Do something wild. Rebecca doesn't have to know. Actually, in fact, forget about her. Shack up with me permanently instead." "I am not having sex with you!!!" he outcried. "Awww, why not?" she mockingly teased. "Because it's fuckin' wrong!" She loved when he cursed. It was a rare occurrence and gave her insight into a potentially rugged and aggressive demeanour. He continued. "I'm not having sex with you behind my fiancée's – YOUR BEST FRIEND'S – back!" "Not even a shot?" she mused. "NO!!!" He harshly exclaimed. "Now I really do think you need to leave and hope to god I don't tell Rebecca about this." Elena wasn't fazed by Zach's threat but she did leave. Zach had too much of a conscience to tell Rebecca something so earth shattering about her best friend. With a simple nod she got off his desk and sauntered her cute butt out of the room. His rejection was expected and thus didn't really set her back. If anything things would be fun from then on. She knocked three times and waited. Upon hearing distant "come in" from the groom, she proceeded inside. There her heart melted. He was standing with his back to her facing a long mirror. In the glasses she saw him making last minute adjustments to his suit and her own beautiful form standing right behind him. She donned a strapless flowing royal blue dress. It was elegant yet slutty all the same if only for the copious amounts of cleavage it displayed. Elena chose it especially for Zach when she as the maid of honour, the bride and the other bridesmaids went dress hunting a few months ago. "Damn you look so hot right now," she uttered. She really meant it. He was a tall, handsome guy. Short brown hair, soft brown eyes, clean shaven, a smile to die for. It was quite unfair that this hunk of man was going to spend his life with a woman that wasn't his physical equal! He turned around and rolled his eyes. "So what'll it be now?" he started. "What ploy do you have today? How're you gonna seduce me before my wedding, huh? I know that's what you're gonna do." His tone was obviously accusatory, but it was obviously a defensive measure on his part. Over the past six months he had come to expect some sort of sly attempt at getting inside in pants. Today he was boiling over. Today he knew that he had to keep it together. She recalled everything she had done to him. Admittedly, she committed some pretty cruel acts. Shortly after the wedding announcement, she, Rebecca and Zach all went out for a nice celebratory dinner. Well, it was nice for her for different reasons. While the bride-to-be was in the ladies' room, Elena took the time to give him a little under the table footjob. She remembered how much he was squirming! Gosh that cock felt so good between her nylon covered feet. Under great duress she had him admit how fuckable she was. When Rebecca returned she didn't have a clue! Instead she talked about wedding themes and sung her best friend's praises while Elena made sly passes at her fiancé. The cluelessness of her best friend and how it made the maid of honour would be a great theme for the rest of her efforts. In another occasion, she repeated her footjob performance, this time at an engagement dinner with a whole table full of people present. That wasn't even the best part of the night too. When Zach excused himself to washroom (an obvious ploy to get out of Elena's clutches, literally), the girl followed him. Inside she practically cornered him and gave his reluctant body the hand job of a lifetime. She remembered telling him that she had no idea what she saw in Rebecca. She slowly and seductively ran her free hand down her torso to accent her sexy body. "You see a hot, fit body that is made for fucking. You see a beautifully tight cunt that's dying for thick cocks like this one I hold now. You see an evil slut that can fulfill you in ways Rebecca can't even dream of doing." The funny thing with Zach was as much as he protested with words, he always became aroused and, more importantly, never once did he try to stop her. She just did her thing and he responded kindly. It was even more of a thrill when Rebecca herself came knocking to check on them. "Yeah! He's almost ready...he's coming real soon," she remembered answering back. Her words amused herself. He exploded all over the bathroom sink and mirror. That night she made out with his drunken self while Rebecca was passed out from a little excessive drinking, courtesy of the maid of honour herself. He certainly reciprocated from that little advance on his lips, but in the end his clouded mind somehow managed to clear up enough to realize what he was doing. That was a little disappointing, but she made great gains that day. The other major highlight of her "campaign" to steal him away from her best friend was when she crashed the groomsmen tux fitting day. Boy was Zach not pleased to see Elena there. She recalled how hostile he had been that day. It was all just bravado though. When Zach entered one of the fitting rooms, she made an excuse to the rest of the guys that she was just going to help him out and voice her feminine opinion on whether it looked good or not. He was definitely surprised to see her in there! He was even more so shocked when she made a swipe at his balls. She remembered the feeling in that confined space. She was so close to his body, massaging his crotch through his dress pants. He feebly protested but she was his. She slithered down his body. She started to undo his belt. "You mean I shouldn't be unbuttoning your pants right now?" She remembered the moans from overhead. She whipped his cock and saw it spring into action! She marvelled at its girth and hardness. She first stroked it off before taking it her mouth and sucked him. It was hot! Him in his wedding tux, his pants around his ankles; her on her knees giving him a masterful blowjob, slurping and nearly choking on his monstrous dick. By the end of it she had him confessing it was the best blowjob he had ever had. As she left that fitting room a contented woman, she reminded his panting form that he'd never get that kind of action with his future wife. Besides these overtly sexual plays at him, she teased him around the office with her physical appearance. Elena was a big breasted, tight assed, sun kissed Mediterranean beauty. Her wavy brown hair was always well groomed atop her athletic shoulders. She believed in the power of fashion to shape external opinion of oneself. She loved dressing in her suits: short shirts, pantyhose or stockings if she was feeling extra sexy, tight satin tops. She made sure to keep a few buttons undone for Zach's viewing pleasure. Her tits were so perfectly rounded inside their silky confines. She recalled one time where she actually climbed on top of his desk and grabbed his hand and held it on her exposed breast. "There, doesn't that feel nice, Zachy?" she remembered teasing him. "Doesn't my tit feel so soft and big? I bet you you've never held something this big eh? Certainly not with my board of a best friend anyways. Wouldn't you love to have and to hold it forever and ever? Because you can, it's yours." He rubbed his palm with hers to as to caress the mound. It was great how he stared into the canyon of cleavage of her Ds. She learned to embellish her stride more as well. Her tight skirts showed off her round booty and coupled with the sway of her hips she had no doubts that Zachy was glancing at her anytime she walked away from him. Yes, he certainly dug her body. Today there would be a change in tactics however. To his credit, amongst all the teasing and sexual affairs, the only thing that she hadn't done was fuck him. "No ploys today," she plainly answered. "What?" He was obviously confused. "No ploys." She repeated. She reached up and aided him in fixing his tie as she spoke. "No games, no teasing, no handjobs, no footjob, no cryptic speeches. No seduction. I'm just here to make one last pitch to you in words." She finished with his tie and then played with her fingers as she continued. Her ring was so sparkly and shiny. "Over the past few months I've done some pretty wicked things to you, I admit." "You think?" Zach coldly interjected. "I did all those bad things for you...the foot, hand, lip and blowjobs...and I was unapologetic about it all. And you know what? I still am not. I'm a self-admitted bitch and whore. I've said that to you so many times. It turned me on so much in my attempts to break you and Rebecca up. It turned me on even more comparing my best friend's plain ass body with my voluptuous assets. I was cold and ruthless but that's what was going to get me what I wanted...nay, what I deserved!" She paced around the room. "I told you that I was tired of getting the short end of the stick. I'm even more tired of boring Rebecca getting everything with doing nothing. When I heard that you proposed to her, something snapped inside of me. Something told me that I needed to sweep you away and make her world crash down on her. All our years of friendship...well, I guess we can't call it friendship now with how quickly I turned on her...didn't matter one bit. I wanted to take all from her...right, in front of her too!" She put her hands to the skirt of her bridal dress. "It made me so hot knowing she hadn't had a clue. Fuck, my pussy's wet right now thinking about it! It couldn't have worked out better that I was the maid of honour. I was running around, planning a wedding, that, at least a few months ago, I thought wasn't going to happen. But all the while I was still playing the supportive best friend to virtuous Rebecca. Fuck, she didn't have a clue that I was making serious moves on her fiancé! What a dumb broad!" Maid of Dishonour "So you're here to insult her some more then? What's it today: her lanky body...her flat tits...her pale skin?" Zach boldly cut in. Elena did say all those things in the past six months. She was a pretty plain girl and Elena was unapologetic in saying that. It was crime to her for Zach to be wasting his efforts on a woman with no curves, no ass, and certainly no ass! "No Zachy, I didn't," she answered. She began to walk towards him. She wasn't going to seduce him, but there was a hint of seduction in her step. She watched his pants. Nothing was erect yet. "I came here to say one thing – the same thing I told you when you said you proposed to her: have sex with me. We both know you want to. Whether you care to admit it in words, you've responded favourably to every single one of advances. I can't count the number of times I've seen...and felt, for that matter...you go hard. Hell, you've even admitted that I was very fuckable!" She paused. He said nothing. "So here's my proposal. You fuck me. You fuck me hard. Not a half-ass showing that Rebecca would give you. Give me your all and will give you mine. I've done a fine job enticing you on what that entails." She paused for emphasis. "And if you can honestly tell me...through body actions, not only words....that it does nothing for you, I will sincerely lea..." As if he acted on a whim, Zach cut her words off with his face. It was the first surprise out of Zach from her. The first bold thing he's ever done in response to anything she's said or done anyways. Once this brief moment of shock wore off, she settled into reciprocating with her own tongue. He was rather forceful quite frankly. His tongue moved rather quickly inside of her mouth, his lips were like rapid fire. She kept up though. She was a talented soul in all things sexual. Zach broke it to zip the back of her dress and peel down the front of her bustier. "Fuck I need these tits." He clutched her exposed right tit and licked it with the full length of his tongue. He followed this with a succession of kisses on and around the perky nipple. "Ooooh, yeah, like I told you, they're all for you..." she uttered. He sucked on the nub; the slurping and smacking sounds echoed in the church change room. He aggressively threw her onto one of the couches in the room. She sat up and watching in awe as he quickly whipped off his suit jacket and launched it across the room. Loosening his tie and rolling up his sleeves, he approached her with bold intent painted in his pupils. She loved this side of him. He was the predator today rather than her. "Fuck, you look so goddamn sexy in that dress! I just wanna fuck your pussy with that skirt bunched around your sexy hips!" She loved it. He stood like a bull with reckless intent. Slowly she pulled up her dress to meet with his desire. Her shaved cunt surrounded by a white garter belt and matching stockings came into view. "You mean this pussy?" "No panties?" he observed. "You naughty little thing." "Guilty as charged," she winked. "I prepared myself for easier access." "I might be guilty of a crime after I'm done with you..." He said as he unbuttoned and then pulled off his dress pants along with his underwear. Elena beamed at the sight of his erect member. It stood ready for action. As he positioned himself over her, she asked, "No condom?" He grunted. "Fuck the condom! I've gonna fuck you raw baby!" He threw her skirt further up her torso and then inserted himself in her. That answer excited her. He was being reckless now, which was exactly what she wanted. But oh, his cock outdid the elation of that answer. He thrusted inside her and immediately she felt the pleasure she longed for more than six months. "Yesssss...yesssss....fuck me before your wedding....fuck me like I know you can...." Zach slammed in her cunt. He completely attacked her senses. She felt her pussy walls being overwhelmed with the girth of his meat. She felt like she was being invaded...conquered even! She supposed it was true. She was now officially his, as he was hers. "Fuck...cheating on your bride to be right before your wedding..." her exposed breasts heaved as her words intensified, "...all your morals, devotion to her out the fuckin' window...why'd you even propose to her in the first place....you've forgotten....I'll fuck you until you can't even remember why you loved her...." Now she was just rubbing it in for self-glorification. She wore him down past year. She had broken him. She did the impossible. She successfully seduced a happily engaged into cheating on his fiancée on the day of her wedding! What a moral victory that was! Now she was reaping the rewards of that win. Perhaps the bold words enraged him a little bit because he grabbed hold of her very shapely hips and ploughed into her. The anchoring measure allowed him better leverage and a higher potency for sexual penetration. Elena responded in kind by rubbing her hands over his naked ass. "Yeah...give yourself to me before you do your bride....fuck me...harder...that bitch doesn't deserve you...you're mine now..." "Soo tight..." he observed out of her. "Yes...so tight after all the partners I've had...Rebecca's is just tight from inexperience...you'll never fuck her like you fuck me..." "Mmmm..." he moaned. "Please...please...compare me to her...I need it..." She said as she squeezed his ass cheeks together. "Tell me how much better I am." "There is no comparison El...you own her in every way...you were right, she is just a board in bed...." Elena groaned audibly with those words. All this time slamming her best friend had been solidified with his words of agreement. He has FINALLY come around! It took sex to do it, but finally Zach had completely realized her supremacy. "Tell me she's nothing to you...tell me you don't even wanna marry her in a little while..." "She's nothing...I don't wanna marry her..." The follow up question was elementary. "And who do you wanna marry?" she cooed. "YOU!!!!!" He thrusted deeper into her with the oration of that word. She cried out and raked his back with her freshly manicured fingernails. He was rough with her and she was rough back. It was the king and queen of the jungle going at it. Beastly royalty. The top of animal kingdom asserting their power. Elena was a lioness and was elated to have her king pounce on her. Rebecca didn't even factor in as a dominant animal. She was a gazelle. She was the hunted and they were the hunted. Today, although she didn't know it yet, she fell prey to her sexy prowless. While continuing to plug her hole, Zach focussed his attention on her breasts again. He lined the middle of her busom with tiny pecks. Elena scraped his upper back and neck at this new form of worship. He moved on to the mounds themselves and poked at her teat with his tongue. Again he suckled on the nipple which prompted some encouragement from Elena. "Suck on my sweet breasts...taste how good they are...you've never been able to do this with Rebecca...you've longed for a nice pair to call your own...to have at your disposal...to attach your lips to...just think, if you ever knock me up, these will swell up with my mother's milk...and then you'll have two tanks to suck dry...you'll be my little baby...and I'll take care of you..." He uttered nothing but moans between the sounds of his smacking lips. Then he bit on a nipple and stretched it out. Elena sharply inhaled at the discomforting feeling but was generally turned on. He was rough like she said she wanted him to be. A little pain play is what she preferred in sex. The nipple stimulation combined with biting and scratching put her even closer to where she wanted to be. He stopped and looked up at her face. "You are glorious." She stroked the side of face and his hair with her left hand. "I know." She smiled back. He looked at her hand near his face and noticed something striking on her fingers. "Is that my ring for Rebecca?" She lustfully bit her lip and nodded. Yes, it was a thin gold band with monstrous diamond. It had cost Zach a fortune and somehow it had found itself away from his best man's possession and onto the maid of honour's ring finger. "How did you get that?" He asked. His intensity wained slightly while worshipping her breasts so he made a final push a getting her off "Let's just say Mike...ah...doesn't need a whole lot of...ooo...persuading..." Zach laughed. "You are...oooh...good at that...why do you have i-it?" "Was feeling...ugh...frisky..." He smirked. "You kinky little...hmph...slut." He emitted animalistic like grunts now. He thrusted his pelvis with the entire force of his tall body in between her hips. The seductress was actually pained from the experience but made no effort to slow or stop him. Instead she offered up a chorus of "more". "Give it...more...more...yes..." Elena was close to cumming. She could feel it. As much as Zach's cock stimulated her, she needed the power of words to put her over the edge. She needed from him a final admittance of his newfound dedication to her. "Tell me...tell me...that you love me...." "AHHHHHH...I LOVE YOU....YOUR TITS, YOUR ASS, YOUR CUNT...YOUR BODY..." "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.............FUUCCCCKKKKK...........AHHHHHHHHHHHHH.......YEEEEEAAAAHHHH......YEAAAHHHHH.........OOOOOOOOOOOOH YEAAAAAAHHHHH" Her screams were marked with a hint of hysteria as she threw her body back in orgasm and her cunt became flooded with her own cum. Those were the words she needed to hear. Her body was rocked from his twofold devotion to her. He fulfilled her sexually with the hardest and greatest fuck of her life, and now he provided her with a verbal vow. He was hers, sexually and emotionally. She had waited a long time for this and she was not disappointed. "Mmmmmm....I'm going to cum too in you...." She heard him say. But she put her hand on his belly as if to prevent him. "No...not yet." She panted. "Please not yet." She pulled his cock out of her and slowly and dizzily pulled herself to a semi-seated position. She saw the justifiable look of confusion on his face. She gently lifted her left hand and displayed Rebecca's wedding ring to him. A smirk on her face, she looked down to her creampied pussy between her parted thighs. Zach's eyes lit up as if to get her message. She slipped the ring off her finger. She glanced at him before inserting it into her cum filled vagina. "Oh dear me, it looks as though we have a crisis. The wedding ring is lost! Won't you help me find it Zachy?" The groom smiled as he knelt down between her legs. Eagerly he began to sift through the pool of her juices. Elena held onto his hair and threw her head back as she felt him tickle her cunt. He curled some of the juice on the tip of tongue and then swallowed. "It's like finding an engagement ring during a proposal," he laughed. Elena herself revelled in the situation. Rebecca's wedding ring, the ultimate symbol of her love with Zach, was lodged deep inside of her cunt with her fiancé trying to fish it out in a sick game she produced. There was no reeling back his love for Rebecca though. No, that was gone and superseded by a stronger love. Their former love was a game to her though. Rebecca and Zach were her little toys. She went into the game out to destroy their bond and, with everything that had transpired over the last six months and especially tonight, she won. Eventually Zach had to fish out the wedding band with his hand because it was too far deep into her pussy. He placed it on her lips and then picked it up with his tongue so that the slimy band hung off the tip. Zach advanced his body closer to Elena's as if to present the band to her. In the process, a droplet of cum fell onto her beautiful dress. The maid of honour took the ring and wished she could capture the image before her forever. The ring slithered in her fingertips. A string of her love juices extended the diameter of the circle. The huge diamond karat was completely buried by white. The gold band itself too had patches of cum all around. She was so hot and bothered right. Rebecca's wedding...completely debased! She completely disgraced the sanctity of the tradition by lodging it in private regions and covering it with her goo. "Look at that..." She circled it between her fingers. "...my cum all over your wedding ring...a token of my disrespect for your bond with Rebecca...your wedding....tainted with the sweetness of my juices...I don't give a shit about her and her happiness about getting married...My respect for her relationship with you is lodged deep inside my creamy tight pussy...yess....I rule her and I rule you..." She placed the ring between her breasts and pushed them together. "See, I crush your vows to her in between my big delicious mammaries...." She said with a cackle. Zach was smiling boldly. He was revelling in her degradation of his fiancée and her ring. "You are one deliciously evil bitch." She knelt up to kiss her cum coated lips. "What can I say?" she asked when they released. "Evil tastes good." Zach stood up and clutched his member. "I do think we have a little unfinished business," he prompted. "Hehe, oh yes, come here big boy," she instructed. Zach neared with waving cock. Elena placed the slimy ring back on her finger and with the same hand began to stroke his cock from her seated position. She made sure the wedding band and its shiny cum covered diamond was in plain sight of him. As she spoke to him, her eyes glimmered as much as the rock on her finger. "I'm going to suck this cock like it deserves to be sucked...does Rebecca ever blow you?" "Never..." "Hmm, for the best...you're image of her would have been further tarnished once you got with this blowjob queen!" She licked the end of it and tasted his pre-cum. Then she took his meat, wrapped her ruby read lips around it, and then took it mouth. With her long, dressed up fingers firmly on his cock, she moved it in and out, in and out pausing occasionally to lick the towering member and his ball sack. He didn't require much extra stimulation. Soon after she saw the drops of his white spunk escape his cock head. "I'm going to cream all over your tits!" he vowed as he eagerly pumped his shaft. Elena had other ideas. "No...not there..." she warned, "...as good as they are, not there." She spread her pussy lips and marvelled at her wet, used cunt. "In here...fill me with your baby making formula...breed me with your perfect genes...together we will make the perfect offspring...no genetic modification necessary...perfection bred with perfection..." Zach obliged without a word. He reinserted himself in her and then filled her pussy with his cum. The contents overflowed from her vagina. The entire time Elena thought about the implications of his actions. She knew of the couple's intentions of having a kid. Rebecca had often voiced her desire to mother a child with the love of her life. Elena was quite convinced that Zach would have made an awesome father too. But no, that was going to happen. Rebecca's bloodline did not deserve to be passed on with the aid of Zach's sperm. No, his seed belong in someone who was his equal. His only desire now was to father her baby, and hers was to allow her belly to swell up with his child along with her tits. When that happened, Elena would become a true MILF. Yes, her engorge tits would produce her mother's milk, which she would not only feed to her new kid, but Zach himself. Elena's hands went to her freshly filled pussy as she revelled in the feeling of rapture. She looked up to see Zach smiling down at her, his hard and muscular chest heaving. He collapse onto her and just lay on the couch with her for a moment. They held each other, gently stroking each other's skin and taking the quiet fallout of their adulterous endeavours. Zach broke the silence. "So what are we going to do now?" "You're going to get married to Rebecca, silly!" "Really? I thought you didn't want me to marry her...heck, I don't even want to marry her now that I have you!" She walked her fingers on his chest. "That was the plan," she started, "but you held out til now." She caressed his big arms and marvelled at their potential. "So now I'm kinda fixed on the idea of stealing you from right under her married ass." "And the ring?" "We still give it to her, dried cum and all..." Yes, she could not wait until he gave that crusty, sticky ring to her. She could imagine her face now. Rebecca all joyous to receive her ring, and then find out that it looked and felt all weird and gooey. Boy was she in for a surprise. It would be Elena's gift to her on her special day. He kissed again. "Mmmm...devious....I love it..." "Glad you finally admit to it." "Better get ready then." "Mmm, agreed." They got off the couch and centred themselves in front of the mirror. First Zach had to pick up all this clothing which he discarded all over the room. He picked up his boxers and slip them up his long legs and over his freshly milked cock. No doubt the underwear would be stained by leaky residue. Then he pulled up his pants, tucked his shirt into it and fastened it nicely. He rolled down his sleeves, retied his neck tie and found his jacket and put that on as well. For Elena, she rolled down her skirt over her throbbing pussy lips and pulled up her bustier over her big breasts. With Zach's assistance she zipped it up and made sure her babies were secure. A few touch-ups on both their parts and they were on their way. "Ready?" she asked. "Aye." He replied, channelling his Irish roots. They left the prep room and went downstairs. If they could, they would've been hand in hand, but of course, there were issues with that. They entered to find everyone in their wedding party swarming them with questions of where they were. The only exception was the bride herself who nobody would see until she actually walked down the aisle. The scene reminded Elena of the last time she was in this church. A few days before the ceremony, the wedding party and the priest congregated at the front of the church to go over roles and the entrance schedule. There was, however, one notable absentee. "Where's Rebecca?" the priest asked. Zach immediately turned to Elena. She saw that accusing look in his face that told her that he thought she had something to do with her lateness. "What? I have no idea where she is." she defended. She really hadn't. This would be a fine time to play around though. Rebecca's father piped up. "I called her cell and just got her voicemail. Maybe she's in the car on the way over. Traffic perhaps." The group nodded at the plausible explanation. It was decided that they would go on without her. The order was decided: first flower girl and ring boy, then the parents, then the pairs of bridesmaids and groomsmen with Elena and Mike as the final duo, then Zach, and then the bride herself as the finally. If she arrived, Rebecca would make her big promenade, if not, they would proceed anyways. With everything set, everyone made their walks down the aisle. Elena waltzed done with Mike and took her position beside the other women. Next was Zach's turn. Elena eyed him the entire time as he gracefully strode down the pathway. He was going to look so hot tomorrow. Rebecca had still not arrived by the time he reached the front of the church so he took his place in front of the minister by himself. "Well then, this is quite odd having to do in front of only one person," he said. Those words prompted Elena to speak up. She raised her hand to garner the attention of the priest. "I can fill in for Rebecca until she gets here." "You won't know your job then." Zach said. It was an obvious attempt at a protest. Maid of Dishonour "I hold your ring and her flowers. I think I can remember that." The priest nodded. "I suppose that'll do then." With his approval Elena stood beside Zach. "You aren't quitting, are you?" he said to her in a whisper. "Never." "At least you're honest." "The least of my finer qualities," she smiled, "as you well know..." Slyly she worked her hand into his. He didn't try to protest this one. She heard him just let out a disgruntled sigh as he rolled his eyes. "Umm, El..." one of the wedding party members started, "you don't have to hold his hand you know. That's for Rebecca." Elena blushed as she played along. "I know! Just instilling some realism into this rehearsal. This after all what'll happen tomorrow, and as the maid of hounour, I just want Zachy here to be prepared for everything that hits him tomorrow." The group laughed at that. Elena enjoyed her ability to garner entertainment for these people time and time again. Amongst her quirks about the groom no one had suspected her true motives and this is what was the greatest of turn-ons. As the priest went through all that he was going to say in the ceremony, paraphrasing of course, Elena kept her hand nestled in Zach's. He completely overtook her tiny little palm, but it felt so right. Neither of them said a word. Elena looked up at the groom and saw that he was fixated on the priest's words. Then she panned her vision down to his waist. She saw a little bulge in his cock. His legs were even shaking a little bit. A nervous man, that's what he undoubtedly was. One day before his wedding to the bitch and he was a nearly broken sole. He was quivering to keep it together. This latest head game had him thinking about Elena as his wife, not Rebecca. She would make a fine bride. These past few months were partly devoted to that notion. This reality of them standing at the altar, Elena as a stand-in for the true bride was a symbol of that will. Yes, she was a superior substitute. Elena only clued in to the priests words when it came to good bit: the exchanging of the wedding rings. "...and now I will ask the best man to hand over the ring to groom to put on the bride, at which point he will say what he needs to her," he said. It was decided that the real rings wouldn't make their appearance until the actual wedding so this would be a mock run. Zach pretended to take the ring from Mike. "This is stupid," he said as he "fitted" the imaginary jewellery Elena's finger. She also agreed that it was a little odd not having the real thing, but in her head she pictured everything as if she was his slutty bride receiving a shiny golden ring from her sexy, tux wearing husband. Oooh, that thought made her cunt tingle. She hoped he could see how wet her made her through her full smile and lustful eyes. "Do you want to recite your vows for practise Zachary?" the priest said. "Yeah Zach, do you wanna go over what you wanna say to your bride tomorrow?" Elena batted her eye lashes. Zach only addressed the priest in his answer but he surely meant it for both of them. "That's not necessary, Father. I'm going to save everything for tomorrow." It was a little bit of a letdown for Elena because she would've loved to hear his vows to complete her fantasy, but hey, it was expected of him. He was high-tailing it again. Plus, it was for the best. She wanted a personalized speech. In any case, it was bride's turn. Elena received the imaginary ring from one of the bridesmaids that was filling in for her and then with a chill on her back and a glimmer in her eyes she "placed" it on Zach's finger. The priest was going to hurry to the next part since the vows were specific to the absent Rebecca but Elena insisted on reciting a mock version to again, "aid in the realism." "Zachy, there's no doubt in my mind that you're the man I want to spend my life is and I can say with certainty the same thing about you. The undeniable bond and magic between us is all I need in defense of that. So take this ring as a promise that I will be the mate that you have always wanted. My body and soul is yours." She looked into his eyes to gauge his reaction. He was still trying to put up his strong front but that wall was cracking. In fact, it started to come down a long time ago. Deep in his eyes she saw a divided man who would not verbally admit his attraction to Elena. The maid of honour meant every word in her mock speech; Zach undoubtedly knew this as well. His cock became harder and more noticeable. It was at that point that the church filled with the sound of clicking heels. The group turned to the centre aisle and saw Rebecca frantically making her way to the altar. "Sorry everyone, it was the damn store that kept me more than I wanted." She embraced with Zach and asked what she had. She lamented after being told they had pretty much gone through the church instructions. Elena made a point of saying that she was her best friend today. The priest compassionately suggested that they go over everything with Rebecca present to which they all agreed would be fine. Thus, the process was repeated again, this time Elena was on the sidelines. She was convinced in her head that Zach was better suited standing next to her than her best friend. After the church procession, the evening moved to the wedding reception itself. The order of entering the banquet hall was determined as well as the order and arrangements of the first and second dances. This went without incident, although Elena noted how magical the dance between the maid of honour and the groom would be. Elena shot out of her daydream by the stocky image of the best man in the wedding, Mike. She knew immediately what he wanted. He was quite intimidated by her in asking her for the ring. "El, so you, um, have Emma's ring?" She smiled at him. "Of course Mikey." She slipped the defiled band off her finger, opened up his hand and placed it in his palm. "Excellent." He blushed. But upon looking it over he found a few things wrong with it. "It looks a bit dirty...and why's it all sticky?" Her demeanour remained as cool and sexy as ever. "Shhhhhhh," she cooed. "Don't worry about that...." That was enough to get him to be silent on the ring. Such was her power and allure. With just a few words she could shut a man up in a situation where he had things to say. Soon enough the music began and the party members made their pre-arranged walks down the red carpeted aisle. When it came time for Elena and Mike, the maid of honour was just beaming. The elated feeling off fucking and being fucked by the groom never left her mind...nor did the wide smile on her face. Better yet, she enjoyed the feeling of Zach's cum oozing out of her underneath her dress! She looked out into the unsuspecting crowd of people and knew that they were all marvelling at her incredible body. There was little doubt that she outshined all the other bridesmaids and, as they would see in a minute, the bride herself. The only regret she did have was that she did enter after Zach, just so he would be able to see her looking at him the whole time. The flip side to that was she got to see him make his solo march down the pathway. For a man who went through what he did Elena commended him in that fact that he looked quite poised. Slow, well timed and spaced strides. Obviously not in a hurry. Why would he be anyways? It wasn't as though he was anxious to marry Rebecca anymore. He took his place at the altar and they exchanged mischievous glances and winks. While they traded glances, the music shifted to announce the entrance of the supposed woman of the hour. She wore a very traditional looking gown: white, right down to her ankles, huge bell, elbow length white gloves. It was strapped at the shoulders though. There was no way she could pull of a gown like Elena's, the maid of honour thought. Heck, she was fooling herself into thinking she had anything to show off with the cleavage her dress was meant to display. Admittedly though, Elena was partly to blame for the dress selection. She advised her on which dress to don, and in doing so she picked one that would make herself look really good in comparison. Rebecca held her bouquet and looked at her fiancé the entire time with her blue eyes with such happiness. Too bad he wasn't as focussed on her. Her short blonde hair was of course styled different than normally but still didn't match up to sexiness of her Elena's long brown locks. Yes, this bride had nothing on her. She could not and would not ever be able to compete with Elena. As the ceremony started, Elena gazed at the couple. She noted Zach's body language. He was standing about an inch away further away than Rebecca than he should have been. His arms stood right up against his body. She watched Rebecca's hand slowly move toward his, but he didn't even acknowledge it. He was burning her and she didn't know it. His face though was all smiles. Though it wasn't the face of a man that into the moment. No, it was rather distant. The face of a man that was....what was the word...reflecting. He was zoned out on the wonderful sex he just experienced. The priest went on about the sanctity of marriage which greatly amused Elena. Yeah, she had proven how pure and sacred Zach and Rebecca's union had been. She'd made a mockery of marriage and she loved it! Gosh it was such a rush knowing she had finally succeeded in stealing away a happily committed man! She thrived on her potential for calculated seduction...for corruption. And this all culminated in the house of god! How devious was that! A vixen at work in the most sanctified of places. All these people were here to honour the new merger of two loved ones. Little did they know that this union was disgraced from the start. When it came time for the vows, Elena was majorly turned on. First he turned to retrieve the gooey ring from his best man. He danced it in between his fingers. His faced looked it like it was going to burst into laughter. Zach made her proud and aroused with his speech. "Rebecca," he faced her, "today begins a new chapter in both our lives. Today I have finally realized new potential for love, and from this day forward vow to protect and cultivate that bound. I take you as my wife to blissfully aid in that process." For a split second her looked passed her shoulder to the horny maid of honour. He quickly smirked at her. She melted: such hot vows. It seems like Zach had picked up on Elena's knack for hot cryptic orations. Yes, nowhere once did he say the words "I love you, Rebecca." Heck, he never specified he was talking about his love with her. To the bride and everyone else in that chapel save the groom and the maid of honour, she was definitely the subject. She couldn't see her face but her best friend was probably beaming right now with the kind words for her. Stupid bitch, Elena though. Neither she nor anyone knew what was happening; that was reserved for the only two insiders at the church altar. The couple turned their attention to their hands. Elena saw him making the motions which indicated that he was placing the ring on her finger. He raised his head, but Rebecca continued to look down at the ring for a good while. Elena could only wish to see what was going on. The priest had to prompt the bride to do her part in the ceremony to which she did. She turned around and smiled at Elena, "Got it?" Elena smiled back. She took a minute to note the ring on her own finger. Yes, it certainly didn't shine as brightly as the other bands on Rebecca's fingers, which was fitting because Rebecca herself and her relationship with Zach would never shine as brightly as Elena and her new bond with the new groom. "Yup," she simply responded. She slipped the ring off her thumb and handed it to her best friend. The blonde bride blushed in response and retreated to her position to start her vows. "Zachary, I, Rebecca, take you to be my partner, loving what I know of you, and trusting what I do not yet know. I eagerly anticipate the chance to grow together, getting to know the man you will become, and falling in love a little more every day. I promise to love and cherish you through whatever life may bring us. I love you." Elena fought the urge to burst out laughing. Instead she snickered to herself. Rebecca was just to amusing for her right now. It was more than the fact that she employed a traditional template of vows instead of personalizing them like her man. She wondered if the bride could love and trust the adulterous, cheating guy Elena had transformed Zach into. She amused herself at the idea of her eventually finding out about their affair. Would she support and cherish Zach in this new life endeavour? Probably not. But hey, she would to do so, she joked. Rebecca slipped the ring on his finger and the minister uttered those words. "By the power vested in me, I pronounce you man and wife." What followed was the traditional kiss, which sickened Elena. It wasn't even that good from what she saw. Definitely no tongue. Oh well though, she'd let Rebecca get this bit of action. She sure as hell wasn't getting much more. From there, the newlyweds made their way down the aisle. Half of the congregation had already left to greet them outside while the other half followed in after the couple. On the steps to the waiting limo Zach and Rebecca were rained on with confetti and rice. They saluted the crowd and filed into the fancy car. The reception was to be held in two hours at a banquet hall. All the members of the wedding party had rooms at the attached hotel. Mike gave her a ride to the inn. She went up to her single room and settled in. She plopped onto the bed and rest for a moment. So the world had a new married couple and their names were the O'Rourke's. It was a shame that Mr. O'Rourke was too involved with the meddling maid of honour though. Their marriage was tainted even before it began. She lifted up her dress and massaged her moist pussy lips. Yes, it took until the last hour before his wedding time, but she succeeded. Perhaps that made it more rewarding for her. Zach held out all this time. He only caved right before he got hitched. Oh how wet she was standing on the sidelines. His juices were dripping down her thigh the entire time. She thought about what a wonderful man she snatched up and the woman she did it from: her brainless best friend, Becca the bride...the bitch, the bimbo...the nothing. Elena couldn't declare a full victory because Zach and Rebecca were still together, but time for that would come...