<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?tag=the%20wedding%20date">Click here</a> to read the previous parts of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="38998498" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>I have to say, I looked fabulous for the rehearsal dinner. I really like dressing up, so even before I had any idea of Evan’s intentions for our weekend I’d packed outfits that looked good.</p><p>I went with a sleeveless blue cocktail dress that was splendidly tight around my upper body and had a beautiful, flared bottom made from soft satin. I felt so good in it, especially when paired with three inch silver high heels.</p><p>“How do I look?” I asked Evan as I stepped out of the bathroom and spun around for him. The hem of the dress floated up. I kind of felt like a princess.</p><p>The look on his face was all the answer I needed. I looked as good as I felt. Still, it was nice to hear him say, “You’re breathtaking.”</p><p>Right after that there was a moment when it looked like he was going to step forward, take me into his arms, and kiss me, exactly as a guy would do with his girlfriend. Evan seemed to catch himself, like he’d temporarily forgotten that we weren’t actually dating.</p><p>I decided to throw caution to the wind. I’d already kissed him once and felt like I’d gotten the green light from Jason to have some fun, so I stepped forward and kissed Evan again. I have to say, it felt so good. So fucking good. He’s a really good kisser and god damn is his body incredible, even in the suit he was wearing.</p><p>“I guess we should go,” he said after the kiss.</p><p>I glanced down and said, “We should probably wait a minute,” while pointing between his legs.</p><p>He looked a little bit embarrassed that I’d pointed out his very obvious erection, but I saw nothing wrong with it. It might have been a little more insulting if he hadn’t gotten erect.</p><p>We held hands again on the elevator ride down. I told myself it was because I was getting into the part of being his girlfriend, but really, I kind of just wanted to hold his hand and be close to him. I was being selfish, but it was only going to last the weekend and then it would be over, so I decided to make the most of it.</p><p>The rehearsal dinner was at a beautiful restaurant with a massive outdoor dining space ringed by flowering bushes. They’d strung lights overhead, too, giving the whole thing a spectacularly romantic feel. It felt like a perfect place for us to pretend to be a fake couple while effectively being on our first date.</p><p>Before any food was served, Evan introduced me to his family. They seemed like perfectly lovely people, though I know that family can seem wonderful to everyone else and be a huge pain in the ass to the people they’re actually related to.</p><p>His mother, Karen, seemed particularly smitten with the idea that her son – and oldest child – had finally found himself a girlfriend. She honestly couldn’t have been nicer to me.</p><p>Evan’s sisters were lovely too. Grace was the youngest, and the bride. Chloe was the middle child, and she was serving as the maid of honor. They were both exceptionally beautiful. I surmised that good DNA clearly runs in the family. They were lovely to me as well. Grace even asked me if I wanted to be a last minute addition to the bridesmaids. I turned her down, obviously.</p><p>At one point, Chloe pulled me aside for what ended up being an enlightening conversation.</p><p>“I can’t believe my brother finally got you to go out with him,” she said.</p><p>“Really?” I was genuinely confused.</p><p>“Yeah. He’s been talking about you for years. Like literally, for years. I guess you used to work together? He’s had a huge crush on you since then. He said he was nervous about asking you out. I don’t know what changed his mind, but I’m glad he did.”</p><p>He wasn’t nervous about asking me out. I was married, of course. I kind of liked knowing that Evan had been nursing a crush on me for years, though.</p><p>“I’ve always liked him,” I told Chloe, figuring I’d play along a little. “We got along so well when we worked together. He’s one of the few people I still stay in touch with from that office. I’m glad he finally asked me out.”</p><p>“Me too,” Chloe said as she reached out and touched my arm. I could see there was genuine happiness in her eyes. It was just like Evan’s mom. I honestly felt a little bad that I was leading them on.</p><p>The food was so much better than I expected. I had a few glasses of wine, too, so I was probably way flirtier with Evan than I normally would have been, though I didn’t get drunk. I didn’t want to get sloppy in front of him family.</p><p>After dinner and an exquisite desert, they pulled the tables back and played music for us. Almost everyone in Evan’s family got out on the hastily opened up dance floor, so of course I joined.</p><p>It was exactly what I’d been expecting the weekend to be, minus the part about me fake dating my friend. It honestly felt great to cut loose for a little while and completely forget about who I actually was. I liked settling into this pretend version of me for a while.</p><p>When a slow song came on, I moved into Evan’s arms with ease. I rested my head against his chest and felt his strong hands move over my back. I saw his mom looking over at us and again I couldn’t help but feel a little bad. I suppose that was Evan’s problem, though.</p><p>“I like your family,” I said.</p><p>“Me too, despite the things I said about them having a capacity for annoying the hell out of me. I mean, all of that is still true, but they can be great when they’re not up my ass about having a girlfriend.”</p><p>“I guess this should be a lovely weekend then, because you have a girlfriend for at least a few days.” I gave him a soft kiss on the lips and we danced slowly. I honestly felt like his girlfriend and it was nice.</p><p>“Thanks,” he said.</p><p>“My pleasure,” I said softly. I meant it, too. I was having a good time.</p><p><br></p><p>I held Evan’s hand as we stepped onto the elevator. He hit the button for our floor and I turned to him and smiled.</p><p>“So, Chloe told me a little something you might have preferred she kept to herself,” I said, referring to his sister’s admission that Evan had been crushing on me for years.</p><p>I saw on his face that he knew exactly what I was talking about.</p><p>“Oh she did, huh? Well, if you’re talking about what I think you’re talking about, then you’re right, I kind of wish she’d kept that to herself.”</p><p>He actually tried to pull away. I could tell he was embarrassed. I wouldn’t let his hand go, though. Instead, I moved closer.</p><p>“I love Jason, you know. I have no intention of leaving him, not for you or anyone,” I said. Evan looked even more uncomfortable. “But, I’ve decided that you can have me for this weekend and this weekend alone.”</p><p>His look of discomfort changed to one of confusion mixed with a touch of hope. It was actually kind of adorable.</p><p>To make my point perfectly clear, I kissed him. It wasn’t the kind of kiss we shared on the dance floor, though. It was the kind of kiss we shared when he had a towel wrapped around him. It was the kind of kiss that made me wet and that left him with an erection as the elevator door opened.</p><p>We scampered down the hallway and Evan fumbled with the key card before finally getting us into the room. He went after me once we were inside, but I playfully pushed him away before leading him to the bed.</p><p>He sat as I turned around, unzipped my dressed, and slowly let it fall to the floor. It had been years since I’d done a striptease for a man and I felt a little self-conscious. I wanted to entice him, though. I felt like I was the girl of his fantasies and I wanted to make it good.</p><p>The way he moaned as I shook my panty-clad ass at him was confirmation that he liked the little show I was putting on.</p><p>I straddled him as he sat on the edge of the bed. I could feel his erection pressing into me as my tongue explored his mouth. He deftly unhooked my bra and tossed it aside. I couldn’t help but moan as his lips found my nipples. His tongue flicked back and forth over my flesh, sending electric pulses of pleasure between my legs.</p><p>“Did you bring condoms?” I asked.</p><p>“Yes,” he said breathlessly.</p><p>“Good, because I need you to fuck me.”</p><p>If I’m being honest, I’d been waiting to say those words from the moment he touched me in the first class lounge. I’d been turned on all day. I’d been desperate for him.</p><p>Evan picked me up, laid me in the bed, and quickly stripped. His body was genuinely breathtaking. Like legitimately perfect looking. With his long, thick erection bouncing gently between his legs, he was an absolute vision of manly perfection. I could actually feel myself getting wetter as I watched him grab a condom out of his suitcase and dress up his cock.</p><p>“Get over here. I need you inside me, now,” I said. I could hear the desperation in my voice. I couldn’t hold back. I just needed him to fuck me.</p><p>Evan pulled off my panties, climbed on top of me, and kissed me vigorously. I could feel his desire in the way his tongue moved in my mouth and his hands moved over my body. I could feel the years of lust he’d let build up.</p><p>Then I felt his cock slip inside me. I was wet enough that he moved into me with relative ease, despite his exceptional size.</p><p>“Oh my God,” I whispered.</p><p>I know that sounds cliché, but it was that good. Jason’s not a small man, but Evan was bigger. He was in much better shape, too, and that makes a difference. It just felt better to have him on top of me, to feel him thrusting into me. It felt good to be taken by this near-flawless example of masculinity.</p><p>“Fuck me, Evan. Fuck me,” I begged. My voice was laced with lust. I was so turned on that I wasn’t entirely familiar with the feeling. It had clearly been years since that part of my sexuality had been unlocked.</p><p>Evan fucked me spectacularly. He really did. He made me cum exceptionally hard as I laid on my back in the bed. I wrapped my legs around him, closed my eyes, arched my back, and let loose a guttural scream that the people in the rooms next door almost certainly heard.</p><p>“My God, Evan, you’re incredible,” I said as I came down from the climax. I literally couldn’t feel my toes.</p><p>He laughed. “My pleasure.”</p><p>“Not quite,” I said. “You didn’t cum yet, right?”</p><p>“No, I didn’t.”</p><p>“Good. Let me help you with that,” I said while urging him to get on his back so I could take his dick for a ride. “I’m good for more than once a night, after all, especially when you’ve got a dick like this,” I added while grasping his cock and guiding it into my pussy while I straddled him.</p><p>I then fucked Evan, or at least that’s what it felt like. I did the work while he enjoyed the show, though he was quite good with his hands as they moved over my breasts, played with my nipples, and grasped my ass.</p><p>I came again while I was on top, but I didn’t stop. I kept on riding him. I desperately wanted him to cum. I really did. I wanted to make him feel good. I was completely lost in that desire.</p><p>It happened, too. He grabbed my ass, thrust up into me, and said, “I’m cumming. Fuck, I’m cumming!”</p><p>A huge smile came over my face. I could feel his cock throbbing a little as he let his load loose into the condom. </p><p>“You’re incredible,” he said.</p><p>“My pleasure,” I added with a giggle. I leaned down and kissed him. I pushed my tongue into his mouth. I was honestly still pretty turned on. I definitely could have gone longer, despite the fact that we’d been fucking for a solid 30 minutes.</p><p>“Hey, do you wanna shower together?” I asked. “Wash all this sweat off?”</p><p>“I’d love to,” Evan answered.</p><p>We climbed out of bed and stepped into the luxurious bathroom together. The shower was actually big enough for two people and it felt really good to step under the warm water with him.</p><p>The shower ended up being the most romantic part of the evening. In bed, we were fucking. We were expending all the sexual energy that had built up over the day. In the shower, we kissed and caressed each other. We engaged in long, sensual foreplay. He washed my body. I made sure to give his cock a very thorough cleaning. We even dried each other off when we were done.</p><p>Not surprisingly, I was eager to have sex again. So was Evan. His cock was hard by the time I finished drying him off. His eyes were alight with desire.</p><p>“Will you make love to me?” I asked.</p><p>He picked me up and carried me to the bed. Not long after, his cock was inside me again. This time, it was slow and sensual. We’d fucked before. Now we were making love. It was beautiful, and it felt spectacularly good. It turns out that making love with a gorgeous, muscular, well-hung man is also quite pleasurable.</p><p>Not surprisingly, we both had fantastic orgasms, and after Evan had disposed of the condom we slept together in the same bed. We slept naked, too. It had been years since I’d done that. I even fell asleep in his arms. Fuck, it was incredible.</p><p>It will not surprise you to hear that I woke up to the feeling of Evan’s erection pressing into me. It might surprise you to hear that I decided I’d wake him up with a blowjob.</p><p>I felt like I was in college again as I crawled under the sheets and took him in my mouth. It took about a minute, but soon enough he pulled back the sheet and looked down at me with a big smile on his face.</p><p>“Fuck, that’s incredible,” he said.</p><p>I didn’t stop. I had no intention of stopping until I’d swallowed his cum. I honestly didn’t think it would take that long. I’m quite good with my mouth.</p><p>First I tasted a steady increase in precum. Then he started groaned louder. Then, his cock got thicker and a few moments later his cum hit my tongue. I caught it all and swallowed when he’d finished. He didn’t taste half bad.</p><p>“Good morning,” I said.</p><p>He laughed. “Good morning to you, beautiful. I haven’t woken up like that in years. That was incredible!”</p><p>I crawled next to him and rested my head on his chest. He ran his fingers through my hair and down my back. His touch made me tingle.</p><p>“So, what time is the wedding?” I asked.</p><p>“The ceremony is at four.”</p><p>I looked at the clock. We had seven hours before the ceremony.</p><p>“Well, we’ve got plenty of time to kill, don’t we?” I said.</p><p>“We certainly do. What will we do with ourselves?” Evan said as he laughed.</p><p>“Let’s start with breakfast. Why don’t you order us some room service? Eggs and bacon for me.”</p><p>Evan sat up and grabbed the room service menu as I grabbed my phone. A text from Jason had come in while I was going down on my fake boyfriend.</p><p>“How was your night?” he’d asked.</p><p>I still wasn’t entirely sure if I’d cheated on Jason or if I’d done what he’d given me permission to do, which meant I wasn’t sure if I should be honest with him.</p><p>“It was great. I did just like you said I should. Though I guess you could say I had more than a little bit of fun,” I texted back.</p><p>“Yeah? Did Evan enjoy having such a beautiful girlfriend for the evening?”</p><p>“I’d say Evan is thoroughly satisfied he brought me as his wedding date,” I texted. I felt a little nervous and my heart rate had increased. I still wasn’t sure if Jason was actually on board with me stepping outside our marriage or if he’d just figured I was going to dance with Evan.</p><p>“Did his family believe you guys were a couple?” Jason texted.</p><p>“It seemed like it.”</p><p>“Yeah? Did you do something to convince them?” he texted.</p><p>I felt like he was probing for details, but I couldn’t tell if he’d be upset at the actual details.</p><p>“We were…affectionate,” I texted.</p><p>“Is that why Evan is thoroughly satisfied that he brought you as his wedding date?” Jason asked.</p><p>This felt like the moment to find out if Jason really wanted to know more and if he was really okay with what I’d done.</p><p>“That…and other reasons,” I texted. I felt like that was pretty explicit without being completely over the top.</p><p>“The kind of reasons that would make a guy feel particularly good about having a beautiful girlfriend like you?” he texted.</p><p>“Yes, those kinds of reasons,” I texted back. I felt like I’d just admitted that I fucked Evan without actually admitting it. </p><p>“So does that mean Evan got to enjoy more than your charming conversational skills and dance moves?” Jason asked.</p><p>“A little more than that, yeah,” I texted. I was still determined to be suggestive.</p><p>“Like what?”</p><p>I decided to up my game a little. I turned on my camera and took a picture of my lips as I did my best to make them look exceptionally sexy. I sent the picture to Jason and texted, “He got to enjoy those.”</p><p>“That must have helped convince his family,” Jason said. He’d assumed I meant Evan and I kissed. He didn’t seem angry.</p><p>“It certainly did.”</p><p>“Was that all Evan got to enjoy, or were you a more generous girlfriend?” Jason texted. Now it seemed like we were putting all our cards on the table.</p><p>I held my arm over my breasts and snapped another picture. I sent it to Jason and texted, “I’m a very generous girlfriend.”</p><p>“I know. I remember. Did he enjoy what you shared?” Jason asked, seemingly referring to my breasts.</p><p>“He enjoyed them very much. He happily shared his lips with me, in fact. They turned out to be quite talented.” It was true, too. Evan had worked my breasts exceptionally well with his mouth.</p><p>“You must have found him quite thrilling if you were willing to share so much with him,” Jason said.</p><p>“I did. More thrilling than I imagined, in fact.”</p><p>“Was there more that you shared?” Jason texted.</p><p>I decided to go for it. I lifted my phone and took a picture of my naked body. It showed my breasts and my pussy, though I left my face out of it. The lighting was quite lovely and I thought I looked exceptionally good.</p><p>I sent it to Jason and said, “I shared everything with him. Multiple times, in fact.”</p><p>There. I’d confessed. I’d said it all. I’d made it as clear as could be.</p><p>Jason sent back a picture of what was unquestionably a load of cum. His load of cum. He’d shot it into a pair of dark underwear.</p><p>“Thank you for sharing,” he texted.</p><p>I’d clearly gotten my answer on whether or not he was okay with me having sex with Evan. It seemed as though he was quite a bit more than okay with it.</p><p>“There’ll be more sharing tonight,” I texted back.</p><p>“I look forward to hearing about it,” he said.</p><p>“I love you,” I texted with a little heart emoji.</p><p>“I love you too,” he texted back.</p><p>Now I was even more excited about the day ahead of me. I had an unambiguous green light and I was going to enjoy myself to the fullest.</p>