<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="39168644" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>After breakfast, we made our way to the hotel pool. It was early, so we were the only ones there. I dove in almost immediately and Evan followed shortly thereafter.</p><p>By that point I had Jason’s full blessing to do as I desired, so I leaned into playing the part of Evan’s adoring girlfriend. We fooled around in the pool. We swam together, splashed each other, and indulged in several intense sessions of kissing.</p><p>At one point a hotel employee walked through the pool area and I’m pretty sure he was sent because they thought we were having sex. He showed up right after Evan and I got particularly hot and heavy in the water. His cock was throbbing and I actually had to stop myself from pulling it out of his swimsuit and taking it inside me.</p><p>Needless to say, by the time we returned to the room I was nearly out of my mind with desire. All I wanted was to fuck the gorgeous man that had just spent an hour with his hands all over me and his tongue intermittently in my mouth.</p><p>“Fuck, I’m out of condoms,” Evan said.</p><p>“Out of condoms? How is that possible?”</p><p>He gave me a frustrated look and said, “I didn’t bring a whole box. It seemed like an extreme long shot that anything was going to happen so I didn’t come fully prepared, I guess.”</p><p>So, I know I probably shouldn’t have done what I did next, but I really couldn’t help it. You have to understand, I was insanely turned on. An hour of foreplay in the pool will do that to a girl.</p><p>Instead of sending Evan to buy a box of condoms, I untied his swimsuit, pushed it to the floor, and got on my knees in front of him.</p><p>That’s not usually the kind of thing I do. It never has been, actually. I think that’s why I did it, and why I found it so arousing. I could actually feel my heart pounding as I took him in my mouth. I could feel a genuine tingling sensation between my legs, like looking up at this gorgeous man and sucking his cock was really turning me on.</p><p>I didn’t stay down there long. I wanted to get fucked. I needed to get fuck, so after I got Evan nice and hard I stood up, got on my back in the bed, and said, “Fuck me. Just make sure you pull out before you cum.”</p><p>That was it. Evan was on top of me and inside me in a moment’s notice. It felt even better than the first time. I think it’s because I was so turned on. It doesn’t really matter, though. All that matters is that it felt incredible.</p><p>He kissed me and I wrapped my legs around him. I ran my fingers over his back, and I have to say that it’s more satisfying (and arousing, to be honest) than I thought it would be to have a genuinely muscular man on top of me. Just touching him while he fucked me was a turn on.</p><p>I came quickly. Then I came again. Two orgasms in the span of five minutes. It was glorious. Evan pulled out soon thereafter.</p><p>“Cum on my tits,” I said as I held them together for him. It felt slutty, but in a way that I kind of liked. He sprayed his load all over my breasts. They were almost completely covered by the time he was done. I couldn’t help but laugh as he smiled at his artwork.</p><p>“Fuck, that was incredible,” he said. “You’re incredible. Truly, you’re an incredible woman.”</p><p>The ladies out there might understand how good it feels to have a gorgeous, seriously desirable man say something like that to you. I was positively giddy.</p><p>When Evan stepped into the bathroom I grabbed my phone and took a quick picture of my cum-covered breasts. I sent it to Jason with a quick text: “Thought you might want to see what I’ve been doing this morning.”</p><p>I laid in bed and savored the sensations rushing through my body. My pussy was still tingling from the fucking I’d just taken (which felt considerably better without a condom, by the way). My breasts felt wonderfully warm with Evan’s cum covering them. I was deeply relaxed and genuinely happy.</p><p>“They’re beautiful,” Jason texted.</p><p>I’d quickly grown to love that he was so into the fun I was having with Evan. It made it so much hotter to know that I didn’t have to feel guilty. I mean, Jason thought my cum-covered breasts were beautiful, I assume in part because they were covered with another man’s cum. How fucking hot is that?</p><p>“I’m gonna take a shower,” Evan said as he popped his head into the room.</p><p>“Okay,” I said as I stared at Jason’s text.</p><p>I could feel another wave of arousal building. I wanted to play with my husband. I figured I’d try and be a little more explicit than I had the night before. After all, I’d basically shared everything and Jason had been pretty obvious about being turned on by it.</p><p>“It felt good,” I texted.</p><p>“What did?” he asked.</p><p>“Letting him cum on my tits,” I wrote.</p><p>For a brief period nothing came back. I wondered if I’d made a mistake in being explicit. Maybe Jason didn’t want details. Then a picture came in. It was of Jason’s crotch. He was in his underwear and he very clearly had an erection.</p><p>“What else did you let him do?” he texted.</p><p>“I let him enjoy my mouth,” I wrote.</p><p>“And did he enjoy it?”</p><p>“It certainly seemed like it. He was exceptionally hard and he couldn’t help but moan. He had quite the lusty look on his face, too,” I texted.</p><p>“I’m a little jealous,” Jason wrote. “But damn does it excite me.”</p><p>“Would it excite you to know that I was on my knees for him? That I was looking up at him as I sucked his cock?” I figured I’d push it and see if Jason found my dirty talk arousing.</p><p>Another picture came through. Now Jason was naked and he had a hand wrapped around his cock. He was rock hard with a big drop of precum at the tip. “Yes!” was all he texted.</p><p>“I was so wet for him. I couldn’t believe it, but I actually got wetter when I sucked his cock. Looking up at him with his big dick in my mouth was such a turn on.”</p><p>“He’s big?” Jason texted back.</p><p>I know men are sensitive about size, so I kept my answer simple. “Yes,” was all I said.</p><p>“What happened after you blew him?” Jason texted.</p><p>“I got in bed, spread my legs, and begged him to fuck me,” I wrote. I wanted Jason to think of me begging another man to fuck me. I thought it would be sexy for him. Plus, it wasn’t that far from what had actually happened.</p><p>“Did he make you cum?” Jason asked. He was being direct now. I liked it.</p><p>“Twice,” I texted. “He made me cum twice, baby. Twice in five minutes, in fact.”</p><p>I couldn’t help but masturbate as I thought about it. The idea that Jason was masturbating to our little text exchange was a huge turn on too. My pussy was still soaking wet and I had all these splendidly dirty thoughts running through my head.</p><p>“You seem like a very good girlfriend,” he texted.</p><p>I came as I read it. I’m not entirely sure why, but I felt this rush of arousal. It was strong and it surged through my pelvis before concentrating on my clit. I came really hard, too. I think I liked the idea of being Evan’s girlfriend. It seemed kind of kinky, but in a really beautiful way.</p><p>“I’m going to be a good girlfriend tonight, too. A very good girlfriend,” I wrote. I knew I was being kind of vague, but I wanted Jason to conjure up any image he wanted.</p><p>“You just made me cum,” he texted a minute later.</p><p>It made me smile. I’d made two men cum that day.</p><p>“I need to hop in the shower and get ready for the wedding. I might be able to text you later tonight. Would you enjoy that?”</p><p>“Absolutely,” Jason replied. “Have fun.”</p><p>“I will. I love you,” I texted.</p><p>“I love you too.”</p><p>I smiled, looked down at my cum-covered chest, and hopped out of the bed to get cleaned up. I had a wedding to go to!</p><p><br></p><p>“You’re astoundingly beautiful,” Evan said as he took my hand in his.</p><p>We were seated in the second row. Everyone in the wedding part with the exception of the bride was standing in front of us. Delicate rose petals lined the space between the rows of chairs. Evan looked exceptionally good in a well-tailored suit and I thought I looked pretty damn good in the pink cocktail dress I’d bought for the occasion.</p><p>The music started and everyone stood up as Grace began her walk down the aisle on her father’s arm. She looked impossibly beautiful in an elegant white gown. She had the beginnings of tears in her eyes as she looked at her groom. I nearly welled up at the overwhelming sense of love in the room.</p><p>I reached out and took Evan’s hand. He leaned over and kissed my cheek. I was playing the part of his girlfriend. I wanted to embrace it. It felt surprisingly good to do so.</p><p>The ceremony was actually rather beautiful. They’re not a religious family, so everything was built around a theme of love, which I found touching. A friend performed the ceremony and she was surprisingly funny but managed to be heartfelt, too. It was hard not to feel a sense of romance in the air, which I suppose is why single guys love going to a wedding. It’s pretty easy to find a single woman that just wants attention for the evening.</p><p>After the ceremony, Grace and her new husband took pictures for close to 45 minutes, which left the rest of us to enjoy free drinks and chat.</p><p>There wasn’t much that happened during the cocktail hour that’s worth mentioning, with the exception of one conversational topic.</p><p>It won’t surprise you, but almost everyone we talked to wanted to know when Evan and I were getting married.</p><p>At first, I let Evan handle it. He mostly just brushed off the question in a variety of ways. He was noncommittal but not insulting to the idea of marriage or the people asking the question.</p><p>Eventually, I figured we’d have a little fun with it. The first time, I grabbed Evan’s hand, leaned into him, and said, “Honestly, I’m hoping that his sister’s wedding will convince Evan to pop the question.”</p><p>Evan gave me a surprised look as I gazed at him with lovey-dovey eyes. I was having fun with it. The woman that asked the question smiled and said, “See, Evan. She wants to marry you. What’s holding you back?”</p><p>Evan squeezed my hand and laughed. I couldn’t help but giggle a little, mostly at how uncomfortable he seemed with the whole thing. I couldn’t tell if it was because he was genuinely horrified at the idea of marriage or if he was surprised I was playing the part of his girlfriend in such a committed way.</p><p>I tried a few other responses as the cocktail hour wore on.</p><p>“I don’t know, but I think a diamond ring would look awfully pretty on this finger,” was one. I lifted my hand and pointed to my finger for effect.</p><p>“Maybe he’s already bought a ring,” was another.</p><p>I used “I don’t know, but he better hurry up,” with Evan’s uncle, a man who’d already gotten a little bit drunk and let loose an uproarious laugh as I said it.</p><p>Eventually, Evan grabbed my hand and we made our way to an out of the way corner to get away from the crowds. He seemed a little bit exhausted.</p><p>“Are you okay?” I asked. I felt a little guilty, like maybe I’d made a mistake. “I’m sorry if I got carried away with all of that. I just figured I’d have a little fun.”</p><p>He smiled. “No, it’s not that. It’s just that I feel kind of bad lying to everyone. I know it’s weird because I’m the one that started this lie in the first place.”</p><p>“It’s not weird,” I said as I sat across his lap and put my arms around his neck. “It’s perfectly normal, in fact.”</p><p>It struck me that in that moment I was acting more like Evan’s girlfriend than I had at any point on our little lie-filled trip. I leaned closer and kissed him. It felt electric.</p><p>“Why not just pretend that we’re not lying?” I said as I caressed his face. “Most relationships don’t end in marriage. Why not just pretend that we’re dating, at least for this weekend?”</p><p>Evan smiled. I saw some of the stress leave his face. I thought it was cute that he’d gotten genuinely worked up over lying to his family.</p><p>“So, you’re just my girlfriend? You’re not a married woman having a weekend fling?” he asked.</p><p>“That’s right. I’m your girlfriend.” I kissed him again. This time my lips lingered a little longer against his. I could feel his cock stirring. I felt my heart pounding a little harder. There was something about saying that I was his girlfriend that felt spectacularly arousing. “And like a good girlfriend, I care about you. I want to make sure you’re happy.”</p><p>“I want to make sure you’re happy too,” he said.</p><p>That was the moment I saw that Evan had genuine feelings for me, just like his sister had suggested. I’d been clear that I wasn’t leaving Jason, and at no point did I feel like I wanted to do that, but Evan clearly couldn’t deny his feelings or shove them down.</p><p>“You know what would make me happy right now?” I asked.</p><p>“What’s that?” Evan asked as he caressed my leg.</p><p>“If you fucked me,” I whispered before pressing my lips against his and invading his mouth with my tongue. I felt his cock get fully erect. “Would you do that for your girlfriend? Would you take me somewhere and fuck me before the reception begins?”</p><p>“Well, I’d hate to disappoint you,” Evan said.</p><p>He stood up, adjusted his pants to hide his erection, and took my hand. We made our way through the halls of the country club (that’s where Grace had her wedding) and slipped into a bathroom that was shockingly nice. Evan locked the door and pulled me into a kiss.</p><p>I slipped off my panties as we kissed and I couldn’t stop thinking about how good it was going to feel to have him inside me. It had been just a handful of hours since I’d last enjoyed his cock and already I wanted it again. Looking back, that was probably the moment where I realized just how much fun it was to have permission to enjoy another man.</p><p>The counter was a beautiful polished marble and Evan lifted me up, sat me on the edge, and unzipped his pants. He hadn’t bought any condoms, obviously, so he pushed his bare cock inside me. I wrapped my legs around him, pulled him tight, and closed my eyes to savor the feeling of his long, thick dick pushing deep into my pussy.</p><p>I’m not entirely sure why, but getting fucked on that bathroom counter was the best sex I’d had with Evan up to that point. It felt a little naughty to be having sex at his sister’s wedding. It felt feverish and impulsive. It was also something I’d literally never done before, which must have made it more exciting.</p><p>Either way, I came really quickly. Like, really quickly. Evan didn’t stop, though. He just kept on pounding my pussy, which was exactly what I wanted. For a short spell I felt like I literally never wanted him to pull out, like I wanted to stay in the bathroom and get fucked all night long.</p><p>That wasn’t possible, obviously, but it felt damn good. So did the second orgasm he gave me. That was four orgasms in the span of just a short handful of hours. It was like riding this long, blissful, impossibly arousing wave of pleasure.</p><p>I surprised myself when it came time for Evan’s orgasm. He was going to pull out. He went to do it. He probably would have cum in the sink or on the counter and just cleaned it up.</p><p>“No, don’t. Cum inside me,” I said as I wrapped my legs around him.</p><p>“Are you sure?” he said as he kept fucking me.</p><p>“Yes, please, Evan. Cum inside me. Do it. Cum inside me,” I said. I could hear the desperation in my voice. I really wanted him to cum inside me.</p><p>Don’t worry. I was on the pill. I wasn’t taking that kind of risk. I’m not insane. I just really wanted to feel him cum inside me. I don’t know why, entirely. It just seemed like it would be incredibly satisfying.</p><p>It was, too. When he groaned, pushed his cock into me and ejaculated, it felt great. I couldn’t feel his cum actually spraying inside me or anything. It was the knowledge that it was happening that I loved. I wrapped myself tightly around Evan and kissed his neck as he finished ejaculating inside me. I felt a strong sense of warmth and happiness. It was complete satisfaction, like the one thing that had been missing from the weekend was his cum in my pussy.</p><p>“That was incredible,” I said before softly kissing his neck.</p><p>“Yes, it was,” Evan agreed between heavy breaths. “It really was.”</p><p>“I’m a good girlfriend, aren’t I?” I asked as a giddy smile crossed my face.</p><p>“The best I’ve ever had,” he answered.</p><p>I know he was probably kidding, but it felt surprisingly good to hear him say it. I actually felt sort of proud about being a really good fake girlfriend, the kind of girlfriend that invites her boyfriend to fuck her and cum inside her at a wedding.</p><p>There was still more fun to come, too.</p>