<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="39916009" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>“I’ll be right out, I just need to clean up a little,” I said as Evan put his cock back into his pants and zipped up.</p><p>He leaned in and kissed me. “You’re incredible,” he whispered.</p><p>“So are you,” I said.</p><p>I did actually have to do a little cleaning up. I didn’t want his cum leaking out of me for the entirety of the wedding reception. I had an ulterior motive though. I wanted to do a little texting with Jason.</p><p>I pulled out my phone, pulled up the camera, and lined up a picture of my pussy. I was still sitting on the counter and it was a genuine mess. Evan’s cum looked particularly thick as it leaked out of me. I figured I’d wait and send that picture right when it was bound to have the greatest effect.</p><p>“Hey honey,” I texted. “I was just a very good girlfriend and a very naughty wife.”</p><p>Moments later, Jason texted back, “Evan is a lucky man to have such a good girlfriend.”</p><p>“He certainly is. He knows it too. He can’t stop telling me what a good girlfriend I am.”</p><p>There was a short pause before Jason texted back. I wondered if he was thinking about the reality of Evan actually acting like I was his girlfriend, and me doing the same. I kind of liked the idea. I didn’t want to hurt Jason, but it seemed kind of sexy for him to be at home and feeling jealous that I was on a weekend-long date with another man.</p><p>“And do you tell him he’s a good boyfriend?” Jason finally texted.</p><p>“He certainly knows how to keep his girlfriend satisfied,” I texted back. “I can’t remember the last time I had so many orgasms in such a short span of time.”</p><p>“Does that mean you just had an orgasm?”</p><p>I smiled as I imagined Jason getting all worked up as he thought about Evan making me cum. Much to my surprise, my husband had made it perfectly clear that he found my whole weekend excursion thoroughly arousing. For all I knew, he’d cum even more often than Evan.</p><p>“I had an incredible, body-shaking, overwhelmingly satisfying orgasm, honey.” I wanted to sell it. I wanted Jason to imagine me cumming hard on Evan’s big cock.</p><p>“Did your boyfriend have an orgasm too?” he asked.</p><p>“Of course he did, honey. What kind of girlfriend would I be if I let my man unsatisfied?</p><p>“Aren’t you supposed to be at the wedding?” Jason texted.</p><p>“I am at the wedding. I’m all dressed up for a beautiful party and my boyfriend’s cum is leaking out of my pussy,” I sent back.</p><p>“I don’t know why, but that makes my cock so hard,” Jason typed.</p><p>That was my cue to send the picture. Jason was clearly aroused. He’d run out of flirty questions to ask. He just wanted to let me know that my naughtiness had thrilled him. Plus, he clearly didn’t mind that I’d let Evan cum inside me.</p><p>I added the picture to the text and wrote a little something: “Look at the mess my boyfriend made.”</p><p>When Jason didn’t text back immediately, I assumed he was staring at the picture and frantically masturbating.</p><p>“You just made another man cum,” he finally texted.</p><p>“I guess I’m a good girlfriend and a good wife,” I said.</p><p>“Better than you know,” he texted back. “Enjoy the rest of the wedding and feel free to be the best girlfriend imaginable.”</p><p>“I love you,” I texted.</p><p>“I love you too,” Jason typed.</p><p>I smiled, slid off the bathroom counter, and sat on the toilet to clean up a little. I needed to get some of Evan’s cum out of me, though I liked the idea that at least a little of him would be leaking out of my all night so I wasn’t too vigorous.</p><p>Afterwards, I pulled on my panties and headed back to the reception. I made it just in time, too, as moments after I found my seat the bride and groom were introduced.</p><p>The party got underway soon after and it was a damn good time. Evan’s family definitely knows how to have fun. The night was filled with dancing and drinking and even Evan’s parents seemed to have a bottomless well of energy to draw on as they bounced around the room talking to their friends, dancing, and sharing in the joy of the very special day.</p><p>I’ll admit that I enjoyed the slow dances most of all. Jason had given me full permission to play and it felt really nice to be able to feel a bit of romance with Evan. I loved how he would pull me close with his strong arms so I’d rest my head against his chest while we danced to a beautiful song. I loved how he’d occasionally lift my chin so we could share a slow, sensual kiss. I loved how it felt so easy to embrace feeling such warmth and tenderness for him.</p><p>I’ll also admit to feeling a bit of guilt at certain points, though perhaps not like you’d think. See, I didn’t feel guilty about what Jason might be experiencing. He’d been perfectly clear that he was on board. Instead, I felt guilty about potentially making Evan think that we had some sort of future. I’d been perfectly clear that there wasn’t a chance of that, but I also knew he’d nursed a crush on me for years. Still, it all felt so good and I wanted to stick to the original plan, which was to convince his family that we were a couple.</p><p>At one point, Evan’s mom and dad were near us during a slow dance and I saw them both looking over. They beamed with happiness, I assumed at least in part because they saw that their son was finally with someone that he seemed to genuinely like. I felt worse about that than anything, honestly.</p><p>I didn’t detect any sort of bad feelings on Evan’s part, though. He seemed genuinely happy. His kisses were romantic and sensual. Every once in a while I could feel his cock get semi-hard if we danced close enough.</p><p>We were among the last guests to leave and I was okay with that. It was a genuinely great party and it felt like an extension of what amounted to a fantasy weekend for me. I was away from my real life and playing at being someone else’s girlfriend.</p><p>As we stepped out of the country club, Evan pulled out his phone to get us a ride but I reached out and stopped him. The sky was free of clouds and the stars looked impossibly beautiful. It felt like a perfect romantic end to the evening.</p><p>We held hands while staring up at the sky before I leaned in and kissed my weekend boyfriend. It ended up being a long, slow, genuinely romantic kiss. In fact, it was one of the few perfect kisses I’ve ever experienced in my life.</p><p>Evan must have enjoyed it too, because he was fully erect by the time the kiss ended. I reached between his legs and played with his cock a little as we both smiled. Then I had a naughty idea.</p><p>I looked around to make sure no one was watching and then scampered across the parking lot and over a short hill. On the other side was plenty of long, thick green grass and the empty, dark expanse of the golf course.</p><p>Thankfully, Evan had followed me. “Lie down,” I said.</p><p>He did so without hesitation. I squatted over him to unzip his pants and pull out his cock before pulling aside my panties and sitting on him. I took his big cock inside me for the second time that evening and it felt even better than the first.</p><p>I’d like to say we fucked, but we didn’t. I know it might sound crazy, but we made love in the grass. I slowly rode Evan’s cock as we shared soft kisses. His hands moved over my dress and down to my ass. I kissed his neck and told him how good it felt to have him inside me again.</p><p>I mean it when I say that I had the most incredible orgasm of my life in the grass. It was stronger and went on longer than any I’ve ever had.</p><p>Evan hadn’t quite finished at that point, which was fine with me. I wanted more of him. I could have kept him inside me all night long, honestly.</p><p>I flipped onto my back – I didn’t care if my dress ended up with grass stains – and he slid inside me. We made love again. He could have fucked me. I would have welcomed a good pounding from his big cock. He didn’t want that, though. He wanted to continue to savor the connection we had that evening, just like I did.</p><p>Eventually he came inside me. His orgasm seemed to be as thoroughly pleasurable as mine was. Afterwards, it felt like an enormous amount of cum was leaking out of me, though I can’t say for sure if that was the truth.</p><p>We were both in a state of bliss after the sex. We laid there in the grass and stared up at the stars while holding hands. We didn’t say anything. We just enjoyed the mutual feelings of happiness.</p><p>Instead of going back to the hotel, we took the opportunity to mess around on the golf course at night. Mostly we just ran around and acted like we were teenagers again, but it was a lot of fun. That part of the night ended when a security guard waving a super powered flashlight showed up. He didn’t do anything other than urge us to go home. He probably figured we’d had a little too much to drink at the wedding.</p><p>Evan held my hand on the ride back to the hotel. He rubbed his finger over my palm at a steady rhythm for most of the drive. It was remarkably soothing and surprisingly romantic.</p><p>“Thank you for tonight,” he said as we stepped onto the elevator.</p><p>“It was my pleasure. Truly,” I said as I leaned into Evan. He put his arm around me and we both smiled as we headed up to our floor.</p><p>I slept better that night than I have in years.</p><p><br></p><p>The next morning I woke up to a deeply pleasurable sensation between my legs. There was no question someone was going down on me. I moaned and lifted the sheets to see Evan eagerly eating my pussy.</p><p>When he introduced two fingers I moaned louder. His tongue skillfully massaged my clit as he worked his digits in and out of my wet pussy, leading to more loud, lusty moans.</p><p>I came in just a few minutes and I couldn’t help but laugh at the utterly satisfied look on Evan’s face when he emerged from underneath the sheets. He seemed thrilled to have gotten me off.</p><p>“That’s the best kind of alarm clock,” I said.</p><p>“I wanted to return the favor,” Evan replied.</p><p>“You did a very good job.” I couldn’t help but notice he was hard as a rock. When a guy is as big as Evan, an erection can’t really be missed. “But it looks like you’re awfully excited. Maybe I should do something about that.”</p><p>“That’s not why I went down on you,” Evan said.</p><p>“Oh, I know. You were just being a good boyfriend. But, sometimes your girlfriend can be a little bit slutty and she wants to feel her man’s cock inside her, so I’m going to take you for a ride until you fill me with your cum,” I said as I straddled Evan. “Unless you’d rather we just take a shower and go to breakfast?”</p><p>It was Evan’s turn to laugh, though it quickly shifted to a moan as I rubbed the head of his cock along my pussy. I was soaking wet and rather desperate to have him inside me again. I knew we had to check out soon and our early afternoon flight meant our naughty weekend was almost at an end.</p><p>I sank down onto Evan’s big cock and let it fill me. I sat there for a few moments and savored the feeling of his thickness. I couldn’t help but compare it to Jason’s cock. I knew I’d miss having someone bigger.</p><p>I came quickly. Much quicker than I was expecting, in fact. It was my second orgasm in a matter of minutes. It was something else I knew I was going to miss.</p><p>After my orgasm, I got on my hands and knees. I wanted Evan to fuck me. I wanted him to absolutely pound my pussy. It was something that Jason didn’t really offer me. He just wasn’t that kind of guy.</p><p>“Fuck me from behind, Evan. Pound me,” I said.</p><p>Evan swiftly moved into position, guided his cock into me, and gave me the pounding I needed. It felt good in so many ways. It felt good to be taken by a man. It felt good to have such a long, thick cock inside me. It felt good to get fucked so hard like that. It’s not the kind of sex I’d want to have all the time, but it was nice in that moment.</p><p>My favorite moment was when he groaned and came inside me. That felt great. I liked that he was clearly so satisfied. I liked that it felt like a great ending to our naughty sexual weekend. I liked that I’d have his cum inside me while we flew home.</p><p>After he pulled out, Evan slid next to me and pulled me into his arms. We cuddled naked in bed as his cum slowly seeped out of my pussy. It honestly felt perfect.</p><p><br></p><p>After breakfast with Evan’s family his dad dropped us off at the airport.</p><p>“I hope we get to see you again,” he said as he hugged me. He was so genuine it was heartwarming. He would have been a wonderful father in law.</p><p>The flight was uneventful. I considered trying to get us membership in the mile high club, but that’s honestly not appealing to me. The idea of trying to have sex in a cramped plane bathroom is not the kind of thing that inspires lust in me.</p><p>Instead, I decided that I’d keep playing the part of Evan’s girlfriend. We held hands, kissed, and did some gentle caressing. A few times, I snuck my hand under the blanket he had across his lap so I could play with Evan’s cock through his pants. I was pleased to find that he was hard each time.</p><p>We held hands at the baggage carousel too. I just didn’t want to let go of the fun I’d had over the weekend. It was such a wild, wonderful departure, and of course the sex had been incredible (you really can’t underestimate the effect great sex has on a person).</p><p>“I could give you a ride home,” Evan suggested as we walked out of the airport with our bags.</p><p>“You drove here?” I said.</p><p>“Honestly, the parking is pretty cheap and I’ve always liked being able to get into my own car after a long flight. I don’t know why, I just find it really comforting.”</p><p>“In that case, I’d love a ride home,” I said. I’m pretty sure I was giddier than I should have been, but I really liked that I got to spend a little more time with Evan.</p><p>I couldn’t help but hold his hand as we wheeled our suitcases through the parking garage. We didn’t really talk. We just savored getting to spend a little more time together as a couple before it all had to come to an end.</p><p>“I had a lot of fun this weekend,” I said as Evan pulled out of the parking garage.</p><p>“It was the most incredible weekend of my life,” he said.</p><p>I believed him. I’m not sure I’ve had many weekends that could surpass it.</p><p>When we pulled up to a red light, I leaned over and pulled Evan’s lips to mine for a kiss. I felt this incredible kind of desire. I just needed to feel his skin against mine again. I needed to feel his tongue in my mouth. I wanted one more connection to the incredible lust I’d felt all weekend.</p><p>Our kiss ended when the car behind us honked. The light had turned green. My lust didn’t abate, though, and when I looked down and saw that Evan was hard again, I let my desire for him guide me.</p><p>“Whoa, what are you doing?” Evan said as I unzipped his pants.</p><p>“I’ll stop if you want,” I said. Mostly I was concerned that he’d be unable to keep us on the road if I was sucking his cock. Giving him one last blowjob wasn’t worth dying over.</p><p>“No, I just figured this part of the weekend was over,” he said.</p><p>“I’ve decided that I’m your girlfriend until you pull into my driveway,” I said before taking him in my mouth.</p><p>Evan’s moans filled the car immediately. I wasn’t giving a shy blowjob. I devoured his cock. It wasn’t a long drive to my house and I was determined to make him cum in my mouth before we got there.</p><p>“Sarah, my God, you’re incredible,” Evan said as I worked his dick with my mouth. I moaned for him, but I wasn’t going to stop sucking him.</p><p>It took about five minutes of steady sucking before he spilled his load into my mouth. I sealed my lips tight around the head of his cock and took it all. I didn’t want to make a cummy mess on his leather seats, after all. When he was finished, I lifted my head from his lap and swallowed his cum. I’m not afraid to admit that I was seriously turned on by the whole thing.</p><p>For a few moments, Evan’s heavy breathing was the only sound I heard outside of the car’s engine. Then, he said, “I know you were very clear and I’m not trying to pry you away from Jason, but I really wish you were my girlfriend. You’re incredible.”</p><p>I smiled, and for a moment I thought that if I wasn’t married to Jason that I would absolutely date Evan. I was pretty sure he wasn’t the kind of guy that would make for a good husband, but he certainly offered a good time.</p><p>I reached across the center console and took his hand in mind. We didn’t say anything for the rest of the ride. Instead, we maintained that touch until he pulled into my driveway.</p><p>“Well, I guess this is where we break up,” Evan said.</p><p>I giggled a little. The whole situation was kind of absurd. I’d spent the weekend fucking another man and making my husband cum with texts about it. I’d had a staggering number of incredible orgasms. I’d had Evan’s cum inside me multiple times.</p><p>“I guess so, yeah,” I replied.</p><p>Then I pulled him in for another kiss. I wanted just one more and I was secretly hoping that Jason was watching. He’d gotten off to a picture of my cum-filled pussy so I figured he’d enjoy seeing me kiss the man that had fucked me with such skill.</p><p>“You were a wonderful boyfriend, Evan,” I said as our kiss came to an end. “And if you ever have another family member get married, don’t hesitate to call me.”</p><p>“I won’t,” he said.</p><p>I smiled, gave him a quick peck on the cheek, and got out of the car. I grabbed my suitcase from the backseat and headed inside. I turned back to offer a quick wave as Evan pulled out of the driveway and that was it. My weekend of wild fun was over, though I suspected Jason would be eager to have some fun the moment I walked into the house.</p>