This entire mess started about six months ago, before we got married. I had no idea that Jacqui and I had any problems in our relationship. We’d been together for almost five years and we were happy, or so I thought. I was so convinced that we were perfect for each other that a year before this, I’d proposed in a fancy restaurant on a beautiful, warm summer night. She’d said, ‘Yes!’ and leapt into my arms as soon as I rose from the knee I’d bent down on.
We’d planned everything well in advance and it had all gone perfectly to plan, but then, with just two days to go before our wedding, she dropped a bombshell on me.
“I’m so sorry,” she said, the moment I walked through the door from work. I worked in the hospital as a male nurse, so I sometimes worked long hours. Tonight had been my final work day before the wedding. I’d taken a two-week break starting tomorrow, so we could make any last minute preparations and then head straight to Hawaii for our honeymoon the day after the ceremony.
“Sorry for what?” I asked, immediately concerned when I saw Jacqui’s face. She’d been crying. Streaks of mascara made jagged lines down her cheeks and her blonde hair looked unkempt - something very unusual for her. She was one of those girls who always liked to look perfect. She’d never leave the house without her makeup or hair being in place.
“The photo shoot,” she said, covering her face with her hands. She was standing in the corner of the kitchen, slumped against the counter and her body shuddered as she sobbed .
“What the hell?” I said, confused. I walked over but she held out a hand to stop me getting any closer. “What’s wrong? What’s happened?”
“I’m really sorry,” she whimpered. “I… I… fucked up.”
“Start from the beginning,” I said, trying to calm her down. This wasn’t like Jacqui at all. She was always so composed. “Did something happen at the photo shoot?”
We’d arranged for her to have a private boudoir shoot done today. She really wanted to have some sexy photos done in her wedding dress and bridal lingerie - something for us to keep and look back on when we were older. My close friend, Liu, worked as a stylist at a local studio and recommended the owner, a guy called Eddie, to do both our wedding album photography and the private shoot. Eddie had seemed a straight-up guy. He’d even done us a deal on the price because we were friends with Liu. What could possibly have gone wrong?
“Katey couldn’t make it to the shoot,” Jacqui said, rubbing the tears from her cheeks and trying to pull herself together. Katey was Jacqui’s best friend. “Her mom’s in hospital. She was really apologetic and asked if we could change it to tomorrow or something but I told her it’d be fine.”
“So you cancelled?” I asked, my heart sinking a little bit for her.
“No,” Jacqui shook her head, her long blonde curls falling from her shoulder. “I asked Emily if she wanted to go with me, then Tina, but no one could make it. So I went on my own.”
Tina was another friend, Emily was Jacqui’s older sister. “Okay,” I said, wondering where this was leading. “And what happened? Didn’t it go well?”
“I…” Jacqui started, then stopped, staring at me with a strange expression on her face. Was it… guilt?
“You… what?” I prompted her to carry on.
“Oh, Karl,” she said, breaking down into tears once more. “I sucked his cock. I’m so sorry.”
She… what?
Had my ears heard that properly?
“You…” I took a deep breath before repeating what she’d just said. “You sucked his cock? Whose cock? What are you talking about?”
“The photographer, Eddie,” she said in a tiny voice. “I gave him a blowjob.”
“Wait,” I took a step back which brought a look of dismay on Jacqui’s already sad face. “I don’t understand what you’re saying.”
“I’ve cheated on you. Two days before our wedding. I’m sorry, Karl. Please, I’m trying to do the right thing by telling you. I feel terrible and-”
“Right,” I interrupted her, unable to get my head around whatever was going on here. “You went for a photo shoot, and you ended up giving the photographer a blowjob? That’s what you’re telling me. Seriously?”
“Please don’t be angry with him,” Jacqui took a tentative step towards me but I moved further back, anger coursing through my veins. “It’s not his fault.”
“How can it not be his fault?” I threw my hands into the air. “It’s a pre-wedding boudoir shoot. He’s doing the wedding photography on Saturday. He knows you’re engaged. What are you trying to say? That you seduced him?”
“It’s a long story,” Jacqui said, shouting over the top of me. I hadn’t even realised I’d raised my voice. “Let me explain.”
I walked away into the living room and slumped onto the sofa. She followed me, sitting in the chair opposite. I looked up at her, shaking my head in disbelief. “Fine. Explain, though I don’t see what difference it makes.”
“What do you mean?”
“I thought you’d changed,” I said, feeling suddenly flat and deflated. “I thought you loved me.”
Jacqui stared at me, hurt plainly visible on her face. I wanted to take back what I’d just said but it was too late now. “I have changed,” she said, after a moment. “And I do love you.”
Before we’d met, Jacqui had been with quite a lot of men. She didn’t tell me at first, out of fear that I might not like her, but eventually she confessed to being something of a slut prior to meeting me. She never told me her ‘number’ and I never pressed her for it, because I’d only been with two women before her; something I felt embarrassed about.
She admitted to having numerous one-night-stands, of which she wasn’t proud, but the simple fact was that she liked sex and she’d always been careful to use birth control. She enjoyed the attention as well as the physical side but all of that had changed when she met me. She’d found love. And it had changed her; that was what she’d said.
“You always loved giving guys blowjobs,” I reminded her of one of the details she’d shared a long time ago. “You told me that. So is that what happened today? You just slid back into your bad old ways because some cool guy behind a camera made you feel good? Or was it that you got horny showing your body off in your bridal lingerie and you just couldn’t help yourself?”
“He gave me Champagne-” she started but I cut her off.
“Oh! You were drunk,” I laughed bitterly. “That’s the excuse, is it?”
“I wasn’t drunk,” Jacqui folded her arms across her breasts. She was wearing a long t-shirt and jeans. “But I’d had a few glasses and it loosened me up, I guess you could say. Yes, I was in my bridal lingerie and yes, Eddie made me feel good. Liu wasn’t there. He’d gone home and the other assistant had left us alone and… well, it just happened.”
“How the hell does a blowjob ‘just happen’?” I shook my head. “I thought you were trying to explain but you’re not doing a very good job of it.”
“He suggested I take the lingerie off,” Jacqui sighed. “Bit by bit. He said I didn’t have to, but it’d be really sexy and make for an amazing shoot. He said you’d love it, which I agreed with, because you would, wouldn’t you? You always say I’ve got an amazing body and I’ve worked so hard to get into shape for the wedding.”
Jacqui had worked hard. She’d been going to the gym three times a week and had shed over ten pounds to get into incredible shape. Her breasts were still a firm handful but now her stomach was flat and her ass was taut. Her thighs were curvy like before but now they were shapely with it. She looked incredible and I felt a pang of envy that Eddie had seen her in her special lingerie before me.
“I suppose some nude photos would have been fun to look at,” I admitted. “But you could have - you should have - asked me first.”
“I thought it’d be a nice surprise,” Jacqui said, biting her lip and seemingly taking my change in tone as a sign of my anger dissipating. “So, I ended up naked - well, I just had my stockings on and…”
“…And?” I prompted her to continue when she fell silent.
“You’re right,” she said, holding back a sob. “I got horny. He’s the first man other than you to see me naked in over five years. He’s good-looking and charming and yes, I got excited. The Champagne went to my head and when I saw that he’d got an erection - it was sticking down his leg in his sweatpants - I asked him if was enjoying this, and if he liked my body.”
I closed my eyes, feeling a pain in my stomach that I’d never felt before as she continued.
“He came nearer, to take some close-up pictures and I couldn’t take my eyes off his bulge,” Jacqui said in a voice so quiet it was barely audible. “Then I touched it. I don’t know why. It was like my hand had a life of its own. He asked me if I wanted to touch it again and…”
“Enough,” I said, standing up and walking away back into the kitchen. I got a beer out of the fridge, popped the lid and took a deep pull.
“Karl,” Jacqui said softly, following me into the kitchen.
“I’ve heard enough,” I said firmly. “I can guess the rest. He got his cock out and you sucked him off. You probably swallowed his cum, then felt guilty and came home. Right?”
“Something like that,” Jacqui replied.
I couldn’t even turn around to face her. How could she do this to me? Two days before our wedding.
“I’m trying to make it right, Karl. I could have kept it a secret, but I’m telling you,” she said softly. “I’m telling you because once I got home I realised what a stupid mistake I’d made.”
“You’re right about that,” I said, taking another long drink from the beer bottle. “Are you expecting me to forgive you?”
“I love you.” I felt her hand on my shoulder. “I’ve been feeling nervous for a while. Getting married is a huge thing, Karl. It’s a big commitment. I think that just made me have a moment of madness today. Please, listen to me. I won’t ever do anything like this again, I swear.”
“I don’t know,” I replied, shaking my head. She was right to tell me and that must have taken some courage, but still - she’d sucked another guy’s cock. How could I live with that?
“At least I did it now,” Jacqui said, her hand pulling at my shoulder, turning me around to face her. “Perhaps it’s better I got this out of my system now, rather than when we’re married, five or ten years down the road. When we’ve got kids. Please, Karl, forgive me. It was just a stupid mistake.”
I looked into her light-green eyes and saw honesty there. Did I want to end it - cancel the wedding - just because of a mistake?
“I’m hurt,” I sighed, moving her hand from my shoulder and I realised that my own hands were shaking.
“I know and I’m so sorry,” Jacqui said, squeezing my hands with both of hers. Then she did something unexpected. She dropped to her knees and her hands moved to my zipper. “Let me make it up to you.”
For some reason, I didn’t stop her. I let her unzip me and pull my trousers down to my knees. I let her take hold of my cock - briefly wondering if Eddie’s was bigger than mine - and I let her stroke it softly before putting it in her mouth.
I let her suck it until I was fully hard and then she rolled away onto her back, raising her backside from the floor to take her jeans and panties down.
“I want you to fuck me,” she said, spreading her legs wide. “Fuck me as hard as you want. Do whatever you want to me, Karl. I’m yours and I want you to know that.”
Jacqui’s pussy was completely shaved. She normally wore a slim strip of fine blondish hair down there, but she’d shaved or waxed it for the boudoir shoot. She spread her thighs wider and her small pink slit glistened with a hint of wetness.
I didn’t say anything. I positioned myself between her legs and shoved my modest length into her as hard as I possibly could.
“You’re mine?” I asked.
“Yours.”
“You’ll never cheat on me again?” I made her promise.
“I promise.”
Then I plunged my cock into her again - hard - and again, and again.
“Oh fuck,” she gasped before I clamped my lips over hers, silencing her and then I fucked her for all I was worth until I buried my cum deep inside her pussy.
We cleaned up afterwards and promised to talk about it another day but for now, we had a wedding to look forward to and make final preparations for. We had to pack our suitcases to fly to Hawaii and more. There was much to do.
We did need to talk about this, but not today. For now - for this moment - we’d pretend it hadn’t happened. Then we’d get married and work it all out later.