Anna & Jason & Her Wedding Hookup

I adjust my tie in the mirror and decide I’m ready to go. A check of my watch lets me know I’m running late, but it doesn’t matter. I am only Anna’s plus one for the wedding, and since she’s in the bridal party I don’t know how much time I’ll be spending with her tonight anyway. She’ll be taking pictures and having at least one dance without me. The tough part is that Anna has to sit up at the head table with her groomsman counterpart. She was very apologetic about that, but her friend Dora insisted that only the bridal party sit together up there. Dora is a nice enough girl, but she’s all about appearances, and I think it’s more important to her that everything in the wedding look perfect than her bridal party actually enjoys themselves. At least I’ll get to enjoy Anna in her bridesmaid dress.
Anna modeled the dress for me after she picked it up because she was unsure if the dress was right for her. I assured her the blush-colored satin dress looked beautiful on her. But that was a couple of months ago, and she was a very different woman back then. That was before our late-night tryst at the playground, before she snuck into the shower with me at the gym, and before we fucked in the backseat of her car with a stranger watching us. It was that last thing that seemed tip definitively tip Anna into new territory. Being watched like that flipped a switch in my girlfriend and I don’t know if there’s any going back. I hope not. We’ve fucked in our cars three times since then — I swear just getting in the car now gets her horny — but no one has caught us again. I get the distinct idea Anna is disappointed by that, but she demurs when I ask. I do know she won’t have any problem wearing a dress that shows a little skin at the wedding. The bridesmaid dress isn’t too sexy by any normal standards — no bride wants to be upstaged by her bridesmaids — but it’s definitively flashy by Anna’s usual standards.
Having seen Anna model the dress barefoot with her hair down did not prepare me for how incredible she looks at the wedding. I seek her out at the church when I arrive, but she’s in the back doing whatever bridesmaids do before the wedding. I suspect it’s sipping champagne and being pampered. Anna is not a huge drinker, which means she gets tipsy easily, and she’s fun when she’s drunk. The first chance I get to see her in that dress is when she comes down the aisle ahead of the bride. Anna catches my eye and smiles. All eyes are on her and she knows she looks great. I don’t think she could have radiated that confidence a few months ago.
The dress perfectly drapes her tight, petite body. It hangs from spaghetti straps and shows just a hint of cleavage. I can’t wait to see whatever piece of lingerie is pushing up her tits, but that will have to wait until later. A high slit almost reaches her hip and I get a flash of her toned legs when she walks by me. Her shiny chestnut hair is piled high, and her makeup is perfect. Anna prefers the natural look, so I’ve never seen her with such dramatic makeup. Her hazel eyes pop. Her smile is sultry. I’ve seen Anna naked, and it always takes my breath away but watching her all done up, at the front of the church, gives me a new appreciation for my girlfriend. I shift in the pew as I get hard and whisper an apology to the Lord. All of the bridesmaids are pretty, but none of them hold a candle to Anna. I even feel sorry for Dora. Dora is sexy — with a giant rack I suspect will be on full display in her gown — but I bet I won’t be the only guy in that room focused on Anna.
Dora does look incredible coming down the aisle. I have to give it to her. Her ivory gown isn’t over-the-top, but damn she wears the hell out of it. The gown looks perfectly engineered to show off her insane curves. The deep V in the middle is a marvel, giving the illusion you’re seeing nearly everything while maintaining a hint of modesty. Dora is stunning, but my attention keeps going back to Anna during the ceremony.
There’s a two-hour gap between the ceremony and the reception and I must find a way to kill time. Anna is tied up with the bridal party, taking pictures and chilling before they make their big entrance. I’m an introvert, so being thrust into a room full of people I don’t know is not exactly my idea of a good time, but I’ll cope.
The reception is at one of those Gilded Age robber baron mansions that’s been converted to event space. A bar is set up on a wide, ornate patio outside of the ballroom where the reception will be held, and I order my standard Captain-and-ginger-ale. I see the wedding party in the distance being escorted out to the gardens in golf carts for their photos. It looks like Anna is hanging onto her groomsman to keep from tumbling out of the crowded vehicle and it strikes me — not for the first time — what an attractive couple they make. Seeing them together makes me feel like a third wheel.
Anna looked natural on his arm as they walked down the aisle together. He’s a tall, dark, and handsome stereotype, with perfectly gelled thick, black hair and the kind of immaculate stubble that can only be intentionally cultivated. If it was just a little longer it would be an actual beard. I’m shocked Dora didn’t make him go clean-shaven for her wedding, but this guy looks so damned good with it she probably realized it would only make her wedding photos look better. His tux looks like it’s hand-tailored and not a rental. The guy looks like he’s just stepped off the cover of one of those streamy billionaire bad boy romances. And Anna looks like the shy, but sexy, new assistant he’s just hired so he can seduce her. She just comes up to his shoulder and it looks like the big, strong guy could toss her around in bed like a plaything. I suspect Anna would love that.
Here’s my dirty little secret. I get just as turned on as Anna when I tease her about someone watching and wanting her. And it’s not because I’m an exhibitionist like her. I actually thought my erection might flag when that attendant walked in on us in the gym locker room. I don’t really want to be watched having sex. But I want Anna to be watched. I want to watch Anna. Not only am I attracted to her in all the normal ways, but I also get off on having a hot girlfriend. I know how shallow that sounds, and it’s not the only reason I’m with her. Anna is smart and funny and principled. She cares about the world. But yeah, it’s great having a girl on your arm that other guys want to fuck. It’s why I’m always pushing her boundaries and getting her to dress sexier. I feel like I’m the lucky guy who gets to see Anna blossom. But it goes even deeper — and darker.
Teasing Anna about our voyeur in the parking lot coming over and having a turn with her wasn’t just to make her come. Thinking of seeing some stud plow Anna electrified me to the core. I pictured our unseen voyeur as some well-hung stud who’d make Anna beg for it and then scream when she got it. I can’t imagine anything hotter than seeing my pretty girlfriend taken by some confident, big-cocked stranger. I know it’s weird, and I don’t know what it says about me as a man, but it’s a potent fantasy. And seeing Anna with that studly groomsman pushes all those buttons.
I meander into the ballroom when the waitstaff begins herding the guests toward their seats. I find myself at a table with other odds-and-ends guests. We’re the people that didn’t fit anywhere else on the seating chart. Joining me are some other bridal party dates, a couple of third cousins, that guy from work, and friends from college who just barely made the cut. Our table is in the back corner, and I have to crane my neck to look between people to see where Anna will be sitting when the bridal party comes out. I make small talk, but I’m just killing time until my girlfriend is available.
An eight-piece band is on a low stage beside the dance floor and its female singer is the MC for the reception. They played in the background during the cocktail hour, and they weren’t half-bad. She introduces the wedding party to much fanfare. Anna and her groomsman — I finally learn his name is Paulo — are introduced just before the maid of honor and best man. The bridal party has been strutting out like they’re on a runway and I wonder how my ordinarily shy girlfriend will handle that. She’s all smiles and works her narrow hips like a pro. All the couples have been striking a pose when they reach the center of the dance floor, and Paulo twirls Anna before dipping her. The split on her gown falls open, nearly flashing everything to the crowd. Anna just laughs, and I can see she’s had at least a couple of glasses of champagne in the back with the bridal party. Paulo’s hands are all over Anna, and I imagine they have been all day. The handsome devil escorts her to the head table and I feel very much left behind. I couldn’t even catch her eye.
Anna finally makes her way down to me after dinner has been served. She’s apologetic and puts on a good show worrying that I’m not bored, but I can see she’s had at least another drink and she’s having way too good of a time to be worried about me out there in steerage. I ask if she wants to grab a drink on the patio and I swear she only reluctantly agrees. She wants to get back to her friends — and Paulo.
“I can see you’re having fun,” I say. We’re on the patio by the heavy stone railing. Anna sips from a fresh glass of wine.
“I know I was nervous about all this, but I have been having fun.”
“I’m starting to think your social anxiety is cured.”
“I wouldn’t go that far, but I am learning to relax and have fun in new situations. The bridal party is a good group. How are you doing? I’m sorry I haven’t been able to spend much time with you.”
I shrug. “It’s okay. I’ve been spending time people watching, and I’ve had a few conversations. I’ve got to admit, though, I’ve spent most of the time with my eyes on you. You’re pretty distracting, Anna.”
“I don’t know. I don’t think anyone paid attention to us bridesmaids with the way Dora looks in that dress. I can’t believe she wore that!”
“First of all, you know Dora loves to show off her tits. It’s her thing. Second of all, plenty of guys are noticing you. You look damn hot, Anna. And when that guy dipped you, we nearly saw everything you had.”
“No, you didn’t! We were just having fun. Paulo’s a good guy.”
“I’m sure he is. And I’d bet he’d like to have a lot more fun with you,” I say, smirking.
“Shut up. It’s not like that at all. I’m sure he could have his pick of the single girls at the wedding.”
“So, you think he’s hot?”
Anna blushes. “I didn’t say that.”
“You said he could have his pick of the ladies here. I bet that includes you.”
“Stop it! I said single ladies. I’m not single, am I?”
That’s the funny thing about Anna and me. We’ve never quite defined what we are. I know I’m not seeing anyone else, and she hasn’t told me that she is either, but we’ve never made our exclusivity official. All I know is that Anna’s said he doesn’t see herself dating more than one guy at a time. When I think about what she might do with Paulo, dating isn’t the word that comes to mind.
“Technically, no. But I doubt that would slow down Paulo. His hands have been all over you. And he’s giving you fuck me eyes.”
Anna steps back and glares at me, annoyed. “Are you jealous?
“Not jealous. Not even annoyed. I’m just telling you what I see.”
“It sounds like you’re jealous, or you think I’m doing something to encourage him.”
I smile, hoping to defuse her. I’m not trying to make her angry. I’m not sure what I’m trying to do. “You don’t have to do anything looking like that, Anna. And I think you know it. Besides, you know I like it when guys are into you.”
“Okay,” she replies, sounding unconvinced. “You do like it, don’t you? I’m glad you’re not jealous, but you’re like the opposite. I don’t know if I understand it.”
That makes two of us, I think. I shrug. “Nothing to understand. I’m just proud of how beautiful you are, and that you chose me. I think that’s understandable.” I move closer, brush a strand of hair from her face, and kiss her. “And seeing you blossom sexually has been incredible, Anna. Part of that, I think, is you realizing how sexy you are, and seeing you trying all these new things that turn you on. You love the attention as much as I love seeing you get it.”
Anna giggles nervously, blushes deeper red, and smiles shyly. She kisses me and plays with my tie. “That makes me sound shallow.”
“I don’t think so. It makes you sexy and fun. I love your crazier, kinkier side. That time in the car, with that guy watching…”
“I remember,” she whispers. It’s almost a moan. Anna slips her tongue into my mouth, and I pull her against me. My heart beats faster. I know she’s tipsy because it is not like Anna to initiate public displays of affection. At least, it wasn’t like the old Anna.
“I think you really wanted that guy to come over,” I tease. We kiss again.
“Maybe…I did…I don’t know…that’s insane…” Anna’s voice is low, breathy. She’s aroused. Is it just this, or has her evening with Paulo given her a head start?
“It might be, but I like it, Anna.”
“Why do you do this to me?” she whispers.
“It turns me on as much as it does you. I think it’s hot.”
“You do?” She sounds surprised but interested. “You’d let him…someone…join us?”
We kiss and I bet Anna feels my hard-on pressed into her tummy. Her arms are around me and we’re making out like no one is there. Our little area of the huge patio was empty when we came out, but I have to guess that if anyone sees us, they’re thinking, Get a room! I’m glad Anna is so into our kiss because it gives me a moment to think before I speak again.
“I would. It would be so hot, Anna. So hot to see you like that, to watch you,” I babble.
“You’d watch me…with someone…”
I can see Anna is torn. She doesn’t understand it at all. Such a thing would never occur to a good girl like her. I’m sure the only thing she thought about sex and making love before she met me was that it’s something two people do alone in a darkened room. She’s discovered that she likes being sexy and the attention it brings, but I doubt that’s really pushed that further in her mind to the places I’ve gone. Admitting any of this is a calculated risk, but I’m horny and I’ve had a few drinks, and I’m feeling reckless. It seems like Anna is drunk and horny enough to be as reckless as I am.
“I would,” I confess.
“Oh god…” she says, speaking between kisses. “That would be…so…wrong…”
“But it turns you on, doesn’t it?”
Anna looks away before she admits, “Yes.”
“You’d love to be able to play, wouldn’t you, Anna?”
“You get into my brain and make me crazy, Jason. You give me all these crazy thoughts.”
“It’s not my fault you have a dirty mind too. Those other guys were just too uptight to explore it with you. They were fools. But I saw it in you, Anna.”
“You are such a bad influence. Let’s sneak off somewhere, Jason.”
Anna looks like she’d fuck me in the first empty room we come across, and it’s tempting. God, is it tempting. But I have another twisted idea. “Why don’t you go back and flirt with Paulo?”
“What? I don’t know how to flirt.”
“He’s been flirting with you, hasn’t he?”
“Yeah. He’s been turning on the charm,” she finally admits. Funny how she tried to convince me I was being paranoid before.
“All you have to do is be you, Anna. And do whatever comes naturally.”
“Jason, do you mean… I don’t think I could. You’re really okay with that?”
I kiss her deeply and pour my soul into it to convince her I’m serious. “I want you to have fun, Anna.”
“I’m not going to have sex with him,” she quickly replies. Anna looks stunned, like she can’t believe we’re having this conversation. I’m not sure I believe it either. “I can’t just have sex with someone I barely know.”
“Just have fun, Anna. Do whatever you like. Just know I’ll be here, cheering you on.”
“You’re crazy, Jason. This is such a bad idea.”
“Is it? Let’s find out.”
Anna kisses me again and even discreetly presses a hand between us to rub my cock through my suit. I think she’s trying to convince me to take her somewhere and fuck her instead of sending her back to Paulo. It’s not because she doesn’t want it. I’m sure of that. The fire in her pretty hazel eyes is easy to read. She’s just scared. The easier thing is to just sneak off and fuck me. Having sex in some secret nook and returning to the reception would be wild enough for Anna. That would scratch her itch. But my twisted brain is passed that. I’m hunting bigger game.
I go back to my table of odds and ends guests, while Anna returns to the bridal party and Paulo. The first bit of time is frustrating because I can’t see much of the head table while dinner is being served. When I do twist to see them through the crowd, Anna looks to be hanging on his every word. Paulo must be as funny as Jimmy Pardo going by the way she laughs at his every utterance. I refuse to believe a guy that attractive is that funny. Speeches and the first dances by the bridal party follow, which is when things become interesting.
Dora and her new husband begin dancing alone before the other members of the bridal party fold in and join them. Paulo leads Anna onto the dance floor by the hand and pulls her into his arms. She looks perfect pressed against him. They’re a natural couple. Anna gazes up at him with unabashed hunger. I don’t know if anyone besides the bridal party knows Anna has an actual date for the wedding and anyone watching her moving with Paulo must assume they’re together. I start to believe it and I know better. Watching them dance, I’m sure that if Paulo spontaneously leaned down and kissed her, Anna would go for it.
The reception moves into the party phase, with everyone so inclined hitting the dance floor or the bar and catching up with people as they move around the room. Anna doesn’t return to me. She’s content to stay with Paulo. I move around the ballroom, lurking and watching them. At various points, Paulo has his arm around her chair, or on the small of her back as he guides her through the room to talk to his friends. Anna touches his arm and his chest as she talks to him. Paulo leans close and whispers something that turns Anna bright crimson. He also looks down the front of her dress at her perky tits every chance he gets. Anna must know. I swear she’s encouraging it, leaning into him at every opportunity.
I begin having second thoughts. Anna is probably right, and this is a terrible idea. What guy in their right mind would turn their girlfriend over to a stud like Paulo? I already know Anna is too hot for me. It’s insanity to push her into a hotter guy’s arms. It’s like I’m trying to prove something to myself, but I can’t say what that is. Is it that I want to prove she’s really into me by tempting her with a prime cut of man meat? Or am I pushing her at Paulo because I’m afraid she’ll leave at some point anyway and I’m trying to make it a self-fulfilling prophecy? I’m on the verge of going over and telling Anna I want to call the whole thing off when I see her slip out the side with Paulo. I wait a few minutes and my heart is in my throat when I follow.
The door they went through leads back into the larger mansion. I nod to the waitstaff and other workers I pass back there. They all look like they’re wondering what I’m doing there. Beyond the kitchen and some storage space, it looks like this area is dedicated to offices. Anna and Paulo could have slipped into one of those, but I doubt she would be that audacious. I pause by several doors to listen anyway, which is silly. They wouldn’t be so loud that I’d hear them through a heavy door — at least not that quickly.
I creep up a rear staircase and find myself in a carpeted hallway with several rooms off it. Some of those doors are open and I can see they’re either used for storage or as dressing rooms for events. I see evidence that members of the bridal party changed in some of these rooms. I pause by the closed doors to listen again. I want to ease them open, but I’m too afraid I’ll be caught. I get to the closed door at the end of the hallway and bingo, I hear sounds from inside. The low murmur of voices and a laugh that can only belong to Anna.
Listening at the door is more frustrating than sexy. I hear the hum of speech, but it’s impossible to make out what they’re saying. I think I hear kissing sounds, but I don’t know if that’s my brain just trying to fill in the blanks. It’s easy to imagine Anna in there kissing Paulo, his hands all over her, trying to pull off her dress. This isn’t how I thought it would be. I thought I’d be watching. Waiting outside the door isn’t enough. I turn to go and notice the door to my right that’s ajar leads to a bathroom. I hopefully check it out.
I silently fist-pump when I see the bathroom has another door leading to the bridal suite and that door is ajar too. The bathroom is shrouded in darkness, and they shouldn’t detect me if I’m quiet and careful. But what can I see?
Kneeling on the floor, I crane my neck and peer through the narrow gap into the bridal suite. It’s a huge room with several couches covered in clothing and bags, a couple of vanities strewn with makeup, and a day bed over by the window. I can’t see a large swath of the room, but luckily, they’re over beside the day bed. Anna is in Paulo’s arms and they’re kissing. He has one hand on her perfect ass and the other cradles her head. Her hands are pressed to his chest like she could push him away at any moment. They whisper to each other between kisses, but I still can’t understand most of what they’re saying.
Anna smiles, but I swear I hear her whispering no…I don’t know…can’t believe I’m doing this… It sounds like Anna when she really wants to do something but is afraid it’s improper. Fortunately for all of us, Paulo is cool and persuasive, telling her, “We can stop if you want, but I don’t think you want to, Anna.” I’m surprised he doesn’t have an accent. I guess it’s his name. Anna doesn’t want to stop, and that upsets me as much as it thrills me.
They resume kissing after that, and they don’t stop this time. Anna throws herself into their kiss. I can tell she’s sucking on his tongue like it’s life-giving. His hand tightens on her ass, and she sighs into their kiss. She doesn’t look like she wants to push Paulo away now. Her hands are under his jacket and feeling his chest through his shirt. He looks like he’s ripped under there and it makes me insecure. I probably shouldn’t be pushing Anna at a hard-bodied stud. He tries to run his hands through her shiny chestnut hair, but she swats his hands away. Her hair is in a beautiful, intricate updo and Anna doesn’t want him ruining it. Anna doesn’t want to go back downstairs looking like she fucked a groomsman. The thought is a dagger in my gut. Anna might really fuck this guy.
A zipper runs down the low back of her dress, but Paulo doesn’t need to unzip it to remove the gown. He just pulls the spaghetti straps from her shoulders, tugs at them, and the satin dress floats to the floor like the curtain at an unveiling. And what an unveiling it is. Anna’s tight body is rocking. She has the kind of abs that beg for a belly piercing, but a good girl like Anna would never do that. I’ve been excited all day to see the lingerie Anna wore under her dress. I never thought I’d be seeing it like this.
Her lingerie is all black and I’m surprised it didn’t show through the blush-colored satin. The bustier is all ribbed lace, pushing her tits up alluringly, with the lace offering tantalizing teases of the delicious pale flesh beneath. A scrap of black lace passes for her thong. I know Anna hates them, but the dress would definitely show a panty line. Paulo steps back and holds her at arm’s length for a moment just to take her in. I don’t blame him. Anna just drips sex standing there in her lingerie and heels. I watch and think all that is supposed to be mine, but she’s going to be Paulo’s. I’m fucking idiot. So why am I rock hard?
I’m surprised Anna doesn’t try to cover herself. The Anna I met months ago would. She’d grab her dress off the floor and knock me over fleeing into the bathroom. This Anna shyly avoids his eyes, bites her lip, and then smiles. It’s coquettish and sexy as hell. If Paulo doesn’t fuck this girl he’s a fool.
Paulo touches her tentatively like she’s so perfect he doesn’t know where to begin. He tries to grope her tits, but they’re well protected by that bustier. I don’t know if Anna can even feel his hands through those reinforced cups. He palms her cheek and draws her into a kiss while his other hand drops below. Anna starts when he rubs her mound through her thong. She adjusts her stance in those heels to part her thighs and sags toward him. Paulo slips the thong out of his way and Anna trembles when his fingers push inside her. Her knees quake so hard I don’t know how she’s able to stand. One thing about my girlfriend, she goes from zero to sixty quickly. She loves to be teased, but when she’s ready to fuck, she’s ready. That’s what makes the teasing so fun. I love hearing her desperation when she begs for it.
Anna evens things up by opening the front of his tuxedo pants and pushing her hand inside. I bet she likes what she finds. She appears to be gripping and stroking him. I can’t believe these two are still upright. I’d have Anna on her back on that day bed if it was me. Paulo kisses and nibbles her neck and whispers something. Anna shakes her head. He’s insistent. I swear I hear the word fuck. Anna shakes her head again. I have to give her credit. Faced with intense temptation she’s remembering her morals. Of course, I want to see her abandon them, but she’s strong. Watching her struggle is the hottest thing ever. Paulo fingers her faster and Anna’s hanging on him, gripping his cock like she needs it for support. Her forehead rests on his shoulder and she’s panting and moaning. Paulo keeps whispering temptation. He’s the devil on her shoulder. Through her moans, I hear him say fuck again and dick and want. I imagine him whispering, C’mon Anna. I know you want my dick. You want it. Let’s fuck and I’ll make you come so hard, baby.
I hear the wet sounds of his fingers churning in her. Anna is trying to be quiet but can’t keep her moans from growing in volume. Her hips move with his fingers. She’s close. I don’t know if Paulo wants to make her come with his fingers. He just wants to tempt her to fuck. But I think being the bad girl is working on Anna’s brain. She can’t hold her orgasm back.
“Ahh…ahh…oh god…ahh…” Anna cries out and nearly doubles over as she comes. She lets go of Paulo’s cock and holds onto his shoulders to keep from melting to the floor.
Seeing Anna come at the hands of another man is a marvel. I’m hard as steel and my balls are aching. I rub myself through my suit pants, but I don’t whip it out. I think the fear of discovery stops me. Being caught watching would be bad enough, but if my dick was out, I think I’d get arrested. And maybe part of me wants to save it for Anna, hoping I’ll get my hands on her tonight — or ever again. She’s obviously going to leave him wanting more and there’s no way he won’t pursue Anna. I feel like I’m going to throw up, even as my dick throbs. I remind myself I wanted this torture.
Paulo pushes Anna to sit on the day bed. She looks up at him with lust-hooded eyes. That orgasm wasn’t enough. I see she’s tempted. When Paulo pulls out his cock, I see why. The guy is hung. There’s no other way to say it. His thick root is right in my girlfriend’s face, and she reaches for it. Anna doesn’t look up at him anymore. She only has eyes for that cock. Now I’m sure Anna is going to fuck him. Why wouldn’t she? I’m not small — about average — but I don’t compare to Paulo’s monster. Anna has to want to feel that inside her. I mean, fuck, I want to hear the noises she makes when he jams it into her pussy. But I get an even better show.
Paulo urges his hips forward. He stabs at Anna, and it takes her a moment to react. His tip brushes her lips, smearing them with his excitement. I think she opens her mouth to avoid getting fully slapped in the face by that dick. But once the big, flared head is between her pretty red lips, Anna starts sucking.
“Aww…fuck…yeah…” Paulo groans, cradling the back of her head as he feeds Anna more of his cock.
My view of Anna sucking cock isn’t the greatest, but it’s enough. I see her head moving and her coming closer to Paulo even time, which means she’s taking more and more of him. That thing’s got to be pushing to the back of her throat. Anna should be choking, but she’s only sucking him harder. She has one hand up, stroking him as she works her magic. The wet sounds of her sucking fill the room as she really gets into it.
It’s an incredible show. My body buzzes with excitement, but my brain is screaming. Watching another man use Anna’s pretty mouth is an incredible show, but I feel so stupid for letting it happen. I have to take my hand from my dick, or I’ll surely make a mess in my pants. It’s only then that it occurs to me I should be recording this. I fumble my phone out of my pocket and hit record. The video will probably be awful because my hands shake so badly, but at least I’ll have this to remember the moment — not that I’ll need it. The image of Anna sucking that big cock is burned into my brain forever.
I experience one of those weird moments where time seems to stop, but it’s all over much too quickly. I want to see Anna performing forever, but Paulo can’t hold out in her hot mouth. He pumps into her mouth rapidly before freezing and pulling back.
“Ahh…Anna…fuck…” he groans. I think he’s his way of warning her.
Paulo pulls back. A gentleman doesn’t force a girl to swallow, but Anna is nothing if not practical. She’s not going back to the reception with cum in her hair, on her face, or staining her dress. Besides, I know she doesn’t mind swallowing. I think she even likes it. Anna pulls him into the back of her throat, sucking hard, and Paulo empties his balls down her throat. It must be a big load because she coughs hard, but my good girl swallows it all. She slowly pulls back on his drained cock and smacks her lips when she lets the head go. Anna laughs and wipes her lips on the back of her hand.
Anna is gracious when Paulo thanks her and says they have to do this again sometime when they don’t have to rush. She smiles and nods, but I see she wants him out of there. I don’t know if she’s embarrassed or ashamed, or just wants to be left alone for a moment. She says she’ll follow him downstairs when she’s dressed and has fixed her makeup. I stay in the bathroom, watching her dress. She struggles with reaching back for her zipper, but she’s very flexible and gets it. She’s headed for the very bathroom where I’m hiding when I burst from the doorway.
“Jason! How long have you been there?”
“You’re amazing, Anna,” I rave, sweeping her into my arms and practically carrying her toward a vanity.
We kiss frantically. I taste Paulo in her mouth, but I don’t care. If Anna’s angry I snuck up to watch her, she doesn’t show it. Instead, she’s pulling at my belt. I spin her around and bend her over. She grasps the sides of the vanity, staring at us in the big mirror. I don’t undress her as Paulo did, but just hike up her dress and pull her thong to the side. Anna’s so soaked she squishes when I shove it into her, and I moan, almost coming immediately.
“Oh my god…” she moans, hanging her head and shoving back against me.
I don’t waste time. I grab her narrow waist and ram it into her as hard as I can, my balls slapping her tight thighs. I’m looking at her incredible body in front of me, but all I’m seeing is her sucking Paulo’s cock.
“You loved his cock…you wanted it, Anna…”
“Ahh…can’t believe I did that…”
“You loved his cock…didn’t you…”
“You loved watching me…dirty boy…”
“Yes…” I hiss. I’m slamming her so hard makeup is shaking off the vanity and clattering to the floor. “You were so slutty…I loved it, Anna…”
“God, Jason…yes…”
Anna’s staring at us in the mirror, her eyes wild. Is she pretending it’s Paulo fucking her from behind? I watch her tits bounce in the dress as her body moves, another sexy detail to commit to memory. I should be recording this too, but both hands are on Anna.
“So hot…so perfect, Anna…you swallowed it all…”
“Ahh god…” Anna screeches.
Thank god the reception downstairs is so loud. And thank god Anna is as horny as I am because I couldn’t hold out another second. Her pussy tightens and pulses around me as she trembles in orgasm. I shank my cock deep inside her, blasting my seed and giving Anna her second load of the night. I come so hard I think I might pass out. She sags down in front of me, and my dick slips out of her. That smooth satin dress slips down, hiding her from me. I pull up my pants and drop into a chair, overwhelmed by the enormity of the evening. Anna straightens and reaches into her dress to fix her thong.
I stare at Anna and she’s glowing. Slutty behavior suits her. She may wrestle with the morality later, but she is enjoying spreading her slutty wings. She smiles tentatively like she’s afraid to show she’s just enjoyed herself.
“You really watched us the whole time? And you’re okay with that?” she asks.
“It was honestly the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, Anna. It felt weird, but I wouldn’t take it back. How do you feel?”
Her smile slowly spreads. “I feel alive. I can’t believe I did all that, but it was such a rush. Ohmygod!”
“Ever have two guys come inside you a few minutes apart?” I tease.
Anna laughs. “I’ve never had two guys closer than three months apart before. I can’t believe I did that!”
“I love seeing you come out of your shell, Anna. You’re amazing. I can’t wait to see what you do next.”
“You really are evil, Jason. God knows what you’ll have me doing next.”
“Anything you want, Anna. I’m just the guy who’s lucky enough to be along for the ride.”
