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Wedding Fiasco
by John Jabbin (jjabbin@yahoo.com)

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A sexual encounter from both the male and female 
perspective. (MF, nc, rp, alcohol, drugged)

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Author Note: If you're a minor, don't read this. If it's 
illegal in your country to be in possession of stories 
about sex, please destroy all copies of this work. 
Practice safe sex reading please.

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I can't believe I let this happen! How could I have been 
so naive, so trusting? How is it that just one simple 
decision could have made my life such a nightmare? God, 
I feel so used, so ashamed!

It started out as a normal weekend like any other, 
except that Andy, my new husband, was out of town on 
business for the first time since we had been married. 
It was the same weekend that Leslie from work was 
getting married and I remember thinking how sad it would 
be that Andy didn't get to come to the first wedding I 
had attended since our own. In the church, I cried 
thinking about my wedding and how wonderful it had been 
-- and what a wonderful husband Andy had turned out to 
be.

Then I went to the reception and enjoyed myself too 
much. What was I to do for the rest of the day? Andy was 
gone and I really didn't want to go back to the house by 
myself. So I stayed and danced and drank too much.

There was this guy there named Steve. He was a relative 
of Leslie, for God's sake! He seemed so nice and sweet 
at first.

He looked dashing in his blue blazer and tan pants. He 
was dressed nicely and had a good build. God help me but 
I actually thought he was handsome with his sandy hair 
and boyish charm. I remember thinking that all the other 
women would be envious that he was spending time with 
me.

We danced together. He flirted a little. At first it 
felt nice. No one's really flirted with me for a while 
now. But I told him I was married -- happily married -- 
and he didn't seem to have a problem with that. We 
danced with other people, but we always ended up talking 
somehow. He seemed like such a nice, charming guy!

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"Sam... dude... I got to tell you about this bitch I 
rode last weekend. I'm talking about a fine piece of 
pussy here, not like the skeezers you used to hang out 
with.

"I went to another fucking wedding! Damn, my family has 
more fucking weddings. Usually I hate them, but it's 
hard to turn down free booze and there's almost always a 
cousin or two I can talk into a quick blowjob in the 
parking lot. I know the dirt on all those bitches and 
I've fucked most of them more than once.

"I was all set to settle on a hummer from cousin Rhonda 
when I saw this fresh bitch dancing and having a good 
time. Sam... dude... she was fine, man! Her name was 
Lori and she was about 5'5", with blue eyes and long 
brown hair. She had small tits, but man, she had 
gorgeous legs and a nice ass.

"And this bitch was out trolling for cock and I don't 
think she even knew it. I was suave with her, dude. I 
was playing Mr. Nice, you know, 'May I get you some more 
champagne, Lori,' and 'Would you care for another dance, 
Lori,' or 'Would you mind ever so much bending over so I 
could fuck you in the ass, Lori.'

"Oh, dude, this bitch was eating it up. I thought she 
was gonna drop on her knees right there and suck my 
cock, man. But we were cool. I waited until she was 
liquored up to make my move."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

He seemed like such a nice guy. He really did. Why 
didn't I see through it? He must have been playing me 
for a fool the whole time. Even when we walked out to my 
car together, he seemed so kind and considerate. He 
asked me if I was okay to drive home and I told him I 
was. But then I tripped a little in the parking lot and 
Steve caught me before I fell. From then on he insisted 
that he drive me home.

I know now it was a stupid thing to do. At the time, all 
I could think about was that I could do worse than 
having a nice, handsome guy see me safely home. What a 
fool I was! What an awesome, bloody fool!

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"I probably would have settled for a quick fuck in the 
back seat of her car if she had offered, man. The bitch 
had me wound up tight by that time.

"But I was thinking the whole time, I have the shit you 
had given me two weeks ago still in my pocket, man. Shit 
yea, I hadn't had a chance to use it since we pulled 
that trick on your sister. I still dream about that 
night, man. You are so lucky to have a steady ass to 
ride like that one.

"So I figure, why not put this shit to good use. I mean, 
this is some prime pussy and she was out on the prowl 
for dick while her ol' man was gone. Is she really gonna 
tell anybody that she fucked around while he was gone? 
She was a fuckin' newlywed! Like she's gonna tell anyone 
she spent an afternoon being humped by a guy she never 
met before. This wasn't a common whore, Sam. This was a 
sweet, naive little bitch that probably never had an ass 
fucking in her life, man.

"That's what made it so sweet!

"So, we're walking out to her car and I trip the bitch. 
She was so wasted she didn't even see me do it. I caught 
her before she fell and got a free feel of her ass while 
I was doing it. It was righteous man, you should have 
seen it. Then it was just a matter of nicely convincing 
her that she was in no shape to drive home.

"The bitch gave in way too easy. That's when I knew she 
was hungry for it, man! She was practically drooling on 
my cock already!"

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

I never should have invited him in. I see that now, but 
he had driven me home. He had to call a cab. It seemed 
like such an innocent thing. He asked if I had anything 
to drink. I was just going to have one drink with him as 
he waited for his cab. That was it. Just one.

He sat in the living room as I made the drinks in the 
kitchen. When I brought them in and set them down, he 
asked if I had a phone book so he could look up the 
phone number for a cab company. I was only gone for a 
minute. Even though he had been acting like a gentleman, 
it didn't feel right to be here alone with him. I wanted 
him to call a cab and be gone.

I brought back the phone book and the cordless phone. 
Steve thanked me for the drink and said it was 
delicious. I picked up mine from the coffee table and 
drank it as we talked. He was looking in the phone book 
the whole time, but he didn't seem in a hurry. He told 
me stories about Leslie from years ago. I hadn't known 
Leslie used to be so wild, but apparently there was more 
to her than I realized. Some of the stories began to get 
quite risque and I grew more and more uncomfortable with 
being alone with Steve.

He started telling this long, involved story about going 
to a mall with Leslie and a few of his male cousins. 
Leslie was wearing a short skirt and somehow they 
convinced her to take off her panties and ride up the 
escalator in front of them.

I tried to tell Steve I didn't want to hear anymore. I 
felt flush and I couldn't seem to think clearly. I tried 
to stand up. I don't know if I was reaching for the 
phone or to go lie down. I almost fell and Steve caught 
me and helped me onto the couch.

I felt woozy, like I was in a dream. I felt his hands on 
me. He was laughing at me. I didn't understand what was 
happening. I tried to make him quit. I tried to tell him 
to stop. It was like my body wasn't working right. It 
was like I was swimming through fog. A thick white fog.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"She invited me in, man, and I asked her to fix us some 
drinks. While she was playing wifey in the kitchen, I 
had a chance to look around. This Andy fella had it 
made, I tell you. He has a sweet cunt like Lori and a 
nice place. She had the house all nice and decorated. A 
regular fuckin' newlywed cottage.

"She came back with the drinks, as sweet as Donna 
fuckin' Reed, man. Her ass was movin' sweet and I 
couldn't wait to get my hands on her. She sat the drinks 
down and I asked her for a phone book. I had already 
made sure there wasn't one in the living room. While she 
was gone I slipped the roofie in her drink just like we 
did with your sister, Sam.

"When she came back and started drinking her drink, I 
thought I'd cum in my pants every time she took a sip. 
Man, this bitch was making me hard. She wanted to talk 
about Leslie, my fucking slut of a cousin. Leslie plays 
straight now that she's got a job and a new husband, but 
she was fucking us when she was thirteen. She was a wild 
bitch back then and would do anything on a dare. I don't 
know how many times Leslie's given me a quick blow or 
let me pull up her skirt for a quick feel. If this bitch 
was such good friends with Leslie, I probably didn't 
even need the roofies.

"And you know what, Sam, I'm not even sure that they 
worked on her all that much. First of all, I think she 
was hot to fuck anyway. I think probably half of her 
acting dopey was bogus. They sure hit her quicker than 
they did your sister. We were talking one minute, then 
the next she was acting loopy.

"I helped her to the sofa, putting my hands all over her 
ass as we went. This bitch had a nice ass, too. It was 
solid and firm. She fell back hard on the sofa like she 
was woozy. I took her face in my hands and looked in her 
eyes. They were all glazed over and unfocused, like when 
a bitch is so fucked up with booze or drugs that you can 
do almost anything to her. Man, that's a sweet sight, 
ain't it, Sam? Knowing you have this bitch right where 
you want her and you can do anything you want to her 
ass. Sweet!

"I was laughing my ass off, man. You should have heard 
her. She was all, 'What's happening? Please stop. Please 
stop!' Fuckin' delicious man. Every time I'd reached out 
to grab her, she'd try to slap my hands away. But it was 
like she was swimming in slow motion.

"She had on a nice dress. I pushed her back on the couch 
and ran both my hands up her skirt. Man, ain't that 
sweet, running your hands up the skirt of a classy bitch 
like that? Don't ya just want to push them all over and 
run your hands up their fuckin' skirt and take control 
of their frigid cunts. I reached up and grabbed her 
pantyhose and everything and pulled all that shit off of 
her. I fuckin' hate pantyhose. No bitch of mine is ever 
gonna wear that shit. You can't get at their cunts fast 
enough with that shit on.

"Black silky panties, man. That's what she had been 
wearing. Any bitch that wears black panties is just 
begging to be fucked. Just wear a fuckin' mattress on 
your back! They were crusty too. I took those crusty 
fuckin' panties and rubbed them under the bitch's nose, 
taunting her with her own cummy panties.

"She had me hard as a rock, I don't mind telling you. So 
I pulled her lower on the couch and spread her legs out. 
I didn't even take her dress off, man, or my pants. I 
just whipped it out of the zip. She was squirming around 
but she was fucked up. It was easy to spread her out and 
dick her hard.

"Lori was a sweet fuck, man, I'll tell you that. She was 
tight, fuck she was tight. Probably because she was dry. 
I had to work to screw this bitch the first time, but I 
was so hot for her I didn't give a shit. I knew that 
after I dumped a load in her that the second time around 
would be sweeter, eh Sam? No better cure for a dry cunt 
than a cum dump, eh bud?

"You should have heard her moaning, Sam. I've fucked 
chicks that were so fucked up that they didn't even 
move. This chick was sweeter than that. She was fucked 
up but her head was rolling around, she was moaning 
hard, and she was squirming underneath me like she was 
trying to get away but couldn't. Fucking fantastic piece 
of ass, man. I pumped that bitch so full of cum she was 
choking on it!"

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

He wouldn't stop. I couldn't get away. The fog kept 
swirling and I kept going in and out of consciousness. 
Sometimes I could see him on top of me; I could feel him 
inside of me, hurting me. I still see him in my dreams 
at night, in my nightmares.

No matter what I did I couldn't get away. I screamed 
inside. Nothing came out. I tried to scratch and hit 
him. My fists bounded off him uselessly.

Even as he raped me, all I could think about was what I 
was going to tell Andy. How was I going to explain to 
him why I had let this animal into our lives?

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"The only reason I got off of her was to pull off my 
pants and to pull up her dress higher. My dick wanted 
back in so bad I didn't even lose my boner. That first 
fuck was over too quick, if you know what I mean. Now 
that the heat was off, I just wanted to toy with her.

"I fucked her again, slower this time, but harder too. 
Have you ever tongued a bitch while she was trying to 
resist your kiss? Very nice! Then I pulled her head back 
and looked into her eyes. It was like she wasn't hardly 
there, man. It was like fucking a life-sized flesh 
puppet. Absolute control, mother-fucker. It's the first 
time I've ever felt like that with a bitch. She was 
awake and moving and moaning, but I still had absolute 
control.

"So you know I had to do it. You know what I love. I 
flipped that bitch over and fucked her in the ass good. 
I was brutal with her ass, too. There was no reason to 
hold back.

"What a sweet ass to fuck! I think she was cherry. Every 
now and then she'd squeeze down on it, but that just 
made it feel better. She couldn't really resist me. 
That's what made it nice. As I rocked her back and 
forth, I could slap her ass and reach underneath and 
really yank on her tits.

"But it was her ass I was in love with. When you have a 
bitch turned over and you're plowing into her ass, you 
own her. She may be married to this other guy, but for 
about three hours that day she was mine. I owned her 
ass. Literally. And I used the bitch up.

"After I had cum on her ass, I shoved my dick in her 
mouth. That was pretty cool. It was all slimy with my 
cum and smeared with her shit. I still shoved it in her 
mouth. I'm glad I had kissed the bitch before, 'cause I 
sure wasn't gonna kiss her after that, eh bro?

"You know what I did after that? You're not gonna 
believe this shit. I got something to eat. That's what I 
did! No shit! I raided her icebox, got a beer and some 
cold cuts, and ate as I looked at her moaning on the 
couch. The bitch never shut up.

"Actually, it was cool to listen to her, Sam. I never 
heard a bitch moan that long. As I sat there listening 
to her, I started getting hard again just listening to 
her moan. You think that's weird, Sam? Is it strange to 
just sit there and get a boner listening to her 
suffering?

"It got me going, so I fucked her again. It only seemed 
to get better. The longer I used her, the harder I did 
her, the more I enjoyed it. It's sick I know. It felt 
really whacked out at the time. A real rush. That's what 
it was, Sam. It was a rush being able to control her and 
do anything I wanted.

"She was some other man's wife, but I owned her.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Hours later I started to come out of it. The house was 
dark. I tried to get up, but at first I couldn't. I had 
to lay there in the dark, not knowing if that bastard 
was gone or not. All I knew is that I hurt.

I hurt everywhere. My head hurt, my arms too and 
everything below my waist hurt the worst. I could feel 
his semen. The bastard! I could feel that bastard all 
over me.

I think that's when I quit feeling. At some point, when 
you've felt enough, there's nothing else you can feel. I 
was numb. I just lay there, holding my stomach, wishing 
it would all go away. Wishing I didn't have to get up. 
Wishing he'd come back and kill me. I just wanted to 
die.

Somehow I got through that night and the next. When Andy 
came home, I tried to be the same, but I think he knows 
something is wrong.

It's hard, especially when he wants to make love. I know 
it's not him, but every time I feel a man touch me, I 
think it's Steve. I can't tell Andy. He'd never believe 
me if I tell him that I invited someone home after a 
wedding. Andy has a streak of jealousy. He'd never 
forgive me if he knew that on his first trip away from 
home I brought another man into his house.

Two weeks ago, I missed my period. Today, the home 
pregnancy test confirmed it. Andy has to go out of town 
again on a trip soon. I may have to get an abortion 
while he's gone. I can't stand the thought being made 
pregnant by the man that raped me. I'm not that strong.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"So Sam... dude... I'm telling you, we can do this. We 
can get away with it. After I was done with her, I went 
through her shit. I found an extra key to her place. It 
had a fuckin' label on it, man. And get this shit. 
Cousin Leslie happened to mention in conversation that 
Lori's ol' man is going on another business trip.

"We can do this, Sam. She didn't tell anybody the first 
time. She won't tell anybody this time either. We can go 
in masks or something. I don't give a shit. I just got 
to have this bitch again. I'm telling you, it's prime 
pussy!"

END

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