Wedding Day [25F25M][Cheating][Seduction][Manipulation][Filming]

[u/BadDecisionsKat]

Lin’s parents had set up a bunk for me next to Lin’s bed. I messed it up before we came downstairs so they wouldn't realize I'd actually slept in Lin's bed with her.

These people did not need the additional confusion of wondering if their daughter was a lesbian.

Leah had somehow snuck pajamas into my bag. I normally slept naked, but when breakfast was called at seven in the fucking morning, I finally understood why.

I was reasonably fine.

Lin was very much not.

She was spectacularly hungover.

Breakfast smelled amazing. A New York breakfast was a bagel and coffee. This was eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns and toast, with a pot of coffee already sitting on the table. 

I was all smiles that morning. “Mr. and Mrs. Dwyer, this is too much. Some toast and jam is all I expected.” 

Lin’s dad laughed. “Oh no, big day today. Need to bulk up.” 

I shot him a smile. “Oh well, if you insist.” I started filling my plate.

Lin groaned and poured herself a huge cup of coffee.

“Lin had a tiny bit to drink while we were exploring town yesterday,” I explained. “She'll be all right.”

Lin looked at me over her coffee.

I smiled innocently.

Lin’s mother looked from Lin to me.

“Oh, I think she might have had a bit more than a little. But she’s a big girl. She can handle a hangover like one.”

Lin sank a little lower over her coffee.

Apparently parental radar still worked across state lines.

Lin’s dad gave me the outline for the day.

The wedding “opened,” as he put it, at ten, with the actual vows at eleven. They were doing the ceremony at the venue rather than a church. Shelly was agnostic and apparently that decision had been a whole thing.

The reception started at noon, with photos, drinks, congratulations, and general milling around until four. Then came a three-hour dinner with speeches and five courses.

After that, the band kicked off and the party went until dawn.

Jesus. Midwesterners took weddings seriously.

“Five courses?” I asked.

Lin’s mother shook her head. Clearly, this was a topic she'd discussed at length.

“Shelly’s a foodie,” Lin’s dad explained. “Apparently chicken, potatoes and wedding cake weren't going to cut it.”

After breakfast, we went to do our makeup and get dressed.

I had picked up a few tricks from Leah over our time together, and I could put my face on without much effort now. This was the first time Lin had watched me do it, and she seemed impressed by how much I'd picked up from Leah.

“I'm still not as good as her, and I suspect I never will be. But I know enough now to show up to a party.”

“You feel up to doing me? I'm still a bit hungover, and I'd love to just sit still for a while.”

I told her to sit on the toilet and wait. I'd do her after I was done with myself. I had on my button-up pajamas because, according to Leah, “something that does not go over your head” was important when putting on makeup.

I pointed at Lin's T-shirt.

“Can you put on something that opens from the front?”

She looked up at me, pulled off her T-shirt, and leaned back against the toilet topless.

“Or that works.”

I finished up my own makeup in around thirty minutes, then spent about the same amount of time on Lin. Her tits barely distracted me at all.

I went and pulled out my wedding-day outfit. It was in a black cloth bag. I already knew what was inside: a deep burgundy wrap dress with a low V-neck, short sleeves, a tied waist, and a long, loose skirt that fell below my knees. Leah had called it “formal enough for the wedding, relaxed enough for Iowa, flattering without looking like you're trying to fuck the groom.” 

It had a note inside.

Use with A, C, and optionally X and Y.

I looked through the accessory bag. Inside were several smaller plastic bags, each with a letter sticker on it.

A was a gold bracelet. If I looked closely, it had some sort of pattern worked into the metal, but from a distance it looked mostly plain.

C was a pair of earrings. Leah knew I didn't have my ears pierced and had told me I should get it done, but since I hadn't, she'd packed gold clip-ons. They matched the bracelet. No surprise there.

X was a bit of a surprise, though. It was Leah’s metal teardrop-shaped plug and a tiny travel-size tube of lube. Good thing I'd checked the bag instead of taking it in my carry-on.

There was another note inside.

If you need to feel me close today.

I smiled. Leah was always walking the line between flirting and being genuinely considerate. 

The bag labeled Y contained a narrow black choker with a small metal ring at the front and a clasp at the back. There was also a sealed envelope.

Mia, give this to Lillian.

I desperately wanted to open it, but I knew Leah would disapprove, so I handed Lin the envelope and the collar.

Lin opened the envelope and smiled as she read the letter inside. She looked down at the collar and walked over to me.

“You're wearing this today, okay? And you're listening to me, not the other way around. Okay?”

Apparently some sort of agreement had occurred between Lin and Leah that I wasn't privy to, despite clearly involving me.

I got dressed, then excused myself to the bathroom to put the plug in. My underwear didn't really fit right with it. The string kept sliding to one side and rubbing against me. After fighting with it for a minute, I decided to go commando rather than take the plug out. 

I went back to Lin’s room and found her finishing up her outfit.

Once completed, Lin picked up the collar.

“Turn around.”

I did.

She fastened it around my neck.

I checked the time.

“Twenty-five minutes ahead of schedule. Nice.”

Lin looked at me. “We have a schedule?”

“I planned two hours for dressing and makeup. We did it in ninety-five minutes. Very good time.”

“Did Leah train you on this?”

“What do you mean?”

She waved a hand in a forget-about-it gesture and headed downstairs.

Lin’s parents had cleaned up well. Her mother wore a nice sundress, and her father had on a white shirt and tie. They both showered their daughter with praise when she came downstairs, saying how beautiful she was and how she was definitely gonna turn heads today.

When I came down, there was a moment of stunned silence. Her mother seemed at a loss for words, but her father managed, “That is a very nice dress, Mia, and you wear it well.”

I gave them a little curtsy and joined Lin in the kitchen.

“Is my outfit a bit much? It looks simple enough.” 

Lin gave me a once-over and shook her head. “Nah, it’s nothing compared to your gala outfit. It’s just really well put together. I knew I could trust Leah on this.” 

Lin handed me a Coke from the fridge, and I drank deeply. The heat was already building outside, and it looked like it was going to be a very warm day.

Who would have though that it would be this warm in the middle of September? Global Warming for you.

Before we left, I checked Leah's suitcase one last time. The evening outfit was still packed away with its accessories, ready for after dinner. I transferred everything I'd need into a smaller bag and brought it downstairs.

Lin's mom was driving us all, which saved me from another adventure in Midwestern motoring. 

We loaded everything into the car, squeezed ourselves in, and headed for the venue.

About twenty minutes later, we arrived.

It was a converted barn venue, with wedding decorations everywhere. Either they only did weddings here, or weddings made up enough of their business that nobody had bothered pretending otherwise.

Other guests had already arrived and were milling around on the lawn. A drinks station served iced tea and lemonade, and large parasols had been set up for shade.

I was already beginning to feel the heat and started making increasingly unsubtle suggestions that Lin and I investigate the cold drinks.

Once we had our drinks, I started asking Lin about people.

“Okay, weird glasses?”

“Second cousin. I don't remember his name.”

“Pink hair?”

“Shelly's friend. I think.”

I subtly shifted my eyes toward a large man standing near the barn.

“Beardy McBeard-Face?”

Lin followed my eyes.

“That's Uncle Rob.”

I kept going like that, careful not to point while somehow making it extremely obvious who I was talking about.

This continued until I spotted another woman arriving. She was around five-one, slim, with narrow shoulders and a small frame. She wore a very tight black minidress with long sleeves and a high neck.

I leaned toward Lin.

“Who's the woman trying to pick someone up at a funeral?”

Lin stopped halfway through a sip.

“That's Anna.”

Oh.

Anna.

I looked back at her.
Suddenly the dress seemed considerably more annoying.

“I want to kill her,” I said.

“Whoa there, John Wick. We’re not killing anyone today.”

“Fine. But I can talk to her, right?”

“Not about what I told you.” Lin’s smile faded. “That was ten years ago. She might be a different person now. Don’t let my teenage trauma drive you today, okay?”

I took a deep breath, touched my choker with one finger, and looked back at Lin.

“No killing, then. And no bringing up your relationship with her.”

“I should have asked Leah for a collar earlier. This is great.”

She walked away from me, calling out, “Shelly! I haven't seen you in ages. You look amazing!”

I finished my tea, glanced at the time, and decided I could fit in one more lemonade before the ceremony started.

I went over to the bar and ordered another. Anna was standing there. I reminded myself of my promise and didn't engage.

“Are you friends with Lillian?”

The question came from beside me. I looked over. Anna had moved closer.

In my heels, I had a good nine inches on her. She looked small. Annoying.

She was staring up at me like I was the most interesting thing she'd seen all day.

“Oh yes, she's one of my best friends. You two know each other?”

She smiled, clearly pleased she'd managed to start a conversation.

“Yes, we used to hang out all the time in high school. She was a trusted companion of mine, but we drifted apart after that.”

Trusted companion.

That was certainly one way of describing blackmailing someone into doing your homework while making them watch you fuck your boyfriend.

I touched the collar.

Behave.

“So, you know the bride or groom?”

She laughed and touched my arm, as if I'd made some kind of joke.

“Both, actually. They were high school sweethearts. I'm related to the groom, though. Third cousin, I think.”

Was Anna flirting with me, or trying to steal me away from Lin? I wasn't sure which was more insane.

“You bring a plus-one?” I asked, glancing around.

She shook her head. “No, my fiancé is busy and couldn't make it. He works for a very important company, in a very important role.”

Well, if I couldn't kill her, I could mess with her.

Never promised I wouldn't.

“Oh, that's a shame. So you're here all alone?”

I touched her shoulder sympathetically.

“Yes, I'm afraid so. But I know most of these people, so I won't be lonely.”

I smiled at her. “Well, if you're interested in new conversations rather than rehashing old stories with friends, feel free to seek me out.”

I turned and walked back toward Lin, making sure to swing my hips the way Leah had taught me when we practiced walking in heels.

A big part of the seduction of heels is the hip swing.

I could practically hear Leah saying it in my head.

A few minutes later, a bell rang, and a man in a black vest and bow tie called everyone in for the ceremony.

We were escorted into the remodeled barn, which thankfully had air conditioning. Rows of chairs faced a flower-covered arch at the front.

We were told to sit on the bride's side. As Anna walked past toward the groom's side, I caught her looking at me. After she sat down, she glanced over a few more times before finally settling.

What the hell was up with this woman?!

I bit my lip and decided not to mention any of my interactions with Anna to Lin. I didn't need any more restrictions on what I could do with her. If anything, Anna had me intrigued now. What the hell was she fumbling around trying to do?

The music started, and everyone turned their attention to the bride walking down the center aisle.

I mostly ignored the vows and instead praised the invention of air conditioning. After about thirty minutes, we were told to rise and celebrate with the newlyweds.

As we left the air-conditioned barn, I went looking for more drinks that contained ice. Leah's rule was to always carry a drink. It kept your hands busy and gave you something to do if you felt too static. 

I did a round with Lin and met various uncles and aunts. I was introduced as her best friend and roommate, and whenever someone asked an awkward question about what she was doing in New York, I slipped in with some well-crafted, Leah-like embellishments.

“Oh, Lin is setting herself up with a good baseline for some interesting career choices once she's done. Humanities sounds less practical than it actually is. The degree translates into a surprisingly wide range of careers, especially once you get a few years out of university.”

Lin didn't stop me or tell me off, so I took that as permission to keep doing it. 

I excused myself and headed to the bathrooms. With all the drinking I was doing, I figured knowing where they were was going to be important.

When I came out, Anna was waiting for me.

I gave her a questioning look. “Were you waiting for me?”

“I was in there before you. I saw you walk in and wanted to chat some more, so I waited until you were done.”

She looked down at her feet, as if she'd said too much or admitted to something she wasn't sure she should have.

“Well, you've cornered me now. Want to grab a drink and find a quiet spot?”

We went to the bar. It was getting close to one, so I decided alcohol was on the table, although I was staying away from anything strong.

I remembered Leah's rule for drinking when I wanted to stay pleasantly buzzed without getting properly drunk: one weak beer or cider, around three percent, every forty-five minutes at most, and at least the same amount of something non-alcoholic in between.

Food helped too, and we had a five-course dinner coming.

Easy enough.

I ordered an apple cider. I thought I might be a cider woman now.

I asked the bartender which of the finger foods was freshest. He gave me a slightly surprised look, then told me the salmon had been sitting out the longest, while the pâté on toasted rye was popular enough that they were already on the third tray.

I grabbed a small plate and took five of the pâté toasties for Anna and me to share.

Anna gave me a questioning look when I caught her eye.

“Something the matter, Anna?”

“Why did you ask if the salmon was bad?”

“I never said it was bad. It's almost certainly safe to eat. But the pâté is fresh. Don't you like your food fresh, Anna?”

She paused. “You can't just ask like that.”

“Sure I can. I just did.”

We found a spot under a tree with a bench built around its trunk. There was a cool breeze there too, so it immediately became my preferred location for the rest of the day.

As Anna sat down, she took a sip of her Voodoo Ranger Imperial IPA.

I checked the label. Nine percent.

Apparently she had not attended Leah's drinking seminar.

I started playing the who's who game with Anna, trying to tease out what she thought about different people. Maybe I could figure out what exactly she was trying to get from me.

I nodded toward a large man in a dress shirt who already had two buttons undone.

“Who's Buzzcut Lumberjack over there?”

“That's Jason. He was a year above me in high school, on the football team. He used to be so fucking hot.” She looked him over. “Still is, actually. God, I wanted him so badly back then.”

Okay. Will happily volunteer who she wants to fuck. Noted.

“Okay, who's that with him?”

“Sandra. She was quite the slut in high school. Guess they ended up together, or at least they're dating. I didn't really keep up with Sandra after high school. I moved to Des Moines and met my fiancé.”

“How long have you been engaged, Anna?”

“About six months. We've known each other for almost a year.”

I bit my tongue before asking if she was insane.

I already knew Anna was insane. I just needed to figure out what insane plan she had for me so I could ruin it.

“You must really be in love, then?”

“He's good-looking enough, and he earns six figures. He's not great in bed yet, but I'm teaching him. It'll be fine.”

How on earth was this woman dishing out this kind of information to someone she'd known for all of ten minutes?

I nodded. “Yeah... it's important to teach them. Make sure they're more than just a paycheck.”

She nodded emphatically. “I can't do anything about his size, so he needs to up his finger and mouth game. I call myself a reformed size queen.”

Some cider went down the wrong pipe, and I erupted into a very unprofessional coughing fit.

Anna looked over at me with concern.

“I'm okay. Just swallowed wrong.”

I nodded toward another man. “Tall guy in the red shirt?”

“Anthony? He played basketball in high school. Huge dick.”

I looked at her. “I'm sorry?”

“Yeah, I fucked him once on a dare. I think he's the one who awakened the size queen in me. I tried to get him to do me again, but he had a girlfriend and wouldn't cheat.”

I took another sip and leaned back. This woman clearly had no barriers.

“So, you're only into guys, or do you date women too?”

She shrugged. “I've had some go down on me, but I've never dated a girl.”

I gave her a big smile, intending it to be flirty, although it felt very superficial.

“So you've never licked pussy?”

“No.”

She blushed.

This woman had just told me she'd gotten hooked on a big dick and begged for more, but this made her blush. Unbelievable.

“I've just never met anyone before that I could see myself doing that with.”

I caught the before.

I saw it now. This woman wanted me. Or maybe there was something about Lin having me that made her want me more. Whatever it was, Anna was trying to get under my dress.

Now that was not gonna happen.

I spent the afternoon with Anna like this, exploring what she'd done, who she'd done it with, what sexual boundaries, if any, she had, and generally getting it into her head that I might be interested but wasn't quite there yet. She just needed to convince me a little more before we could scissor it out.

I also asked her what her relationship with Lin had been like.

“Lin was so smart. She helped me with my homework. We ate lunch together every day, and she'd hang out with me and my boyfriend in the evenings. Lin never had any boyfriends, as far as I know, but she always kept her hands to herself. Never tried to fuck with mine.”

I was gonna fucking ruin this woman.

Once again, the bell rang. Dinner was about to be served. I thanked Anna for the afternoon and told her we could continue after dinner.

I'd had two ciders and a large iced tea. Anna had gone through three of her IPAs.

I caught her watching me as I left.

I had this woman hook, line, and sinker.

Now what the fuck was I going to do with her?

After finding Lin, I went inside and checked the seating plan.

We were at table five, Marigold. Flower theme. Yeah, that tracked.

I quickly scanned the other names at our table and spotted Anthony sitting next to Lin.

Big Dick Anthony.

Interesting.

I made my way over and used all my stealth and dexterity to swap my name card with Lin's.

Now I was sitting next to Big Dick Anthony.

A plan was forming.

Dinner was a lot of small plates interrupted by a lot of speeches and wine refills. I followed Leah's advice about wine and kept a glass of water next to it at all times.

Apparently Kalimotxo was the best way to water down your wine, but I wasn't gonna mix my red wine with Coke at this semi-fancy wedding. I suspected that would be blasphemy to the bride.

This was homemade wine and everything. Even the label was bespoke for our table.

Foodie indeed.

My conversation with Anthony was very enlightening, though. He had moved away after high school and was now working as a business analyst in Boston. He was currently single and had been for a few months after his last girlfriend cheated on him. He'd originally planned to bring her, so now he was stuck with two plane tickets and a double room.

I poked around a few other places and learned that his old girlfriend from back here was married, had a kid, and was working on a second one. 

Anthony seemed genuinely happy for her. They'd broken up because he'd left for school and she'd wanted to stay.

Amicable.

He pointed her out at another table, sitting with her husband and drinking only water.

I started asking about the different people I'd gotten names for, people Anthony should know. Jason, Lin, Shelly, then Anna casually before moving on to Sandra.

He gave me mostly sterile descriptions of everyone. General stuff, nothing particularly interesting. 

But when I mentioned Anna, he paused, smiled, and said she was a friend and a very fun person.

Fucking score.

After dinner, we got the car keys from Lin's parents, and I grabbed my evening outfit from the car. I went into the family bathroom, which had far more space than the regular ones, and with no kids at this party, I wasn't inconveniencing anyone.

I changed into a deep wine-red satin slip dress, midi-length, with a low cowl neckline, thin straps, and a high side slit. It reminded me a little of my evening gala dress, but more casual.

I gave Lin my old dress to pack away in the car, then continued getting ready.

Leah had packed a clutch to go with it, as well as a pair of strappy black heels, slightly taller than my daytime ones.

The B package went with this outfit. A small gold chain. I decided against it. The choker was enough around my neck.

I left X in place. Even with the high slit, I wasn't particularly worried about flashing anyone.

I checked my makeup and made sure everything else was in place.

When I exited the bathroom, I was excited to see what I could make Anna do.

She was at the bar, and people had started moving onto the dance floor. Lin returned from the car and gave me a once-over.

“Leah continues to impress. You look even more stunning than you did earlier. I'm glad you're coming home with me tonight. Letting you loose here, someone's bound to pounce.”

I smiled at her. “How are we actually getting home tonight? Are your parents staying until we decide to leave?”

“Nah, they're heading out in a bit. I'll call them for a pickup when we're ready to go home. Mam will drive. Her eyes are better at night.”

“That's very nice of her. I should've brought her a gift or something.”

Lin waved the comment away. “She's just happy I'm back for a bit, and she's very impressed with my friends. She couldn't stop talking about you.”

Lin's attention shifted as a new song came on.

“Oh, I'm gonna go dance. Go mingle with the non-dancers. I'll grab you when I want to leave.”

As she left, my eyes shifted toward Anna.

I walked up to the bar and ordered a French 75.

The bartender looked confused and reached for a cocktail book. I stopped him.

“I can show you, if you want?”

He shrugged and waved me behind the bar.

“Gin, lemon juice, simple syrup. Shake those with ice first, then strain and top with champagne.”

I talked him through it while I worked, measuring out the gin, lemon and syrup before shaking everything over ice.

“Don't put the champagne in the shaker. That would be exciting for all the wrong reasons.”

He laughed.

I strained the drinks into two glasses and topped them with champagne.

This was Leah's signature drink, and I'd slowly perfected making it for her.

When I looked back toward Anna, she'd been watching the entire performance.

I carried both glasses around to the front of the bar and held one out to her.

“Walk with me, Anna?”

She was looking at me, slightly dumbstruck. I wasn't sure whether it was the new dress or me teaching the bartender how to make a cocktail, but she quickly gathered her things, took the drink, and followed me.

“So, I was lucky enough to sit next to Anthony during dinner.”

She caught up with me. “Oh. Did he mention me?”

“No, but he remembers you fondly.” 

She smiled at that. 

We arrived at a table in a quiet corner with a good view of the entire barn.

Anna took a sip of her drink and looked down at the glass.

“Wow. This is really good.”

I nodded. “I know. It's not really my go-to, but it fits the occasion.”

My new heels gave me another half-inch over Anna, and she had to tilt her head just a little farther back to meet my eyes. 

She wasn't properly drunk, but she was much further along than I was.

“So, Anna. Would you want to fuck Anthony again?”

She looked nervous.

“I... don't know. He was... not who I was planning for.”

“What if I'm there too?”

She went quiet for a moment. I could practically see the gears turning.

“You'd be there with me?”

“I like to watch. It's sort of my thing. I'd really like it if you did this with me.”

She drew in a short breath. “Yeah. Yeah, if we can get Anthony on board, I'll do it for you.”

I smiled at her.

“You're just the best little girl there is, Anna.”

“Stay here,” I told Anna as I went hunting for Anthony.

I found him talking to a few other guys and nudged him in the side. When he saw me, surprise crossed his face.

“Mia? Did you change your outfit?”

I nodded for him to follow me a little way from the group. He did, without much hesitation.

“I got the impression at dinner that you might be up for something.”

He gave me a once-over. “Oh? I thought you and Lillian...”

I shook my head. “It's not like that. And it's Anna, not me. But I'll be there too. Is that something you can handle? Another person in the room?”

“Shit, Anna's still into that stuff? Last time I was with her, she wanted Lillian close by.”

I turned and looked over at Anna. She gave me a short, stupid little wave and smiled. I kept my eyes on her as I spoke to Anthony.

“Mm... she's weird that way. I'd take this as a treat before you head back to Boston. Get some relief after what happened with your ex. Might give you a whole new perspective on things.”

“You make an interesting pitch. Anything else I should know?”

“I might film some of it. Mostly her, and it's just for me, not for putting online. I'll try to keep you out of frame, but I can't promise. You okay with being on camera?”

“Sure. I've had plenty of girls film me before. Impress their friends, they say.”

“Oh, really?” I smiled. “Well, I can't wait to see.”

I gave Anna a wave and a thumbs-up.

She clapped.

...Clapped.

This woman was clapping because I was gonna get her fucked.

What a dumb bitch.

“Are you okay with doing it in your room? I'm staying with Lin and her parents.”

“Sure. I've got the space.”

“Excellent. Let's do it now. I don't know how long Lin wants to stay.”

We walked back to Anna together and told her to follow us. Anthony led us toward the guest rooms, opened the door to his room, and stepped inside. Anna followed him, then me. I closed the door behind us. 

The room was basically a small hotel room attached to the venue. A double bed dominated most of the space, with nightstands on either side and a small upholstered chair strategically positioned in the corner, because apparently every guest room was legally required to include a cuck chair.

The bathroom was surprisingly spacious, with a walk-in shower and a wide mirror stretching across the wall above the sink. Everything was clean, beige, and aggressively inoffensive.

I stepped behind Anna and unzipped her dress. It fell to the floor, leaving her standing there in her flats and underwear. I recognized the underwear. It was the kind that came in a pack of ten.

“You any good at sucking cock, Anna? Can you show me?”

She nodded and went over to Anthony, reaching for his clothes. She fumbled with the buttons and zipper enough that he eventually got impatient and took over.

When his pants dropped, I realized Anna had not been underselling this guy.

This was the kind of dick I'd only seen in porn. It was absurdly large, thick and veiny, pulsing in Anna's hand.

I sat down in the cuck chair, got my phone out, and started filming.

After a few minutes, Anthony was harder, but still not quite where I thought he could get, so I went over to Anna and grabbed her hair.

“Open your mouth and put your hands on his balls. Shaft is for your mouth, hands for balls and ass. Learn it.”

Anna nodded and adjusted her stance, forcing herself to take him deeper. She gagged and her eyes watered as she did.

I could see almost immediately that Anthony was enjoying himself much more after my instructions.

I moved behind Anthony to get a better shot of Anna from his perspective. I leaned in and whispered, “You should grab her head. Make sure she's getting the right rhythm for you.”

He smiled and threaded both hands into Anna's hair, taking hold.

The rhythm changed. Before, it had been entirely Anna controlling the movement. Now they were moving together, Anna following Anthony's rhythm.

A much better shot, if I did say so myself.

After a minute or so, Anthony pulled out of Anna's mouth, and she gasped for air. Her makeup was ruined. Black streaks ran down her cheeks, her lipstick was smeared, and her hair was a mess.

I felt a warm satisfaction building in my stomach.

This was everything I'd wanted.

I looked at Anthony. “Let’s continue in the bathroom. I like the mirror in there. Easier to see everything.”

He nodded, scooped Anna up like she weighed nothing, and carried her in. I followed, phone still rolling. He set her on her feet, yanked her underwear down, and left the cheap flats on. The bathroom was all beige tile and that big mirror over the sink. Perfect.

Anthony rubbed the fat head of his cock up and down her slit a couple of times, getting it shiny. She was already dripping like a broken faucet.

I made sure I got it on camera.

“You're doing great, Anna. Love the way you look. Are you ready?” 

She nodded and raised her ass, inviting him in. Anthony gave one long, heavy thrust and buried himself inside her.

Anna made a broken little noise and clawed at the edge of the sink. I stepped closer, still filming, and grabbed her jaw so she had to look at herself in the mirror. Ruined makeup, open mouth, eyes already going glassy.

“So,” I said, nice and casual, “you enjoying fucking someone who isn’t your fiancé?”

Her breath hitched. Anthony kept rolling his hips, slow and deep, not giving her a second to think.

“I…What? I don’t…”

I tightened my grip, my voice turning stern.

“Answer my questions.”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Is his dick better than what you’re about to marry?”

She nodded against my hand.

“Say it.”

“It’s better. A lot better.”

“How is he better? Tell me, Anna.”

“He's so much bigger. He stretches me out. I feel so full. So owned.”

I smiled. “Good girl. Keep looking at yourself while you take it.”

I let go of her face and moved behind Anthony. “Spread her cheeks.” He placed one hand on each side and pulled them apart. She looked back at me, perhaps nervous, perhaps just wondering what we were doing.

I looked at her and spat at her asshole.

“You should put a thumb in there. Warm her up,” I told him. 

He pushed his thumb in without arguing. Anna’s whole body jerked.

I went back to Anna, stroked her hair, and asked,

“You on any sort of contraception, Anna?”

She let out a short breath. “No. Mark and I are trying for children. I was planning on pullout.” 

I shook my head “No, I don’t think that is a good enough way to prevent pregnancy. How do you feel about anal?”

She looked at me, horrified. “I don't think I can take Anthony. I've tried it once with a smaller guy, and it hurt.” 

I smiled at her, “I'd really love it if you tried it for me, though. Fight through the hurt. Show me what a good girl you can be.”

She swallowed, “Okay... for you, I guess I could try again.”

I went back to Anthony and gave him the travel-size tube of lube Leah had sent me.

He looked at me. “You sure about this?”

I gave him a solemn nod.

Anthony stopped moving and started applying lube to her ass. 

One finger, then two, then three, taking his time while he was still inside her. 

Anna seemed to get more comfortable as this went on. She still gave small grunts, but there were no tears or biting her arm. 

As he pulled out of her pussy, Anna gave a gasp, as if she had just lost a load-bearing structure in her body. 

Anthony started lubing up his dick and sliding it over her ass.

I lifted one of her legs onto the sink, spreading her stance wide and giving me a clear shot of her pussy and ass.

“Much better,” I said.

When he pushed his head inside, I heard Anna let out a gasp of pain. Her knuckles went white on the sink. She made this guttural, broken sound and still pushed back because I'd asked.

It took a while. Anthony was patient in that detached way big-dick guys get when they know they’re going to fit eventually. 

I kept the camera on her through all of it.

When he finally bottomed out, she was shaking, fresh tears cutting through the mascara.

I leaned in close. “How’s it feel?”

“Hurts,” she gasped. “It really hurts.”

“But it hurts good, right? You want to give this superior dick your ass because you’re a slut. Your holes are for him to use as he wants.”

Her eyes fluttered. “I… I want to give him my ass. I’m a slut. My holes are his to use.”

“Good.” I brushed a tear off her cheek with my thumb. “That’s exactly right.”

Anthony started moving properly, long, heavy strokes that rocked her whole body. She kept her foot up on the sink like I’d told her, taking every inch even though her face was pure strain.

After a while her voice came out thin. “I hope he cums soon. Please. It still hurts.”

I tilted my head like I was thinking it over.

“He hasn’t cum yet. So where else could he fuck you so he can finish?”

Her answer came small and immediate.  “Anywhere. All my holes are open.”

I gave her my mean little smile. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”

Then I kept going, soft and curious, the way you talk to a dog that’s almost house-trained.

“You told me earlier you’re not on anything. You and the fiancé are trying. Right?”

She made a tiny broken sound and nodded.

“So if he finishes in your cunt right now… are you ready to walk back to your little cuck fiancé pregnant? Carry some other guy’s kid and let him think it’s his?”

Anna’s face did something complicated. Uncertainty, heat, the desperate need to please me, all at once. After a couple of seconds she nodded again, harder.

“Yes. He’ll never know. I’ll… I’ll let him think it’s his.”

I petted her head, fingers gentle in the tangled hair.

“Good girl.”

I went back to Anthony and whispered in his ear.

“You good with doing this?”

He nodded and grunted, “Yes.”

“Okay, then. Flip her around.”

He easily flipped Anna around and set her on the counter, legs spread wide. He slipped out of her ass and started back in on her pussy.

I reached under my dress and hooked a finger around the base of the teardrop-shaped plug. 

I pulled it free with a slow twist. The sudden empty feeling made me bite the inside of my cheek.

I held the shiny, warm plug up in front of Anna’s face.

“Open up. Lick it clean.”

She opened her mouth and closed around the plug.

Good way to shut her up.

I moved back to Anthony.

“This woman is everything your slutty ex was. Make sure she feels it when you come.”

I used my nails on his butt cheek and he increased his pace, slamming into Anna at an increasingly hectic speed.

When he came, he let out a roar, like all his pent-up feelings from the last few months were finally being spent.

Anna froze as it happened, almost as if she were afraid to move.

When he was done, he drew himself out of Anna, and thick globs of cum dropped out of her as well.

“You really did fill her up. Good work.”

I gave Anthony a clap on the shoulder.

I went over to Anna, and removed my plug from her mouth and put it in my clutch.

“You did really well today. I am proud of you.” 

She looked up at me with starry eyes. 

“I did? You really liked it?”

“Oh, words cannot express how much I loved it. But now I must leave you. I have things to attend to.” 

She looked confused. “But you said we would fuck if I did this for you?” 

“I never said that. Are you sure I didn't just imply it? Let you believe I would?” 

“But... I was a good girl.”

“Yes, but being a good girl doesn't mean you deserve sex with me, Anna. I thought everyone understood that by now.”

I walked toward the door, making sure to swing my hips just like Leah had shown me. 

“But... you can't just leave me!” Anna shouted.

“Of course I can.”

I closed the door behind me.

I rejoined the party and found Lin dancing the night away. I decided to join her, in my still largely untrained fashion.

After a few minutes, she pulled me off the dance floor and sat down, sweaty and exhausted.

“Where have you been all night?”

I smiled. “Oh, just meeting all your old friends. Hearing stories.”

“Mia? Tell me the truth.”

I sighed.

Fuck. This was not the place for this conversation.

“I had a long conversation with Anna, and I might have... humiliated her.”

“Is she hurt?”

I paused for a little too long.

“No. She does not require medical attention.”

Lin stared at me. “That is a very specific answer.”

“Can we please talk about this at home? This is not exactly a private conversation.”

She gave me a very long look. “She's still alive, right? You promised.”

“When I left her, she was breathing and shouting vigorously.”

She kept staring at me, but eventually nodded. “Okay, but when we get back, I want the full breakdown.”

I didn't see Anna again that night. About two hours later, Lin decided the evening was over, and her mom came to pick us up.

When we got back to her room, Lin turned on me.

“Full story. Start to finish.”

I started with Anna approaching me at the bar, then ambushing me outside the bathroom. I explained the wild stories she'd told me and how I'd realized she was trying to “get me” one way or another.

I told Lin about Anna lusting after Anthony. At that, Lin commented that she'd been very thirsty for Anthony back in high school too.

Then I explained the setup with Anthony.

Finally, I handed Lin my phone and showed her the video.

I sat back on the bed and watched her watch it.

After the video ended, Lin looked over at me.

“This is fucked up, Mia.”

I closed my eyes. “I know, but... I hate Anna so much. First for what she did to you, then for what she tried to do with me, and for just being such a dumb cunt. She's human garbage, Lin.”

“That she is. But this video? It's fucking crazy. What were you planning to do with it?”

“I don't know. Revenge? Break up her engagement? I wanted you to have something because she'd had something like it of you. She had naked pictures of you, and now you have... this.”

“We're not gonna use this video to blackmail Anna, Mia. She's a garbage human, and maybe she deserves whatever she gets. But I think she'll ruin her own relationship without our help. It took you, what, six hours before she was begging for her fiancé to be a cuck? If you can do that in one afternoon, I can't possibly imagine them making it to the wedding.”

“So... I just delete the video?”

“No. I think it's best if you send it to me.”

“But not for blackmail?”

“No. You might have accidentally created the most powerful porn I've ever watched. It would be a waste to just delete it.”

“So you're just gonna use it to masturbate?”

“I'm allowed to masturbate to things!”

“You want to watch it again while I eat you out?”

“God, yes.”

Well.

At least one of my bad decisions had worked out.

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