Party - Wedding Night - Getting the Book

The reception hall buzzed with laughter and music as Anna and Simon moved across the dance floor, her white dress swirling around her ankles. Every touch of her husband's hands sent conflicting signals through her body - love and guilt tangled together in a knot she couldn't undo. She smiled for the guests, for Simon, but beneath the surface, her mind kept drifting back to that studio. The weight of another man's seed between her thighs had been washed away, but the memory remained, persistent and vivid.

"You seem distracted," Simon whispered during a slow dance, his breath warm against her ear.

"Just tired," she lied, pressing her cheek against his shoulder. "It's been a long day."

The celebration continued for hours. Anna laughed at toasts, accepted congratulations, and posed for countless casual photos taken by guests. Yet every time she caught her reflection in a mirror or window, she saw a stranger staring back - a woman who had betrayed her husband on their wedding day and felt something other than pure shame about it.

By the time they finally escaped to their hotel room, both were exhausted. Simon pushed open the door and gasped.

"Surprise!" Anna read the banner strung across the ceiling, then laughed as she took in the dozens of balloons filling the room. Streamers hung from the light fixtures, and a bottle of champagne sat chilling in a bucket by the bed.

"Your friends have interesting ideas of romance," Simon said, grinning.

Anna grabbed a balloon and batted it toward him. "Come on, we can't sleep with all these here."

For the next ten minutes, they moved around the room popping balloons, laughing like children as the colored rubber scattered across the carpet. The normalcy of it felt healing somehow. When the last balloon burst, Simon pulled her close, kissing her deeply.

"My wife," he murmured against her lips. "My beautiful wife."

He undressed her slowly, unzipping the wedding dress and letting it pool at her feet. Anna stood before him in her white bustier, the garter belt hugging her hips, stockings smooth against her legs. His eyes darkened with desire.

"You're so beautiful," he breathed. "I love this lingerie on you."

His hands traced her curves as he walked her backward toward the bed. When her knees hit the mattress, she fell back, pulling him down with her. Simon kissed her neck, her collarbone, the swells of her breasts above the bustier. Then his hand slid between her thighs, fingers pressing against her entrance through the thin fabric of her thong.

"Wow," he groaned. "You're really wet already."

Anna flushed deeply, knowing the truth her body couldn't hide. Her arousal had been building all evening, but not for the reasons Simon believed. "I've been waiting for this," she whispered.

She guided him inside her, gasping as he filled her. It was good - Simon was attentive, loving, everything a bride should want on her wedding night. He moved with care and tenderness, whispering sweet words as he brought her closer to the edge. When her orgasm finally came, she cried out, but in her mind's eye, she saw dark skin contrasting with pale flesh, felt impossible thickness stretching her wide.

Afterward, she lay in Simon's arms, satisfied but somehow incomplete.

The next morning, they drove home to begin their married life together. Simon returned to work on Monday, leaving Anna alone during the days. She filled her time preparing dinners, settling into their new routine, trying to normalize everything. In the evenings, they cuddled on the couch watching television, her head on his shoulder, his arm around her waist. It was comfortable. Safe.

Their sex life remained active and lustful. Simon couldn't seem to keep his hands off her, and Anna welcomed his attention. But every time he entered her, every time she felt him moving inside her, she compared. She hated herself for it, but she couldn't stop. Simon was average - perfectly adequate - but her body remembered something more.

Two weeks passed before Barry finally called.

Simon answered the phone, his expression brightening. "Hey Barry! The book is ready? Excellent!" He paused, listening. "Shit, I can't make it tomorrow. Tuesday's going to be a crazy day at work. Big meeting." Another pause. "What about you, Anna? Could you pick it up?"

Anna's stomach dropped. "I... I suppose so."

Simon covered the receiver. "She can come by late morning, if that works."

After hanging up, he kissed her forehead. "Thanks, honey. I know it's inconvenient, but I really can't get away tomorrow."

"It's fine," Anna said, forcing a smile.

Tuesday morning, she drove to the studio with trembling hands. The familiar building sent butterflies through her stomach as she parked. Barry met her at the door, professional smile in place.

"Anna, lovely to see you. Where's Simon today?"

"Work," she said shortly. "The book?"

"Of course. Come in."

Inside, the studio looked different in daylight. Less threatening, more ordinary. Barry handed her a leather-bound album. "The clean version. Everything appropriate for family viewing."

Anna opened it carefully, flipping through pages of ceremony shots, garden poses, romantic moments between her and Simon. Then came the studio photos - her in lingerie, tasteful but suggestive, artistic shadows across her skin.

One image stopped her cold. She sat on the sofa in her wedding dress, smiling at the camera, left hand raised to display her ring.

"That's when..." she whispered.

Barry nodded. "Indeed. Doesn't it look innocent? Nobody would guess what's happening underneath. That one's specially for you—to remember."

He gestured to his computer. "I also have a USB for you. The pictures you probably don't want anyone else seeing. I promise this is the only copy. Everything else has been deleted from my devices."

Anna sat before the monitor, watching as explicit images filled the screen. Her face flushed deep red as she saw herself impaled on Ben's dark shaft, her expressions of pure ecstasy captured in high definition.

"Quite something," a deep voice murmured behind her.

Anna spun. Ben stood there, his muscular frame filling the doorway. His hand settled on her shoulder.

"You were incredible that day," he said. "Made me come twice. Best ever."

"I'm still angry with you," Anna managed weakly.

His hand slid down, cupping her breast through her blouse. "You really mean that?"

She shuddered, feeling her resistance crumbling. "What are you doing?"

"Giving you something to remember. No pictures this time - just fun." Ben leaned down, capturing her lips with his.

Anna should have pushed him away. Should have grabbed the album and fled. Instead, she melted into his kiss, her body remembering what her mind tried to forget.

His hands worked at her buttons, pulling her blouse over her head. Anna fumbled with his zipper, her fingers wrapping around his thick length.

"Show me what you can do," he growled.

She bent forward, taking him into her mouth, worshipping him with lips and tongue. Ben groaned, tangling his fingers in her hair. When he pulled her up, he unclasped her bra in one smooth motion.

They undressed hurriedly, clothes scattered across the floor. Ben laid her back on a nearby mat, positioning himself between her thighs. She felt him sliding against her folds, the delicious pressure making her ache.

"Please," she whispered.

He pushed inside, and Anna gasped at the familiar stretch. It felt even better than she remembered.

"Yes," she moaned. "I couldn't stop thinking about your cock. Even when I was with my husband."

Ben drove into her deeply, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her body. He moved her onto her side, entering from behind, hitting places Simon never could.

Anna's orgasm built slowly, then crashed over her suddenly. She screamed, her body convulsing around him. Ben followed moments later, pumping her full of his seed.

"I need more," she begged. "Please, more."

After a brief recovery, he lay back and she climbed atop him and guided his big cock to her entrance starting to ride him with abandon.

Barry watched from his desk, occasionally glancing their way.

"Get on your hands and knees," Ben commanded.

Anna complied eagerly. He took her from behind, his dark hands gripping her pale hips. Then he moved to the sofa, pulling her onto his lap backward. She guided him inside, leaning back to take him fully.

Her second orgasm hit even harder than the first. Ben pulled out at the last moment, his release splashing across her stomach and breasts.

"Thank you," Anna panted, "thank you, thank you. But this has to be the last time."

Ben kissed her gently. "Never say never. But I understand - you can't risk your marriage." His fingers traced her still-wet folds. "Just remember me when you're sitting beside your husband, thinking of my cum inside you. "

Anna dressed without cleaning up, wanting that reminder against her skin. Then she left the studio, kissing Ben a last tim. "Bye ... and bye Barry." she said, left the studio and drove home. First thing she did was change her clothes to remove possible evidence.

Then she switched her Mac on. With shaking hands she stuck the USB-Stick in ... there they were ... as she watched through the pics she got wet. She felt her skin glowing. Pictures of her infidelity ... she loved the close ups of Ben's big cock spreading her and specially the ones of her gaping pussy leaking the cum.

Ben must never see these - never! She took the stick out and looked for a good place to hide. She put it in her medical-care-box, beside her tampons.

When Simon arrived home late that evening, he asked eagerly, "Did you get the book?"

"You'll have to wait until after dinner, but you'll love it." Anna promised.

Over their meal, she thought she could still feel Ben's semen wetting her cheating pussy, a secret she carried beneath her clothes.

Later, as they turned pages together, they both commented on each photograph and laughed over some of them. Then came the daring photos from the studio, all very professional and nothing one would have to hide.

"You look incredible ... too bad I haven't watched you through the session ... I still am sorry I fell asleep during the shoot. But right now I feel getting horny watching these ..."

When they reached the ring picture, Simon smiled. "That's a cute pic ... though you look a bit exhausted ... I love how you gleam!"

Something tingled deep down between her legs. She smiled at her husband while remembering exactly what had caused her "looking exhausted"...