Burning an image into your mind

When your eyes fell on her you saw she gave you something so much better than just photographs.

She knelt on your bed clad only in lingerie. Skimpy black lace bra and panties with a garter belt and stockings. The image before you burned itself into your brain. Pictures of her hot, toned body and her perfect breasts were one thing. But the sight of it in person before you ripped your libido from your body to present to her as a plaything. You wanted her and she smiled knowingly, beckoning you further into the room.

You closed the door behind you and approached the gorgeous woman who was waiting on your wedding bed. "I know I could have sent you more pictures," she purred seductively, "but I'm pretty sure this image will remain with you longer than any photo. Isn't that right, Bill?"

You nodded, already stripping off your clothes as you approached.

"Don't get ahead of yourself. I want you to make sure you've memorized every inch of my body in this. But this isn't the only outfit I've brought to show you.", she said, sensually sliding off the bed. "I intend to fill your mind with my body, leaving no room in it for images of your wife."

She slipped into the bathroom and came out shortly in a different set of lingerie. Each time letting your eyes commit her sexy body in the sensual clothing to memory. Then she would slip away. White, blue, red all of it made you want this woman more.

Finally, she turned and said "I have one last outfit. It's a bit different than the rest, but I know the sight of me in it will drive you wild and make you lose control. I've brought this one specifically for you to rip off my body as you take me. You will love seeing me in it." For the final time she disappeared into the bathroom, and this time her outfit was not lingerie.

She came out in a sheer wedding gown that tightly hugged her curves and exposed a deep, inviting cleavage. The moment you saw her in it you were overwhelmed with lust. The gown **** a comparison with Sarah and drove the image of your bride completely from your mind. Carrie looked so much hotter in a wedding gown than Sarah. As she'd predicted you tore the gown from her body. The fabric ripped easily under your fingers, exposing her creamy skin to your gaze. Her breasts heaved with each deep breath she took and you could see the hard buds of her nipples pressing against the thin fabric of her bra. Her waist was so tiny you could easily span it with your hands, and her hips flared out in a way that made your hands itch to grip them.

Carrie smiled as she saw the look in your eyes, and she knew that she had you completely under her spell. There was no longer any room in your mind for thoughts of Sarah, or anyone else. Carrie was all that mattered, and you were going to make her yours. You would commit the ultimate act of betrayal for her, fucking her on your wedding bed on your wedding day before you'd even shared the bed with your wife.

You pulled her to you, crushing her breasts against your chest as you claimed her mouth in a deep kiss. Your hands roamed her body, rediscovering all the places that made her moan and gasp. She was everything you'd ever wanted in a woman, and more. She was eager to please, and she responded to your touch with a passion that matched your own.

Together you fell onto the bed, exploring each other's bodies with an insatiable hunger. Her soft moans turned to cries of ecstasy as you brought her to orgasm again and again. And finally, when she was trembling and panting with need, you entered her. She was so tight and wet that it was almost too much for you to bear, but somehow you managed to hold on until she came undone around you once more. With one final thrust you let go, spilling yourself inside her as she screamed your name in ecstasy.

Even had Sarah heard the cries of passion coming from the hotel room and come to investigate you wouldn't have stopped. You couldn't control yourself at all. All your thoughts and actions were dictated by your need for Carrie's body. By your desire to have this gorgeous creature. After you were spent and exhausted Carrie got out of the bed and put on the dress she'd been wearing at your wedding. You committed this image to memory as well, not caring if it replaced your last memory of your wife. She left the room and you were still panting with desire for her as you lay on your wedding bed, newly christened by the wedding photographer.