Claiming his prize from earlier

With no one else in the washroom, Nick kissed me. It was a bit more softer than before, but his mouth was just as possessive than before. He kissed my lips hungrily, the wet smacking noise of our kiss engulfing the room. I was tipsy, thanks to his earlier efforts and found myself actually enjoying it fully this time. For a moment, I forgot about Henry. I forgot about my shame and the disgustingness of Nick. I forgot about how much I hated this pervert and instead enjoyed this strange, horrible feeling of betraying the man I loved and allowing his best friend to get this far. His hand travelled to my big ass, grabbing a handful of my cheek through my jeans and with his hand placed the bottle towards my lips. "Drink," he said as he poured more of the whiskey inside of my mouth. I obediently drank a lot of it, the harshness of the liquid now less, now that I was feeling tipsy. He enjoyed a bit of it himself, before placing the bottle on top of the toilet.

He lowered himself in front of me, before telling me "Okay, time for that selfie fat ass. Do as Daddy says and turn around so I can check out that fat ass that I've fantasized for so long."

With the moisture between my thighs dampening, I turned around and placed my hands on the wall. Nick placed his hands on my ass, his hands tracing the contours of my jeans. His hands then grabbed both huge cheeks through the denim, lightly smacking them and jiggling them in place. He sighed, asking me "Have you ever let Henry play with your body like this?"

I don't know what he was doing to me. In a normal state of mind, I would have fought Nick here and at least attempted to get out. Instead here I was letting him feel, touch and kiss me like a whore. Maybe I was one, what with my pussy now moist inside of my jeans, enjoying having myself objectified and played with by this pervert. Maybe I was experiencing true sexual excitement for the first time, seeing as everything with my husband was more...loving, and caring. Regardless, I felt hot bothered and tipsy. This was a dangerous combination and one that got me to answer this pervert truthfully.

"No, not like this..."

"Good," he said simply before his hands undid the button of my jeans. He pulled down the tight denim, revealing more and more of my ass. He groaned at the sight of it, a thong playfully digging into both large cheeks. He kissed one, sending an odd pleasurable sensation inside of me while he smacked the other cheek, enjoying the shake and ripple it gave out. With his arm extended out, he "hugged" my hips, pressing his face against the left side of my ass. "Say, thanks Daddy!" he said, aiming the phone for the selfie before he pinched my big ass for me to actually say it.

"Thanks Daddy!"

The humiliation and domination right now was actually making my heart race with excitement. Still, the back of my mind knew that this was wrong and that I needed to run away or...something. But this resistance was so...little. No, instead I found my arousal and excitement to overpower my shame and consciousness. Hence why I did nothing while Nick took a video now, licking the side of my ass and saying "Oh fuck, this is mine now"

He moved his arm away and instead turned, watching as I held myself in this position. Admiring his handiwork, he brought his hand below my ass and between my thighs.

Feeling the dampness, he rubbed my inner lips through my cotton thong. He made a low whistle, giving my big ass a kiss on one cheek before saying "Oh what a naughty girl you are **....", kissing another cheek and continuing "You're really enjoying this aren't you?"**

He traced the side of my inner lips and pulled on the thong, practically peeling off the fabric from my pussy and moving his fingers in. Moving his index finger in, he immediately felt my inner muscle clench on that digit. I groaned, whimpering "Oh my GoOODdddd!" with my legs now shaking as if I couldn't support my own body. He....Nick....had his finger inside of my pussy!

"You're so tight Heather...I think I'll just keep my finger here. Mmm, let's see...why don't we go inside of my van? It's more comfortable than here...what do you say Heather?"