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honeymoon through Europe, but that required her teaching him the basics of their schedules and what they needed. In the five years they'd been divorced, the kids hadn't stayed with him once.
Her wedding gown swishing as she made her way down the stairs - another angry knock echoing up the hall - she thought about those five years. After the divorce, they'd moved in with her parents for a while. It wasn't convenient, but it kept her afloat while she went back, finished her degree, found a good job, and started building her life.
She thought about those first years as she awkwardly moved down the stairs. It had taken her a little while to get her head straight. She loved the kids, but so regretted the years she'd lost. At first, she told herself she was never going to marry again. She was a strong, independent woman, now! She didn't need a man.
Except in the way ALL women need a man. She'd gone through a bit of a slutty stage, for a while. Her best friends called it her "social" years. Her ex was the only man she'd been with, and she thought she owed it to herself to explore.
In a way, it was her ex who had convinced her to try settling down again.
One night, lying in an embarrassingly sparse apparently, having just slept with a 21 year old she met at a bar, she realized the sex was never going to be like it had been with her ex. It was the only thing they were ever good at, and if she were trying to replicate that, she was going to be frustrated forever.
The next week, she met Blake.
Placing her hand on the handle, she turned the knob and pulled the heavy wooden door open.
Her ex, Todd, was standing on the porch, in tight jeans and a black leather coat.
"Aww, babe, did you dress up for me?" he asked, with a chuckle.
"Don't be an asshole, Todd," Lisa snapped back. "I was just doing one last try-on."
"Can we make this quick? I have shit to do," Todd barked, already impatient.
"I'm sorry you're being burdened with your own kids," Lisa replied, turning and waving him in. "I realize it's such an inconvenience, having to take a break from moving from skank to skank."
"The first skank would know," Todd replied, pushing past her. "Are you keeping this shithole?" he asked, moving into the entry way.
Lisa scowled, refusing to take the bait. He knew how proud she was of her home. "We're moving into Blake's place. Maybe the kids will let you come over and see the pool," she said, immediately mad at herself that she was trying to show him up.
Todd laughed. "Yeah, I'm sure."
Lisa put her hands on her hips. "Such an asshole. Listen, why don't you wait here while I change, and we can go over the kid's stuff."
Todd shrugged, as Lisa made her way back up the steps. She could feel his eyes on her.
Back in her bedroom, pulled the hanger back off the door, then opening the garment bag so it would be protected.
"I can't believe that dork is going to get to fuck you in the dress," she heard from behind her. Spinning around, Todd was leaning against the bedroom door frame.
"Fuck you," she snapped back. "I told you to wait downstairs."
"Yeah, you never gave me the grand tour," he responded, stepping into the room.
"Do you mind?" she asked, knowing he very much did not.
Todd stepped into the room, standing across the bed from her. He looked around. "It's nice. I can't believe you're leaving it for some dork. Bed doesn't look like it's gotten much use."
Lisa waved at the door. "Seriously. Do you mind!"
"Thought I might get one last peak," Todd teased, not moving. "Looks like you could use some," he said, pointing at her dresser.
Lisa looked at her dresser, and felt her heart drop.
"Jesus, you're getting married in two days and you still aren't getting enough. Figures. He doesn't look like he could satisfy anyone."
Lisa looked back at Todd, then back at the dresser. Sitting conspicuously, amidst some clothes, was a long, flesh-colored dildo.
Her eyes locked on Todd, her body frozen, as he moved too-confidently across the room. Picking it up, he waved it at her.
"If I didn't know better, I'd say it was modeled after me."
Lisa blushed. She couldn't help it.
When she met Blake, she resolved to do things right. To make it about substance, about depth. The sex wouldn't matter, she told herself. She told him, on their first date, that she was a "born-again virgin." It was bullshit, of course; she'd had sex with that 21 year old only a week earlier, but she meant it at the time. He was so sweet about it, and didn't push her. Before long, it became a real thing. She was going to make him wait, until their wedding night. She knew it frustrated him, but he was willing to do it.
But a girl has needs.
Just before her bachelorette party, her best friend took her shopping for party things, at a local adult bookstore. She'd been complaining about how horny she was, and how hard it was getting to wait, as they drove over. Her friend suggested maybe she needed a little something to help, and when the entered the store, she pointed at the wall of toys and said, "see, like that!"
Lisa was embarrassed when her eyes immediately locked on one, in particular. It was big, thick, and if she didn't know better, she'd have thought it was modeled after he ex-husband.
And now it was in his hand.
Todd waved it around for a moment, and then, like a real asshole, smelled it. "That smells familiar," he chuckled.
"Asshole," she responded.
Todd moved towards her, still frozen by the side of the bed. "You know, I always regretted I never got to fuck you in a wedding dress. Your shithead mom was so insistent we get married right away. Would've been fun."
Lisa's heart was racing. She scolded herself; why did she keep looking at the dildo in his hand? Why did she feel a tingle, deep down inside?
Why was she turned on? She was getting married in two days. Todd was such an asshole.
And yet, she realized she hadn't been in a room, alone, with him since the divorce. She'd made sure of that, the first years, because she knew better. There was something about him that was magnetic. Her sister said she needed supervision.
But now, in her bedroom, standing in what was to be her wedding dress, there was none.
Todd loomed over her, looking down into her eyes. The familiarity of his scent filled her nose. His dark eyes peered into her soul.
"What do you say? One last time." He said.
She knew he wasn't asking. She knew she wouldn't stop him.
Taking a step forward, he leaned down and kissed her.
At first, her lips went stiff. Her body, rigid. But the smell. The feel of his lips, which she'd felt so many times, and not in so long, it was all too much.
Her lips softened. Her mouth opened. Before she knew it, they were making out.
His tongue was strong, intertwining with hers. He pressed against her; she could feel him through his jeans.
They kissed passionately, for what felt like forever. She could feel her resolve evaporating. She had to get him out of there, and she knew it, so she was instantly appreciative when he broke their kiss.
But then she felt his hands on her shoulders, pushing her down. Obediently - completely out of control - she fell to her knees.
Her hands moved without her conscious direction, unbuttoning his jeans. A second later, she was pulling his underwear down, stroking his cock. She heard herself purr, just before she wrapped her lips around it.
It tasted just like she remembered, but felt thicker. Maybe she'd just forgotten.
But she hadn't forgotten what he liked. Why did she find herself suddenly desperate to please him? She licked down his shaft. She sucked on his balls. Her mouth was full of spit, making it wet and sloppy.
"You look so fucking sexy in the dress, sucking my cock," he said from above. It encouraged her.
Lisa found herself bobbing her head back and forth, up and down his long cock. Her throat opened, deep-throating him, gagging as he filled mouth. She could feel the spit running down onto her chest, as he grabbed her hair and started fucking her mouth. She knew she should stop him, she knew how wrong it was.
But she knew she couldn't stop. It was like her body had grown suddenly desperate. She didn't just want it, she needed it.
He held her head in place, driving himself into her throat. She could feel herself growing hornier. Wetter.
When he stopped, she resumed, wrapping her hands around his shaft. She looked up as she did it, locking eyes with him.
"Get me ready to fuck that little pussy of yours," he commanded.
Lisa found herself at war. If she made him finish in her mouth, she could write it off. It wasn't REALLY cheating, and she's still be a born-again virgin for her soon-to-be husband.
Todd pulled out before she resolved things, pulling her by her arms to her feet. She stood before him, as he pulled the steps of her dress down her arms, exposing her breasts. Her pink nipples were firm and erect, giving away what she wanted.
He shoved her back onto the bed, her gown skirt everywhere. Pushing it up her legs, she felt him hook his fingers through her panties. Lifting her ass, she let him pull the down, as he pushed the skirt up.
All she could see was the white of her wedding dress. Somewhere, lost in all the lace, was her ex-husband, getting ready to fuck her.
She felt the pressure against her body. She felt her lips separate, drawing him in.
Todd's face reappeared, through the cloud of her dress, as she felt him enter her.
Lisa arched her back, crying out as he slid in.
"Fuck," she cried, her body opening to accept him. It was like a piece of her had been missing, and had returned. All the men she'd slept with, all the searching she'd done, was to find this exact feeling. It was like they were formed of one thing, as Todd started to slide in and out.
Lisa wrapped her arms around him, using her legs to lock him in place. He plunged in and out, his thick dick stretching her open, reminding her how it was supposed to feel.
She moaned louder and louder, an orgasm building deep inside her. He was the only man who had ever made her cum just by fucking her. It started in her legs, her thighs shaking, until her whole body was convulsing.
"Fuck yes...fuck me...make me cum!" she cried out.
Todd put his face just above hers, as she started to come back down, looking her right in the eyes.
"On your wedding night, make him fuck you in this dress, so I know you're thinking of what you're missing."
Lisa felt so humiliated. It was so gross and wrong, and yet she knew....
Todd pulled out, taking her by the leg and flipping her over. She felt him bunch the gown up, as he entered her from behind.
He was so long, he went even deeper this way. She cried out in erotic bliss, the head of his cock massaging her cervix. She could feel her pussy growing, making room for all he could give her.
"Deeper," she gasped, as he held her by the hips and drove in and out. Using her.
He slapped her ass, then did it again. She grunted and moaned, loving it.
"This will always be my cunt," he grunted, hammering away at her.
She moaned, feeling another orgasm coming.
"Tell me," he demanded.
"It's yours!" she cried out, screaming as her walls gripped him, her body shaking with an intensity she'd long forgotten.
Todd pulled out, tossing her onto her back, and pinning her legs on his shoulders. He slammed into her, putting her legs behind her head.
Lisa screamed. It felt like he was fucking her stomach, he was so deep. She watched him, as his face started to twist.
"Use me," she whispered, looking at him.
He fucked her harder. Faster.
"Use my pussy before it's married again," she told him.
He grunted, pulling himself out, and aiming his cock at her.
With a deep, guttural moan, he stroked his cock, shooting a thick, white load all over her pussy. Her legs.
All over her wedding dress.
It was everywhere. On her dress, her tits, all the way up to her chin. She couldn't believe how much there was.
Todd stumbled back. She laid on the bed, her chest heaving up and down.
Looking down, she saw him getting dressed. He laughed, looking at her. "What a beautiful bride."
As he left the room, she sat up, examining the mess all over her expensive gown.
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