The Forbidden Dance at the Wedding

The bass thumped through the banquet hall, but I couldn't take my eyes off Marina. Her husband was leaning against the bar, laughing with his buddies, while she—in that tight blue dress that hugged her juicy ass like a second skin—brushed past me, her hip grazing mine. That little jolt of warmth shot straight through me like a live wire. Our eyes locked, and I saw it in hers too: that hungry, forbidden spark.

"Oh, sorry…" she whispered, but she didn't pull away. Her fingers lingered on my arm for a second, like she was testing how hard I already was.

"Don't apologize," I said, my voice low as I leaned in, catching her perfume mixed with a hint of champagne. "I liked it."

Her husband was ten feet away, cracking up with his friends. The wedding was in full swing—camera flashes, drunken toasts, the smell of grilled meat and sweet cake. But right then, there was only us.

She wet her lips and asked, barely audible, "You feel it too, right? Ever since we bumped into each other in the elevator at our building… I can't stop thinking about how you'd fuck me."

My heart slammed against my ribs. I slid my palm onto her waist like I was asking her to dance and pulled her close. Under that dress, there was nothing but a thin pair of panties—I could feel the heat radiating off her skin.

"You wanna find out? Right now? While your husband pours himself another whiskey?"

Marina nodded, her eyes gleaming. We slipped out into the dim hallway leading to the guest rooms. One door was unlocked. I shoved her inside, pressed her against the wall, and crushed my mouth against hers. She moaned into me, her tongue immediately tangling with mine.

"God, I want you so bad…" she breathed as my hands hiked up her dress. "Fuck me. Fast. Hard."

I tore at my fly. My thick cock was already rock hard. Marina wrapped her hot palm around it and started stroking, staring straight into my eyes.

"God, you're big… my husband doesn't have anything like this. I'm already soaking wet, can you feel it?"

I slid my fingers between her legs. Her panties were drenched through. I pushed them aside and drove two fingers into her hot, slick pussy. Marina arched her back, biting her lip to keep from screaming.

"Oh, fuck, yes… deeper…" she gasped. "More. I want your fingers all the way in."

I fucked her with my hand, my thumb grinding against her swollen clit. She was trembling, her knees going weak. So I spun her around to face the wall, hiked her dress up to her waist, and slammed into her from behind. Her tight, scorching pussy gripped my cock so hard I let out a growl.

"Fuck, you're so tight…" I grunted, pounding into her with deep, brutal strokes. The slap of skin against skin echoed through the empty room.

Marina braced herself against the wall, arching her back, offering up that round, perfect ass.

"Harder! Fuck me harder! I want to cum on your thick cock… while everyone's out there dancing…"

I grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanked her head back, and sped up. Every thrust buried me to the hilt, hitting her deepest spot. Her juices ran down my balls. I smacked her firm ass, leaving a bright red handprint.

"You're my little slut tonight, aren't you? Say it."

"Yes… I'm your bitch… fuck me any way you want…" she moaned, already choking on her own breath.

I felt her pussy start to clench around me. Marina shook, her legs giving out, and she came—loud, messy, flooding my cock with her cum. Squirting all over the floor.

Not giving her a second to recover, I pulled out, spun her onto her knees, and shoved my cock into her mouth. She took it eagerly, all the way to the back of her throat, tears streaming down her cheeks, but she sucked like she was starving.

"That's it… deeper… suck my balls…" I commanded.

Marina obediently ran her tongue down and lapped at my heavy balls, then took my cock back in her mouth. I couldn't hold back. I grabbed her head and started fucking her throat with short, deep thrusts. A minute later I roared and came—thick ropes of cum shooting straight into her mouth. She swallowed every drop, staring up at me with such raw lust I nearly got hard again.

We were both breathing heavy. I helped her up, smoothed her dress down. My cum still glistened on her lips. She licked off the last bit and smiled.

"That was… fucking incredible. But this is just the beginning, right?" she whispered, pressing into me. "My husband thinks I just went to the bathroom. But I want more. I want you to come to our place when he's gone. I want us to do it in our bedroom… on our bed. While he's at work."

I kissed her neck, feeling my cock already stiffening again.

"Deal. Tomorrow night. For now, let's go back. And I'll spend the whole evening knowing your pussy is full of my cum while you dance with him."

Marina laughed softly, her eyes burning.

"And I'll only be thinking about one thing—getting back on your cock. Maybe right on that wedding table, if we can manage it."

We stepped back into the noisy hall. Her husband waved her over. She smiled at him, but under the table, her foot found mine again—a silent promise of another, even hotter night to come.