I was sitting in a bar, waiting for my drink. My head was down, as I wasn't in the right state of mind to look around or talk to anyone. I had just ended a call with my fiancé, who told me that this weekend we were going to fly to his hometown and meet his family. We've been together for two years, and everything seemed fine to me until this last call.

I began to drink, and as I was on my third, I noticed someone walked in, sat next to me, and ordered a drink. When his drink arrived, he said hello to me. His voice was so soothing that I felt compelled to raise my head and look at him. I waved my hand and noticed he was quite hot. I was uncertain as to whether I desired to have one last sex with a stranger before meeting the family of my fiance or to have been tipsy.

He asked. "Waiting for someone?"

Without looking at him, I chuckled. "Yeah, I'm waiting for some hot guy to have sex with."

He finished his drink and stood up. "Then I think your wait is over."

Before I squinted, asked him what he meant, or answered sensually, he stepped closer, placed his hand on my waist, and pulled me up while I was sipping, spilling my drink on both of us. I looked up, and he was so near that I could smell cherry when he was breathing. He must have had a sour cherry Negroni. I felt so weak when he touched me. I realized I didn't have the courage to shove him back, so I stood on my toes and kissed him. He let me explore his mouth by separating his lips, and he didn't hesitate to slide his tongue down my throat.

We broke our kiss when both got breathless, he said. "My hotel is across the road."

I had no intention of declining his offer, so I nodded, and he held my hand and led me to his room. When we entered, he shut the door behind us, pinned me to the door, and started kissing me and unbuttoning my shirt. He shoved my shirt down and tossed it on the floor. Our breaths were rough and we were looking at each other.

He started brushing his fingers against my body and whispered in my ears. "I can worship this perfect body for the rest of my life." then he licked my earlobe and I gasped.

My hands traveled down to his belt; his cold buckle sent shivers down my spine. I unclasped the buckle and then pushed down his pants and briefs. When his hard dick sprang out, I unintentionally licked my lower lips and he asked. "It's with me or you licked your lip while staring at your man's dick as well?"

I looked at him with wide eyes.

He squinted. "What? Do you really think I didn't see your ring?"

I looked at my ring and guilt washed over me. I was about to pick up my shirt, but he held my hand. "Hey, hey, I believe everybody has a right to live a happy life."

I looked the other way. "What do you mean?"

He didn't say anything and released my hand before I stepped away and leaned down to pick up my shirt. He wrapped his arms around my rib cage and detached my bra. This time, a sigh escaped my lips, and he removed my bra and flung it on the floor. "I meant you have every right to be happy." Then he raised me, put my right pebble in his mouth, walked over to his bed, and continued sucking till a ball of heat hit between my thighs. I was wondering how a simple pebble-sucking could offer me so much pleasure. He placed me on his bed.

He got upon me and began kissing my lips, forming a kissing trail from my lips to my jaws. His kissing turned into licking, and he tasted my spilled drink at the base of my neck. He whispered again, and the hairs at the back of my neck stood up straight. "Lemon and vodka this is a dangerous combo."

My body began to react to his sensual voice, so I parted his shirt, slid my hands under, and began caressing his back. I kissed his chest and tasted my spilled drink, and a rush of excitement began to pour through my veins. My hands moved down to his throbbing length, and I saw his jeans had no more room to give, so I eventually unbuckled his belt and began unbuttoning his jeans. He dropped to his knees, sat between my legs, and pulled down my skirt; When he couldn't find my panties, he smirked at me. "So, you came commando."

I had previously been a timid fiancé and girlfriend, but this man made me feel bold and confident, as if there were no boundaries to filthy sex; therefore, I winked. He touched his fingers against my slid, and I whimpered. He climbed out of bed, rolled down his jeans and briefs, then returned to bed, leaned down, and buried his head between my thighs. I was given shivers as he began by swiping his tongue across my core, then sunk his tongue and began to stroke beneath my upper nub. I closed my eyes and threw my head back on the pillow. He slipped his hands beneath my ass and started squeezing them. My hands reached for his head, and I started pulling his hair. My body started to stretch, and pleasure turned into a strong storm rushing through my veins and I reached the crescendo. I told him in my trembling voice. "I...I goinggg tooo cccomeee."

He continued licking and sucking my core as if he were famished and it was the last plate of food. I knew this was going to be a powerful stream of pleasure, so I cried out loud and slumped onto the bed. A storm of my adrenaline erupted in his mouth, and he sucked every last drop of it before moving his head up to ensure that nothing was behind. left behind. When I removed my hand from his head, I had a few locked in my grip.

He sat up once more, and he was holding his hard shaft and positioned to enter into my depth. When the tip of his length touched my pulsating core, I flinched, but he gripped my ass with his other hand and started entering into me. My moans kept getting louder as he continued to enter into me, and I had never experienced such ecstasy in sex before. Once he had completely slipped inside me, his ass began to rock, and my body began to move against his ass. I forgot all of my worries, doubts, and questions. The world seemed to fade away. I wanted to be in this moment forever. However, once again, I reached the pinnacle of my pleasure, and this time I cried even though I couldn't hear in front of his roar of pleasure. After that, he fell on me, and I still felt shivers in his body.

After a few minutes, when he rolled down to the other side, I sat up and start looking for my clothes. As soon as I slipped into my clothes, I looked for my sandals, and I remember taking them off at the entrance so before I walked out of the room, I looked at him and he was already staring at me. "I am not married."

He shook his head. "I don't care."

I smiled. "I was having a hard time because tomorrow I am going to meet my fiancé's family..."

He interrupted me. "And you are not ready to meet the family?"

I shot up my shoulders. "I don't know; maybe I am not ready for him."

I laid on his back. "Well, I am sure you will find a way."

I turned around and walked out the door, and all the way home, I kept thinking about the stranger with whom I had sex. I've never felt like this with my fiancé before. I had doubts about spending the rest of my life with him. However, after meeting this stranger, I realized that I was unhappy in my current relationship. As soon as I opened the door, my fiancé stood next to our baggage. I saw him smile from ear to ear as he expressed his desire for us to relocate to his hometown after we married since he had been hired as a coach for the football team at the school where he studied.

He didn't even give me a chance to say yes, since he was so excited that he announced the news and hugged me. He was sure of my answer, and after seeing his happiness, I couldn't say no to meeting his family. I shrugged off the decision to split ways with him. We kissed, and I wondered whether I was nervous to meet his family, which is why I was considering ending our two-year relationship. I smiled and told myself that I loved him regardless of how nasty his temper was.

The next day, we flew to his hometown, where I met his mother, father, and two sisters, as well as the man my body craved. The last night's hookup was with my fiancé's younger brother. I lacked the guts to come forward and shake hands with him. He sensed my condition and approached me to shake hands. I felt a rush of heat between my legs as soon as our skins made contact. I excused myself and asked for the restroom. My fiancé's brother barged into the bathroom while I was looking in the mirror and thought about what to do next, keeping his palm over my mouth so I didn't scream or say anything out loud.

When he removed his hand, I whispered. "What should we do now?"

He cupped my face and tucked my locks behind my ears. "Hey, take it easy; we don't need to do anything."

I pointed at the door. "You really think he wouldn't know this?"

His hand moved down to my breasts and started caressing them. His lips crashed on my lips. While kissing, he told me. "He doesn't need to know anything about us."

I pushed him away. "I can't marry your brother and keep craving for you."

He lifted my frock and slipped his hand under my panties. I moaned and reminded him. "Everyone is outside."

He shushed me. "No one would know about us, love. Just close your eyes and trust me, I am helping you face the circumstances."

He began to rub my core, and he was correct; I began to lose myself in pleasure and forget about the outside world. Once again, he claimed my mouth to stop my moans and his tongue swirled in my mouth, giving me satisfaction from being with him. He slipped his finger inside me and whispered. "Ride on my finger."

My body followed whatever he was telling me, so I began moving my ass back and forth, and as his finger moved within me, I felt heaven. He kept kissing me, and I kept riding on his finger. I felt like the veins in my head were about to burst from the intense pleasure, but when I reached the climax, I released a hot stream on his fingers, and he held my shivering body until I returned to calm, Then he took out his hand and licked his dripping fingertips. A drop of my stream was on his lips, and I was about to wipe it off when he stopped and urged me to lick it. I was unable to decline his request, so I licked the drop, after which he passionately kissed me until someone knocked on the door. I panicked, and he kept his finger on my lips.

He leaned to my ears. "Just go outside and say yes to everything, trust me you won't regret it."

I nodded, gathered the remnants of courage and walked out of the bathroom. My fiancé asked. "Is everything alright? You seemed a little hazy."

I nodded and kissed him. "Everything is perfectly alright.'

We enjoyed dinner, and I tried my best to act normal while sitting next to my fiancé and across the table from a man my body craved. My fiancé's mother told me that she has set up a guest bedroom for us until we find our own place. My fiancé was ready to deny the offer, but I cut him off and thanked her mother because I didn't want to leave his brother.

We lived there for two weeks, and I had sex with his brother in almost every corner of the house. Once, I had sex with him in a guest bedroom when my fiancé went to school for practice. I was living the happiest days of my life and just like everything comes to an end, my happiness also comes to an end and the day arrives when we have to move out of this house. I was dragging myself out of the house but before leaving, my fiancé proposed to me to get married in front of the whole family. I didn't know what to do but his brother nodded, and I said yes.

After two months, I was taking a bath before getting ready for my wedding. My fiancé was calling me and i picked his phone while having a glass of champagne in my tub. He asked. "Do you need anything? Because I am leaving for the venue."

I responded as I kissed his brother, who was in the tub with me and rubbing my core. "No, honey, I have everything I need." I tried to hide my trembling voice as his brother was giving me the best pleasure in the world.

He said. "Alright, then see you at the altar."

I responded. "Hmm. " And then immediately I ended the call and my breath started to become heavier and heavier until I cried and released my hot desire into a soapy tub. He kissed me. "You dirty, needy girl."

I asked. "Why did you stop me from parting ways with your brother?"

He asked me back. "Do you think we would have gotten this pleasure if you were my fiancé and we were getting married?"

After finishing my drink and nodding in agreement, he released his desire within me in a soapy tub, and after that, I prepared for my wedding. When I was walking down the aisle, I was actually looking at a man my body craves, who was standing behind my fiancé. I was smiling and saying my vows because I knew a lot of excitement was coming my way.

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