The dancer on the stage reached for Rosie, picking her out instantly from the sash on her body reading “Bride-to-be” and fully intending to make her the star of the show. To the surprise of myself and the other girls in the party she politely but firmly declined, with maybe only the slightest bit of regret on her face.

But why would she need a man like this? She had a man like Rick and he was more than capable of taking care of her needs. She could afford to say no.

That same luxury didn’t apply to all of us.

If he had gone to any one of the other girls they would have surely joined him on stage. The few that were in relationships weren’t in serious relationships, and the ones that were single didn’t have any attachments at all. Any one of them could have joined him on stage and had plenty of fun.

But he turned to me instead, reaching a hand down in an offer to draw me up.

I tried to say no, fighting against every instinct in my body that begged me to say yes I blushed and shook my head with a great force of will. I tried to say no but he put on big puppy dog eyes that begged me not to let him get turned down twice in a single night.

The girls were shocked when I took his hand and let him pull me up on stage. I could see it in their faces illuminated from the lights of the stage, eyes wide and mouths chattering to each other that the buttoned-down friend they knew would never in a million years agree to this.

They didn’t know me at all.

Another dancer showed up, this one just as big as the one before. He came bearing a chair, setting it in the middle of the stage and gently but firmly pulling me down into it.

And then my first dancer moved in front of me, his hard body so close to me that I could see it glistening and vibrating with his movement. Every inch of him was hard and defined, his muscularity on full display as he flexed and thrust on me.

And I could see him, half-hard and throbbing behind his wispy slip of cloth. I could see the thickness and length of his shaft, could practically make out the veins that circumnavigated the surface of it.

Someone from off stage threw a towel to him and before I knew it my friends had disappeared from view. He stretched it wide to block out the crowd so it was just the two of us, and my eyes searched up his hard torso to his face.

He was handsome but it was more than that. There was an authority to him that told me that he was in charge here. He was in complete control.

“Take it off,” he told me, and I shuddered as I obeyed.

My hands slipped into the waistband of his underwear, drawing it down and revealing him while I bit my lip. He tumbled into view, hardening in front of my eyes until he was impossibly thick and impossibly long and I couldn’t wait anymore and I couldn’t deny the truth: I needed him.

So I took him into my mouth, ducking forward to taste him on my lips and my tongue as he filled me with the heat of his musky desire. My head bobbed to the rhythm of the music, the throbbing pounding of it setting the timing of my pace and his, as he thrust his hips up to meet me.

I’ve never been one for blowjobs, they’ve always been a special occasion sort of thing. But the fantasy of pleasing a man with my mouth had been an intensely focused part of my new desires and if I’m confessing deep dark secrets I’d been watching videos with interest to learn.

Still today was my first day putting thought into action, and I was so focused on pleasing him that I didn’t even stop to think about what I was doing. What I was really doing. That I was straying from the path with Chris to be so fully lewd. That I was betraying the vows of my wedding.

I didn’t think about it until I heard the gasps and noticed the towel was dropped, but by then I was too far gone to care.