Your other woman

"Speak now or forever hold your peace."

As if on queue, the chapel doors rattled loudly and then opened with a bang.

"Ho-old everythin'!" She cleaned up nice. Her brown hair was done up professionally, with little flowers woven in like a tiara. Her makeup was subdued, and with her white sun dress she had a fresh innocent look. Nothing like two hours ago.

...

I finished my shower and stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped loosely around my waist. Sandy was waiting for me in the bedroom in cheerleader skirt and a black button-up vest, unbuttoned to her sternum, revealing most of her tiny boobs. She looked like a perfect tramp, with her hair sweaty and messy and too much eye shadow.

"What do you want?" I knew what she wanted. I needed to get rid of her. Now. I wasn't going to cheat again like last time. Like every time.

"Just wanted to borrow a tow-el," she leered at the one I was wearing. She was thinking fast, which probably meant she was pepped up on something.

"I'm getting married today. Not... to... you."

"Oh, I just wanted to give you a weddin' present. Something blue," she held up a condom in a blue rectangular packet -- one of those cheap ones that feels and smells like they use chicken fat for lube. She leaned in close to me, so I could smell the pussy juice she'd rubbed on her neck. She knew what that did to me. She was slutty and dirty and just a little bit mean and so, so hot. I started to get hard.

"Look who's wakin' up," she beamed, and hooked her fingers under my towel.

"You can't resist me," she laughed, "You've been holding back for a week so you can give it to virgin Mary. Now you're gonna give it to me instead." She knew me too well.

I gave her a push, "You need to go."

She stumbled backward, pulling the towel off as she went. "Oh you know me. First I cum. Then I go." She sat back on the edge of my bed, hiked her skirt to her waist, and spread her legs. She hated smooth pussies, said they made women look like prepubescent girls, but hers was waxed bare, just for me. She splayed it open, rubbing her juices everywhere.

I wanted to be faithful, but I was an animal, and she was a female in heat. I crawled on top of her and lunged, my cock sliding across her gooey snatch. I pulled back and found her hole, driving halfway in.

"Woah, illegal entry," she giggled. She always said that when I entered her bare. She would shove me off and roll a rubber on me. Not this time.

I pulled back and rammed into her. She was so wet, it took only two strokes. I could feel her juice covering my balls.

"You bad boy. Don't cum in me."

I pounded her.

"I'm not protected."

She bit my neck.

"Give it to me."

Her legs wrapped around me.

"Are you gonna shoot your sperm in me?"

I pushed deep into her and answered her question with stream after stream of cum. I'd been saving it for Mary. For our wedding bed. Sandy lay there smirking and rubbing her tummy as I got to my feet.

"This is the last time. I'm not going to have you be my other woman."

"Oh you stupid boy. I will always be your other woman."

...

Mary's face contorted with rage. "How dare you come in here on my special day? And dressed in white no less."

"Just tryin' to save you a world of heartbreak, Honey," Sandy put on a sweet smile.

"He's not your man any more, bitch," Mary's rage only increased, "He doesn't need your kind of crazy."

The innocent smile never left Sandy's face while the filthy words left her mouth, "He needs me more than you, Sugar. I've got his cum leaking down my legs, and who knows, maybe a baby in my belly."

I wanted to drop through the floor. Mary turned to me, her eyes begging me to deny it, but my face gave it all away. Everyone in the room knew Sandy's words were true.

"You're a liar," screamed Mary, "we're going to be together forever, and you'll be gone. You're not going to be my other woman."

"Oh you stupid bitch. I will always be your other woman."