EroticReverie

Present

It was the weekend finally, and it wasn't like I could forget with all of the text messages and phone calls from Devin, reminding me of all the things he couldn't wait to do to me at "our suite" at his hotel. 

It amazed me and disgusted me at how good both of us were at lying and keeping his affair with me from my sister (his wife).  It amazed me and disgusted me at how easy it was for us to ignore the guilt, well, I wasn't ever really sure if Devin ever felt any. I never asked, because when we were together, we didn't...well...he didn't..like to talk about the reality of what we were doing. It ruined the mood, and took away from our time together he said. 

Devin told me he'd be there at 6pm, but that I should get there early, and open the box on the bed and change into the outfit he bought me. 

Swiping my electronic card into the slot I pushed into the hotel suite and walked in, closing the door behind me. It was 5:00pm, and I was super early, but didn't feel like sitting at home. 

I sighed when I saw the mountain of boxes piled in white and silver wrapping paper, with elaborate bows wrapped around them. The two giant silver balloons with my age sitting by one of the balcony doors. 

I hated and also loved when Devin spoiled me. Hated it because it was always a ridiculous amount of money, and loved it because...it was one of the several ways he made me feel special. I pushed my sneakers off and set my purse down and went to our bedroom. God, our bedroom. It's absolutely awful that I have a bedroom, I consider "ours" with the man who just married my sister. 

I walked over to the bed and opened the card first. The envelope was left unsealed so I plucked the card from inside, it was white with raised silver lettering, matching the theme of my wrapped presents. 

Inside the letter was a short already written message printed on the card, and my heart fluttered ridiculously, dumbly, at his hand writing taking up the entire left side of the card.

"Happy Birthday Layla baby, 

     I'm so happy that you're mine, that I get to share these special days with you. You're perfection in every way and the love of my life. There's nobody that makes me as happy as you do. Just knowing you is the greatest part of my life. You are my everything. I love you baby, see you soon.  Love, devin"

I know that it's absurd to call me the love of his life, while marrying my sister. Guilt turned my stomach , jealousy groaned in my gut. It wasn't fair , for me or for my sister. But selfishly I was only focused on how it wasn't fair to me. Being his secret, his dirty little mistress behind closed doors, not being able to tell anyone about us. But what could we do? They were married now, Devin's excuse was that his father needed him to be married, and that there was no way he could marry me, I was too young, and it would be bad press for his and his fathers company. "People wouldnt understand Layla" he told me. It was one of the very few serious talks we'd ever had. Which lasted all of a few minutes, before he kissed me, touched me, and fucked me to make me forget what we were even talking about. He was good at that, making me forget, not just our situation, but so many things. He was my escape and my safety, and I hated myself for it. 

I opened the box on the bed and my face screwed slightly, and I cocked a brow as I lifted the white lingerie. It was a lacey lingerie set, bra, panties, and garter belt, but it's what was beneath it, that made me cock my brow. 

I tossed the flimsy , barely there lingerie pieces to the side and lifted the dress from the box. 

"Jesus christ..." I said as I pulled the long gown all the way from the box, watching it fall. It wasn't a wedding dress per se, but definitely gave off those vibes and it felt one hundred million shades of fucked up. Another card fell to the floor. I leaned over, picking it up. It was just a simple one sided card.

"You should've been the one I walked down the aisle with baby, tonight you'll be my bride, I've always pictured you in a wedding dress since the day I saw you. Because I knew you'd be mine, always." 

I scrunched my nose. I didn't know what emotion I was experiencing as I flicked the card into the box. Disgust? Annoyance? Sad? Angry? Jealous? All of them , while still...partially...a small bit of me...happy? 

I shook my head and tossed the dress on the bed, and I shook with my twenty different emotions. I clenched my fists and a big part of me wanted to shred the dress into pieces. Part of me, the dumb, stupid part wanted the fairytale, no matter how fake or pretend it was. 

I left the gorgeous gown on the bed in it's box as I walked out of our bedroom and into the main suite, I walked to mini bar, took one of the decanter bottles, not knowing what the hell was in it, Devin was usually the only one that drank. I poured myself a finger of the amber liquid and downed it with a wince, almost choking, and then took another, while trying not to let it come back up and all over the plush carpet. 

I set the glass down, grabbed one of Devin's cigarettes from a small silver box, lit it, and pushed past the giant number balloons and opened the door and sat on one of the plush white cushioned chairs, leaning back and looking out over the balcony. 

"Fucking son of a bitch" I muttered, inhaling and exhaling drag after drag, the cigarette burning my throat. I didn't really smoke, but I'd picked up the habit when I started things with Devin. He'd gave me one after sex once, and told me I was only allowed to smoke cigarettes when I was with him, that he didn't want me to pick it up as a habit, and I always listened, except for now. 

I thought about that gown on the bed as I stubbed out the cigarette that I smoked with lightening speed. 

I blew out my last plume of smoke before I stood and went back inside and took a deep breath as I eyed the gown again, hands on my hips. 

"Fucker" I muttered to myself. 

I stripped my clothes off, all of them as I debated whether or not I was going to wear the dress, or just the lingerie. 

I pulled on the white lace panties, then the garter belt and the sheer white thigh highs, attaching the straps of the garter belt to them. 

"This is so fucked up" I said out loud to myself as I pulled the gown from the bed and unzipped it and stepped in. 

A bra wasn't going to work with this dress, and I didn't need one anyways. Which was something Devin loved. My "perky" "firm" "teen tits" were his favorite he'd always told me. Drove him crazy. "Made his cock so fucking hard he cant stand it" he always said. 

The top of the dress was sheer, with strategically placed lace and beading. The only reason I decided to actually put the dress on honestly, was that it was NOT a dress appropriate for a wedding, unless we were in Vegas, or a fucking brothel, or a bride had no qualms about family and friends wondering about her nipples, and if they'd get a peek of them. 

I zipped it up, the plunging neck line went almost down to my navel, but the top was snug against my torso, my breasts pressed against the sheer fabric and lace, it fit like a glove. I pulled at the sides of the long flowing bottom of the dress. The bottom half wasn't as sheer, and had more layers, less and less of the lace overlay as it went down. I walked over to the mirror across the room, the bottom and train of the dress making swoosh noises against the carpet.

I hated how perfectly it fit, and how powerful it somehow made me feel. I turned, examining it. The way it dipped low on my back, almost too low, we were only and inch or two away from my ass crack being on display. I fanned out the train of it behind me, and looked at myself, turning slightly this way and that way. 

I decided this was nothing like a wedding dress, and therefor, I'd keep it on. Even though a part of me did feel like his bride in it, a slutty, somewhat very exposed bride, but I let my rage calm as I thought about how pretty and elegant the dress was, while still being sexy. 

I walked over to the box and picked up the shoes that had laid under the dress. I sat down on the bed, hiking up the dress putting them on. They were actually pretty cute, and I was already trying to think of another time I could wear them. 

They were white peep toe shoes with an ankle strap. that has a lace overlay on the fabric of the shoe. 

When I was done getting dressed, it was only 5:30pm and I still had 30 more minutes until Devin arrived. I cleared my discarded clothes from the floor , cleared the box from our bed and set it aside, and went to the dresser. 

He still hadn't removed my things from it. Apparently he knew when I said we couldn't see each other anymore once they were married, he knew how easily i'd give in. How hooked I was, how, dumbly in love I was with him. 

I took my hair, twisting it on one side, and placing a silver barrette in it, sweeping my hair to one side, and put on the thin diamond choker he bought me for last Christmas. 

I walked back out into the main area, picking up the front of my dress making sure I didn't trip, feeling like a god damn fairytale princess, but reminding myself i was anything but. I was the evil sister, who fucked her sisters husband for the past two years. 

I went to my purse, retrieving my phone and typing out a text to Devin.

"You DO realize how fucked up it us, that you're putting me in a 'wedding dress' right?" I typed and sat down on the couch. 

"and YOU realize how fucking hard I am right now thinking about you in it?" he replied. 

"Dev, this is messed up." I typed back. 

"I can't wait to fuck you baby" he replied , ignoring my pushing the subject. 

"God, I miss you. I can't wait to be inside you baby, fuck. You've got me stroking my cock through my pants under my desk. All I ever can think about is your sweet pussy." he types. 

I sigh, and type back. 

"Dev." Is all I can say. Because, every time he talks about how turned on I make him, it only gets me turned on. I feel my cunt ache as he replies. 

"I want you wet, bent over and ready for me baby. I'm on my way. See you soon. Love you." he types, and I sigh and set my phone down and lean back on the couch. I stare at the ceiling, and then bite my lip as my hands, bunch in my dress and lift it. Slowly, until I look down at my legs, the thigh highs, and garter straps, I push my ass forward, the dress rustling as I spread my legs and slide my hand down my panties, working myself up over the dirty things I know he plans on doing to me. Thinking about how much I hate that I missed him so much the two weeks him and my sister were away on their honeymoon. I think about how we spent the night before his wedding, fucking all over this hotel room, while his groomsmen were a few levels down enjoying the strippers they'd bought for him. 

Sinking my fingers into myself I gasp , remembering him taking me out on the balcony, my hips against the bars, my tits, stories above the streets, bare and bouncing as he fucked me from behind and whispered, growled in my ear all his i love you's , all his promises to me that my sister meant nothing to him and I was the one he loved.