EroticReverie

Bryce….one year later…

Married. I was married. To the wrong fucking woman. I sit beside Priscilla at the reception, the ballroom filled with family and friends. My new wife makes a gorgeous fucking bride, yet it’s another woman I can’t take my eyes off of. 

At a table near by , Vienna sits with Her husband Vance, who is my wife’s father. My best friend and best man sits beside me at the table , with the wedding party. Edith, Pricilla’s mother, sits at the table with Vance and Vienna with her husband Henry. 

It’s a perfect day. Except for the fact it’s the most miserable of my life. 

After last summer, I’d tried breaking things off with Priscilla. She wasn’t having it. I felt guilty for staying with her and guilty for trying to break up with her. She deserved better than a guy who was in love with a married woman. 

“Destined” is what Priscilla said we were as she cried and begged me not break up with her. Even if I didn’t agree, I stayed with her. I tried once more a month later to talk to her about breaking up. Then two months after that , I was getting on one knee, because of pressure from my father and mother to “make an honest woman out of her”. They had no fucking clue, but it was time to accept that I wouldn’t ever get the ending I truly wanted. That I’d be forced to settle.  

Vienna and Vance flew in for the wedding, and even though Priscilla wasn’t that close to her father , she obviously still wanted him here for her wedding. He walked her down the aisle. Giving her away to me, all while I wished he has been handing over his own wife , instead of his daughter. 

After dinner , Priscilla and I dance again with everyone watching. I hold her in my arms and try to force the look of true love into my eyes as I look down at her. I do love Priscilla, I care for her. But not the way a husband is supposed to love his wife. 

After we dance , they have guests line up to dance with the bride and groom. I dance with the bridesmaids, her mother Edith, friends and other family and people laugh when Preston joins the line and dances with me as my best man. 

My heart pounds as I wish for every dance and turn passes , getting closer and closer to Viennas turn. 

She walks across the dance floor to me , and smiles like anyone else would as she comes up to me. 

“Congratulations” she says , just as they all do. 

I take my hand, placing it on her waist, my hand holding her a bit more firmly than the others. Her one hand on my bicep, the other on my shoulder as we begin to spin slowly, our feet shuffling on the floor to move in the lazy circles , like I’ve done with every other. 

“You look beautiful” I say without moving my mouth too much. Not wanting anyone to lip read the words I speak to her. 

She inhales and exhales. 

“I miss you” I say as she swallows and looks down and then back up at me. 

“Youre married now Bryce” she says , her voice soft and her mouth barely moving , just like my own as she tries to hide her words to me. 

“I don’t care.” I say and pull her a touch closer. 

“Bryce” she whispers. 

“I have to have you, it’s torture being near you and not making love to you” I whisper and she sucks in another breath. 

“And when do you suppose we do that? right here on the dance floor? Or perhaps we could do it beside Priscilla in your suite” she says sarcastically. 

“Ask me to make love to you right here and now, and I’d do it, I’d do anything to have you” I say and she flushes and looks away , forcing to keep her casual disposition. 

“We agreed last summer, that was the end of this, I’ll hardly ever see you again, there’s no point in this continuing”

“We both know this never ends…I’m in love with you” I say. 

“Try being in love with your bride Bryce” she says in a soft hiss and looks me in the eyes. 

“You don’t think I have? You don’t think I tried forgetting about you? I’ve been trying for three fucking years Vienna” I say through clenched teeth. 

“Stop it. Youre at your wedding reception Bruce” she hisses. 

“Again, I don’t fucking care. Tell me to ruin this day and I will. Tell me to ruin both of our marriages by kissing your fucking mouth right now, and I’d do it, you know I’d do it” I groan and pull her ever closer. Her body flush to mine and her eyes go wide and she steps back and nods. 

“It was a beautiful wedding. You make a lovely pair. I wish you nothing but happiness with her.” She says as she walks away. Her turn over and my nostrils flare and then An older woman walks up to take her turn as I watch the love of my life walk off the floor. 

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I watch her a bit later as she leaves , kissing Vance on the cheek and shaking her head while holding her stomach. She was about to fucking ditch the rest of the night. 

My jaw clenches as she leaves the ballroom. I excuse myself to use the restroom, smiling and stopping only briefly for those that shake my hand and try to offer me a drink.  

I find her in the hall outside of the ballroom. Leaned up against the wall, head tilted back and up towards the ceiling. Her floral chiffon gown , making her look ethereal with the way it flows to the floor and the short bell like sleeves. 

As if she senses me , she turns her head as I stand there. Her eyes are filled with tears, and her cheeks are wet. She pushes off the wall and heads down to the end. I shouldn’t follow her. But I have no choice. 

I round the corner and call her name. 

“Vienna! Stop.” I say as I pick up pace and chase after her. 

When I catch up to her , I’m grabbing her arm and spinning her around. My other hand grabbing the back of her head. 

“No don’t, stop-“ but I don’t listen and I silence her. Crashing my mouth to hers and pinning her against the wall as I kiss the salt of her tears right off her perfect lips. 

“Bryce-“ she pants as my lips force her mouth to take my kiss. “No- stop” she pants but her mouth is already kissing back and her hands grabs at my tux jacket and her hands pull me harder against her as our tongues meet again for the first time in a year. 

“Oh god” she breathes as I kiss her jaw , down her neck and my hand slips down and behind her , grabbing her ass and pulling her against my erection and I groan at the feel of her against me. 

“Bryce, we can’t keep doing this” she protests and I slip my arm around her back and pull her to the next door , pushing it open and pulling us inside and closing it behind us and then pinning her to door. 

It’s my uncles estate , a multi million dollar , extravagant home that he often rents out for events such as my wedding. The room is a sitting room, one of many, and my hands reach to the side of her dress and I pull at the zipper. 

“No, god, stop” she moans as I keep kissing her mouth as I push the dress off her shoulders and kiss down her chest as the fabric slides over her skin and my fingers pluck the strapless bra undone and it falls to the floor between us as I dip my mouth to her breasts and take her nipple between my teeth and bite down , making her cry out and her hands go for my hair as she pants and then instead go to my shoulder. Knowing she shouldn’t mess up my hair , that after we’re done, I’ll have to return to the ballroom, and have to pretend to be a good husband again. 

“Oh fuck” she moans as I bite the other and then let her dress fall in a pool around her feet. 

“God, you only get more beautiful everytime I see you” I groan and then undo my pants as she starts pushing off my jacket , my hands going from my pants to let her undress me. 

Within a minute her panties and the rest of my clothes are on the floor around us and I lift her against the wall and drive my cock into her. 

“Yes!” She cries and I groan as I thrust again, hard, so fucking hard, needing to get a years worth of frustration out of my fucking system. 

“I love you” I groan as I fuck her harder. Her pussy driving me wild with how fucking wet she is for this. 

“I love you too” she whimpers and then grabs my face and makes me kiss her. Our mouths knocking together as she wraps her legs tighter and bucks against me , the door rattling from each thrust , both of us breathing heavy on each others mouths. 

“Out of all the wedding presents I’ll get today, your pussy is the best” I groan and she curses and I turn , flicking the lock on the door before leaving it and carrying her to a chaise lounge chair and bending her over the end of it, my hands on her hips as hers push at the cushion seat and I fill the room with the sounds of slapping skin and her perfect moans. 

“Fuck me, fuck me like I’m your wife” she moans and I grunt, nearly cumming. 

“I always do” I growl. “I always fucking do”